#i will. maybe just hang onto what i draw and save them for when i CAN draw properly again and i can just. clean them up

[aziraphale-is-a-cat]

DPxDC Warlock Batfamily

They're not warlocks in the traditional sense, no fancy spell work or obvious theming. In fact, most anyone less magically attune than John would just assume they were metas like anyone else on the team, but they weren't.

It took a while to notice, just passing off the magical fluctuations around them as the ebb and flow of the natural world, or maybe some residual curse vibes from Gotham (ew). But it was too consistent. When Batman slipped into the shadows it pulsed, and when Oracle seized control of nearby computers it surged. When Nightwing took his inhuman leaps into the air simply trusting that he would reach his lading point it soared and when that nightmare of a Robin brought a room to darkness it rested like a heavy weight on his shoulders.

They weren't individual users, their eclectically cohesive group structure was too uniform for that; but they weren't some family of sorcerers either, being quite obviously unrelated by blood save for a few. The most likely answer was that they were all warlocks in service to some common diety, taking on aspects of its power to enforce it's will upon the mortal world- and John really hoped it was a helpful entity, because they were in deep shit.

Peeling the partially liquefied tentacle off from across his chest, Constantine sat up and brought his hand up to cup his bruised face. He prayed to whatever was least likely to hold a grudge that their little hail Mary there had bought them enough time to perform a summoning.

"Hey Bat, get your patron on the phone, this is getting fucking Eldritch."

"What the hell are you talking about," Hal Jordan pushed himself out of the rubble with a massive green fist construct. "Bats isn't a magic user."

"Hm." Batman grunted as he picked bone shards out of his gauntlets. "I'll need to get something for the ritual."

Everyone present sat up to look at him like he'd grown another head, except Superman and Wonder Woman who seemed a little excited.

"I'm sorry, you're a magician?" The Flash pipes up from behind the ruins of an old altar, only to receive a level glare from his black clad coworker.

"Warlock."

"Oh."

Constantine grabbed onto some chains hanging from the precariously damaged ceiling, rising to his feet. "We don't have much time; that thing's off licking its wounds in space or something, but it'll be back. You go off and collect whatever artefact you have from wherever you hid it and I'll start drawing the circle, where are we pulling your Patron from?"

Batman nodded in agreement. "The Infinite Realms."

"Fucking Hell."

-

The Watch Tower was crowded when Batman returned flanked by two other members for his little hero coven, carrying a small case decorated with constellations and nebulae.

Wonder Woman stepped up to look at the container, obviously curious, but not touching it.

"It will be wonderful to see him again, Batman. After this is dealt with I hope to hear the tales of my sisters from beyond."

"He'll definitely be happy to chat after we're done," Nightwing commented. "I hear he's been training with Pandora."

Red Robin nodded to that, an exasperated look on his face as he likely anticipated a long and drawn out conversation about different kinds of swords. Amazons liked their blades.

John gave that idea some concideration, Amazonian ghosts probably get up to some killer fights without having to worry about, ya know, death. He called out to the Dark Knight, "I've got the circle done, now we just need your call."

The three of them walk over to the summoning circle unceremoniously carved into the watch tower floor, Batman narrowing his eyes at the damaged paneling but saying nothing otherwise. The Dark Knight opens the case in his hands and pulls out what appears to be a small model space station.

The Coven spread themselves evenly around the circumference of the circle and Batman begins the ritual. "Salve patrōnem, egō stellam vocō." He throws the model space station into the circle where it appeared to float as the symbols in the ground lit up.

Slowly, a figure formed in the center, first as hands holding the model and spreading out over its arms and to its body in the shape of a young boy. He seemed to be wearing a black rubber hazmat suit with white accents and green lichtenberg figures crawling up his left arm. White hair appeared and with it piercing green eyes that seemed to be fixed on the toy in his hands. A cape flowed out behind him less like fabric and more like the endless void of space littered with stars and a cold weight settled on the room.

"Damn B, y'all really fucked up the floor this time."

Red Robin snorted, "Nice to see you too, Danny."

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny fenton #dcxdp #red robin #nightwing #batman #justice league #john constantine #watch tower #summoning #patron god au #writing prompt #dpxdc writing prompt #dcxdp writing prompt

[hobie-enthusiast]

ALEX I JUST HAD AN IDEA...

so you know how spidey sense like, lets the spider know that there's a danger nearby before it gets to them? what if there was a spidey sense but for like, not danger. yk. like. LIKE...

i imagined hobie sitting by himself somewhere, not really paying attention? and then he gets this feeling that envelopes him whole and gives him the warm fuzzies and makes him smile, and he doesn't get what it is until his s/o comes up behind him and hugs him from behind, or like slaps his shoulders trying to scare him and he just wuvs them so much

im so soft you made me soft for hobie look what you've done!!!!

- your friendly neighborhood 🕷️ anon [ idc if emoji anons are so last year im spider anon now >:) ]

THAT FUNNY FEELING !

— hobie brown x gn!reader

— fluff, just straight fluff, hobie being so in love its crazy, petnames and lots more fluff

— hobie's spider-senses were giving him a new sensation, but he couldn't really put his finger on what it was

— ANON THIS IS SO ADORABLE MUWAH! ALSO EMOJI ANONS ON TOP I LOVE IT

Hobie had been getting a new warm feeling that he didn't understand.

It happened whenever he was at peace. There was never any danger near him or around him. He could be sitting there, minding his business, only for this warm feeling to engulf his entire body. His mind draws blank as it’s engulfed with that damn fuzzy feeling.

He could never say he hates it though. It reminds him of you.

It comes at him whenever he’s somewhere with you. Whether the two of you are just hanging out, winning a battle, or walking around, he’s randomly hit with a wave of a good-feeling. One that stays with him for a small while, that feels like happiness spreading through his body.

That's how he mentally connected it to you. Of course, he didn't think for a while you truly were the cause. Not until recently.

You practically begged him to come over, to take the day off from being Spider-man and hang out with you. Hobie always had a hard time saying no to you, so he agreed.

You were out at the local shoppe by this point, so he let himself in (with the spare key you gave him of course). He looked to find ways to entertain himself, settling on strumming his guitar. He kicked his feet onto your bed as he lied back in your desk chair.

After a small while, he started getting that feeling again. That fuzzy one that engulfs him entirely, making him feel good. He glances up to look around, but sees nothing. He found it odd, but maybe it meant you were back home?

Nah, he was kidding himself. The connection was probably just in his head.

—

You place your groceries on the counter, ears picking up the sound of a guitar playing. You smile to yourself. Of course you know who the culprit was. He had a key because of you anyways.

Slowly, you creep up to your bedroom, carefully cracking the door. You keep quiet as you admire your boyfriend from afar. He seemed so relaxed, which wasn't usual for him.

Hobie deserved some peace and relaxation after saving so many people. You seemed to be the only one who truly thought that. Miguel didn't see it that way. The criminals among New York didn't understand that. And even Hobie himself didn't think he deserved a break for doing what he's supposed to.

So watching him so.. unaware for once truly was a sight.

You enter the room as quietly as possible, creeping up behind him to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

When you crept up, Hobie was engulfed by that feeling again. A warm smile crosses his face when he feels you lean against him, laughing in his shoulder.

"There ya are." He said with a small laugh. "I had a feelin' you were home."

You raise an eyebrow, smile never faltering. "What? No you didn't! You were so unaware when I snuck up behind you!"

Hobie raises his eyebrows, the feeling slowly fading from his body. So he was right! That warm and euphoric feeling did come from you, his lover. No one else could make him feel that way, not even close.

"Oooh, does the tingle work even for me?" You ask in an excited tone.

"The.. tingle?"

You nod happily, moving so you sit on the bed by his legs. "Yeah! You know, the thing you use to sense danger."

God Hobie found you so.. mesmorizing. Your truly somewhat childish nature that wasn't that but close, he loved it.

"Nah, only works for danger, love." He responds, looking down and strumming his guitar.

"Then you can't sense me! I'm like a ninja. This is perfect." You say, standing and grabbing Hobie's arm. "C'mon, I have some groceries for dinner."

He nodded and stood, guitar on the bed as he followed you to the kitchen. Of course he was going to keep the sensation a secret. He wanted to keep that for himself, a way you make him feel. And besides, what's the harming in letting you think that you could sneak up on him?

It could bring more heartfelt moments like that.

—

Ever since then, Hobie pretended to be blissfully unaware.

He pretended like he couldn't feel you sneaking up on him to scare him. He pretended he never knew you were right behind him, waiting for him to see you. He pretended like he didn't expect your "unexpected" or "surprise" hugs.

Because honestly, he loved you. Hobie loved these little things, even if it sounded weird in itself. He loved having a partner who was always catching him off-guard with affection, even if he was sensing it.

There are random times when the two of you are just sitting together, each one doing a separate activity. He would be on his guitar and you would be catching up on your latest game or book.

Then, that feeling would hit Hobie. He would feel the fuzies he felt from before, and a smile graces his face. It prompts him to move to hug you from behind, nuzzling his head into your shoulder or neck.

When you question him, "What are you doing, love?"

He just sighs, smile never leaving his face. "Just love ya, so damn much sweetheart."

Certainly enough to make your heart melt and cheeks go red. You always found these moments slightly odd, however. He initiated those moments whenever you planned to try and scare him or give him your own surprise hug.

He always beat you to it. Not that you could complain, oh no. If anything, you welcome this with open arms.

You had a slight feeling that Hobie wasn't being entirely honest when he said he truly never knew when you were behind him. Hobie was always aware of his surroundings. But that didn't make you think for too long. You chalked it up to Hobie just letting his guard down around you, and that made you feel nice.

This new sense of Hobie's was his personal favourite, one that he's glad comes from you, the very person he loves and appreciates so so dearly.

#NEW ARTICLE || OUT NOW !! #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv x reader #atsv #atsv hobie

[simonrillleyyysss]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ COUNTING THE DAYS

🩷🎀🩹

2/11/23

soap x housewife!reader

warnings; not proofread,IMPLIED YALL LIVE IN SCOTLANDDDD OR EXPANSE OF THE UK,minor kissing,soap is sweet, toddler mentioned, implied fem reader but not confirmed, just cute stuff,uk slang / terms?? baby is like 4-5? maybe?,simon mentioned, petnames, reader is called sugartits

note; ever seen those babies with a scottish accent on tiktok??

two and a half weeks;

thats how long johnny has been away for, almost three weeks—and each day was as tiring, more draining and fear ridden, the tip of the pink marker crossing over the calendar labelled, ‘halloween’ caught your attention, lips sealing together as you listened to your darlings footsteps gently patter around downstairs.

throwing on your robe, you slowly left your bedroom—johhnys, bedroom. slumping down the stairs to the living room, where your beloved daughter had managed to lift a box of cereal, taking small handfuls of cheerios, smiling at you contently.

‘get your own brekkie?’

you chirped, kissing her forehead.

‘aye!’ got it.’

she nodded, accent fusing with her high voice, your hand gently combed over her messy hair, her pumpkin themed jammies barley hanging onto her body, chewing on the cereal.

‘come on, let’s get you proper meal.’

lifting the wiggly child, you wrestled her onto the table, setting her down atop it as you lifted a peppa pig themed bowl, filling it with cereal before pouring a bit of milk into it, handing the bowl to her as you lifted the spoon.

‘say ‘aahhh..’

‘don’t wan’et!’

the curly headed girl protested, whining as she gestured to her candybag with desperation, a sigh leaving your lips.

‘not good for you in the morning, honey.’

‘i want them!’

‘need to save some for daddy.’

‘when’s daddy back?’

‘soon, gorgeous.’

you reassured silently, helping her eat the cereal.

three weeks and two days;

that’s how long johnny has been gone, no word from him or his peers whatsoever.

you knew this could happen, he’s busy—in the military, no time; and that you shouldn’t overthink it, but it’s a natural thing that can’t be controlled or tamed, yet you had to accept it.

the soft buzz of the tv in the background was more comforting than that of the silence of your bedroom upstairs, busy sliding the school cardigan over her shoulders, you wiped her skirt down and gave her a soft smile.

‘look so pretty! you excited for your first day back?’

‘not really, nawww.,’

she shook her head, pigtails bouncing with the fluid motion.

‘gonna walk you to school today, okay?’

you gently hoisted her small frame into your arms, her bright eyes and toothy grin was a double of soap—sighing, you gently moved her fringe out of her eyes and kissed her chubby cheek, closing the front door behind you.

four weeks, and finally an update;

there was a knock at the door, around 7 or so— you had just finished cleaning the dinner plates from earliers feast, daughter busy drawing at the kitchen, you quickly threw off your gloves and walked to the door, slowly sliding the bolt across and opening it.

there, stood mactavish—a broad figure stood behind him, blonde hair buzzed with scars covering his face, but your attention was diverted onto soaps arm, wrapped in gauze and hanging from a sling.

‘johnny.’

you mewled weakly, arms wrapping around his neck in a flurry of emotions, sniffling into his neck; sighing and gently kissing his jaw.

‘what happened?’

‘wella-‘

‘idiot thought he could play superman on the field, shot in the forearm. fine, though.’

the blonde replied gruffly, slowly blinking.

‘broughta’guest, well…didnae’ really hava’ choice, came t’help mae’ with me’ gear.’

johnny shrugged, ruffling your hair and stepping inside the house, letting the stranger step behind him.

‘simon.’

he introduced himself briefly, nodding his head in acknowledgement before setting soaps gear down at the frontdoor.’

‘big’ol lad ere’ practically saved mae’ arse!’

the hawked man boasted, nudging his side with his sound arm.

‘thank you…for putting up with him.’

you smiled softly at simon.

an hour and 11 minutes;

simon , or ‘ghost’ was sunk into the soft cushioning of the sofa, listening to the child infront of him introduce the toy horses to him.

‘an’ this one’s..this ones dakota.’

‘dakota is..a lovely name, innit?’

‘aye!’

she nodded, reaching out to trace her fingers along his crooked nose, scars covering the pale skin of his face.

‘wha’ happened?’

you gasped in embarrassment, slapping her hand away from his face and pulling her back to you as you were walking past, just after lifting johnnys empty mug to dump it into the sink, now heading to tend to soaps needs again.

‘where on earth did your manners go?’

‘don’t worry—it’s fine.’

he reassured, waving you off with clear dismissal before lifting the small child to place her on his knee, bouncing it slightly as he explained.

meanwhile, johnny was sprawled across the sofa with exhaustion, eyes shut as his vision barely fixated onto the screen of the tele infront of him, pink blanket laid across him.

‘feeling any better, honey?’

you cooed gently, hand rubbing over his cheek dotingly, sat at the edge of the couch in worry as he mumbled, nodding slowly.

‘aye’..feelin’ much better, bonnie’…missed ye’, ye’knoe at’, right?’

‘i know that.’

‘good..didnae’ want ye’ te’feel like shite.’

with a wince, he shifted as you swatted his forehead—before your hands moved to comb over his mohawk, gently kissing his jaw.

‘may be sore, but you know you’re not allowed to curse when she’s awake.’

‘aye.. i know, lassie’.

two days, 23 minutes;

his hand free was slung over your bare hip, stirring as his lips connected with the back of your neck affectionately, gently kneading the plush of your stomach, his other hung by his stomach, wrapped in bandage.

‘awake?’

you whispered, slowly spinning over to stare up at him, hands cupping his face tenderly, stubble itching your lips as you pressed your lips against his, nuzzling into his chest.

‘aye..course’am’,sugartits.’

a hearty chuckle followed, dragging his teeth up your bottom lip, grazing the soft skin.

‘behave.’

‘or wha’?’

‘you have a sore arm, can’t.’

you insisted, kissing his collarbone.

‘course ye’ can, jest’ use your hand, besides—me’ good arms fucked, innit?’

‘arsehole.’

‘yae’luv’it.’

#spotify #soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap john mactavish #cod soap #soap mactavish #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap smut #soap mactavish smut #soap mw2 #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish #john mactavish x reader

[moremaybank]

threesome fic with jj and rafe? reader has been going out with rafe (non exclusively) but he finds out that she's friends with benefits with jj? idrc about the plot <3

A TASTE OF BOTH WORLDS — r.c & j.m

pairings jj maybank x reader, rafe cameron x reader

summary jj and rafe both find out that you've been seeing the other behind their backs. what are they supposed to do now?

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, oral (m. & f. receiving), double penetration (am i horrible? maybe. do i care? HA! hell no.), overstimulation

author’s note she's long, so prepare yourself LOL. also, first time writing a threesome fic so please don't judge me😭

jj masterlist // rafe masterlist

"so, were you ever gonna tell me that you've been fucking maybank?"

your eyes went wide, and you were in utter shock. did rafe really say what you think he said? or were you just imagining things?

"rafe, i—"

"save it, princess," he said, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek. he peered down at you, but you failed to read the look on his face. you couldn't decipher whether he was angry or intrigued, but you were nervous all the same. you never planned on rafe finding out about your relationship with jj. but now that you knew he was aware of it, you had no idea what to expect.

"come with me," rafe spoke, pulling you up the stairs of his house as he made the way to his bedroom.

"rafe, what's going on?" you asked as he shoved you gently into his room. as soon as you were inside, your eyes found jj, who was lying on the bed waiting expectantly for you.

"hey, pretty girl," he smirked, getting up from his spot on rafe's bed and approaching you. when he reached you, his hand moved your hair from over your shoulder to rest against your back. you turned back around to face rafe. the confusion on your face made him laugh as he came to cup your face in one of his hands.

"i know it's hard for you to choose, baby. you want a taste of both worlds," rafe spoke, "and now you can have it. and i mean, really have it."

"yeah, princess. had i known you wanted the both of us, maybe i would've sent rafe that video we made a while back, given him a little sneak peek into all that he's been missing," jj added, his hand smoothing down your back to grope your ample ass.

you looked back and forth between both of the boys, both of whom could force you into a puddle with just a few filthy words in your ear. your facial expression read petrified but with a hint of intrigue. to be completely honest, you weren't sure what to expect. you were well aware of how they could both make you feel individually speaking, but together? what were you really in for?

"aw. don't be scared, baby. we're gonna make you feel so good, i promise," rafe spoke. his hand fiddled with the hem of your shirt, and jj's fingers tugged at the waistband of your jeans. "you gonna strip for us? or do we have to rip your clothes off you?"

you hesitated slightly, not due to fear but due to nerves, before you pulled your shirt over your head and cast it onto the floor. your jeans were next, and you undid the button, unzipping the tight denim and drawing each of your legs out of them. you were now standing in between both boys, body clad in black, lacy lingerie as you pondered on what they were about to do to you.

"get on the bed, baby. what are you waiting for?" jj instructed, eyes trailing over your breasts that were practically bulging out of your bra.

you obeyed when you looked over at rafe, and he nodded, giving you permission to do so. you sauntered over to the bed timidly. you took a seat on the plush mattress, awaiting your next instruction.

"lay on your back. make sure your head is hanging off the mattress," rafe added as he began to strip off his clothing. jj followed rafe's actions, removing his own clothes, including his signature 'coors' muscle tee and camouflage shorts.

you flipped onto your back with your head far past the mattress, doing as rafe ordered you to. your eyes came into contact with both of their abundant cocks, the two of them standing up firmly, angry and red as pre-cum leaked out of them. you wanted nothing more than to taste them both so badly that you salivated at the thought of the salty warmth of their releases.

rafe made his way over to you, peering down into your eyes. "you wanna taste my cock, baby? i can see it in your eyes. such a pretty little slut, getting off on the thought of me fucking your throat raw, huh? isn't that right?"

you nodded in response your words seeming to die on your tongue. however, that failed to be enough for the cameron boy. so, he grabbed your upside-down face as best as he could to keep your eyes locked on him. "tell me, sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it. tell me you want me to fuck your face."

you gulped but obliged his wishes nonetheless. "yes, daddy. want you to destroy my throat and coat it with your come."

"oh yeah? and what about me, beautiful? what do you want me to do for you?" jj questioned. "want me to eat that sweet pussy of yours? i know how you love to cream on my tongue. you showed me just how much you craved it when you came yesterday. four times, in fact."

jj climbed onto the bed, sitting in between your already spread legs. he spat onto his fingers before they dragged upward from your entrance to your clit. he spread his saliva over your clit, circling it gently a few times to warm you up. he blew onto your core, the cold air sending a shiver through your body as your hips jerked up in need of attention. you hummed weakly, pulling your head upward to look down at the blonde.

"is that so, baby? you came for him four times? that mean you're gonna double it for me today?" rafe added.

you looked back up at the cameron boy, eyes wide once again. "gonna come as many times as you both want me to. i'm gonna be such a good girl, make you both so happy."

even without them really touching you, you knew you were going to be exhausted by the night's end. however, you couldn't bring yourself to care. all you wanted was for both boys to fill you up and make you cry in the best way possible. and you better believe that that was exactly what they planned on doing.

"you make me so proud, baby girl," rafe said. "now, open wide and get ready for me. if you're good, maybank will devour that perfect, tight little pussy. make me feel good, and he'll make you feel good. deal?"

"yes, daddy. i'll make you both proud. i promise."

you hung your head off the mattress once again, mouth wide open as you waited for rafe. he moved closer to you, spitting onto his cock and jerking it a few times. he brought his length to your lips, sliding down your throat as he filled your mouth completely. rafe threw his head back as he bottomed out, and you savoured the pleasure-filled groan that escaped his lips.

"shit, pretty girl. you know how goddamn sexy you look with your mouth full?" jj asked, peering at you from his place between your thighs. "i'd be lying if i said i wasn't jealous."

"you'll get your chance, maybank. stick to your job."

rafe began to thrust into your mouth quite harshly, as the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat over and over. you were mumbling incoherent noises around him, sending vibrating sensations to his cock and throughout his entire body as you pleased him.

"oh, fuck. just like that, princess. always so damn good for me," he rasped, looking down at you as he grabbed a hold of your face in his hands. he kept you still, using you in the best way possible. "why don't you go ahead, maybank? make her whimper around me."

"don't mind if i do," jj obliged. he spread your cunt apart with his thumbs, watching as your slick grew more and more abundant. "look at that," jj cooed, "i knew you were filthy, baby girl, but look how fucking soaked you are. you love your face being stuffed with his cock, don't you? so fucking full with him down your damn throat, i bet you can feel him in your lungs."

he brought his face down to your cunt, finally allowing himself to taste you. his tongue darted out, probing your entrance. your sweetness coated the tip of his tongue, and he groaned in satisfaction, "always so goddamn sweet. like candy."

jj dragged his tongue up through your folds just as he did earlier with his fingers and wrapped his lips around your clit. he sucked at it gently, bringing your bundle of nerves into his mouth completely, and swirled his tongue around it, flicking in every which way. you subconsciously ground your hips further into his face at the impact as you continued to let rafe fuck your face, instantly craving more contact. luckily for you, jj obeyed your silent command and slurped at it harshly, causing a muffled yelp to erupt through your filled mouth.

as jj continued his motions, both yours and rafe's moans of pleasure filled the large room, your voices vibrating off the walls as the warmth spread through your bodies.

you would almost be ashamed if you had to admit it, but you were already close to reaching your high. between rafe stuffing your mouth full and jj lapping at your clit like it was his last meal, your mind and body failed to focus on anything else. you were completely surrounded, and even though you were timid earlier on, you couldn't think of being anywhere else or doing anything else.

you brought one of your hands to caress rafe's balls, taking note with your eyes of how they were begging for even a sliver of the attention his cock was getting. you massaged them, feeling rafe's hips begin to stutter due to the contact as he let out an unsuspecting groan.

"shit, baby. i'm getting close. how's our girl doing, maybank? she close yet?" rafe questioned with the sexiest rasp in his voice.

jj released your clit from his mouth momentarily to answer. "i don't know, cameron. let's see," he spoke, bringing his index and middle fingers to your entrance and shoving them inside. his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it with his strong tongue. you instantly clamped down on his fingers as if you were trying to make sure that they couldn't escape.

"she's close," jj confirmed. "should we give it to her? or make her wait?"

rafe's eyes locked on your pleading ones once again, and he couldn't help himself. you were behaving, being such a good fucking girl for the both of them. he couldn't deny you, not with that look on your face. "give it to her. she deserves it, don't you think? letting me fuck her throat raw while you eat her out."

jj nodded, drinking in the sight of you. your back was arched off the mattress as his digits stroked against your g-spot. your nipples were hard, poking up toward the ceiling. tears were flowing out of your eyes as rafe picked up the pace, and mascara was staining your cheeks and up toward your temples due to the position you were in. you were a fucking sight. and you deserved everything you were going to get.

"shit. i'm gonna come, baby," rafe gritted through his teeth. "make her come, jj. want us to come at the same time."

your muffled moans got higher in pitch, and jj brought his face down to your core. his teeth grazed over your clit, and you unravelled. the heat from the pit of your core spread throughout your limbs, and your squeal went straight to rafe's cock, bringing him to his orgasm as well. he shot the hot ropes of his release inside your throat, and you tasted the savoury saltiness as he slid out of your mouth.

with your mouth empty, you gasped for air as your chest heaved, lungs begging for air. your body went limp, and jj drew his fingers out of you.

"come here, baby," jj said, using his free hand to guide your head upward. "see how fucking good you taste."

he stuffed his digits into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around your come that coated his fingers. you closed your eyes as you hummed at the taste of yourself. you smiled as best you could, eyes opening to look up at jj with the most innocent look on your face.

it drove him wild.

"i'm gonna fuck your pussy until you're sore, pretty girl," jj cooed, stroking your hair.

"then that means i get to claim this tight little ass of yours. isn't that right, baby?"

you nodded dutifully at both boys. they were both so gorgeous. so strong and carved by the greek gods, it seemed, and you wondered if you even had the power to deny their wishes. but the answer was clear; you couldn't. not even if it took all your strength.

"you gonna ride me, baby girl? can you do that for me?" jj asked.

you nodded once again, "yes, daddy. will you come inside me?"

"you don't even have to ask."

jj laid flat on his back with his head propped up on a pillow as you came to straddle him. with both your legs on either side of his torso. you grabbed his dick firmly and guided it toward your drenched pussy. the tip nudged your entrance, and you sighed in contentment as you eased it inside of you. you felt achingly full, yet you still yearned for more.

carefully, you leaned forward as your nipples dragged along jj's abs and chest, and you began to ride him. you rolled your hips, feeling his cock fill you to the brim each time you sank down on him. with each push and pull, you felt your legs becoming more and more like jelly as his length stroked against the sweet spot inside of you.

"oh, fuck. maybe it's because cameron is watching us right now with the most jealous look i've ever seen, but you feel so fucking good, baby. better than ever before," jj groaned, his hands dragging up your stomach and chest until they found your breasts. they squeezed at them, his thumbs circling your nipples and watching as they perked up at the attention again.

"i'm the furthest thing from jealous, maybank. you wanna know why?" rafe questioned, sliding behind you in between jj's legs. "'cause i'm gonna be the first one to make this ass sore."

rafe gripped his cock, spitting down onto it as he did before and jerking it to lube it up. his hands grabbed your hips, halting your rocking motions. "stay still, baby. let me fill you up even more."

you obliged, and you gasped harshly as rafe pushed into your puckered hole slowly. it was as if your lungs stopped working as he slid into you, both holes now permeated beyond anything you'd ever felt before. sure, you and jj had experimented in the past with a single digit plunged into you or one of the sex toys you owned. but both boys, as well-endowed as they both were, filling you at the same time? there was nothing like it.

"shit, you're squeezing me so damn tight. my dick can barely breathe, baby," rafe groaned. "can we fuck you, pretty girl?"

you didn't even have to think about your response. you, as well as jj and rafe, all knew what the answer was.

a stone-cold yes.

you leaned forward, your arms caging around jj as he began to fuck up into you. his cock started to massage your g-spot. you whimpered, your sounds growing louder when rafe began to move as well.

they were both so different, and so were their movements.

jj fucked you hard and deep, his pace quickening as he felt your walls begin to squeeze him. his fingers dug into your hips as he gripped them harshly, keeping you where he wanted as he started to wreck your pussy. his movements never faltered, only coming back stronger and harder as your slick drenched him.

"that's it, baby. take it."

rafe, on the other hand, rocked into you slowly but equally as deeply as jj. it was as if the boy was testing himself, seeing how far he could go until he felt the need to wreck you beyond repair.

"shit. you're so deep, both of you. can't fucking breathe," you whined. body going limp against jj's chest as his arms wrapped around you and kept you in place as he fucked you. "yes, yes, yes. fuck."

one of your hands found rafe's arm from behind you, holding on so tightly that your nails left behind indents in his skin.

"show us how bad you wanna come, baby. be our good girl. promise we'll leave you leaking with our seed if you do just as we say," rafe commanded harshly, beginning to fuck you harder.

both boys were making a complete fuck-doll out of you at this point, and you couldn't think of any better way to be used. you thrived off of pleasing them individually. but making them both proud? it was simply too much to bear.

"rub your clit, baby. cream all over my cock, and we'll give it to you," jj instructed.

it was more than difficult to catch your breath, let alone bring yourself to your second high, but you listened. your fingers rubbed mercilessly at your bundle of nerves. the pleasure was becoming far too much to register, but still, you felt as though you needed more. you flicked and flicked, feeling that familiar coil in your belly tighten, and soon enough, it snapped.

you let out the loudest cry the two of them ever heard as the tears poured down your face, so loud that the pogues probably heard it all the way from the cut. you couldn't help it, though. pleasure was practically hitting you all over the place at this point, overwhelming you so much that you had no clue what to do with it all.

"shit. i'm gonna come, pretty girl, cameron and i are gonna fill you up nice and good. you'll be leaving a trail of us everywhere you go," jj grunted as he finally reached his high. rafe wasn't far behind him, releasing into you as he felt you coming from the inside. he unravelled as well, and both boys were shooting their come inside of you. they rode out their orgasms, using you and filling you just as they promised they would.

once you all came down, the two boys eased out of you, and you whimpered as you felt the loss of them inside both of your entrances. jj used his thumbs to wipe your tears away, "i know, baby. felt so good, didn't it?"

"we're so proud of you, y'know that? so pretty when you're stuffed in every hole. maybe next time, we'll ask a third to join us. he can fuck your face while maybank and i destroy you from both ends. how's that sound?"

~

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[twirlyeyebrows]

Hiiiiii 🤗 I hope your doing well I was thinking about some ideas for one piece and maybe headcanons for the straw hats (mainly luffy) with a child/teenage cremate who is shy and fearful but loves the crew

They will stutter hide behind them l

Go on adventures with them

And we could see the strawhats fight over them occasionally

they don’t talk about their past but they were scared of people before due to issues but they have hope in humans but are kind and help out with things like strategies I just think it would a wholesome yet fun idea to work with

Also if you want it to be more interesting you can make them overprotective or maybe yanderish the possibilities are endless!

Feel free to ignore!

this is such a cute request omg !! tysm <3 i had a ton of fun writing these and i hope you enjoy { sorry i just chose a few of the straw hats, if you want the rest shoot me another request and i can do the whole crew :) }

✶ Shy Crewmate w/ Straw Hat Pirates Headcanons ✶

♡ Content Warnings: N/A

♡ GN Reader

♡ Word Count: 1.3k

♡ Luffy ♡

✶ Luffy has always been your favorite member of the crew, but you'd never tell the others that.

✶ You find yourself clinging to him the most. His carefree way of life amazes you and you wonder what it feels like to have no fears. This wonder draws you to him more than anyone else.

✶ When enemies (or anyone, really) get too close, you find yourself getting angry and jealous. You try to suppress the feelings but they always cause your blood to boil until you lash out at the opposer. Sometimes it ends well, sometimes it doesn't, but Luffy always gives you a pat on the back that makes it feel worth it.

✶ You see him as the hilarious older brother you never had growing up. He helps calm you down in times of need and he tries his best to be patient with you, even if he often fails. It's the thought that counts.

✶ During heated battles you (very reluctantly) stay away from him. He’s always facing the danger head on and you know you can't let yourself get too involved with the fighting… Though sometimes if there's not enough time for you to make a safe escape, you'll end up with your arms wrapped around his neck holding on for dear life as he punches his way to victory. These are secretly some of your favorite moments. It gives you the sense of adventure you crave but are too fearful to seek out on your own.

✶ Luffy always saves a spot right next to him for you at the dining table. More often than not he'll unintentionally eat a good portion of your meal, but you're too timid to point it out to him. Plus, you're more than happy with what Sanji provides anyways!

✶ It may take a while (a long while) for you to come out of your shell a little bit, but once you do it's non stop goofy duets between you and the rubber man.

✶ He’ll never leave you out of the crowd. Even if you're trying to cower behind him, he'll pull you into the group huddle and make sure your voice is heard. It can be overwhelming at times, but you know it'll be helpful in the long run.

♡ Zoro ♡

✶ You don't talk to Zoro all the much. He's a muscular, straight-faced, sword wielding “pirate hunter” and all of those traits mixed together scares the hell out of you. Despite this, every interaction you've had with him as been nice, so you know deep down he's a kind soul (even if appearances make that hard to believe).

✶ Most of your interactions with him include trying not to trip over him while he's sleeping on the deck in the middle of the day.

✶ The other times mostly consist of his insanely quick reflexes saving you from falling off of high buildings or into the water.

✶ You can recall one time early on in your induction to the crew where he was on night watch and you sleepily stumbled onto the deck, still trying to get the hang of being on the ship. He bluntly invited you up and with a little bit of hesitation, you agreed. The two of you mostly sat in silence and simply looked at the stars in the night sky, but you remember feeling an odd sense of comfort from the man. Since this time, you often think about asking to do the night watch with him again, though your nerves get the best of you and you can never seem to spit out the words you want to. Maybe one day you'll have another nice night in the crow’s nest…

♡ Sanji ♡

✶ Sanji always makes it a point to make sure you're feeling as comfortable as you possibly can.

✶ He’ll bring you special snacks when you don't ask for them, he'll cook you extra servings since he knows Luffy always takes yours and you won't tell him to stop, and he’ll always makes sure you're full before you leave the table after every meal.

✶ You feel as though you can confide in Sanji a little more than the others. You don't know much of his past and he doesn't know yours, but you can tell you both have something in common, even if it's unspoken.

✶ His presence is calming and you never feel pressured to change while you're around him. He doesn't mind your stuttering or fumbling over words- he's always patient and caring.

✶ You'll never understand his crazy obsession with women and quite frankly, you never want to. It's something you've learned to block out and you try your best to avoid him when he's making a fool of himself.

✶ He’s always the first to rush to try to help you out of a sticky situation, he'd never be able to live with himself if something bad happened to you. He feels almost a parental sense of responsibility for you. Because he was cheated out of his childhood, he doesn't want you to be cheated out of yours.

✶ You view Sanji as your more responsible “older brother” or maybe even a little bit of a father figure. You've never had someone care for you so much and it makes you feel so welcomed.

♡ Usopp ♡

✶ You and Usopp are kindred spirits. You two always try to stay out of trouble and are probably the two most conscious people on the crew.

✶ You both notice the tiniest details in everything that's going on. An enemy mysteriously moved from one place to another? Both you and Usopp are keenly aware of it. The group split off into smaller groups to divide and conquer? This chills you and him to your bones. Everything that goes unnoticed by the rest of the crew in battle, is spotted out immediately by the both of you.

✶ You find comfort in Usopp’s nearly irrational fear of everything. Him making up fake illness names to try to explain these fears never fails to make you crack a small smile even when you're terrified. Him being scared of everything makes you feel less alone.

✶ In your free time he'd try to teach you how to draw if you wanted. You accept the offer every once in a while and even though it can be stressful learning to do something new. Luckily, he’s extremely understanding and doesn't mind going over one step multiple times until you've got it down. Many of these drawings end up being pinned up in the kitchen or in various Straw Hat’s rooms.

✶ During most adventures and fights, you try to stick with Usopp as much as possible. Though he may not be the most reliable in combat, you know his intelligence and slingshot can get him far. As a bonus, you know he's always going to try to stay away from trouble as much as you are. And it never hurts to have a like minded rational person around!

♡ Robin ♡

✶ Robin has essentially adopted you as her own child.

✶ Much like how she thinks of Chopper, she thinks you're absolutely adorable and will go to any length necessary to protect you at any cost.

✶ She has a talent for getting you to a place of serenity when things get extra overwhelming and she'll always take the time to work things out with you.

✶ She’s extremely analytical in her ways which can be frustrating at times when her points clash with your emotions, but the majority of her advice is extremely valuable to you. You never take her help for granted even if sometimes it's unwanted.

✶ After Usopp, you try to stay glued to Robin the most. You know she can and will protect you with her life, though the danger that comes with her name scares you a little too much for comfort. You know that following her will lead to trouble, but sometimes it's worth it.

✶ You love sitting on the deck and watching sunsets with her as she reads you a book or lists off random facts about whatever it is she wants to teach you. Before joining the Straw Hats, you hadn't learned much about the world and Robin has become your personal teacher.

✶ Most of your survival skills (excluding the ones you learned on your own before joining the crew) come from Robin and her well rounded knowledge. Her intelligence amazes you and you often ask her for help with common practices, to which she cheerfully provides.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #luffy headcanons #zoro headcanons #sanji headcanons #usopp headcanons #nico robin headcanons #twirlyeyebrows

[lovecarisi]

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 2: The Unraveling

Two weeks. Two weeks you had told him to wait. If he was still thinking about you then, he could call. Otherwise, he shouldn’t bother. And you had meant it. You had not saved his number, only given him yours.

Dominick had assured you that he would call but truth be told, you didn’t know his character from a quickie behind a boathouse in South Hampton. Promises were made and broken in the heat of a moment like that. Careless words were spoken all the time when there were no obligations involved, no strings attached. And it would have been no big deal.

You didn’t know anything about him except that he was studying criminal law at Fordham, lived somewhere in Williamsburg, and had stumbled onto the Hamptons scene that weekend the same way you had - some friends had dragged him there. Other than the way he was so magnetic and you wanted him with every fiber of your being, you didn’t even know if it was a physical attraction or more than that. However, you would have been lying to yourself if you didn’t admit to the fact that you spent every day of those two weeks thinking about him. Cursing yourself for telling him to wait. Hoping he would call. Even if it would end up being just a good old-fashioned booty call. Yes, you would still see him around somewhere if he didn’t call but it would hurt your pride. For him to have made you feel the way he did that night and never be acknowledged again? Sure you would cope eventually but not after a few weeks of utter bitterness and self-loathing. Ugh, once again you cursed his name for the millionth time these past two weeks. What a fool you had been.

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You are sitting at your desk at the law firm’s office where you work part-time, typing away at an email reply. Two clients enter the room and you look up, smiling politely at them. 

‘Mister Phillips is ready for you, gentlemen. Would you care for some coffee?’ you offer.

They return your smile but shake their heads, and close the office door behind them in a rush. You sigh in relief, turning back towards the computer screen only to be interrupted by your phone vibrating on silent. You stare at the unknown number slightly annoyed but pick up with an exasperated ‘Yes?’

‘Guess this is a bad time, huh?’ you hear him chuckle on the other end.

Fuck. 

Fuck.

FUCKFUCKFUCK!

You draw in a sharp breath and sit up straight as though you just got caught doing something naughty. It’s him. Dominick. 

What the-. Your work had actually distracted you, kept you so busy you had forgotten about what day it was. For once in those two weeks you had not thought about him in a hot second.

‘It’s you.’ You feel so silly but you actually cannot believe he is really calling.

‘Well…you told me to call in two weeks. It’s been two weeks. And I’m afraid I haven’t stopped thinking about you. So I was hoping to see you again. Please say yes.’ 

He sounds like a little boy asking for his favorite toy back after it’s been taken from him. It makes you weak immediately, flashbacks to him and you together, skin on skin. Oh lord.

‘Yes.’ is all you manage to mutter. Girl, control yourself. You swallow hard, you’re sure he can hear it.

‘I’m so glad. Are you free tonight?’ The urgency in his tone of voice makes you feel so powerful, maybe he can’t control himself either.

‘I’ll text you my address.’

When you hang up you are shaking. There it is again that feeling in the pit of your stomach, spreading down between your legs. Your mind is racing. You actually can’t believe it. He had been waiting to call you. He had been thinking about you. In fact, in his own words, he had not stopped thinking about you. Your whole body is suddenly trembling with anticipation and disbelief. Is this really happening? The way he had so nonchalantly admitted to more or less obsessing over you the way you had over him. The way he had practically begged to see you. Oh boy, would you make it worth his while.

You finish early on Fridays so you run out of the office, stopping by your local grocery store to pick up some essentials, including a bottle of wine, before coming home to your small Bushwick apartment. Good thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here, bad thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here. Your anxiety is already through the roof and you kind of want to smoke some weed but you’re scared it will make it worse. 

So instead you take advantage of the luxury of having a bathtub and spend an hour soaking among lavender-scented bubbles. Looking down at your naked body, imagining him touching you again, and you have to hold back from touching yourself at the thought of it. Like you have so many times during the past two weeks when these thoughts had taken over. It was the way he had known exactly how you liked it, even the things you yourself hadn’t known you liked yet. 

It had never been this good with anyone before, even your ex-boyfriend of three years. He had never been able to even want you to open up like this because it was clear from the beginning that he was more interested in his own needs and wants. But you had hoped that you could coax it out of him by giving into whatever he demanded because after all, it was love, right? Or at least you thought it was. And yes, he had made you cum, most of the time. And yes, he had gone down on you. Even though you always felt like it was more of a chore to him than something he had enjoyed while you had to pretend that sucking his dick was something you relished when he more or less forced you into it. Either way, he never made you feel sexy, he never made you feel like the most important person in the room, like all eyes should be on you; like a woman, like a man should make you feel. Instead he liked to keep small, keep you in your place, talked over you to make himself look smart and important. So eventually, it all faded away between you two. And that was putting it mildly. You don’t like to think about it too much, it takes you to a dark place you don’t want to go. 

You don’t miss being in a relationship. In fact, you’re not looking for one. Whatever this is, is going to be, or not, between you and Dominick, you aren’t ready for anything serious. 

8pm on the dot, your doorbell rings. The spritz of perfume you just sprayed behind your ear still lingers in the air as you rush down the hallway to press the button on the intercom. Soft footsteps on the stairs. Your heart is pounding. You check yourself in the mirror one last time. No fancy outfit, nothing revealing. Just a simple gray cotton off-the-shoulder dress, your hair in a messy bun, soft make-up. Why bother when he already had your pussy in his face, right? Why bother when he for some reason already thinks you are the sexiest little thing?

He’s holding a small wicker basket full of fresh strawberries, the sweet scent overwhelming as you open the door to greet him. 

‘What-‘ you raise your eyebrows at him.

‘I think flowers are overrated and well…I passed a farmer’s market earlier on my way home, so. I hope you’re not allergic or are one of those rare people who hate strawberries.’ he’s babbling. He’s nervous. How cute. 

‘I love strawberries.’ you reply, as you pick one from the basket and grab his arm, pulling him in. The fruit is absolutely bursting with flavor as you bite into it. ‘Delicious.’ you smile, making it clear you’re not just talking about the strawberry.

‘Well, I’m glad.’ he smiles back at you.

‘Thank you.’

He follows you into the living room/kitchen area, his eyes tracing your body and your adorable little banter quickly gives way to that familiar heat spreading between you two.

‘Just so you know, I think flowers are overrated too, unless they grow in a field.’ you turn around and properly take him in for the first time since opening the door. 

You can’t believe he’s really here. Standing in your apartment. And he seems to think the same thing. As much as you both were overconfident that night you met, fueled by a bit of alcohol and the excitement of the unknown, you don’t know where to start, or rather where to continue now. His hands seem restless, yours are dying to touch him.

‘Glass of wine?’ you ask because you can’t think of anything else and maybe a few sips will calm your nerves.

‘Sure, thanks.’ he answers as he shrugs off his jacket and you turn to get glasses from the cupboard. 

By the time you have opened and poured the wine, he has wandered over to your bookshelf, scanning the contents. You watch as his fingertips glide over the spines of books, and you can’t explain why it makes your heart beat so much faster all of a sudden. With the glasses in hand you join him, handing him his just as he pulls out Kierkegaard.

‘I don’t know if I’m amused or shocked.’ he looks at you, one eyebrow raised. 

‘And why’s that?’

‘What’s your field of law again?’

‘I never said.’ you challenge him.

He takes a sip of wine and his eyes stare into yours. Damn you, you think.

‘Well can I guess then?’ 

‘Go ahead.’

‘Human Rights.'

Fuck, he is good. Or you’re just too obvious. Your law books aren’t even on this shelf.

‘You figured that out from me reading Kierkegaard?’

‘Oh no. I just really appreciate philosophy.’ 

You purse your lips and he cocks his head and it’s a game you’re playing now it seems. If that first time you told him not to tease, teasing is now all you are both doing. His face is entirely too close to yours and you notice a slight sunburn across his nose, a few freckles dancing there, his lashes too unfairly long for a man as he looks down into your eyes. 

‘Philosophy me this then, Mister. You really couldn’t stop thinking about me?’ your voice is low and you can tell the effect it has on him.

‘Hmm. You left me with quite the thoughts.’ he says, in the same low voice.

‘Can’t imagine what you mean.’ you smirk up at him, putting your glass down on the bookshelf next to his.

He smiles and puts a finger under your chin, raising your head slightly. 

‘I mean….’ he takes a deep breath. ‘I thought about you day and night, wondering what you were doing, what you were eating, drinking, dreaming about. Whether you were feeling happy or sad, stressed or relaxed. What kind of music you were listening to, what kind of books you were reading, what kind of clothes you were wearing. If you were wearing the same perfume you wore the night we met. Whether you preferred the rain of the last few days or if you were hoping for sunshine and the heat. What you were thinking about while waiting in line at the coffee shop. If you were thinking about me? If you were counting down the days hoping I would call, or if you regretted that night? And if you were thinking about me, were you thinking about the way I touched you, the way I kissed you, the way I fucked you? Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Because I did. I got hard the second the thought of you entered my mind.’ 

His mouth is behind your ear now and you are a mess. You are holding back a moan, choked up in your throat. He has once again managed to reduce you to a complete wreck, a dampness spreading between your legs. 

‘Sounds intense.’ you exhale and he smiles as he picks you up, your hands wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist.

You finally find yourself kissing him deeply, his strong arms holding you so tightly you can feel his heartbeat hammering against you. 

‘Just so we’re clear…I never regretted it for one second.’ you say it with every inch of your soul before slipping your tongue into his hot mouth, a moan rumbling within him. 

‘Anything else you wanna clear up? Maybe like…you thinking about me too…and y’know. Touching yourself?’ he tickles your sides and you shriek, punching his arms playfully.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’ you tease, and he rolls his eyes.

Somehow you manage to make your way into your bedroom and he puts you down on your bed, his body on top of yours. Your kisses are becoming more intense by the second, your hands sneaking under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, so desperate for more contact. But you have other plans. Pushing him off of you, you crawl back on the bed, telling him ‘Stay there.’ as he attempts to follow. He looks confused but does as you say, an undeniable look of excitement on his face for whatever awaits him. 

You really can’t believe what you’re about to do. But you know it’s gonna make him lose his mind and that is what you set out to do. So you reach under your dress, slowly pulling off your panties before throwing them in his face. He gasps, taking the piece of clothing like it’s a treasure he just unearthed and brings it up to his face, inhaling your scent. You bite your lip, watching him, knowing it’s just step one on his way to absolute unraveling.

Sensuously, you let your hand glide over your body, still just over the fabric of your dress while the other one releases your hair from the bun, letting it fall loose over your shoulders. He doesn’t even blink watching you, just stares at you in utter fascination. There’s a bulge growing in his jeans, you can tell, and god, does it make you feel special. Here’s this breathtakingly gorgeous man and all he wants is you.

‘So, you wanna know if I thought about you, hmm?’ your hand slips under your dress. ‘About that night? About your tongue tasting me? About your fingers exploring me? About your beautiful, big cock inside my wet little pussy? About how you were the best fuck of my life? The only man to ever make my earth shake like that?’ your legs spread a little but still not enough for him to see you. Somehow he’s not trying to, his eyes are fixated on yours, his mouth slightly agape, and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. ‘You wanna know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you, wishing you were inside me again? I’ve lost count. I’ve moaned your name into my pillow so many times, Dominick. Dominick. Dominick.’ 

Now you let him see. And he inches closer to you as you rub your clit in small circles, so wet already. He moans your name back at you. Watching you as you insert two fingers into your soaked pussy and start pumping in and out slowly, whimpering with pleasure and you can tell he’s about to fully lose it, it turns you on so much, making you shiver with lust. 

‘And I pretended it’s you. But it could never feel as good. You really fucked me up, baby. You really did.’ you sound almost mad and he catches it, pulling you close as you withdraw from yourself.

‘I’m sorry.’ he apologizes and kisses you again and you claw at his shirt, nearly tearing it off within a second, followed by his jeans while he does the same with your dress. ‘I’m sorry.’ he says again, lips down your neck, across your collarbone. ‘I’m sorry.’

And it’s both of you who unravel. And you knew this was gonna happen. Because yes, he fucked you up but you fucked him up just as badly. 

‘I’m sorry too.’ you whisper, running your fingers through his soft hair as he continues to place kisses downwards, his mouth closing around your nipple, tongue sneaking out to tease. Your back arches and his large hands grab your waist, not even a piece of paper could fit between your bodies. It’s so intimate, and he’s not even inside you yet. He’s in no rush you can tell although he’s as hard as he can get, pressing against your thigh, a wet spot forming on your skin there. It doesn’t matter, he’s lost in you, you’re lost in him. 

When he finally slips inside you, you almost pass out at the sensation, wrapping your legs around his hips to get his full length as deep as possible. He groans into your neck, not moving for a second just letting himself melt with you.

‘Please.’ you whisper in his ear and your voice is shaking and he slowly starts moving, dragging out every thrust. 

‘Fuck.’ he breathes. ‘Longest two weeks of my life.’ and you stare into his eyes with a sheepish grin. 

It’s the hottest sight, Dominick on top of you, moving in and out of you, and you don’t know where to put your hands. His beautiful face, his warm chest, his toned arms, his strong shoulders, his tight ass, you really want all of him at once. And then this feeling he’s giving you where you are joined, his cock dragging along your tight walls, one hand reaching down because he knows how much you like it when his fingers play with your clit. 

‘S-so g-goooood. So fucking good.’ you moan, clenching around him and he furrows his brow in an almost serious way at the sensation of you squeezing him. 

‘You like it when I do that, hmm, babe?’ you ask, wiping a loose curl of hair from his face and he nods, kissing you sloppily. 

And you do it again, and again. As much as you enjoy this slow rhythm, you are dying for him to pick up the pace a little, and this does the trick. He grabs one of your legs and hitches it up higher, opening you wider to him, fucking into you deeper and slightly harder. You let out a loud moan as he hits that spot within you.

‘Is this what you wanted, my sweet?’ and you smirk and affirm. It’s not long before you begin to shudder, whining his name as he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. ‘You really are so beautiful when you cum. All I wanna do is make you cum.’ 

He flicks his thumb over your clit again, pumping his dick so deep inside you, you lose all control over yourself. His eyes are staring into yours and that feeling you get scares you a little but it is all too much now, you have no time to think.

‘Cum for me. I wanna feel you cum. I love how you get even tighter around me when you do. How you shake. No more moaning my name into your pillow all by yourself. I’m here. I’m right here. I’m all yours. Cum for me, baby.’ He thrusts into you again and you uncoil. 

‘Fuck! Dominick!’ you moan, clinging to him as you pulse and shudder with your orgasm. 

He holds you and kisses you and continues to move in and out of you slowly, disregarding the chase for his own pleasure to revel in yours, to extend it even. This man. You cry out in pleasure, he has once again managed to lure the most intense climax from you, and you already know it won’t be the only one tonight. He hasn’t cum yet, it’s like he is holding back and while it makes him the sexiest man on the planet it also makes you want to make him cum even more. So you press your hands against his chest and push him off you, his eyes widen in surprise as you straddle him.

‘Okay.’ he grins up at you as you slowly lower yourself on his cock, letting him sink into you. ‘Jeez.’ he gasps and you feel even fuller in this position. 

‘Any last words?’ you smile down on him and he pushes up into you without a warning, making you squeal. ‘Don’t you dare!’ you raise a finger. 

‘You know where you can put that.’ he pokes his tongue out at you and you glare at him in shock before putting your hand over his mouth. 

‘If you don’t shut up I’ll make you wait another two weeks.’ he immediately stays silent, a serious expression on his face as you smile triumphantly and start moving on his throbbing cock. 

‘You don’t mean that.’ he blinks his eyes shut, pleasure taking over as you feel his thighs tense under you. 

‘Please, I wouldn’t survive.’ you reply and his eyes flutter open again, a soft smile on his lips. 

He grabs your hips, gently guiding your movements as you run your hands up and down his torso. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ you whisper and can’t believe he blushes. ‘What? Has no one ever told you that before?’ You drag him in and out of you slowly. 

‘Not like that.’ he pauses. ‘I was always the lanky, skinny kid and girls tended to go for the quarterbacks.’ He looks perfect to you. 

‘Well, I bet they never got dick like this from their quarterbacks.’ you shrug and he giggles until you make him moan again, rolling your hips back and forth a little faster. 

From the way his hands are moving over your body you can tell he’s getting close. They’re restlessly looking for a place to settle, or a place they haven’t touched yet; up your sides, over your breasts, cupping them gently, squeezing, down your stomach to your pussy, over your thighs. You’re close to your next climax too and you know just the thing to send you both over the edge. While you move up and down his cock, you guide your hand down your pussy and start rubbing your clit, Dominick watching you with heavy eyes. 

‘You like what you see, baby?’ 

He can only nod, and the sight of him watching you with his head pressed into the pillow, biting his lip, is so fucking hot. Poor boy is so close but you don’t want to pick up the pace. You’re dragging his cock in and out, painfully slow, circling your clit with your index and middle finger. 

‘Dominick, you feel so good.’ you moan, arching your back, he has the best view of you riding him. 

‘God, you are gonna make me lose it.’ his breath quickens. 

‘Lose it, baby.’ you squeeze his cock with your walls, the beginnings of your orgasm crashing over your body like waves. 

You sit up again and withdraw your fingers from yourself, only to offer them to him and he opens his mouth to taste them, taste you, hungrily. He jerks his hips up, slamming into you, and cums hard, releasing himself inside you with a shudder and the sexiest moan. Your pussy clenches around him as you literally ride out both of your orgasms, the two of you still shaking as he pulls you down onto him. And it’s some kind of insanity just how badly you want to take everything of him in at this moment, even though there’s not much more left to take in. Somehow you still want more of him. More. His lips are on your neck and yours are in his hair and you take in his scent, his heavenly scent that is now on your pillow, in your bed. Your bed. 

You’re breathless and giggling and it’s warm and comfortable although you’re exhausted. 

‘You don’t mind if I spend the night, do you?’ he asks, stroking your back.

Your brain is yelling at you to be careful. That you don’t really want this. That it’s just the endorphins or whatever. It’s nice to be wanted, it’s nice to be taken care of by a man like him, a man who knows how to touch a woman. To make a woman feel special. But you don’t want the complications of something more. Something serious. So you tell yourself, it doesn’t have to be like that. It can still be nice without it being serious. You will be careful. While still enjoying it.

‘Not at all.’ you say, snuggling up to his warm body.

And you ignore the unraveling. 

#dominick carisi #dominick carisi jr #svu #law and order svu #dominick carisi x reader #dominick carisi smut #dominick carisi fanfic #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi #carisi smut #sonny carisi smut #carisi fic #carisi fan fic #fanfic #dominic carisi fan fic

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Every time my old post expressing bafflement at 'anti player theory' undertale and deltarune fans gets a note, I go through the war again. Maybe some of them are normal, but like every post from these people that I have ever seen is never content to just have a strictly in universe read of the text. They gotta assert that believing a video game has meta elements spits in the face of craft and storytelling, and no video game could ever draw attention to it being a video game as part of it's thematic identity. They have to debunk the concept of metafiction just to be right, which is hilarious because they end up overwriting the thematic craft they claim to be the only real supporters of.

Undertale is about war, and violence, and hate and how we respond to it. Most monsters don't really want to fight, half of them are just hanging out, so they're happy to be friends if you are, but the memory of the war between monsters and humans lingers. Whether they don't entirely understand the war's true essence because of their purehearted natures make them antithetical to it (Papyrus, Monster Kid), or use the narrative around it as a prop for their personal goals and are forced to contend themselves (Alphys, Mettaton), or try to teach its horrors with its methods (Toriel), or are convinced that the only way to escape the shadow of the war is to win it (Undyne) even if they don't really want to wage war at all (Asgore), the history of that war informs it all. Flowey is who he is because that violence ravaged Asriel, a small child, SO hard his grief and anger are now everyone's problems. He cannot feel love because the cycle of violence stole his ability to believe in it. Every genocide boss only fights you to stop you from carrying out your own. They know that if the entire underground is so easily destroyed, there is no reason humanity wouldn't face the same fate, and this cycle must end, even if they are powerless. The ending is determined by whether you perpetuate war. The genocide run is a grueling, unfulfilling, deliberately difficult challenge as punishment for enacting war for nebulous gain, while pacifist ending brings about the best future, where everyone including Asriel is saved, and it is the most fun to play, because is one where you commit to kindness and understanding. They both are in service to the thesis statement that "love and compassion are good and the key to rectifying all wrongs."

Hbomberguy and NezumiVA have made videos on the same lines, but Undertale's meta because it's about how we engage with video games as a medium. It's about completionism. It asks whether mining a story for every possible scrap of information is worthwhile. Chara's true name is literally a derivative of player character, you are meant to name them after yourself, and project onto them and Frisk until the game seperates them from you because you are a real human being, not a character in a video game. You only learn Frisk's name by the end of pacifist, the best possible ending that you should be satisfied with as a means of separating your ties, and you only meet Chara when you go way the fuck out of your way to get the worst possible ending because of vague hints that there is one. Undertale uses the vibe and aesthetic of old turn-based rpgs to draw you in, get you comfortable, only to use it's characters to ask why are you doing any of this? Is this why you like stories? Are video games merely arrangements of lore to be logged into a wiki until you run out of data to sort, or did you like Undertale and other video games because its characters and ideas resonated with you emotionally? The text has a lot of compassion for Alphys and her fan hobbies, and it only criticizes her when she treats the real world as a self insert fanfic, and it's meta thesis for you is similar. It's fine and good that you love your favorite games, but what are you getting out of engaging with the medium in this way? "Don't you have anything better to do?"

But Deltarune is where they really start to lose me. It is not finished, things could change with later installments, but from what little we have, it follows up on Undertale's commentary about the cycle of violence, and brings it back to suburbia. Violence here is interpersonal abuse and neglect. It is adults caught up in the myriad problems of adult life they do not notice, or fail to support, or do not care about the children suffering under those same systems. Kris is a child who lives in the shadow of their older brother. They befriend Susie, who eats garbage and doesn't seem to have parents (or at least not any that give a shit), and they have a childhood bond with Noelle, who has lost her sister, her father is in the hospital, and her mother is absent and otherwise not great. Even Berdley has a whole complex about needing to be smart thanks to his upbringing. Kris opens this portal themself, literally escaping into a fantasy land where they, children, are the most important and powerful, unbeholden to adults and their baggage. They get to be agents, not subjects, and yet the dark world still has those same anxieties. Lancer is afraid of his father, Queen is an overbearing mother, Rouxls is an opportunist most concerned with himself, King struggles in vain to liberate himself from being a subject while forcing his subjects to adhere to his agenda, Spamton wants to escape his chains and is the incarnation of a spambot, Seam gives up, and Jevil escapes into his imagination. Kris can abuse Noelle into the snowgrave route, and Susie and Berdley are bullies because kids are just as capable of hurting one another as adults are. Darkners may say shit about not wanting to fight anyway, and Ralsei might regurgitate Undertale's lesson as truth like it's his full time job, but even he re-evaluates by the end of chapter one. In the real world things cannot be as simple they were in Undertale.

Agency obviously relates back to the meta, as Kris' is literally overwritten by the red soul you are asked to give your own name in a dialogue that once again separates you from your fictional vessel, a player character, then goes even harder when they slam dunk that little guy you made into the trash because "No one can choose who they are in this world." You can't either. You can get Kris to abuse Noelle into killing people, carry out the abuses that made these kids desperate to escape in the first place, even if they don't want that, but understanding the player solely as a force that strips agency, much like understanding Undertale's player as a comment on real world morality, is incomplete.

If Undertale critiques completionism and datamining as a valuable ways to understand art, then Deltarune reuses its cast and critiques is thesis as part of a its meta to showcase the it's real value. It is a story that even in universe is about fiction. The dark world and its inhabitants are palatable reflections of Hometown. Kris and Susie keep going back because it is freeing, and allows them to grapple with the their complicated feelings about their world. They can come out more confident in themselves, with a healthier mindset, or Berdley can fucking die! Violence in the dark world comes back out of it because the dark world is a mirror. Video games aren't real, you don't actually kill monsters or darkners, but war is real, and violence is real, and abuse is real, aren't they? Isn't that why you get sad when characters you like die? How often do we use analogies and metaphors to explain our feelings, or complicated ideas? Fiction is just a tool to understand the world. What are the stories you love saying to you?

If the meta doesn't compel you, it's not what you find value in, or how you interpret the text, I don't care, even if I think it's strange. What you get out of these games belongs to you, and you deserve to have your reading as much as I or any meta proponent does. But anyone making claims about what fiction must be, just to deny the a meta angle is possible? That's anti-intellectual bullshit. It denies metafiction exists as a tool altogether. It shits on not just Undertale and Deltarune, or meta video games, but stories written across every medium that have ever used their work to comment on itself, its genre, its medium, or art as a whole. If you denigrate a whole artistic convention and the work of countless artists just to validate your hot take? You don't deserve any respect.

#hope.txt #my meta #undertale #deltarune

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 9 - Evillustrator

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            Adrien sat in Ms. Mendeleiev Chemistry class. He wrote out his notes with his classmates in the eerily silence. He occasionally jotted down ideas to get Luka to talk to him between his notes but scratched them out. He probably should give up like Juleka suggested, but he couldn’t yet. There had to be a way to be friends with Luka so he could have another friend like Nino and perhaps Bloody Bug.

            “Nathaniel! What are you drawing?” Ms. Mendeleiev roared.

            Adrien jumped and looked behind him. Ms. Mendeleiev stood at Nathaniel’s desk.

            “What?” Nathaniel asked.

            Ms. Mendeleiev grabbed a page from Nathaniel’s sketchbook. “And these artistic endeavors are clearly why you’re failing science.”

            “I’m sorry.”

            Ms. Mendeleiev dropped the page and wiped her hand on her shirt. “Take your stuff and march yourself right to the principal’s office. Make sure to show him that chicken scratch.”

            Nathaniel gathered his stuff and headed out of the class. He tripped on a backpack and fell. His sketchbook flew from his hand onto the floor. It opened to the pages he recently worked on. It was comic featuring him as a hero as he saved Marinette.

            Marinette’s eyes widened as she looked at Alya, who grinned. Adrien’s jaw dropped while Luka ignored everything. Kim and Chloe laughed at Nathaniel. Ms. Mendeleiev scoffed and pulled Nathaniel up while Chloe took the sketchbook.

            “Ooh. Look, Sabrina. It’s him as a superhero. And look who he’s saving. It’s Marinette!”

            Sabrina gasped and giggled.

            “What a perfect couple, right, Sabrina? The two losers are just meant for each other,” Chloe remarked.

            Nathaniel snarled and snatched back his sketchbook as Chloe ripped a page from it.

            “Enough! Nathaniel, go!” Ms. Mendeleiev yelled.

            Nathaniel flinched and ran out.

            Ms. Mendeleiev shook her head and returned to her desk. “Alright, before class lets out, I’m going to assign the next particle physics groups. First, we have Luka, Adrien, and Alya.”

            Adrien’s jaw dropped. He had the perfect opportunity to hang out with Luka. He could finally make another friend.

            Juleka raised her hand. “Ms. Mendeleiev, I think you made a mistake?”

            “Excuse me?”

            “Luka is always with me, but you didn’t call my name.”

            “Where’s the mistake?”

            “I’m not with Luka.”

            “That was no mistake. I’ve noticed you never give Luka a chance to speak during your presentations. To remedy that, he’ll be with another group, and you’ll be with Ivan and Nathaniel.”

            Juleka grumbled but didn’t talk back.

            “With that settled, the next group is Chloe, Sabrina, and Marinette.”

            Chloe raised her hand. “Uh, Ms. Mendeleiev? Can you stick Marinette with another group? Sabrina and I work better as a duo.”

            “No. This is a group, not pairs. Besides, maybe with Marinette you won’t have Sabrina do all the work and actually contribute this time.”

            The bell rang. The students moved to leave when Ms. Mendeleiev yelled out.

            “Not so fast. I dismiss you, not the bell.”

            Everyone sat back down as Ms. Mendeleiev assigned the last of the groups.

            “The presentation is due after All Saint’s Holiday. Now you are dismissed.”

            Adrien turned to Luka, but he was already gone. He gathered his things and headed out. He hoped to see Luka, but there was no trace of him.

            “What’s up, partner? Ready to hit the library during study hour?” Alya asked.

            “What about Luka?”

            “What about him?”

            “He’s in our group. We’ll need him with us.”

            Alya waved her hand dismissingly. “Don’t worry about him. Juleka will work with him.”

            “But he’s in our group.”

            “Details, details. Look, I’ll make sure to split up our jobs and pass them out. Luka can work on his own and we can work on ours together.”

            But-.”

            The warning bell rang. Alya grabbed Adrien’s arm and took off running.

            “Let’s go. We’ll talk about it later in the library.”

            Adrien sighed and resigned himself. He went through the rest of the day on autopilot until he headed up to the library. He walked through the isles as he looked for Alya and hopefully Luka. He found Alya with a small stack of books, but no Luka.

            “It really is just us, isn’t it?” Adrien asked.

            “Sorry to disappoint, but-.”

            No! I mean, you don’t disappoint. It’s just… I don’t know.”

            “Sit. Let’s talk.”

            Adrien took a seat.

            “What’s on your mind?”

            “Well, I’ve wanted to be friends with Luka. It’s the big reason I wanted to come to school in the first place. To make friends, that is. Maybe I’m being too greedy. I have Nino, you, Marinette, Chloe, and Blo-, I mean my bodyguard. I don’t actually know his name, so I just call him Gorilla.”

            Alya raised a brow. “Right. Well, there’s nothing wrong with wanting more friends. The more the merrier, right?”

            “Exactly! But Luka doesn’t seem interested at all. I tried to ask Juleka for help, but she told me to just give up. Maybe I should, but I don’t want to just yet.”

            Alya hummed. “Well, I might have an idea. Together we’ll find out why Juleka is so protective of Luka and why he’s always so closed off.”

            “You don’t know? I thought being Juleka’s friend she would have told you and the other girls.”

            “Oh, no. I’ve tried, but Juleka deflects every time. And, quite frankly, I’m curious to the reason why. So, leave it to me and we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

            “Thank you. So, what did you find for our project.”

            Alya opened her mouth as Chloe screamed. She and Adrien turned as Chloe was pelted by a storm of berets. They raised their brows when a giant hair dryer materialized out of thin air. They gasped and looked around to see a boy in a mime-like supervillain outfit.

            “Woah! That looks like hero from Nathaniel’s drawing!” Alya yelled out.

            Adrien moved to hide to transform when Alix tackled Nathaniel. Adrien’s jaw dropped as she wrestled with Nathaniel before he kicked her over the railing. She hit the top of a bookcase before she rolled and hit the floor. Adrien moved to help her when she jumped back to her feet as though nothing happened. She ran back up to face Nathaniel.

            “What is she made of?” Adrien asked.

            Alya rolled her eyes. “She probably isn’t even human. I’d put money on her being a demon.”

            Adrien frowned at the remark. He turned back to Alix. She chased down Nathaniel until he blocked her path with a barrier. She smacked into it as Nathaniel jumped down from the second floor. She leapt over the railing onto the top of the bookcases and back to the floor. He ran after her as she disappeared behind the bookcases. He turned the corner as she ran into another barrier that blocked the exit. He ran up to her.

            “Hey, are you ok?” Adrien asked.

            “Of course, I am. Just annoyed that fucker got away.”

            Marinette ran up to Adrien and Alix with Sabrina in tow. “Are you alright, Alix?”

            “I’m fine. I’ve experienced worse,” Alix answered.

            “Alix, why did you run in there? With that guy targeting Chloe, I thought you would have jumped on the tables and cheered him on,” Sabrina pointed out.

            Alix turned away. “I… wasn’t thinking.”

            Marinette and Sabrina exchanged glances when the barrier faded. Alix grabbed her backpack and left. Adrien considered and followed Alix. He ran out of the library down the halls but didn’t see her. He checked the courtyard but didn’t see her here either. He sighed and leaned on the railing. He looked up as Bloody Bug landed on the roof.

            Adrien ran down to the courtyard and waved Bloody Bug down. She jumped down in front of him.

            “Bloody Bug, what are you doing here?”

            “I saw a boy run from here dressed like a supervillain. I hoped to intercept him, but he vanished into thin air. Would you know anything about this?”

            “Yes. He had attacked my friend Chloe with hats and a hair dryer before this girl I know, Alix, charged in and stopped him.”

            “Where is Chloe?”

            “I think in the library still.”

            “Show me.”

            Adrien led Bloody Bug to the library. He stood aside as she headed inside. He snuck off and transformed before he ran in after her. He spotted her surrounded by the other students. He strolled up and placed his arm on her head.

            “What pleasure, Bug. What brings you to such a humble institute?”

            “There’s an Akuma out. The target appears to be Chloe, but she may not be the only one.”

            “Oh?”

            “Marinette, was it? Share with Cat here what you told me.”

            Marinette stepped forward with her gaze on the floor. “Nathaniel, the one that is akumatized, has a crush on me. He might come after me.”

            Chloe laughed. “That’s-!”

            Bloody Bug raised a hand and Chloe shut up.

            “What should we do? We can’t leave them both unattended,” Chat Noir pointed out.

            “But we can’t have them together otherwise we’ll never smoke out this Nathaniel. I say we split up on this one,” Bloody Bug said.

            “Oh! We’ll take Bloody Bug!” Alya yelled as she grabbed Marinette’s hand.

            “No way! I’m taking Bloody Bug!” Chloe shouted.

            “Oh, for the love of… who has a coin?”

            “I have a button,” Mylene offered.

            “That works too. May I?” Bloody Bug asked.

            Mylene took off one of her pins and handed it to Bloody Bug.

            “Alright. Colored side up is heads. Silver side with pin is tails. Make your calls,” Bloody Bug instructed.

            “Heads!” Alya called.

            “Tails!” Chloe called.

            Bloody Bug flipped the pin. She caught and placed it on the back of her hand. She removed her hand to reveal the silver pin side up. Chloe gasped and cheered.

            “Suck it, losers. Enjoy the stupid cat,” Chloe yelled.

            Chat Noir growled as his ears pinned back. Bloody Bug scooped up Chloe and patted his shoulder.

            “Take Marinette home. I’ll be sure to explain the situation to their principal. Do what you must to help the boy and let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

            “Be careful.”

            Bloody Bug nodded. She ran out with Chloe in tow. Chat Noir sighed and approached Marinette.

            “Looks like you’re stuck with me, little lady. You ready?”

            Marinette nodded. Chat Noir scooped her up in one arm like Bloody Bug with Chloe. He headed into the courtyard as Bloody Bug flew off.

            “Hang on to me,” Chat Noir warned.

            Marinette gripped onto Chat Noir as he leapt onto the school’s roof. She ducked her head down before she slowly lifted it and looked around. She gulped and clung to him as he ran and jumped between rooftops until they were at the Dupain-Cheng bakery. He landed out front and headed into the bakery.

            “Marinette? What’s going on?” Sabine asked.

            Marinette jumped out of Chat Noir’s arms into Sabine’s. “Mom! It’s a bit of a mess, but there’s a villain who might come after me.”

            Sabine’s eyes widened as she glanced at Chat Noir. “Oh dear. They haven’t come after you so far, have they?”’

            “No. They attacked Chloe first, but I know the guy and he has a crush on me. So, he just might come for me.”

            Sabine sucked in a breath as she approached Chat Noir. “Young man, you’ll keep my daughter safe, yes?”

            Chat Noir’s ears straightened as Sabine’s approach. Sorrow pierced his heart hearing her gentle words and affectionate concern. He took a sharp breath as tears burned his eyes. He reminded himself this wasn’t the time and he needed to be better.

            “Young man?” Sabine asked.

            Chat Noir forced a smile. “Of course. My first duty is to this city and the people. Your daughter is safe with me.”

            Sabine smiled as her eyes overflowed with warmth and relief. “Thank you.”

            Chat Noir’s face fell as a tear fell and his tail wrapped around Sabine’s leg. He panicked and pulled it away as he flicked the tear away.

            “Anyway, Mom? We’ll be in my room. Is that ok?” Marinette asked.

            “Huh? Oh, yes. Please, be careful.”

            Marinette nodded and hugged Sabine. She grabbed Chat Noir’s hand and led him upstairs. He took in the quaint living space as he entered her room. It was an average-sized room with pink walls and hardwood floors. A chaise sat on the opposite end while her desk and vanity were near the door.

            “So, uh, welcome! Uh, I guess… make yourself comfortable?”

            Chat Noir nodded as he looked around. He eyed a sewing machine with a mess of materials near it. Near the machine was a pink sketchbook. He opened it and marveled at the fashion designs within.

            “You’re a designer?” Chat Noir asked.

            Marinette screeched. She ran in a covered the book with her body.

            “Is something wrong?” Chat Noir asked.

            “What? No! Just, uh, they’re not ready! That’s it. They’re not ready.”

            “Ready for what?”

            Marinette stammered and fumbled her words as she worked out an excuse. Chat Noir’s ear flicked as he looked around. His eyes caught a pin board on a nearby wall filled with pictures of Adrien.

            “Fan of Adrien Agreste?”

            Marinette’s jaw dropped as she looked at the board. Her face turned red as a high-pitched squeak came from her.

            Chat Noir smirked. “Oh my. I daresay you have a crush on him.”

            Marinette flinched. She covered her face as she curled up into a ball on the floor.

            “Wait, you do, don’t you?”

            A minute passed before Marinette managed a nod.

            “Aww! That’s adorable. Have you told him?”

            Marinette shook her head.

            “What? How come?”

            Marinette looked up at Chat Noir. “I-.”

            Chat Noir tilted his head as Marinette froze up. Her gaze shifted from him to behind him. He turned as he was trapped inside a box. He gasped when Nathaniel strolled past him. He used his Cataclysm and destroyed the box, only for Nathaniel to trap him in another. He sat in a huff, grabbed his staff, and recorded the interaction.

            “Nathaniel, please, don’t hurt me,” Marinette begged.

            “Hurt you? I would never hurt you.”

            “You wouldn’t?”

            “You’re Marinette. You’re beautiful, and sweet, and perfect.”

            “O-oh? Well, that’s, uh, very flattering. Thank you?”

            Nathaniel smiled and looked away. “So, I came by because I wanted to ask you something. I was wondering would you go on a date with me tonight?”

            Marinette’s mouth hung open as the gears in her head turned. “I… I will, but on a condition.”

            “Anything for you, Marinette.”

            “You are to leave Chloe alone, please. I don’t want any more violence.”

            “For you and only you. Meet you on the Left Bank, next to Notre Dame at sunset.”

            Nathaniel drew a jet pack on the tablet attached to his arm. It materialized on his back and he flew out the window. Chat Noir huffed and set the video to Bloody Bug.

            “Chat Noir, are you ok? How are we gonna get you out?” Marinette asked.

            “Look away, please.”

            Marinette nodded and turned away.

            “Plagg, claws in.”

            Plagg emerged from the ring as Chat Noir changed back. He fed Plagg a slice of camembert and transformed again. He used his Cataclysm once more before he repeated the process. He took out his staff, clicked the button on his staff, and called Bloody Bug. It rang a couple of times before the screen turned on and he saw Bloody Bug with Chloe, who was dressed like him. Annoyance and jealousy pricked at him.

            “What’s going on over there?” Chat Noir demanded.

            “We’re having the absolute time of our lives. Unlike you losers!” Chloe cheered.

            “And you’re dressed like me because?”

            “Do you like it? I had it made shortly after meeting Bloody Bug. I think I pull off the cat look much better than you anyway. And, let’s face it, fleabag, I look better with Bloody Bug than you ever could.”

            Chat Noir growled as his ears pinned back and tail lashed. “Well, Bug doesn’t need to protect you anymore. So, she should join me.”

            “I saw that. How’d you get trapped in that box?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “That boy trapped me in it, I destroyed the first one, then he trapped me in another.”

            “Huh. Smarter than I expected. Well, we should have this sorted. Marinette, you make sure to-,” Bloody Bug started.

            “Wait! Let me go, please,” Marinette begged.

            “I applaud your bravery, but this is no place for civilians.”

            “Please. You help the victims. Nathaniel is doing this because of me, and maybe Chloe, but let me talk to him.”

            “That’s a sweet notion, but I’d only recommend it if you’re going to tell him how you feel about him. And, frankly, you seem too soft-hearted.”

            Marinette opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked down for a moment before she looked back at the screen. “I can do it. Or, at the very least, let me try. I owe that much, don’t I?”

            Bloody Bug sighed. “Fine. But if things go south, we’re getting you out of there and handling this Evillustrator on our terms. Understood?”

            Marinette nodded.

            “Good. I’ll see you all so-.”

            “Wait! You’re not leaving already, are you?” Chloe asked.

            “You’re safe for the time. Besides, I need to regroup with Cat.”

            “But you have until sunset. Surely you can stay a little longer, right? I mean, what if he still comes after me despite the deal?”

            “Alright, fine. Cat, I’ll see you at sunset.”

            Chat Noir opened his mouth to speak as Bloody Bug ended the call. The last thing he saw on the screen was Chloe with a smug, victorious smirk.

            “Chat Noir? Are you ok?”

            “Oh, just lovely. Nothing like having my best friend stolen from me. Who does she think she is anyway? Bloody Bug was my friend long before her.”

            “Not to defend Chloe, but you can share, can’t you?”

            Chat Noir huffed and didn’t answer.

            “Well, would you mind accompanying me then? I need to meet with my groupmate to discuss a school project.”

            Chat Noir nodded. He escorted Marinette to the meeting spot. He watched over them until the sun had set and it was time to meet with Evillustrator. He headed that way with her where they met up with Bloody Bug.

            “Anything?” Chat Noir asked.

            “He’s on a little boat on the Seine creating the perfect scene for a date,” Bloody Bug said.

            Marinette gulped as she fidgeted.

            “I hope you’re ready. We’ll sneak onto the boat and sit in waiting. Do your piece.”

            Marinette nodded. She headed out onto the boat. Bloody Bug and Chat Noir followed it until Marinette and Evillustrator took a seat. They leapt from the rooftops and ran up to a bridge. They jumped onto the boat as it passed under. They snuck up near Evillustrator and Marinette and listened. She glanced at them before she turned back to him.

            “This is all beautiful, Nathaniel, but I’m worried,” Marinette said.

            “What’s wrong?”

            “It’s just… I… I want to believe this is you, but is it really?”

            “I don’t understand.”

            “It’s just… Rose was told that when your akumatized, your darker desires surface. She told us she laid claims to Prince Ali when she’d never do or say that, but a part of her believed he was hers. That part surfaced and took over, so what am I? Am I truly your crush, or a dark desire?”

            “That’s not true, Marinette. I promise, I love you. Name anything and if it’s within my power, I will see it done.”

            “If you can, reject whoever or whatever did this to you. Show me your word is as good as your actions.”

            “But he gave me these powers to win your heart and take revenge on Chloe.”

            “You don’t need powers for that. As beautiful as your powers are, I’m scared. Please, if you can, give them up.”

            Bloody Bug and Chat Noir peeked out at the scene. They watched as Evillustrator looked between his stylus and Marinette. He bowed his head in resignation and fell to his knees.

            “I renounce this power, Hawkmoth.”

            Bloody Bug and Chat Noir exchanged glances as the Akuma flew out of the stylus and Evillustrator reverted to Nathaniel. Bloody Bug shot out and caught the Akuma before it could escape. The scene that Evillustrator had created disappeared when she released the purified butterfly.

            “Nathaniel?” Marinette asked.

            Nathaniel shot up. “Marinette? What happened? Where am I?”

            Marinette hesitated. She looked to Bloody Bug and Chat Noir, who nodded. She took a deep breath and faced Nathaniel. “You were akumatized. You tried to hurt Chloe and… and you asked me out on a date. That’s what we were doing before now.”

            Nathaniel’s face turned as red as his hair. “I… I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

            “No, but I… I need to say something.”

            Nathaniel gulped. “Yes?”

            “I… I… I can’t. Love you. I’m sorry.”

            Nathaniel looked away. “I… understand. I… messed up, didn’t I?”

            “I… no. Yes? No! It’s just… I… I… like someone… else.”

            “Oh. I see.”

            “This is awkward,” Chat Noir whispered to Bloody Bug.

            “Yeah, I’ve had my fill. Alright, let’s break this up and get you two home.”

            Marinette ran to Chat Noir and clung to him. Bloody Bug raised a brow while he shrugged with a confused look.

            “Well, get her home, Cat. I’ll handle the tomato here. And I’ll see you whenever we see each other again,” Bloody Bug remarked.

            “What did you call me?” Nathaniel asked.

            “Your mom. Now shut up and give me directions.”

            Bloody Bug scooped up Nathaniel and headed off. Chat Noir watched them leave before he looked down at Marinette.

            “Are you ok?” Chat Noir asked.

            “Yeah. Are they… are they gone?”

            “Yeah, they are.”

            Marinette looked over at the empty area and sighed. “Thank goodness. That was awful.”

            “You did good though.”

            “You think so?”

            “Yeah. You did the right thing. I’m sure it doesn’t feel like it, but you’ll be ok. You both will.”

            Marinette smiled and hugged Chat Noir. “Thank you for being there for me.”

            Chat Noir smiled and patted Marinette’s head. He moved away before he scooped her up and returned her home. He placed her on her rooftop patio, then jumped onto the railing and took a bow.

            “Until we meet again, little lady. Hopefully under better circumstances.”

            Marinette smiled softly. “I’d like that.”

            Chat Noir winked and headed home.

~~

            Alix walked into the locker room to drop off stuff. She idly listened to nearby conversations. Alya interviewed Chloe as Chloe gushed about spending the whole day with Bloody Bug. She groaned as she remembered it. Chloe wasn’t as insufferable as she expected, but it was exhausting. She slammed her locker as she heard Marinette’s scream. She looked to see Adrien had surprised Marinette.

            Alix rolled her eyes and headed out towards class. She stopped outside the locker room doors as Nathaniel stood in her way.

            “Alix, I wanted to say something,” Nathaniel said.

            “Then say it already.”

            “Thank you for stopping me from hurting anyone.”

            “Excuse me?”

            “I heard it was you that stopped the evil me from hurting Chloe. I… didn’t hurt you, did I?”

            Alix snorted. “You wish. I know girls that throw a stronger punch, including myself.”

            “Right. Uh, I was hoping I could ask you something.”

            “No.”

            “Please. It would really help me out.”

            Alix sighed. “What is it?”

            “Will you be my muse?”

            “The fuck for? And why me?”

            “Because your personality is just like that Bloody Bug girl. Even the way you two speak is the same.”

            Alix’s stomach dropped. “Please, bitch wishes she could be me.”

            “That! That right there is the energy I need.”

            “Need for what? You’ve yet to answer that.”

            “Oh! I want to make a comic based on Bloody Bug. ‘The Tales of Bloody Bug.’”

            “Why? Chat Noir does so much more than Bloody Bug. You should honestly be making it about him and not her.”

            “But she seems cooler than him. And you’d be a perfect source of inspiration. Who could I honestly go to for Chat Noir?”

            “Fine, but on one condition.”

            “Name it.”

            “You make it about Bloody Bug and Chat Noir.”

            “Do I have too?”

            “Yes. Otherwise, if you need a bitch, I’m sure Chloe would love to.”

            “No! No, no, no. I can make it about both of them. I promise.”

            “Good. We’ll discuss it during art, Tomato.”

            Nathaniel opened his mouth, but was cut off by the first bell.

            “I’ll see you later, Tomato.”

            “Yeah, see you later.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous au #au #alternate universe #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #mlb fanfic #bloody bug au #bloody bug #chat noir #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #evillustrator #nathaniel kurtzberg #marinette dupain cheng #canon rewrite #celestiall0tus

[talesofesther]

The shape of words on skin

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Nightly moments with Natasha.

Requested by anon: May I ask for a Nighttime fic with Natasha x Female reader who is an avenger? Something like, reader comes back from a mission. And it’s nighttime and the couple are getting ready for bed? Nat is very sleepy but wants to cuddle with reader. And it’s just a soft night routine thing happening with them. And Nat is being held by reader as they both start falling asleep, with maybe reader humming a lullaby for Natasha to relax with?

A/N: Yes, I wrote this one quite fast, but I felt like it deserved to be posted today. Short and fluffy <3.

Masterlist

You walked through the Compound with light steps, making as little noise as you could. It was late, very late; that's what happens when you come back home from a mission in the dead of night, just because you didn't feel like sleeping in a crappy motel.

The backpack slung over your shoulder felt heavier than it was ten minutes ago, you reached your bedroom door with a sigh of relief. Pushing it open gently, you were half startled to find your bedside lamp turned on.

Natasha was sitting on your bed with a book in her hands, the room was dark save for the light beside her. By the way her head was hanging low and her eyelids took great effort to remain open, you could tell she was exhausted. She was wearing a faded blue shirt and black shorts, her hair was down and quite messy, making you smile.

"Hey you, why are you still up?" You asked amusedly, dropping your backpack and closing the door behind you.

A faint smile appeared on Natasha's lips before she placed her book aside. She shrugged lightly, "I missed you."

You hesitated for a minute before making your way to her. Every time Natasha openly talked about her feelings your stomach filled with butterflies. You stood just beside the bed, silently admiring the way the orange glow of the lamp made Natasha's eyes shine.

This side of her was a privilege reserved for you only. She bit her lip, her hand moving along the mattress to faintly make contact with your knee.

With delicate hands, you cupped her cheeks, placing a kiss over her eyelids and then on her forehead and feeling the way she leaned into you. "I'll take a shower, and then we can sleep, okay?"

Natasha narrowed her eyes to you.

"I'll be quick I promise," you giggled.

And you were, you didn't take more than ten minutes under the warm water. After changing into comfortable clothes for the night, you were sliding under the covers.

The softness of the bed was heavenly, you huffed out a tired sigh. Stretching your hand, you turned off the bedside lamp, allowing the darkness of the night to engulf the room.

You felt a familiar pair of eyes on you, felt the warmth of Natasha's body lying just beside you. With a touch of your hand on hers, you whispered for her to come closer; she still needed a little push sometimes, you thought it was endearing.

Natasha cuddled up to you immediately, tucking her head under your chin and holding onto your waist with a firm grip. You held her back with the same lingering care, threading your fingers through her hair with one hand and drawing faint patterns on her back with the other.

You never spoke about the way she clung to you at night, or how you once heard her say 'love is for children'. You knew it was easier to bury the hurt under false truths, even if you saw how much she was hurting. But with each night she allowed herself to be here, you knew she was also allowing herself to take the comfort she once believed to be unworthy of.

Natasha's love wasn't ordinary either, it took practice to see it. But you learned to recognize. Through simple gestures and lingering touches, it was the strongest love you've ever been given.

The brush of her nose on your collarbone made you shiver, her breath warm against you.

You twirled a strand of red hair on your fingers, starting to hum the faint melody of a song you heard earlier this week. You felt the curve of Natasha's smile against you; she knew the song, she was there with you in the kitchen when it played.

Her steady heartbeat matched yours, she leaned on you as sleep started to take over. Her lips brushed your skin, you could feel them moving.

You kissed her hairline, whispering back the same words which you felt the shape of on your skin every night before you drifted off to sleep.

"I love you too."

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[froggymarsh]

hi!! can i ask for #27 with empires joel or maybe life series bad boys, whichever u think fits the song better? :D

love this song :D it's in french so i'm going entirely off of vibes 😎👍

Joel always feels the smallest when he's walking next to Lizzie.

She towers above him- all blue scales and flowing pink hair like a waterfall down her back. Her tail swishes lightly behind them, almost inseparable to the trailing fabric of her dress. A webbed hand holds his as if he's something precious, and Joel can't help but feel so small.

He's been working on it with Jimmy. Being small around Jimmy is as easy as breathing, but being small around Lizzie is hard! What if she thinks he's weird? Or that he's weak and can't handle himself? Or what if she sees him have an accident?

He squeezes her hand and tries not to think about it. To his surprise, she squeezes back.

He tilts his head up. A cloud halos her head, glowing a lovely pink in the fading light of sunset. She smiles, and Joel's breath escapes him.

She's beautiful.

"Hi," he whispers.

She laughs, light and beautiful, like the kind of bell that would give an angel its wings. "Hello, Joel."

He's feeling brave. "Can I paint you?"

"Paint me?" Lizzie repeats as they step carefully into the Mezalean Matral Palace, nodding to terracotta guards and making their way up to where she knows Joel's bedroom is. "You can, Joel, but right now it's bedtime."

"Please?" he asks, a breath of a thing. He nearly trips over his own feet, eyes locked on Lizzie's. She catches him, looking down again, and he gives her his best puppy-dog eyes, "jus' fast before bed?"

Lizzie smiles, then sighs and reaches over to ruffle his hair.

"Fine. Just fast before bed."

He beams, grasping her hand in both of his and practically drags her all the way up to his room.

Once there, he releases her hand, ducks through the curtains that make up the door, and bounds across the room to the dresser that holds all of his chalk. He pulls it open, yanking a bit when it catches in the middle, and digs through it, pulling out all the blues and pinks that he can find and dumping them onto the floor.

"Oh, careful," Lizzie calls, "don't break all your chalk!"

"I won't!" he shouts back.

Once he's got all of them out, he turns, makes the front of his shirt a pouch, and scoops all of the chalk into it. Then he walks along the wall and finds a place that hasn't been drawn on- a spot in the middle of a small field of sunflowers. He thinks he was saving this spot for something else, but he doesn't remember anymore. It was probably supposed to be him and Lizzie.

He kneels down and dumps all his chalk on the floor again, whipping his head around to see where Lizzie is. She's laying pajamas out on the bed.

"'izzie!" he calls.

She looks up. He pats the spot on the floor next to him. She laughs and makes her way over, a towel draped over her arm.

"Sit sit sit," he says, patting the ground again. She crouches, and instead of sitting like he wants, she removes the crown from his head and fluffs out his hair. "Hey!"

"Just a minute, pumpkin," Lizzie leans down, kissing the top of his head, "I'm going to get everything ready for bedtime, and then I'll come sit, okay?"

Joel pouts.

"I promise," she shifts the crown into her other hand and extends a pinky. "Pinky promise."

He pouts more, but reluctantly wraps his pinky around hers and shakes it once.

She kisses his cheek. "I'll be right back."

He squirms away, giggling, and turns to the wall as she walks away. Before she can disappear, he gets a blue off the floor and starts with an outline.

He's drawn Lizzie a hundred million times before- usually in paintings of the ocean, or in her office, or high up in a tower, or flying through the air on a trident. Many of the drawings are hanging on his walls, in fact, or scribbled in the margins of his notebooks, doodled on the backs of napkins or on blank pages of old books, always careful, always detailed, never as breathtakingly beautiful as the real thing.

Joel grips the piece of chalk tight and vows to make this the best drawing he's ever done.

The chalk scrapes gently against the wall as he works. A bathtub fills in the other room. The wind chimes on his balcony sing, rocked by a gentle breeze. He adds himself next to her- sticks his tongue out between his teeth in concentration- squints at the wall, completely absorbed in his task.

He looks up at the swishing of skirts, and finds Lizzie carefully tracing her fingers along the shapes of sunflowers as she approaches.

"'izzie," he whispers.

Lizzie looks up. Her smile makes her eyes crinkle.

He pats the floor in front of his drawing, and she comes over, obediently kneeling down in front of it. He sits in her lap, pieces of chalk in both hands.

She wraps her arms around him, content.

Then, she gasps. "Is that us?"

Joel nods, trying to scoot forward while still staying on Lizzie's lap. She lifts him and shifts closer to help him reach.

"What are we doing?" Lizzie asks, the gentle tone of her voice warm and safe and wonderful.

"Dancing," Joel answers, finishing the brown on either side of the green stripe in his hair. Then he whispers, "do you like it?"

"I love it," Lizzie whispers back, "you're doing amazing."

And there they sit for an hour or so, listening to the quiet scraping of chalk on the walls and Lizzie's gentle questions. When Joel is properly covered in colorful streaks of chalk dust, his head drooping, Lizzie carefully removes the chalk from his hands and scoops him into her arms, kissing his forehead on the way to the bathtub.

He protests, but quickly settles in the warmth of the water, the flush of his face hidden by mountains of bubbles. After a bath, Lizzie carefully dries him off with a towel, helps him into brightly patterned pajamas, then tucks him into bed with another kiss to the forehead.

She slips across the room to gather up piles of chalk when he calls out to her.

"'izzie?"

She looks up, straightening her posture to meet his eyes, "yes?"

"You're nod'eaving?"

"Not yet, pumpkin," Lizzie answers, returning to her task, picking up three more bits of chalk, "I'm going to clean up first."

"Can you stay, p'ease?"

She pauses. Looks up again.

"For how long?"

"All night," he whispers, pleading, "p'ease?"

She smiles, "of course."

He beams, shifting to one side of the bed to make room.

"I'm going to finish cleaning up first, okay? I'll be there in just a little bit, love."

He nods, fast, and Lizzie returns yet again to her task.

She finishes quickly. Calls for a maid to retrieve one of her spare nightgowns, sings a lullaby to Joel while she waits. When it's brought she changes quickly and climbs into bed next to him, the curl of her tail reaching all the way around him, the tip of it pressing lightly on his back for only a moment.

He's barely awake now. She leans forward, kissing his forehead yet again. This time he doesn't open his eyes, letting out a gentle sigh.

"Love you, 'izzie," he murmurs.

She smiles, "love you too, Joel."

//

The morning brings embarrassment. She'd expect nothing less- he's always embarrassed after regressing.

He apologizes. She tells him he's cute. He blushes a lot, insisting he isn't cute, that he's never been cute, but Lizzie boops his nose and his words dissolve into meaningless fluff, and he buries his face in his hands and lets himself be scooped into a hug, pressed against her chest.

She can feel his heartbeat. She tucks him under her chin and hums.

They have to get up eventually. Lizzie has to go run a kingdom.

Before she does, Joel spots the drawings on the wall.

"What's this mess?" he asks, but the flush on his face suggests he remembers what happened, knows exactly what it was. Lizzie smiles.

"It's us," Lizzie answers, "we're dancing."

Joel smiles, his eyes full of nothing but fondness as he looks up at her. "So we are."

#joel tag #lizzie tag #empires agere #froggy drabbles #THINKS ABOUT THEM. WAAAUGH. #the themb. the belobeds. #started joel pov and ended lizzie pov i'm doin great /lh #might edit this and put it on ao3 later. thinks.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I started reading FOI again during the power outage, huddled up next to a lantern like in the olden days of yore. Anyway, I still fucking love it. So much drama, so much angst (are we really going to pretend like we don't enjoy that shit?) and so much action. I fucking love the drug heist. This book feeds my delusions further into think that Eddie's going to come back as a vampire to either get revenge OR save the assholes who wronged him and make them guilty for the rest of their lives for treating him like shit. Anyway, here are my notes because I took notes of why I love it so fucking much and some of the mistakes can easily be explained away. These are just some more thoughts I had while re-reading it. It's kind of long. Oops. The notes:

The trailer thing: some of Eddie's stuff is probably at Wayne's because over the years he probably did live on and off there over the years but he always made sure to go back to the house on Philadelphia. He probably kept his guitar there every so often so he could show off his music to Wayne, so yeah, his guitar would still be in the Upside Down as well as some of his stuff. Wayne made sure that Eddie had a room at his trailer, all set up. Said so in the book and everything.

Officer Moore probably had an affair with Eddie's dad, and it ended badly. That's what I think anyway.

At first, I was neutral about Paige, but now I like her, and I do like the fact that she looked at Eddie like an actual person. I still don't like that she encouraged him to make it without his band, but she was trying to make it just as much as Eddie was. They both had their head in the clouds, and she did appreciate Eddie for who he is and what he liked.

I still 100% believe that there are two Tommy Hs, and Tommy Hagan was not the guy pinning Gareth up against the locker. Also, Tommy Hayes has a sister, Jennifer, and she cried at Will's funeral.

I still absolutely love FOI, and I do absolutely think that people are absolutely childish about hating it. I also believe that with my whole heart that Eddie is bisexual, there's a definite attraction there. The fact that he recognized Chrissy, not based on looks, but on personality also leads me to believe that he's pansexual as well as bisexual. That's just me, though.

And the Charlie Greene drug heist thing has potential for a good Steddie story, too. Like maybe Al once again fucks up and pins it all on Eddie, not knowing Eddie's dead. Charlie doesn't believe he's dead though so he has guys watching the grave. Everyday Steve comes by to talk, leading them to believe that Steve meant something to Eddie so they kidnap Steve. It draws Eddie out alright and it's revealed he's now a vampire. He saves Steve. . .  Steve thanks him generously and all is well.

Wayne definitely went to jail because of one of Al's schemes. Like uncle, like nephew. Eddie thinks he's like his dad, but his huge heart comes from his uncle, and he's a dreamer just like his mama.

HIGGINS IS STILL A CUNT. SO IS TOMMY HAYES (not to be confused with Tommy Hagan) AND JASON CARVER AND ALSO that other dude who's Eddie not sure what his name might be.

Paige is risking so much to make other people see Eddie the way that she does. She's been hanging onto that since the Talent Show. That girl has had a crush on him since middle school.  Can you blame her? She's risking her entire career for this guy, and all the while, her grandmother just died. And she spent 300 dollars on this boy that she wholeheartedly believed in. Maybe she was just as naive as Eddie into thinking this could work.

Sometimes in your life when you get knocked down so many times, sometimes you have to choose the selfish route, and I totally get why Eddie wanted to leave his friends behind. Sometimes, when you watch someone walk out the door and away from you, it's hard not to walk out the door too. (Do I like it? No. Do I understand it? Yes.) It's hard to stay in a place where so many people hate you. He just doesn't want to be an asshole like his father, but he tries so hard not to be that he ends up becoming like him anyway. Sometimes in life you are an asshole or a bitch and that goes for everyone including Eddie. Trust me, I was trying so hard not to be like my mom but I ended up almost becoming like her until my dad gave me a metaphorical bump on the head. I still struggle with that sometimes so I definitely relate to that.

While I do think Al loves Eddie and he loves Wayne in his own shitty way, and he also loved Elizabeth, he definitely uses not just his own love but their love for him as well to manipulate them into getting what he wants, to get himself out of trouble. That's the fucked up thing about Al Munson and at the end of the day, it's going to cause him to die alone. He burned all his bridges. Wonder if the regrets will hit him like a freight train when he hears about his son.

Ugh, whatever you do don't think about the fact that Wayne's probably been working his ass off to pay his own bills and the bills on Al's house so that Eddie could have a place to live. Like, how else could Eddie still live there if his dad was always gone?

He totally White Fanged Ronnie, pushed her away so she wouldn't get hurt by people's hatred of him. Ugh. So much angst. And it would be just like Eddie to push people away so they don't get hurt. There's so many fanfictions where he does that and they are so good. As good as this.

I love Ronnie. She's either aromantic or asexual but I think she could be both. I love her friendship with Eddie and the fact that she was his first friend. There are so many things that Eddie and Steve could bond over. The love of their platonic soulmates are one of them.

Also, in the book, Eddie implies that there is more than one bar in town, so yeah, the Hideout is a different bar from the Hideaway.

Although I do wish that they had mentioned his tattoos but maybe he didn't get them until after he started to work for Reefer Rick.

Paige asked him to move in with her. Don't tell me that girl is not in love with him. She looked at Eddie and said, "Yeah, I want to spend more time with him." I don't care what anyone says. I didn't care at first about Paige, but the more I reread it, I like her and feel sorry for her because she more than likely ruined her career for Eddie. I love Eddie, but it wasn't all Higgins' fault that he's a third time senior. He had to make mistakes himself like his grades, for instance. He's only human, and like the myth of Icarus, he flew too close to the sun. Sometimes, you break hearts, and sometimes your heart gets broken yourself.

The sad thing is that Paige wasn't trying to get him to be someone other than himself, Eddie decided that he needed to be someone else. I fucking love this book. Angst!

You know, Lucas didn't tell the other jocks that he was in Hellfire like Eddie told Paige's parents that he didn't mess with that stuff. Lucas was trying to fit in, to escape being bullied the same way Eddie was trying to escape the name Junior. They both denied a part of themselves so they wouldn't be hurt. The parallel. . . Maybe it's just me.

Wayne Munson likes to garden and collect coffee mugs and hats. . .he's adorable.

Eddie's angry at Wayne for caring like a dad should, knowing full well that really he's mad at his dad for not making more of an effort like his uncle.

I can sympathize with Wayne. I know what it's like to have a sibling who breaks your heart, and I've got two who do that. I can relate so much to both Wayne and Eddie in this book. I have siblings who break my heart and a parent, my mom, who has no interest in being a part of my life. Another reason why I love this book so much, I relate to them so much. And Eddie. . .just refusing to run away like his dad does. It's so much harder to think about him feeling guilty about running away from Chrissy's body because he thinks he's being like his dad.

And even after all the things Eddie said to her and even after she risked her career for him, she still used her own money to bail him out of jail. Yeah, this second go around, I fucking love Paige. She still loves Eddie and she sees him as she's always seen him. . .a person. Not his father, not a fuckup, not Junior. . . Just Eddie. Ever since the Talent Show, he's always been Eddie to her and she's seen what we've seen in Eddie. Something real.

The fucking scene with Will.  .  . I'm so glad that's when Eddie started to be like Eddie again. "Jonathan looks too appalled for someone with that haircut" Fucking still kills me. Eddie's such a bitch and I love him.

Do I still not like how he treated Lucas? No, but I do understand that when he looked at Lucas, he saw himself abandoning the party like he did for greener, safer pastures, and that scared him. I still don't like it, but I get it.

God, I still fucking love the book. He's still so undeniably Eddie. He's a nerd, he plays D&D, he named one of his songs fucking "Fire Shroud", he went on about Tolkien Politics, and he had dreams of making it big even if he let it cloud who he was. He just let what people thought of him get to him so much and that's such a hard thing to let go of. I felt for Eddie and he realized that he was becoming what everyone thought of him. I'm glad it was Wayne who pushed him on the road to not giving a fuck and Ronnie, who showed him the way of looking after their lost sheep. Anyways, still love it.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #stranger things flight of icarus #flight of icarus #stranger things foi #i fully believe that this books is canon

[puexii]

Yuh so imma just drop this really old thing I wrote a while ago with my ocs hrhrr

Includes many outdated facts like Ren going out frequently and them living in a warehouse

actually Ren is not allowed to go out by himself and they live in Clyde's apartment but anyways

Oh also I hadn't really figured Clyde's personality out back when I wrote this so uhh ye

Oh ye also the kit having a cat thing was based on a drawing I made at the time, not sure if I'm keeping it in canon

Anyways onto the thing itself

Ren “RN-E5” finds a moth

One time, while Ren was outside on one of the buildings observing from a high place like usual, he found a moth, or rather a moth found him.

“Hmm? Whats this?” Ren said when he noticed a cool bug, “it looks so cool! And fluffy!” Ren said surprised by the coolness of the bug “i should go show everyone!” Ren said to himself excited about the cool bug. Ren then stood up and spread his wings, preparing to fly back home, which is the warehouse they stay in, except while doing so the moth got scared and flew away. “W-WAIT!” Ren asked the moth while trying to follow it. “I didnt mean to scare you!” Ren said while the moth continued to fly away.

Ren started to fly behind the moth, trying to not crash with it. The moth tried to speed up since there was a giant (compared to the moth) robot following it. “I dont wanna hurt you! I just wanna show you my friends thats all!” Ren said to the moth attempting to make it stop.

After a while of flying and attempts at persuading the moth, they started to get tired. Then the moth went into a narrow place, trying to escape the robot thats been following it for three hours now. Ren finally realised that he was scaring the moth all this time, and also decided he should probably save the charge he has left for the flight home. “Oh uhm, sorry i didnt mean to scare you like that.” ren said while preparing to leave.

After a bit he reached the warehouse and landed. When he went inside he took off his wings and decided that he should probably go to bed early this time since he flew alot that day, except he was interrupted by clyde who noticed he finally came home after staying outside later than usual. “So what were you up to today?” Clyde asked ren, “i found this really cool bug today and wanted to be friends with it and show you guys like kit did with their cat! Except i might have followed it for too long and scared it so i thought i should probably leave alone.” Ren told clyde. “And you were flying all this time? No wonder your battery started to run out.” Clyde said while leaning on the wall, “hehe, yeah, i did that!” Ren said while chuckling realising that he didnt really think this through. “Ok ill go now, i still need to recharge.” Ren said while starting to leave “alright, see ya!” Clyde said while waving to ren goodbye.

The next day ren went back to the building looking around as usual, until someone familiar came beside him, “oh hey! You came back! I honestly never expected this since what i did to you yesterday!” Ren said while laughing lightly, remembering his stupidity the previous day. Suddenly the moth started approaching ren slowly, “hm?” Ren said while noticing the moth approaching, “I thought you hated me.” Ren says while confused by the moth’s behaviour. Then the moth flew and sat on ren’s head, “huh, you seem to be a very forgiving lil guy!” Ren said happily, still confused by the moth’s behaviour. The moth stayed up their, seemingly forgiving the silly bot, though ren didnt notice since he couldnt feel the moth up their.

After a while when ren decided to go do something else, he noticed the moth, surprised by the fact that the moth was up their the whole time, he didnt really say anything, only making a “:O” face. Before he could say anything, the moth started to leave, maybe going home, “oh! Uhh bye mr bug! Or ms i couldnt really tell. Was nice hanging out with you!” Ren said while waving to the moth goodbye.

Ren was happy for the rest of the day, perhaps he made a new friend! Later when he went home he told kit and Clyde about how he became friends with the cool bug he saw the other day, kit seemed happy about the story, clyde was surprised by the bug’s behavior but he didnt think much of it.

#orizon px #orizon ren #orizon clyde #orizon kit #random moth who just appears #coming up with tags for my oc story coz why not #oc lore #oc #ocs #writing #this was written back in feb 2023 #i actually haven't written anything since #except for school but that doesn't count #it was pretty fun #but i just dont seem to get the motivation for it #welp hope u enjoy it anyways #rare pix writing moment #i should try writing again #oh ye also i did make a drawing based on this back then but it doesn't look that great so im not posting it #might redraw it sometime tho #but if u want its posted on my insta

[suppuration]

DVD commentary ask! First thing that came to mind for me.

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The problem wasn't that Kevin had woken up half covered in fur.

The problem was that Kevin was missing an eye. That woke him up real good. More asymmetry. Swell.

Hard smells filled the entire stretch of the tunnel, a bouquet of cold surfaces, jagged corners, hard edges. Objects that, even from the other side of the space, smelled coarse, smelled polished. Stuffy, prickly organic sterility. Never before had he just felt like the place was filled with useless, crowded junk. He felt like he was suffocating, and sat up, drawing in a good solid few breaths, only for the sensation he was hallucinating to evaporate before he could fully process it.

At least this one's got some muscle, he thought to himself. The relief remained only temporarily, when he noticed his nose was also gone. But he'd inhaled through more than just his mouth. A large, clawed hand aped about the left side of his face and he palpated several slits. His sense of smell could see the hand as he pawed at himself. So that's what this thing's good for, he thought. Mangy mutt. But then the slits seemed more like flaps, and his pinky finger traced one only to dip underneath it.

Oh, the things he suffered through, as his body sought equilibrium amid the supersaturation of energy from that weird watch. In exploring what he'd woken with, he was equal parts comfortable and disgusted. The compound of olfactory perception and ocular vision was more disorienting than trying to process the smells in the first place, like having in one contact lens except worse. Ultimately he wished the mutation had taken both eyes, if it was going to take any. He squinted shut his one, useless eye and took in cyclical, rhythmic breaths, snuffled attempts to adjust to the sheer sensory depth as he groped about the living space. He could smell everything.

A series of urges lit a wanderlust in him, and he investigated the tunnel further down the way. The darkness no longer impeded his exploration. Restless. Destructive physical energy. Need to bite things. Chew. He rested onto all fours, and despite the disparity of the length of his limbs, he fell effortlessly into a sweeping gait, the mutated arm bearing the body weight. Run. Swing. Man, this thing was fast. And strong. Getting his heart pumping like this was great.

But he halted. He could feel his toenails scraping the insides of his boots. The alien energy must not have been done. The dream he'd been having must have woken him up in the midst of the changes setting in. He kicked off the boots and left them where he'd stopped, and ran his hands over his knees and ankles, seeing he'd gotten digitigrade legs again. Free.

And he sprinted off again like he was possessed, tongue hanging out in delirious bliss. When they weren't completely psychologically destroying him, the mutations made him feel alive, truly alive, surges of raw power. Maybe this wave would be the first full shift, and it would grip him completely.

I keep forgetting you have this series saved sdfsf <3 For those who hadn't seen it, the ficlet accompanies this pic:

What I was thinking when I wrote it: I tried to encapsulate with each TF sequence the full sensory experience, and balance that against the mental toll it caused.

Why I wrote it in the first place: I liked Kevin's whole deal, but I really wanted to explore what it must've been like for him each time he experienced another of the alien mutations. We only really see Tetramand and Pyronite, and then the chimeric mashup.

What's going on in Kevin's head: He's experienced several different alien forms prior to this point, but this one's not making him miserable. It's weird, but not bad.

Context against the larger body of work: I had originally planned to write out snippets for all ten base aliens. A few S2-4 aliens seemed like they'd be fun to write for him, too. But, I think I only ended up doing three or four before I hit an unrelated bad headspace and dropped the project.

Awful puns: Well, for starters, it's called "Little Snot."

And so on: Uhh. 1. Vulpimancer was not originally one of my fav 10!OG, but doing this piece gave me an appreciation for the race. 2. The olfactory input description was inspired by one of my favorite passages in Roadside Picnic. When I think "garbage data sensory input," or any other form of inability to process one's senses, I immediately think to that passage.

Thanks for the ask <3 Sorry it took me two weeks to actually reply...!

#ask meme #timearremer #sacredflamingart #kevin levin #ben 10 classic #ben 1O #unsanitary cw #body horror #transformation

[melishade]

In your Optimus in episode one timeline, what are Anne and Bertholdt's plan for getting Eren? He's being protected by the Survey Corps, has Optimus training him, and has a secret gladiator bodyguard no one knows about. There's no way Anne or Bertholdt are coming up with a plan that won't fail miserably.

Part 18: The Overall Plot of the Episode 1 Timeline

Been a while since I tackled the Episode 1 timeline, but yeah, Bertholdt and Annie are so screwed and extremely desperate at this point.

Because Annie wanted to go home after Marcel died, and Bertholdt was just so distressed at that point he couldn't really stopped Annie and Reiner's arguing. He went along with the flow because Reiner essentially forced their now.

And a mere hours later, Bertholdt sees Reiner gunned down by this new metal titan. The two remaining titan shifters somehow manage to escape to Wall Rose, but they are desperate at this point. They know now, for a fact, they cannot go back. The loss of two warriors in a matter of days. They are going to get their powers revoked. But they don't really know what to do. They don't have anyone to guide them, and adapting to the walls is hard. Oddly enough, because of Optimus' interference, Bertholdt and Annie don't have to suffer through a famine and a winter storm. But they do manage to figure out that in order to get to the Founding Titan, they need to get into the Military Police. They're able to figure that part out.

But it's too late. They see the papers. The royal family's been overthrown and the monarchy is now run by the military, and Paradis knows that humanity is not extinct. They now know about the power of the titans. They don't have the element of surprise anymore. And to further complicate things, they found out that Eren is a titan shifter. So now they need to go after him.

Only problem: they don't know which power he has. The Jaws? The Founder? The Attack? They have no clue. Eren only showed the ability of regeneration. He didn't transform into a full blown titan. And then the Survey Corps come to pick Eren, Mikasa, and Armin up, so now Eren is in custody of the Survey Corps! Like fuck all of this! So Annie and Bertholdt are thinking about dividing their resources further because they need to confirm if the Founder is hiding out somewhere. They don't know whether or not the holder went into hiding. They have no clue. Annie could probably go to the MPs while Bertholdt goes to the Survey Corps. If Bertholdt times his attack right in the event he gets caught, he could wipe out the island's best branch of defense against a pure titan attack.

But there's some luck. When Annie went to spy on the prisoners and the military mean torturing the prisoners. She heard chatter about an illegitimate heir that Rod Reiss tried to go after but was thwarted his own government. Annie knows that Rod Reiss was the true royal family, and that there is still someone of royal blood out there, and they were forced into the military. Annie doesn't know the name, but she does an investigation on Rod's identity. She does manage to find a drawing of him, and is stunned to find that he looks exactly like this blonde, petite girl in the 104th. That had to be her. Krista Lenz.

Annie and Bertholdt discuss this. Maybe they can't get to Eren right now. But maybe, they could somehow get Krista to Marley. They'd have a good use for her because she's of royal blood and it would save their necks from dying. Bertholdt is adamant about this. She hasn't even done anything wrong. And based on what they heard, she was forced to join the military. She's like them. Annie retorts and reminds Bertholdt of what would happen if they returned right now to Marley, and what would happen to their families. It's either Krista or them.

Bertholdt reluctantly agrees. And Annie does her best to make friends with Krista. One problem though, Annie is certain that someone is onto her, specifically the tall, freckled, face girl that hangs out with Krista. Annie believes that she knows something. But Ymir is not stupid. She only got a few glimpses of Marcel's memories, but she wasn't going to put herself in danger and out herself by exposing them. Besides, she needed to find a way to keep Krista safe. Maybe...maybe the Survey Corps would be the better option that the MPs, since they have the Metal Titan on their side. However, Annie's persistence does pay off, and Krista and Annie begin to talk more. Much to Ymir's displeasure, but there wasn't much she could do right now. Unless she wanted to risk herself...did she want to risk herself? She knows that she doesn't want to see Krista hurt, but to sacrifice her freedom for her was hypocritical. But...

Ymir's heart skipped a beat when Krista was laughing at a joke Sasha made...Shit.

#asks #send me asks #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus #optimus prime #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #bertholdt hoover #annie leonheart #krista lenz #maccadam #macadam #jaws ymir #ymir #eren jaeger #attack on prime #ao3 #fanfic #what if optimus appeared in the first episode of aot instead of episode 5 #rod reiss #survey corps

[freebooter4ever]

As epic as the hockey was last night - and it WAS lol especially the last period, jeff and i were on the edge of our seats. The best part though was a realization i had about this world im trying to break into.

See, my friend "paul" told me something before he left the city (and then got a new job in Japan a month later and im so jealous, he left me here all alone and sad and now he's off having even cooler adventures) - he said that the only way he got his promotion at his old company was by befriending his boss and going out for drinks after work. Which floored me.

And then thinking about the sculptor at l*ght box who blatantly and without shame announced in his presentation that every job he got, he got through friends that he would go out with to build relationships.

And then listening to the Legend talk about back in the day how the more experienced animators used to take him out to lunch when he was still 18, 19 and get him drunk as kind of a hazing ritual. And while the Legend's stories about being so tipsy he had to crawl back to his desk and then try to sit up and draw were absolutely hilarious, the stories made me despair because in an environment like that im not going to cut it.

My closest friends dont care that i dont drink - they've seen me dance, they know that i can act plenty dumb without a drop of alcohol. But people who don't know me well tend to project their own insecurities about alcohol onto me - if they feel guilt over maybe drinking too much they are going to hate me for my seeming judgement of them. (meanwhile im like man, i had to learn to deal with my drunken mother at the age of 14 who honestly was better when she was drunk because it was when she was sober that she was mean. Dealing with drunken friends who giggle a lot, throw up a little, come find me for help because theyre so high theyve lost their shoes and walked two blocks barefoot, and friends who sometimes need to be coaxed into a shopping cart to wheel them back to the car is easy by comparison, i am having fun, this is endlessly entertaining, im saving up fun story fodder for decades to come, no judgement, trust me)

Anyway, i have spent the past two months utterly despairing over the fact that i will never be the type of person who can 'network' properly, and i will never be able to form those 'genuine' bonds that make people want to find you a job.

BUT but. As i was sitting there during intermissions chatting with jeff (who is essentially my boss if it wasnt a 'volunteer' gig lol) and finding out about when he used to coach college soccer and even won a national title, and chatting about the museum and the next couple of months agenda, and chatting about upcoming events we've both been invited to. And i was like holy shit. This is it. Im networking properly \o/ and not a drop of alcohol required, AND its genuinely just two friends hanging out.

anyway, tldr, people who have already found success are gonna try to tell you that there's only one way to do things, and that if you aren't doing it right you need to change what you are doing and maybe your entire personality and do it correctly. Listen to them with a smile, agree with them, and then go do it your own way anyway. Even if its a little slower and less glamerous

#Journal shit

[buffintruder]

man I feel like we don't consume the same media as much anymore tbh so. that character ask game you reblogged + the first character that comes to mind from Kamen rider + #1, 11, 12, 13, 27?

Thank you for sending an ask! You can definitely always send things about stuff we used to be in but are not as much anymore. I'm definitely not going to back down from an excuse to talk about Kamen Rider though haha

I'm going to do Hajime from Kamen Rider Blade just because I was working on a fic about him earlier, and I love him

My first impression of them

This is a bit weird because I did see the last episode of the show before anything else, and he's a lot more emotionally connected to people (specifically Kenzaki), and mostly I remember him looking like he's about to cry when asking Kenzaki not to leave. From watching the show in order though, he's just a gruff guy who loves two (2) people in the world (the single mom and daughter that he lives with and are basically his family now)

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

I think I mostly just feel kind of sad? To this day I think my first thought is the really sad and desperate expression he makes in the last episode. Honestly I think my entire thought process is "Hajime!!! Hajime :((" when I think about him. His whole existence is a bit tragic (guy created to destroy the world but unfortunately happens to really like some of the people and things in it)

12. Sexuality hc!

Uhhh aroace-spec gay. He doesn't use those labels, but that roughly corresponds to what he is. I think he's in love with Kenzaki and that's about it (is there a sexual attraction element? idk, up to you). He doesn't know what he is doing or what is going on regarding his feelings for the most part. Maybe he could be attracted to other people, but honestly I don't think he cares enough about other people for it to go anywhere even if he was (yes he will fight monsters to save their lives, no he does not have any interest in talking to them). Plus I think there's an element of like, after everything Kenzaki did for him, is it even worth being into someone if they didn't swear to fight fate for him and then give up their life for him? (Honestly, I don't understand how romance or sexuality works, and I project this onto every single nonhuman character I encounter)

13. Your favorite friendship they have

I feel like the obvious choice here is Hajime and Amane. He may have killed her dad? Now he lives with this 9-10 year old and she draws pictures of them that he hangs up on his wall, and he would die for her and she would tear the world apart to find him if he left. He's not quite a father figure to her, but he's also not not one. She helped inspire a love of humanity and of being alive in him. But shout out to Haruka (widower who let this random guy live with her, and he clearly has Something up with him, but she won't press him about it. Absolutely 0 romantic tension between them despite him sort of parenting her daughter, what a dynamic) because I think there's a lot of potential there that people don't tap into much.

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

I decided to challenge myself by not picking another Kamen Rider character. I honestly think maybe the Doctor from Doctor Who? It's been a while since I've seen that show, but they both have kind of a vibe of "immortal lonely men, the last of their kind but invested in humanity." They'd probably have a somewhat philosophical conversation and the Doctor might give him a bit of hope and encouragement, but they'd both be able to commiserate