#if it stays below 100 I think I’m fine

[thymeofarrival]

Here’s hoping my very low fever is just from the new meds or something and I’m not sick. Considering I sometimes get the same degree of fever from chewing gum I’m inclined to think it’s nothing to worry about, but still.

#if it stays below 100 I think I’m fine #I have no idea what it is about the gum either and I think it only happens with certain brands but also I haven’t chewed any today #thymewilltell #istg if I get chills tonight… #the only time in my life I’ve had chills was when I got the covid vaccine and I couldn’t fall asleep because I was shivering so much #that time I had a fever of 101 point something which is probably why I felt cold? #but I better not have Covid I haven’t gotten it yet and I don’t plan on getting it now #I also better not have whatever has been going around here and making people lose their voices #I don’t feel sick really my face and lips just feel hot/buzzy like they always do when my temperature is high #and I have a slight headache but when do I not #that’s almost certainly from looking at screens too much and the general inability of my eyes to work together #I have things to catch up on and again I wasted most of the day today #I might delete this or move it later idk #slightly concerned bc if this was just a slightly high temp how it usually is I probably wouldn’t be going to bed before 10 #and my head probably wouldn’t feel heavy #there’s actually fun things I want to go to this week in addition to my work I can’t get sick dammit

[recklesssturniolo]

can you do a chris x reader where its like enemies to lovers, but they fuck at a party??🤭 & also i know i told you this alr, but i love you & your writing smmm <3

Party Girl - C.S

Enemies x lover w Chris, dom!Chris

Ps. @hearttshapedkisses Ilysm

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Any invite I got to a party was accepted immediately. I loved them, the atmosphere, the dancing, everything. With the triplets, Nick was decently easy to convince to come, Matt was near impossible but I did succeed at time, and Chris I never even bothered to ask. Him being there or not didn’t matter to me. It was safe to say we didn’t get along. Constant bickering, insults being thrown, etc. Was he hot? Absolutely. Had his ego went straight to his head? No doubt.

“Okay so Nick, you’re coming. Matt?” I smiled at him.

“I’d rather run myself over with the van” He replied.

“You’re so dramatic, just come for a little” I begged.

“Fine” He sighed.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’ll be there too” Chris says walking into the living room.

“Damn nights already ruined” I replied.

“Yeah? Stay here then” He smiled.

Rolling my eyes I get up, grabbing Nick’s hand and bringing to his room so we could get ready.

“Okay what about this dress?” I say turning around to face Nick.

“That’s definitely the one! You look so hot” He grins.

“Okay okay thank you, are you wearing that? It looks so good” I smile back.

“Yes ma’am, ready to go when you are. Or I guess when Matt is” He laughs.

After a bit of nagging Matt to get going, all of us walk to the van. I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me, turning around I notice it’s Chris, literally looking me up and down with clearly no shame as he smirked up at me.

Getting to the party, Chris and I bolt to the drinks. Nick and Matt rolling their eyes behind us. After a while I find my way back to the three brothers, decently drunk now.

“Hello my cuties, Nick come dance” I smile.

“Not a chance Y/N” He sighed.

“You’re all no fun, I’ll find someone else then” I roll my eyes walking away. Once again feeing eyes on me. Looking around I find an attractive guy on his own, I walk up to him asking him to dance and he says yes.

On the dance floor his hands are on my hips as I grind on him, as he continuously tells me how hot I am. Feeling a sudden loss of his touch, I turn around.

“Chris what the fuck? We were dancing” I yell over the music.

He ignores me before speaking directly to the guy, “Get the fuck away from her, got it?” The guy nodding and walking away.

“The fuck is your issue? Acting like my father. I can dance with who I want” I tell Chris.

“Not in that dress you can’t” He replies.

“Sorry? You pulled him away from me because of my dress?” I question, confused at why he even cared.

“No, I pulled him away because he was 100% planning to fuck you” He says.

“Okay? I can fuck who I want” I reply, my arms now crossed.

“Yeah? You think so? Was your plan to act like a slut tonight from the get go?” He says, stepping closer to me.

“Yeah Chris I can fuck who I want, I can also act like a slut if I want too” I reply.

I wasn’t one for one night stands, but regardless I wasn’t gonna stand there and be told by a guy I don’t even like what I can or can’t do.

“Alright show me how much of a slut you are then” He smirks. Turning me around so my back was now against his. I had no idea why he was acting like this, but gave in and began dancing on him.

Leaning my head back, Chris kisses my neck then whispers in my ear, “You know I’ve been wanting you all night? Been thinking of how good you’d look on your knees for me”

There was no denying that him saying that was hot, even despite never expecting him to say anything of that sort to me.

“Chris” I practically moan out as he sucks on my sweet spot.

“Look at that, I already have you moaning for me” He responds.

“Order an Uber” I mumble.

“Not a chance, I’m not waiting that long. Washroom, now” He demands.

I do as he says and manage to find my way to the bathroom, my back instantly being pinned to the door and Chris’ lips attacking mine. I didn’t even bother fighting for dominance, I knew he’d win anyways. I feel his hand slip up my dress and up my thigh, him flattening it against my pussy.

“Hate me so much but you’re this wet for me huh?” He smirks.

“I can hate you and still -“ I begin but get a loss of words as without warning he pushing two fingers into me.

“Jesus fuck Chris” I moan as he pumps his fingers out of me, his pace fast from the get go.

“Yeah? You like that you slut? My fingers deep inside of you?” He asks.

“Yes fuck” I whimper.

A whine leaves my mouth as he pulls his fingers out of me, missing the sensation immediately. I watch as he places his two fingers into his mouth and sucks my juices off of them.

“Always knew you’d taste good. Bend over the counter” He instructs.

Once again I do as he says, pulling up my dress to give him access, him pulling down my panties before undoing his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down. I feel him slide his dick between my folds before lining himself up with my entrance.

“Chris” I whimper, my pussy throbbing for him.

“Tell me what you want” He says.

“Fuck me, please I need you so badly” I reply.

“So needy for me pretty girl” He responds before beginning to push himself inside of me.

“You’re - fuck too big Chris” I groan out, fully sure there was no way all of him could fit inside of me.

“Shut up and take it” He groans continuing to enter me, my pleasure only increasing as he did so, “Told you that you could take it fucking whore”

I let out a string of moans in responds as he thrusts himself into me, his grip on my waist gradually getting tighter as he goes faster.

“Can you hear how wet you are for me? The sounds your pussy is making, who’s got you so wet?” He smirks.

“You got me this wet Chris, fuck go harder please” I whine, my voice straining.

“Knew you were a slut but god I never thought you were this slutty” He responds.

Beginning to slam into me, I feel my high creeping up faster and faster, my legs starting to go weak from how perfectly he was hitting my g-spot.

“I’m gonna come Jesus Christ please don’t stop please” I moan, my eyes clenching shut.

“Such a little whore, come on, come all over my dick” He responds, his voice becoming raspy and his hands moving to help hold up my body.

That was all I needed to be sent over the edge, his name repeatedly leaving my mouth tangled with curse words as pleasure flooded through my body.

“We’re not done yet, get on your knees. I’m coming in your mouth” He demands.

“Shit okay” I mumble, getting down on my knees and slowly starting to take him into my mouth, my hand stroking what couldn’t fit in my mouth.

I feel his hand on the back on my head, slightly pushing it, “Fucking slut, all of it in your mouth, don’t pretend you can’t handle it”

I nod before taking all of his dick into my mouth. Instantly feeling it hit the back of my throat. As I bob his dick in and out of my mouth, tears begin streaming down my face from the amount of gagging.

I notice his grip on my hair become tighter, now pulling it and his dick begin to twitch in my mouth.

“Just like that, fuck fuck I’m coming” He groans, him now thrusting his hips and therefore his dick into my mouth.

As he finishes, I pull away and wipe the corners of my mouth while looking up at him. Noticing the sweat on his forehead and the slight trembling of his legs.

“Look pretty on your knees for me. Just as I imagined you would” He smirks, offering his hand to help me up. I take a few seconds to actually stand and stay balanced, my legs still not completely stable.

“Tell a soul about this Chris and I swear I’ll kill you” I tell him, wiping the smudge mascara from under my eyes.

“What you’re saying I can’t tell anyone I just gave you the best orgasm of your life?” He replies.

“I won’t deny that it was the best one I’ve had, however, yes keep your mouth shut” I smile back.

He kisses my cheek before speaking, “You’re mine now, dont think any different” before walking out and leaving me to my own thoughts. What the fuck did that mean?

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[princessb4mbi]

╰─▸ ❝ MY WAY OF SAYING "THANKS"

𖦹 tags black!femreader, dilf!jotaro, age gap (reader is in 20s, jotaro being in his 40s), reader is in college. oral sex (fem reciving), meandom!jotaro, teasing, cursing and squirting?... there’s also an imbalance of power. extremely ooc jotaro & jolyne. dead dove do not eat

𖦹 synopsis You’ve been Jolyne’s close friend for years, but never paid attention to her family. Who would’ve thought that she had a banging hot father? 

𖦹 word count 3.5k [about 13 mins]

𖦹 a/n hello! If this blows up, no spoilers about jjba.. i have not watched past part 4 as this is being made, so i am not 100% of how part 5 or 6 has gone on. THANKS!! (also jotaro is in his part 4 outfit. thxx) [story below the cut]

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“So, y/n, are ya comin’ to my apartment later today?” Jolyne asks she puts her stuff in her car. “Maybe... I have to study for my chem final so I don’t know if I can stay for long,” you respond gripping the strap of your bookbag. She gives you are sarcastic frown, whining in response. She puts a hand on your arms, rubbing it up and down gently. “C’monnn… you know.. my dad will be in town for this week.” You furrow your eyebrows. Obviously, you knew about Jolyne’s family, and even been to her house many times, but her father has never been at home. You can’t even recall if you caught a glimpse of her father. You don’t even know his name. You only know her father by ‘Mr. Kujo’. 

“I’m shocked, since when did you care about your dad being in town?” You question the bright green-haired girl. Jolyne leans back on her car, making her a bit shorter. “Look, I know I don’t talk about him a lot, but this is the first time that my dad has actually made an interest in seeing me,” She said sternly. “If you don’t want to come that’s fine, but for some reason, I don’t want to be alone with him. As weird as that is..” She continues on. 

You close your eyes and think. It’s one thing to meet Jolyne’s dad because it happens, but it’s another thing to meet Jolyne’s dad because you’re meant to clear the air. However, it’s Jolyne. You’d do anything for her. “Ok.. but if I go to your apartment, I have to sleep over, ok?” Jolyne squeals in excitement. “Like I’d say no to that?” She gives you a warm hug and then opens her car door to get inside. She turns on her car and then rolls down the windows. 

“I love ya so much! I’d passionately make out with you if I didn’t have an errand to run.. see ya!” She winks at you then rolls her car window back up. She pulls out of the parking lot, leaving you alone. You sigh. This better be worth it. 

—

You walk up to the front of Jolyne’s apartment door, smiling to yourself at the cute decor she’s put on the door. You ring the doorbell, with the door opening a near second later. Jolyne, wearing an oversized graphic tee with long pajama pants, lounges at you. “I’m so grateful you came! I’m not gonna’ lie to you, but I was tracking down your location as well..” 

“What?” You say in confusion. “It’s that serious?” 

“Well.. no. But, ya’know!” She says lifting her eyebrows up as if she’s indicting something you can’t grasp. 

“Since when did you have my loca-” You’re cut off by Jolyne dragging you inside by your arm, and closing the door soon after. You take off your jacket, revealing your tight-fitting shirt. Jolyne turns around to face you a small smirk creeps up her face. “Free the nipples huh?” She says puzzlingly. You shake your head no. “Ah. So you just have no bra on. Well, not like I have a dress code here anyways.” She walks to her kitchen, picking up something from her microwave. You set your bag aside and plop down on her soft velvet couch. 

“Want sum’ pizza rolls? It’s homemade..” Jolyne says blowing on one. 

“Nah, I already ate the bookstore.” Jolyne shrugs and sets her plate down on the coffee table. You sit back up and open your bag, pulling out your laptop and your iPad. “You mind if I watch some TV?” You nod no as you go back to your screen, memorizing and writing as much material as you can. 

The two of you continue to be in your own worlds until you are interrupted by the ring of Jolyne’’s doorbell. “That’s him. I’ll get it.” Jolyne says nervously as she rubs her hands together walking up to the door. You hear a faint exchange of ‘hellos’ from the door, but it’s nothing crazy to take you out of your work. You hear the door close and then the shuffle of footsteps. “Not too bad,” You hear a deep, raspy voice say. 

“I didn’t know you had someone over, Jolyne.” 

You look over to see Jolyne’s dad and meet eyes with possibly the most handsome man you’ve seen. He is tall, really tall. With a very defined jawline, and dark eyebrows. Not to mention, his eyes. His gorgeous green eyes. You swear you can stare into them for hours. You were too busy just admiring his looks and didn’t notice a small smile creeping up his face. “I would assume you greet people by just staring?” 

You close your laptop right away then get up and pat yourself of dust that was never there to begin with. “I-I’m sorry... Mr. Kujo,” You manage. He extends his hand towards you, seemingly expecting a handshake from you. “Oh... It’s y/n.., sorry.” You stutter. 

“It’s ok.” He says sternly. 

“Well then.. uhm... Dad,” Jolyne speaks up. She gestures for him to sit on the couch, in an attempt to make him comfortable. You start to pack up stuff, feeling too awkward and too embarrassed to stay for another minute. The silence was also terrible, so that was another sign for you to move somewhere else.

“You don’t have to leave.” He says abruptly. His voice was just so… demanding yet calm? You couldn’t explain it, but everything about him was just you obey what he says or face punishment. Honestly, he made you nervous. Extremely nervous. And he noticed that. 

“Yeah y/n… you don’t have to leave at all,” Jolyne says, making a “stay right fucking here” face that only you can see. You place your stuff back down on the table. Since there was really nowhere else to sit and you didn’t want to sit on Jolyne’s cold ass floors, you were forced to sit next to Mr. Kujo. But you left a great amount of space between you two. Jolyne’s eyes brightened. She had an idea. It probably isn’t a good one too. It’s an idea she does a lot, that annoys you to your core. 

“I actually made you some food for you, but I placed it in the fridge since I didn’t want to leave it out for long so…” Oh my god. No way she was bailing on you. With her dad of all people. Jolyne starts to back up away from you and her dad, inching closer to the kitchen. “I will heat that up, so just… converse with y/n! She’s a fun girl if you get to know her well.” And with that, Jolyne is fully in the kitchen, successfully avoiding a situation by making you her bait. 

There are about two moments of silence before Mr. Kujo takes the remote to turn on the TV and play something random. I guess that's his own way of killing the silence huh? “What do you study?” He speaks suddenly again. 

“Huh?” 

“Yare Yare Daze..” 

You have no idea what he just said, but with the way he said it, you can tell it wasn’t a good thing. He leans back on the couch a little more, but his sitting stance is still proper. You don’t know why you blank out in moments like these, because now you look like an idiot to Jolyne’s dad. A man you’ve just met. 

More moments of silence continue, as the television show adds background noise. “Biology. I plan to be a vet after graduate school,” Mr. Kujo turns his head at you, giving you his full attention. He lifts an eyebrow in amusement. “Say, I actually majored in Biology myself,” You chuckle, shocked at the fact that someone like him would actually go into a major like that. 

“If you ever need help with anything, you can call me.” 

What? Call him? Mr. Kujo clears his throat. “I mean… it’s a hard subject. You’re better off getting help for free rather than paying for a tutor.” You nod your head in agreement. “Thank you… do you want me to give you my number or?...” You ask, hoping he gives you his number instead for some strange reason. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my digits in there.” You comply, handing him your phone. You scoot closer to him to make sure nothing pops up on your phone, like when you are showing something to your parent on your phone. You look at him putting in his number, then look at his face. God, he is so handsome. It might be wrong to think this, but when you see someone attractive, you see someone attractive. That’s just natural. 

“Here, I put my number in there.” Mr. Kujo hands you back your phone. You look at it and see a new contact card. “Jotaro?” 

“Yes, that is my first name.” He says blankly. “You don’t have to call me ‘Mr. Kujo’... no one close to me does.” 

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “Sorry…” 

“Sorry, what?” 

Your eyebrows twitch in confusion. Sorry what? What do I say? You and Mr. Kujo look each other in the face. With Mr. Kujo looking like he wants you to do something for him. 

“Oh. Sorry, Jotaro.” He looks away, seemingly satisfied with you calling him Jotaro. Maybe calling him ‘Mr. Kujo’ made him uncomfortable, considering how no one else does, and it’s probably too formal in general. But wait a minute. What could he have meant by nobody close to him calling him that? Are you two suddenly friends even though there was an awkward exchange between you two? 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the smell of lasagna, specifically Jolyne bringing it out onto his diner table. “I know it may be a little late to eat this, but it won’t kill us to be like Garfield for a day.” She takes out three plates, presumably for us to eat. “It’s okay. I already ate myself Jolyne.” Jotaro says bluntly. 

Jolyne looks at Jotaro, undoubtedly upset by her father’s sentence. She looks down at the food, then looks back at you. “Oh. Well, y/n, do you want some?” Knowing you can’t leave her in the dark like this, you nod your head yes in an attempt to lift Jolyne’s spirits. It seemed to work because she poured herself a plate as well. Jolyne places you and her plates of food on the coffee table, then sit on the floor. You can’t see Jotaro’s face anymore, but you can’t help but feel like he is burning a hole through your shirt. Your phone buzzes and you flip it over to see the notification. It was a text message from Jotaro. 

Thank you. 

—

Jolyne sleeps soundly as you sit at her desk, finishing up your studying. You check the time, 11:45 pm. It was late. You wondered if Jotaro had left already, considering how the both of you went to Jolyne’s room around 10 pm. But you didn’t hear the door open or close. Deciding to answer your curiosity, you walk out of her room, looming down her dark hallway. There you see Jotaro, still awake, with his focus on the TV. His posture is a lot more lax than before, his legs spread and he even has his hat off. He turns over to you. “I didn’t know you were still awake.” He pats the couch, signaling for you to go sit next to him. You obey, sitting down next to him without a word. 

Once again, silence ensues. It’s not like you’re bad at starting conversations, you’re just bad at starting conversations with him. “Look, I just want to say thank you,” Jotaro bursts out. You look at him, seeing him already looking at you. “For what? I-I didn’t do much other than make things awkward.” You say nervously. This was weird. You were appreciative of the fact that Jotaro is thanking you, but it was weird because you have no idea what he was thanking you for. 

“I’m not thanking you because of today, I’m thanking you for the years you stuck by Jolyne,” He says warmly. “I wasn’t around much in her life, and I’ve missed important moments for her, but even then, she wasn’t alone. She had you.” 

You stare down at your thighs, unable to think of what to say. You didn’t know what to think, he just admitted to being an absent father and is thanking a mere 22-year-old for being around his daughter for over a decade. You want to pity him, considering how Jolyne excused his actions by saying that it was for the benefit of her and her mom, but Jolyne really needed him at times. “You may not have the greatest thoughts of me but, I still want you to know that I am indebted to you, y/n.” 

“It’s nothing, but you’re here now. Stay. For Jolyne’s sake.” Jotaro nods his head and then turns his attention back to the TV. 30 minutes of pure silence and the show that Jotaro was watching occurs. Making yet another awkward moment between you two. You look at the clock on the wall. 12:15 am. “Well… it’s getting late so, maybe I should hit the hay?” You say to break the silence. You stand up from the couch until you feel a large, warm hand grab your wrist. “Wait,” Jotaro says. His voice just went an octave lower than it is, and you swear you went weak from that. He stands up from the couch, making you realize just how tall he is. (a/n - my 6’5 daddy ahhhh 🤪😝) He removes his grip from your wrist, but stands in front of you, blocking any way of you walking away from him. His body is no more than 4 inches away from yours, and the smell of his rather earthy cologne fills your nose. 

“I didn’t explain my appreciativeness properly earlier…” He says, leaning his face about 2 inches from yours. Your brain wasn’t comprehending what was going on, but you know that you want whatever will happen in the next 10 seconds. “Let me thank you properly.” 

Jotaro places his hands over your face and passionately kisses you. As if by instinct, you kiss him back, leaving your mouth agape so that his tongue can explore your mouth better. You slowly droop down onto the couch, with Jotaro not breaking the kiss between you two. You both sit on the couch, Jotaro is hunched over you, letting the once-passionate kiss become rough. He then backs away leaving a string of saliva between the two of you. He places his big hands over your top, slipping it off. Since you weren’t wearing a bra, your breasts were already in view for him. He gets close and sucks on them, circling and nibbling at your nipple. “So fucking perfect…” He mumbles. He backs away from your breasts, then scoots farther down the chair. 

“This may be sudden, but would you let me eat your pussy?” He asks sternly. 

You were quick to comply, fixing your body flat, with your crotch facing Jotaro. Jotaro removes your pants, revealing your bright pink panties. He rubs your clothed clit with his thick thumb, you slightly arching your back to the feeling. You bite your bottom lip to contain your moans, but you can’t help a couple of whimpers come out. Jotaro then takes off your panties, leaving you completely naked for him. He stares at your naked body and smiles. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? You practically gave me a boner when you saw me enter.” He goes up to kiss your neck and leaves a few hickeys, making his way down your body. “Those pretty eyes of yours, I want to ruin that look so bad…” 

Jotaro is now face-to-face with your pussy, leaving his mouth slightly agape making you feel hot air on your sensitive clit. The feeling of the air on your nub makes your body tingle, with you shifting your legs around. Jotaro places a firm grip on your thighs, keeping the lower portion of your body in place. “Please… Jotaro..” You whine, desperately wanting him to eat you out. “Patience baby, you’re just not wet enough for me…” He responds. 

Are you serious? You are about ten seconds away from pushing Jotaro’s head into your pussy and clamping your thighs shut, but if he wasn’t as scary as he was then you seriously would’ve done it. “Please... Jotaro,” At this point, you’re a crying, whimpering mess. As bad as it is, you didn’t even care if Jolyne heard either. All you wanted right now, was for Jotaro to devour you like you’re his last meal on Earth. Jotaro chuckles mischievously. 

He licks a long stride down your pussy. A sinful moan comes out from your mouth. Jotaro tightens his grip, “Shut up… you don’t want to wake Jolyne up, do you?” He brings your thighs closer to his face, sensing the prickly feeling of his stubble on your soft thighs. Jotaro slowly licks circles around your clit, torturing you with the pace he’s going at. You engulf your hands in his dark curly locks and slowly grind yourself on his tongue.  “So fucking impatient.” He mumbles, deciding to pick up his pace and send his tongue up and down your pussy. 

You bite down on a pillow to contain your moans, because at this point your lips hurt too much from attempting to keep your moans. Jotaro is swirling his tongue around every crevice of your pussy as he can, even sticking it into your wet hole. Although it can’t go far, his nose is so close to your clit that you can feel him breathing on it ONTOP of him putting his tongue inside your hole. The sound is ungodly, the noise from the TV being replaced by the sound of slushing and Jotaro’s low but audible growls. 

“Fuck you taste so good…need you to cum on my tongue. Now,” He grunts, fucking his tongue against your throbbing numb clit. You had planned to hold your climax just a little bit for how he teased you earlier, but the tone of his voice implied that he was serious, and he was going to make you cum on his command. Whether you want to or not.

“Don’t get any smart ideas, I’ll use my fingers if I have to,” He says moving one of his hands closer to your crotch. You weren’t going to disobey, seeing how you aren’t in the position to decline, and he was making you feel insanely good. At this point, you’re gripping onto Jotaro’s hair, and shoving his face into your cunt, as if he’s your vibrator. He’s not complaining either, hearing how there are feral moans coming out from him too. “You like this? You like how I’m devouring your wet little pussy hm?” He muffles, sending you over the edge. Your clit begins to jitter, signaling that you are close to climaxing. 

“Mmm.. m’ so close, Taro..” you whine, begging him to slow down his pace. Jotaro isn’t budging, however. You were feeling so many mixed emotions at this point, letting go of the pillow and moaning freely. How would Jolyne respond if she saw her dad's face deep into her best friend’s pussy? Was a thought that swelled in your head, but… it turned you on. “I’m gonna..cum Taro p-please..” You whimper. You relax your head back as you reach your climax, clamping Jotaro’s head with your thighs and your feet shaking in response. Fuck. Not only did Jolyne’s dad just give you head, but it was a leg-shaking one at that. 

Jotaro releases his grip and begins to sit up straight. As you sit up straight, you notice what appears to be a droplet of liquid on his chin. “I didn’t know you were like that, but I’m not bothered by it..” He says as he wipes his chin with his hand. You look down to see an obvious boner in his pants. You slide your hand across his thigh but he stops you with his hand. You look up at him to see his face. “It’s quite obvious that I don’t have sexual… tendencies… with the friends of my daughter but, you’re a different case. Jolyne has talked about you a lot, and in all honestly, I’ve been waiting to meet you.” He says with a visibly frustrated face.

“As much as I’d desire to take things further, I know once I start, I won’t stop. Regardless if someone sees… you get my gist?” You nod your head in agreement. “Great. So can you put on your clothes and go to sleep with Jolyne as if I wasn’t eating you out about 2 minutes ago? I’m sure you can handle that for me, baby.” 

You pick up your clothes and put them on, fixing yourself to normal. You give Jotaro one final look then you start to walk back into Jolyne’s room. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing as Jolyne is still sound asleep. You crawl into her bed and cuddle her. In the end, you felt wrong but not at the same time. Jotaro didn’t only make you orgasm, but squirt as well? Not even a regular hookup you had with a frat boy could make that possible for you. 

I guess Jolyne was right in a sense when she said older men do it best. 

#anime smut #jjba smut #jjba fanfic #jotaro x reader #jotaro smut #jotaro x reader smut #jotaro kujo

[bonesbuckleup]

Hi, random q. I saw in your tags that you swear by Scrivener for original fic. I’m still plugging away in ye olde Word and now I’m intrigued to know what about Scrivener you like so much. I’ve def heard about it but never used it, so I’m curious :)

YES I would love to tell you about my lord and savior software Scrivener. I hope you don't mind I published this long, long answer publicly.

So. The main issue I have with Word and Google Docs is that you hit a certain length/word count, and it starts to lag and load kind of jerkily. You know? Also, navigating chapter to chapter or scene to scene is awkward for me--you either have to have a whole bunch of individual documents and multiple windows open, or you have to use headers and the table of contents...which is fine for quickly finding chapters but less so for scenes within those chapters.

Messy, basically. Does not spark joy for me.

Enter Scrivener.

Now, before I evangelize a bit, I will say that Windows Scrivener and Mac Scrivener are not 100% created equal. They are both better, I think, than Word or Google docs, but the Mac version is a bit slicker and a little nicer to look at. I only say that for if you're using Windows, because if so my screencaps below won't exactly match what you see if/when you download the program.

ONWARD.

So, the #1 thing that Scrivener has over Word is that it's a one time fee, not a subscription. So while it is a little pricey (Just went and looked, $59.99 USD), it's only the one payment. All updates and such are covered and available as free downloads. I will also say that Scrivener gives you a 30 day free trial. That's not 30 consecutive days, but 30 days of use--if you only use it every other day, you'll have the trial for 60 days. They make it really easy to figure out if it's for you or not.

This is also going to feel like a lot, but there are built in tutorials and it's actually pretty intuitive, depending on how your brain works. Anyway! The basic gist of Scrivener is that it's a digital binder. You can keep all your book stuff in one place:

As you can see, there's the manuscript (aka my book), notes, research, more. Tbh, I mostly just use notes and Manuscript, but if it floats your boat, you can store maps, place names, worldbuilding, playlist links, moodboards, a whole ton of stuff, all in one menu that's easy to access and in a single window. You can organize it however itches your brain the best way.

But like I said, for me, the best is that Manuscript part, which I'm going to go into now. I use a three act structure for books (but break the big ol' middle act into two pieces because it makes my brain happy), so each act gets a folder.

When I click and expand that act, each chapter has it's own folder. However, it also shows quick-reference index cards, so I can have an at-a-glance at what's going down in each chapter. (I'm using a outline system called Save the Cat for this book, which is why all my chapters have titles like 'Catalyst', feel free to ignore those...I also have a very compact timeline, so to help me stay organized, I labeled each chapter with when it happens.)

You can do the same with each individual chapter and the scenes, where when you click on the chapter folder, each scene gets a card. If you don't type in a summary, it'll just auto-populate the start of whatever content you were writing. You can see this in the 'Copper's Candids NEW' card.

And, of course, it is writing software. When you click on the individual scene, it opens the blank document, and you can get cracking.

So. This system is nice for a few reasons. My favorite is that it makes navigating, reorganizing, and/or rewriting scenes extremely easy. It's just point and click, drag and drop. You can also open two docs in the same window at once, like this:

Which is a nice feature for several reasons--you can work on a new version of a scene with the old one pulled up next to it, or if there's something you wrote earlier or that comes later that's important to what you're working on now, you can have them both up for quick referencing.

Another slick thing is each doc has a notes section off to the right side of the screen--which is optional! I use it for future revision notes/descriptions of how I want the scene to go:

My other favorite part of Scrivener is that it makes it very easy to hoard your deleted scenes like a deranged dragon in case you want them later. My garbage looks like this:

There are SO MANY FILES hanging out in my trash, and you know what? I so rarely actually need them, but my god am I glad they're there on the rare occasion that I do. Word, again, can make it more difficult. I always had a massive 'cut' document that was longer than the actual project and again, awful to navigate. This just makes it easier.

Scrivener also makes it easy to compile the manuscript into other doc types--pdf, doc, docx, etc--for easy printing and sharing.

ANYWAY. I'm sure there are approximately 1 million other things I'm missing, but basically Scrivener takes all your book/long project bits, puts them in one centralized file, and makes it super easy to navigate. I've also found that outlining is easier, because I can just make the folders and scenes and drag them around while I noodle through the plot.

10/10, would recommend to any long-form writer. If you have any other questions, please let me know! If anyone has read this far and has a thing about Scrivener to add, please do! I love Scrivener, and a lot of my writing buddies love Scrivener, and it really kinda has revolutionized the way I write original fiction. I'm always happy to yell about how great it is.

#mail #story-monger #long post #Scrivener #free yourselves from the shackles of Word and Google Docs my long-form-writing friends #there is a Better Way #writing

[heavyhitterheaux]

Idk if you are still accepting concepts for First Lady verse but I have one. The triplets are in there teens like 17 and Axel bring a couple of friends over. His tell him that they have a crush on his mom and telling him how hot she is and how if they had the chance they would hit it ! Jack over hears it and steps in and tells them that’s not how they talk about girls let alone women and just gives them a sad talk about respecting women!

Thank you

“Ax, babe!” You said while walking into the living room where he and all of his friends were playing 2K on his xbox.

“Yes, mom?”

“Can you reach up on the top shelf and get me something from the cabinet in the kitchen? I don’t want to bother your dad because he’s busy.”

“Sure, I’m coming.” He said while pausing the game, but what you didn’t notice was that there were multiple sets of eyes on you from the minute you stepped into the room. 

“Heyyy, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Hi boys, are you staying for dinner?” You asked and they all eagerly nodded their heads yes.

“If you’re cooking then of course. I’m tired of eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at my dad’s. He can’t cook.” Anthony, who is Axel’s best friend, said in response.

“Hmm, sounds like my husband.” You muttered and Axel immediately stifled a laugh. 

Axel walked into the kitchen with you and you pointed to what you needed before he grabbed it with ease and simply put it on the counter behind you and proceeded to give you a light pat on your head and laughed and you immediately tried to swat his hand away.

“Dad wasn’t lying, you do walk around here like you’re 6’3, but barely 5 feet.”

“He said that?!”

“Oops.”

“That’s fine, I got something for him when he comes back upstairs from being in the studio.”

“Look, I’m innocent and it wasn’t me.”

“Oh no you don’t. You’re going down right along with him.” You said as you were looking in the cabinets below to figure out which pan you wanted to use that would be big enough for what you were making as Axel made his way back into the living room. 

“Yo Ax, I have the biggest crush on your mom, she’s gorgeous.”

“Me too and she’s definitely a MILF.”

“Let me get the opportunity just one time, I’m hitting that.”

“I see why your dad got her pregnant so many times.”

“Okay, chill. That’s my mom you’re talking about.” Axel responded while shaking his head in disbelief and getting defensive. One thing he didn’t play about was people disrespecting his mother, father, or any of his siblings. 

“We know and I thought that was already established.”

“Don’t do that because it’s not only disgusting but disrespectful towards her.”

“We’re just playing, Ax. No need to get upset.” Brandon said while holding his hands up in defense while they suddenly heard Jack’s voice.

“I know that I didn’t just hear what I think I heard.” He said while coming into the living room and it immediately got quiet.

“Uhh…”

“What we don’t do under my roof is disrespect women, especially my wife. I know all of your parents and I know for a fact that you were raised better than that.”

“Mr. Harlow…” Anthony started to say, but he immediately cut him off.

“Turn the game off now, because it’s clear that this needs to be addressed.”

Without hesitation, Anthony, who was the closest to the console, turned the game off and Jack simply sat down across from them.

“I admit that when I was your age that I was guilty of doing the same thing, however, I was already with Y/N so that’s not 100% accurate, but that is exactly how the people around me would talk about women. It is not only disgusting but disrespectful like Axel said and there is absolutely no reason for you to talk about the opposite sex like that. They’re human beings who also have feelings and they’re not just some object. Think about how you would feel if someone talked about your mothers the way you all are talking about Ax’s.”

“We were just joking.” Brandon said quietly, but Jack simply shook his head.

“But were you though? Because it didn’t sound like it and it’s nothing to joke about. Women deserve respect for everything they do and put out into this world whether you agree with it or not. Your mothers didn’t spend hours of being in labor with your big ass heads to have you come out into the world and act like this. Women literally make the world go round and we would cease to exist without them. How do any of you expect to get and keep a girlfriend or eventually get married if that’s what you want if you act like this?”

“Well, if we were to get married, it would stop.”

“It needs to stop now. Being young is not an excuse. We’ve been married for almost 28 years and it definitely wouldn’t have lasted this long if I was continuously disrespectful towards her. From this point forward all of you need to do better and apologize to her when she comes back in here.”

Just then you walked back into the living room to look for Jack since he wasn’t in the studio when you went down there to look for him.

“Hey smush, when did you come up here? Anyway, is PG coming over for dinner too? That means that I need to run to the store to get more ingredients. I told Jess to make three tres leches cakes and Blanca is making chocoflan. Do you think that’s enough?” You asked while leaning down to kiss the top of his curls.

“Been up here for a few minutes and I think they are. Tell Jess to make four because knowing Urban he wants to have one to himself and Blanca probably needs to make four too.”

“Okay, let me just make the list…”

“Mom, we can go to the store for you.” Axel said and you immediately eyed him.

“Are you sure? It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, we got it.”

“Okay, I’ll send you the list and make sure you take daddy’s credit card.”

“WHAT?!” Jack exclaimed and you immediately laughed as Axel held out his hand towards him.

All he did was sigh before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet.

“Remember happy wife, happy life, dad.”

“Mmm hmm. Stick to the list and get me another bottle of ranch” Jack said and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“Oh, and Mrs. Harlow we’re sorry.” Anthony said and you looked at him confused.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For being disrespectful towards you and talking about you like you’re an object. Mr. Harlow overheard us and set us straight.”

“Oh. Well you’re forgiven. Just remember all of you would literally crumble without us. Do better moving forward and realize everyone deserves respect.”

“We understand.”

Axel grabbed his keys and the rest of his friends followed him out the door when you simply looked over at Jack before he pulled you into his lap.

“Was it that bad?” You quietly asked and Jack simply nodded.

“Bad enough and I never want anyone talking about you like that and I overhear it. All of them looked like they were about to shit themselves when they saw me and found out I overheard what they were saying.”

“I’m so happy that Ax has such a good daddy to look up to.” You said while leaning down to kiss him.

“He was the one trying to get them to stop, too.”

“I figured. My baby doesn’t play about his mama.”

“And I don’t play about my wife. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. So much.” You said while leaning down to give him several pecks.

“We need to start planning what we want to do for our 30th wedding anniversary. Damn, you’ve been with me for that long?!”

“34 in total and yes. Wouldn’t have it any other way and we’re going for that many more.”

“Still remember when I first saw that pretty girl with braids in her hair across the street from me.”

“And it was the blue eyes and freckles for me.”

The two of you were sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you spoke up again.

“Baby, did you say that I walk around here like I’m 6’3 even though I’m barely five feet?”

“Who… who told you that?!”

“Your second born.”

“Imma kick his ass, he wasn’t supposed to say anything!”

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x black reader #first lady of pg concepts #first babies of pg

[cha-melodius]

Hi friend! Congrats again on 100 works! Thank you for offering to write more for us! ❤️I'd like to request 1. firstprince and 2. Kensington as an AU, but only because you dared us to! Alternatively, if someone already requested that and you don't want to duplicate, I'd be interested in a hockey AU set inside the rink! Thank you again, I am so excited to see what you come up with and to read more of your words!

(Thank you so much for taking my bait lol, I've wanted to write this canon-divergence AU where they hook up in Kensington during the damage control trip for a while now. I hope you enjoy!)

Falling Down the Stairs of Your Smile

(firstprince, 4.1k, M; read it below or on AO3) read all the fandom fest fics

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. They were supposed to finish up at the hospital, and then Henry would go back to whatever the fuck he does while Alex went to the airstrip. He’d fly back to DC, so that maybe he’d be able to get some schoolwork done before Monday, and try to forget that this ridiculous weekend ever happened—barring the fact that he and Henry were still obligated to keep up the fake friendship for a few more months, that is.

Instead, Cash comes up to him as they stand outside of Kensington with a slightly grim look on his face and says, “Change of plans.”

“Huh?”

“They discovered an issue with the plane during the flight prep. It needs some part that they’re not going to be able to get until tomorrow morning. We’ll leave then.”

“What do you mean, they can’t get it? Why not?” Alex demands. Surely in a country with fucking royalty, nothing is out of grasp for said royals and their guests.

Cash shrugs. “Didn’t ask. The palace confirmed you can stay another night.”

Alex groans probably a little too dramatically. “What about my classes?”

“I am, in fact, very aware of your class schedule,” Cash says dryly. “You’ll be back in time.”

“I don’t have another change of clothes.”

“Pretty sure Kensington has laundry.”

“I’m really not getting out of this, am I?”

“Nope.”

Alex sighs and looks over to where Henry is standing with Shaan by the front gates. There’s a look of trepidation on his face, no doubt because he’s just been told that he’ll have to deal with Alex for another night. Of course, that’s not a given. Henry will probably disappear into his apartments and ignore him, which suits Alex fine. They may have reached a kind of détente today, but they’re not friends.

“Sorry to hear about your plane,” Henry says as they get back into the car that will drive them further into the palace.

Alex shrugs. “It’s fine. I guess I’ll have to survive the hardship of ten thousand thread count sheets another night.”

Henry huffs a little laugh and grins. It’s kind of amazing how different he looks when he smiles for real. “I know you’ve probably had your fill of me today, so feel free to say no, but…” He hesitates a moment, as if waiting for Alex to shut him down before he even makes his proposal. “I was thinking of ordering in curry for dinner tonight. There’s a place not far away that’s quite good. Maybe watch a film?”

It’s pretty much the last thing Alex expected him to say. He wonders if this is another olive branch, an acknowledgement that it’ll be easier to pretend they’re friends if they’re actually… kinda friends. Surprisingly, Alex doesn’t hate the idea.

“What movie?” he counters.

“Well, I would suggest one of the Star Wars films, but I’m not sure we could agree on one.”

“If we’re not going to watch the best one, aka Empire—”

“You mean Return of the Jedi,” Henry interjects.

“—I guess that leaves the next best.”

“So, Rogue One?”

Alex grins. “Ok, maybe we can be friends, after all.”

He’s absolutely not letting himself think about the warmth that grows in his chest when Henry laughs.

~~~~~

Alex discovers that there’s a room in Kensington that’s pretty much as tricked out as you can get without being in a movie theater—“There’s an actual theater in Buckingham,” Henry tells him, “but Dad had this put in for family film nights”—with a massive screen and a killer sound system. They eat their curry out of take-out containers on a surprisingly comfortable, normal couch as the movie plays, keeping up a running commentary between them that ranges from Star Wars lore to the cast (“Come on, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t follow Diego Luna anywhere. Look at him!” Alex insists, which garners him a strange look from Henry) to random things entirely unconnected to the movie.

Turns out Henry is actually really funny, which is a fucking shock and kind of annoying except for how he leaves Alex in stitches several times. It’s absurdly easy between them in a way that it shouldn’t be, and Alex can’t remember the last time he had this much fun just hanging out with someone. And it’s Henry. What is his life, even.

“I can’t believe you like this one,” Alex says as they watch Jyn and Cassian embrace desperately on the beach. “It’s pretty much the opposite of a happy ending. For the main characters, at least.”

Henry hums, tipping his head slightly. “They give up everything in the service of a cause bigger than themselves, and they succeed. There’s something beautiful about that.”

“God, you are a sap,” Alex teases, bumping his shoulder up against Henry’s. Somehow they’ve managed to migrate closer on the couch over the course of the movie, until they’re practically touching.

“And why do you like it, then?” Henry counters. “The action and spies and intrigue?”

“Not only that,” Alex says. “But there’s a reason I’m a big Bond fan.”

A smile flickers across Henry’s face that’s a little melancholy but mostly contented. “I suppose that makes sense given what I know of your movie tastes now.”

“Also, your dad was a total babe.”

Henry’s eyes go wide as he chokes on a laugh. “I beg you to not.”

They lapse into silence as the final scenes as the credits start to roll. The movie is over and it’s getting late, but all Alex can think of is that he really doesn’t want the night to end yet. Which is crazy. Twenty-four hours ago Alex was actively cursing this man’s name, and now he seemingly can’t get enough of spending time with him. It doesn’t make any sense, but somehow it does; it’s the same feeling that he was chasing all those years ago in Rio, the one that pushed him to go up an introduce himself at exactly the wrong time, the one that made the hurt of that encounter linger for so long in his psyche.

“Hey, uh,” he says eventually, turning slightly to look at Henry, “thanks for suggesting this. It was fun.”

“I hope it made up for being stuck in London longer than you wanted,” Henry replies, his voice low and soft.

“Definitely.”

Henry smiles, a warm and pleased one that stretches his lips and crinkles the corners of his eyes, and Alex feels like he’s being pulled in by the magnetism of it. He wants to get closer, despite how close they’re already sitting. His fingers twitch with the urge to touch—the soft blond hair falling over Henry’s forehead, the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the fullness of his lips. He’s always known Henry was objectively good-looking, but Jesus, where does he get off being so pretty? It’s annoying, really.

Alex isn’t trying to make things weird, but he also can’t quite help the way his eyes are drawn inexorably down to those plush lips, still curved in a gentle smile. Who even has lips like that, does he get fillers or something, because they can’t be real, except they look very, very real, Alex hasn’t even ever kissed any girls with lips that nice, that look that soft—

Something short circuits in Alex’s brain and he just— has to know. How soft they really are. Before he even knows what he’s doing, he’s leaning in and pressing his lips to Henry’s, which are, as it turns out, extremely soft. It only lasts for a second before his brain comes back online and he realizes Henry’s frozen stiff, which is fair, because Alex has no fucking clue what he’s doing. He hasn’t kissed a boy since Liam and this was not the fucking boy to just kiss out of nowhere. He’s gonna get, like, locked in the Tower of London or something.

He wrenches away as quickly as he leaned in, meeting Henry’s wide, stunned eyes (—still so so blue, how can they be that blue—), his lips slightly parted and just a little damp from Alex’s.

“Shit,” Alex breathes in a rush. “Fucking shit— I don’t know why I did that, I’m so sorry, Henry, I didn’t mean anything by it—”

“Alex,” Henry murmurs, but Alex is too far gone in his spiral at this point.

“—I promise, it was just— I mean, I’m not even—”

“Alex.”

Alex stops in the middle of a word, his mouth hanging open. Henry’s got some kind of strange look on his face that he can’t parse at all.

“Did it really not mean anything?” he asks slowly.

The thing is, Alex has no idea what it means. Absolutely none. Something inside him—something he doesn’t really understand—wanted to do it, but like, just as an objective experiment. Except that part of him wants to do it again, even though he already got his answer. Really wants Henry to kiss him back. Which is making him feel a little insane.

Alex closes his mouth, licks his lips, and swallows hard.

“That depends,” he says cautiously, “on what you want it to mean.”

For some reason, that makes Henry growl in frustration and cast his eyes to the ceiling. Then he groans, “Christ, Alex, you’re so—”, grabs Alex’s face between both hands, and kisses him soundly.

Alex’s insides go positively molten. Henry’s hands are gripping his jaw, and in his hair, and Alex can’t help but press closer. His own hands find Henry’s narrow waist, reveling in the dip of it, the heat of his body scorching through the thin fabric of his shirt, and the only thing currently occupying Alex’s mind is a desperate urge to feel bare skin under his palms. That is, until Henry slides his tongue along Alex’s lower lip, sucks it into his mouth and tugs on it with his teeth, and Alex stops thinking altogether.

Their positions are a little awkward, twisted toward each other on the couch as they are, and Alex isn’t sure if he pulls or Henry pushes—or maybe both—but a moment later Henry is unfolding his long legs and shifting to straddle Alex’s lap, which is both incredible and incredibly overwhelming. Especially when Henry’s hips rock forward and Alex can feel his growing arousal pressing into the rapidly tightening region of Alex’s pants.

Jesus, this is— it’s— it’s a lot, but the very last thing Alex wants to happen is for it to stop.

He absolutely does not whimper when Henry pulls back, sending Alex unconsciously chasing after his lips. Fortunately, Henry doesn’t go far. He presses their foreheads together, breathing raggedly into the space between them as his thumb swipes across Alex’s cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Henry breathes, and yeah, Alex had no fucking clue.

His mind is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and he has no idea what to say to that besides: “Fuck.”

Henry chuckles softly, nudging their noses together. “Indeed.” He presses a soft kiss to Alex’s lips, then another to the corner of his mouth and one to the edge of his jaw. “Do you want to… go somewhere we won’t be interrupted?” he murmurs into Alex’s ear, and his warm breath combined with the words makes Alex tremble under him.

Alex swallows hard as his hands tighten on Henry’s hips, but he hesitates a moment too long because then Henry is actually pulling back, a concerned expression creasing his brow.

“Which is not to say— we don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want— I just thought—”

“I want to,” Alex blurts, surprising even himself. He’s not entirely sure what more means to Henry, but he knows he wants it. Jesus, does he want. “Yes. Fuck. Let’s do that.”

Henry grins, wide and nearly blinding in its brilliance, and Alex thinks he would do just about anything to see that smile on his face always.

They clamber off the couch, adjusting themselves with shared, knowing giggles, then Henry grabs his hand and tugs Alex through formal, stuffy corridors lined with portraits and antiques, which just adds a certain something to the absurdity of the whole situation. Somehow it’s not a surprise that Henry’s apartments are just as impersonal and opulent as the rest of the palace, full of hideous floral wallpaper and baroque furniture. Before, he’d have put that on Henry himself, but now it feels wrong despite the fact that Alex still barely knows him. It feels like he knows enough. Henry eats curry on the couch and cracks crude jokes and sniffles at the tragic endings of Star Wars movies (yes, Alex noticed). Henry is warm and soft and feels like he belongs in cozy, simple rooms full of old books and tea and cardigans.

Alex’s musings are cut off when Henry pulls him close again at the foot of the hideous gilt monstrosity that is his bed, wrapping his arms around Alex’s waist and tugging him into a lingering kiss. It’s softer than before, delicate and sweet, exactly like Alex would imagine Prince Charming would kiss. From this angle Alex has to tip his head up to kiss him, which is definitely not something he ever thought would do it for him, and yet. Henry’s evening stubble scratches against his chin, and broad hands grip onto his hips and pull him against the hard, flat planes of Henry’s chest, all of it constantly reminding him of the unmistakable masculinity of the person he’s currently making out with.

Alex thinks, distantly, that he should probably be freaking out about this a bit more, but it’s too easy to give himself over it in the moment. He can freak out about what whatever the fuck it means later.

Henry’s hands move to the front of Alex’s shirt, and his nimble fingers make short work of the buttons before pushing it backwards off Alex’s shoulders. His fingers leave trails of fire where they linger against Alex’s bare skin, and even just this has Alex moaning into the kiss, desperate for more. He tugs at Henry’s shirt, yanking the tails out of his pants and nearly tearing the buttons open in his haste, which makes Henry laugh at him, the bastard.

“Eager, are we?” Henry teases, and Alex bites the grin right off his face.

“Shut all the way up,” he huffs before sinking his teeth into the absolutely irresistible collarbone he’s just uncovered.

Henry sucks in a gratifying breath at that, his hands tightening on Alex’s waist, and then he’s manhandling Alex back onto the mattress, which has no business being as hot as it is. Alex kicks off his shoes before scrabbling backwards so that he’s lying against the pillows, his heart racing as Henry crawls up over him with a nearly predatory grin on his face. The way his body fully blankets Alex’s is overwhelming in the best way, making every part of Alex ache with the need to somehow be closer, even as Henry presses the their bodies together from knee to chest and captures Alex’s lips in another deep, probing kiss.

They kiss and kiss until Alex’s lips are almost numb from it, their hands roving over heated skin and through thoroughly mussed hair. Henry’s hips roll slowly against him, almost a question, and Alex groans when he feels the hardness of Henry’s cock pushing against his hip. His own is straining against the front of his trousers, and his breath shudders in his chest when he imagines what it would feel like to have Henry’s hands wrapped around him.

But—

“Hey, uh,” he breathes as Henry’s mouth moves to his neck, and he’s nearly driven to distraction by the feeling of Henry’s teeth scraping lightly over his pulse point, but he wants to get this out, “I’ve never actually—” His voice fails, and Henry pulls back just enough to look him in the eye. Alex swallows. “Done this. With a guy. I mean, kinda, but not really—” He lets out a frustrated huff. “It’s a long story.”

Henry stares at him so intensely and earnestly that Alex feels flayed open by it, like Henry can see all the parts of him that Alex himself didn’t know were there. “We can just do this,” he says as he pushes a curl back from Alex’s forehead. “The last thing I want is to push you into something you’re not comfortable with.”

It’s completely reasonable not to rush things, but Alex thinks if he leaves London without seeing Henry naked he might fucking expire.

“Did I not already fucking say I wanted it?” he retorts, a little testily. Better that than admitting how desperate he really is.

“Well, to be fair, we didn’t exactly specify—”

“I want you naked,” Alex breathes in a rush. “I want your hands on me. Your mouth, if— if that’s something you want.”

Henry’s gaze goes dark and hot, and he actually licks his lips. Alex’s dick twitches in his pants. Jesus Christ.

Henry dips back down to kiss his neck, but a moment later he answers. “That,” he says, pressing it into Alex’s skin as he kisses a path down his chest, “is something I very much want.”

Then Henry’s hands are at his waistband, making short work of his belt and peeling off his underwear and pants in one go, and everything goes very, very hazy after that in the absolute best possible way.

~~~~~

The room is quiet after they subside, after every ounce of pleasure has been wrung from their bodies, after shouted names ease into murmured endearments.

“I should go,” Alex eventually whispers into the stillness, because he should. It would be better if he spent the night in his own rooms. Safer.

He doesn’t want to, though. He doesn’t want to be alone with his thoughts right now, doesn’t want to give his brain the space to run wild with this. That’s what will happen if he goes. He’ll fall into a research spiral on google, and text Nora even though it’s too late, and quietly freak out about everything that’s happened tonight. Here, though, Henry’s got an arm thrown over his waist, and it’s not much, but the weight of it soothes something within him. Keeps him grounded.

Maybe it’s just Henry that settles him. He doesn’t want to think too hard about that.

“You could stay,” Henry murmurs back. He leans in, presses a kiss to the outside of Alex’s shoulder. “No one will notice. Tomorrow’s Sunday. The staff come in late.”

This is a terrible idea. This can’t be… anything, really, given who they are. Alex doesn’t even know what he wants it to be, but he knows that.

“You sure?” Alex asks anyway.

“Stay,” Henry repeats.

So Alex stays.

~~~~~

The bed Alex wakes up in is unfamiliar, which is hardly surprising given his travel schedule lately. What is unexpected is that he’s naked, and there’s a warm, naked body pressed against his back, and abruptly all of what he got up to the previous night comes slamming back into vivid clarity.

He slept with the fucking prince. Henry. His nemesis, except not actually, apparently, and oh yes, definitely also a dude. Alex sucked his dick and most definitely enjoyed the experience, so that’s a whole new thing. The freakout about his sexuality that he shoved to the back of his mind last night rockets to the forefront now, and he can feel his breath stutter in his chest.

Except then Henry’s arm tightens around him and he presses a sleepy kiss to the back of Alex’s shoulder, and the tightness in his chest unclenches somewhat. Not all the way, but enough.

He fumbles for his watch, then jolts up to sitting with a new fear once he sees the time. Jesus Christ, Cash or Amy is going to show up at his bedroom any minute now to pick him up so they can leave, and Alex isn’t fucking there. This is a disaster.

Henry grumbles at being disrupted, sleepily rubbing at his eyes in a way that’s definitely not adorable at all. “Time is it?” he mumbles through a yawn.

“Late,” Alex huffs, briefly getting tangled in the sheets and nearly falling out of the bed in his haste to find his clothing.

He’s halfway into his pants when there’s a knock at Henry’s bedroom door, and he almost falls on his face again. That seems to wake Henry up a bit more, and he finally sits up, his hair standing up in all directions and his eyes gone wide.

“Yes?” Henry calls out.

“The Secret Service seem to have misplaced their charge,” comes Shaan’s voice through the door, and Alex would very much like to die right now. Henry stumbles out of bed, throwing on a robe, then opens the door just enough so that Alex isn’t visible. “I told them I would inquire with you to see if you had any idea of Mr. Claremont-Diaz’s whereabouts.”

There’s something very knowing in Shaan’s tone, like he’s perfectly aware of where Alex spent the night and furthermore none of this is exactly a surprise to him, and Alex only barely manages to hold back the extensive collection of curses crowding at the tip of his tongue. What the actual fuck.

“Ah,” Henry says. His cheeks are bright pink. “Just a moment, I’m sure I can help you locate him.”

“I’m not sure I’ve properly conveyed how agitated they are, sir.”

“Tell them I’m ok,” Alex sighs begrudgingly, stepping into view now that his shirt and pants are on. It’s not like he’s kidding anyone; he’s still barefoot in Henry’s bedroom and the bed that two people clearly slept in is fully visible from where Shaan is standing. “I just—”

Shaan holds up a hand. “Believe me when I say that you do not need to finish that sentence. I will deliver the message, but”—he pauses, glancing between them—“you probably shouldn’t linger.”

He pulls the door closed behind him as he goes and, despite the warning, Alex stands there for a minute, rooted in place and staring at the floor. Maybe Shaan doesn’t want an explanation, but the Secret Service certainly will. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” Henry says quietly, suddenly close beside him. Alex hadn’t heard him approach. He still looks so soft and sleep-rumpled, and something tugs at Alex’s chest that absolutely should not be tugging. “I shouldn’t have talked you into staying here.”

Alex huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I didn’t take much convincing,” he says. “I shoulda just set a fucking alarm.”

“Probably,” Henry agrees, his lips tipping into a wry smile that fades into a look of concern. “Are you… ok?”

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” he answers, probably a little too quickly. Henry just stares at him in that way that makes Alex feel entirely too seen. “Probably gonna get chewed out for disappearing, but it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“That’s not exactly what I was talking about.”

Alex swallows. “I’m fine.” He offers Henry a little smile. “This was fun.”

“It certainly was,” Henry agrees carefully.

“Where’s your phone? I’ll give you my number, it’ll be easier to plan joint appearances or whatever,” Alex says in a blatant attempt to divert from a discussion about what happened or what this makes them. He’s got to figure his own shit out first. He doesn’t need Henry to know that he’s already wondering when he can arrange his schedule to see him again.

Henry gives him a look, but he fetches his phone and hands it over to Alex with a blank contact page open. Alex types in his number and hands it back.

“I’ll be disappointed if you only use that for booty calls,” he jokes.

Henry sputters out a laugh. “Noted.”

He’s endearingly pink-cheeked and smiling, and Alex doesn’t think before he takes the last step that puts him in Henry’s personal space, grabs the fronts of Henry’s robe, and pulls him into a kiss.

If he’d had any lingering doubts about the previous night, about whether what he’d felt was real or not, this thoroughly dispels them. The press of Henry’s lips to his, the way their mouths slot together as easily as if they’ve been doing this for years, the zip of electricity that fizzles under his skin and spreads out to tingle in the tips of his fingers and toes… Alex has never been kissed like this, has never felt like this being kissed, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Like he’s falling.

Oh. Fuck.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #firstprince fic #firstprince fanfic #my fics #chamel's fandom fest

[glassshrew]

I wrote this for @vapolis

Highly recommend you play their game demo, it's an awesome game and the main character can be such a feral trash goblin, I adore them!

I'm obsessed with their character Jax at the moment, and instead of working I've been daydreaming all day. I created this blog purely to post this because I'm too shy to post on my main! Writing is not my strong suit but t his was fun to do. Anyway here's some flirty sexy tension with Jax.

Written with a F!Merc in mind.

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You grin at him tiredly, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself as you stand in the club foyer. You’re 100% sure Jax has seen you in worse states but standing in front of his unimpressed stare in nothing but underwear, a cropped gaudy carebear t-shirt and a bloody jacket made you feel more exposed than you ever had. Or maybe it was the way his gaze lingered on your bare legs, or his own half dressed form, hair still damp from an impromptu shower. His appearance unusually sloppy for him. “Jaxxie! New uniform? A little risque. I like it.”  You waggle your eyebrows and for a long strained minute, Jax didn’t reply, a frown on his face like he can’t decide whether to just throw you out or not. “Blood and vomit is more your style.”  

“Gross. True but gross. Sounds like your night was as fun as mine,” You point towards the growing lump and bruise on your forehead. “But my new accessories are cooler than yours.”

He stays silent, and you're forced to confront the sight in front of you that you were trying to ignore. His arms crossed over a dark red shirt that was fully undone, exposing his chest. Your brain helpfully shutting down until it was just screaming incoherent body parts at you. Pecs, collarbones, nipples, tummy. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the line of his body down to the trail of dark hair below his naval.“Carpet doesn’t match the drapes then.” Fuck sake. You could scream. You swear to god that your mouth was not connected to your brain in anyway shape or form.

His head tilts as he continues to stare at you, but he doesn’t shut you down or even button his shirt and little warning bells start to twinkle in your brain. That ever growing sexual tension between the two of you sparks to life and you suddenly wished you had gone to Delilah for help instead. You couldn’t stop staring at him, his hips moving as he shifted his weight and your perverted brain took over again. If you dropped to your knees right now would he throw you out?  Or would he grip your hair tight in his fist as he -

You jolted as Jax cleared his throat, eyebrow raised. Shit. 

 “Uh right, I know it’s late, or early, closing time? Opening?” You tried to focus on what you were saying. “but I need you.” 

Fucking Christ almighty your stupid fucking mouth.  “Need me?” The corner of Jax’s mouth twitched, he looked a mix between entertained and annoyed.

“Uh no, not th-, you and Orla,” You stumbled over your words, cursing yourself internally as Jax made a low noise in the back of his throat. “help! I need your help, nothing else not that – I -, Is she still here?” You force your mouth shut so fast you almost bit your tongue. Why was it so fucking hot all of a sudden. Were you sweating?

“Yeah she’s still here,” Jax was still staring at you, and he had still made no move to button his shirt. Asshole was enjoying seeing you flustered. “Turn around.”

Turn around bend over be good –

“Seriously? Where exactly do you think I’m hiding a weapon?” You didn’t sound as annoyed as you were hoping for, you sounded a little breathless as your thoughts continued to spiral.

“Rules are rules,” Jax grinned at you, he was obviously enjoying the effect he was having on you. “Turn around, jacket off.”

“Fine.” You are moving to follow before you can stop yourself. Shivering slightly as you shrugged the jacket off, leaving you in your panties and cropped shirt.

It’s silent. You’re just starting to think that this was some sort of prank when his fingers lightly brushed over your wrist making you jump. “Stay still.” 

His hands trail up your arms, not his usual pat down but a slow, gentle touch, caressing you almost. “Are you hurt?”

Your body stiffened. The quiet genuine concern in his voice throwing you completely off balance. His gentle touch making you feel warm, and something else you didn't know how to name. Did he genuinely actually care? A lump starts to form in your throat, and you once again bite the inside of your cheek, hard enough this time to taste the coppery tang of blood, desperate to kill those feelings before they can become a problem.

“Not badly,” you shrugged. You wanted to run but wanted to see where this was going so very much. “Used to it. You know I could just nip in and see her, there’s no need to-,”

“Stay still.”

You cleared your throat. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”

Jax froze. Your momentary glee at having flustered him in return is short lived as the hand on your shoulder slid up the back of your neck and through your hair, causing a little flutter of panic in your gut. This was new territory for you both, usually one of you would have backed off by now. You could feel his breath over your skin as he tugged your head to the side, the sensation making your stomach tighten and your thighs squeeze together. “Can't you just shut up for once?”

Your sarcastic reply is lost as your breath hitches when his lips brush gently over the skin just beneath your ear. Its hesitant, but when you make no move to pull away his grip tightens in your hair, pulling your head more firmly to the side.

“I’m not hid-,” You start, and he makes a low warning sound at your inability to shut up, his teeth grazing harder over your skin. “- not hiding anything up there.”

Jax pulls away abruptedly. Disappointment growing in your chest as you realised you’d reached that point again. The point where Jax realises who he’s flirting with,  what he’s flirting with, and shuts down.

“Better things you could do with that mouth than yap all the time.”

You feel like you’ve just been slammed into an alternate universe. Getting lost in the moment is one thing, but jesus Who are you and what have you done with Jax?

He continues his search before you can ask the question, before you can, as usual, ruin the moment. Both of his hands sweeping down your back, pushing into your spine and round to the front of your hips.

“Easy ther-,” You flinched back against him when his fingers pressed a little harder over your ribs. The pain turning into something that drew a whimper from your throat. Jax went still behind you, you could the warmth of his bare chest, and - fucking fuck me sideways-  your brain short circuiting as you realized you could feel him.

“This is cosy,” You let out a breath, voice strained. Does he remember it’s you? The intrusive thoughts slip in, nagging and chipping away at you. He knows its you right? The two of you stand there, his hands holding you flush against him while his cock presses against your ass. The silence lingering for all of a second before the pressure to talk gets too much.

“Bruised, not broken,” You had no idea what was going on, what to do, whether this was actually happening or if you had done more damage to that already fucked up brain of yours. “probably not broken.” 

He hummed in acknowledgment, warm breath over the shell of your ear causing your back to involuntarily arch and he cursed under his breath.

“You're clear,” He lets go, steps back from you and the loss off his body heat hurts. “You can go through.”

 “Right, great. Told you.” you turn to face him, arms crossed over your chest, disappointment and rejection making your heart sting. For the first time in a long time you feel vulnerable. You want your jacket back. You almost, for a second there, genuinely believed he wanted you. A stupid foolish childish thought. Why would he? When you didn’t have anything to offer, when you didn’t deserve it. You’d destroy him, infect him, pull him down into the dark to drown with you. He deserved better. “Catch you on the flipside.”

Flipside? You cringe. You can feel him frowning at you as you grab your jacket off the desk, and you’re tempted to sneak out the little pen knife you have hidden to show him as a ‘ha ha fuck you’ but you don’t. Your heart is not in it. The abrupt withdrawal of his attention has you feeling cold, exhausted all of a sudden. You avoid looking at him as you move towards the door, and he makes no move to stop you as you go through.

#c: jax #vapolis #fanfiction #x reader #fem reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #gn reader #x female reader

[heavenlyvision]

Rushing

Word count: 4k

Pairing: Adrian Chase x reader

Part three to crushing and blushing, you can read those below, they’re linked in order

Crushing Blushing

A/N: see? I promised I’d update this more quickly than the first part :D but to be fair it’s pretty easy to beat that lol

Summary: You’ve somehow found yourself agreeing to let the questionable Vigilante walk you back to your motel room. You’re unsure of him and yet find yourself not as uncertain as you feel you should be.

Warnings: 18+ but also not really (I keep adding this because I plan on adding adult themes later), strong language.

It’s tense, the walk that is. It is so tense, at least for you it is, you’re not sure he’s feeling anything at the moment. He seems perfectly comfortable; you quickly glance at him and yup he looks perfectly fine, lost in his own world, you think. It’s not like you can see his face but his body language reads as carefree – how annoying.

Annoying because of how tense you feel and because it feels like you’ve been walking for an hour but looking at your phone you can see it’s only been 5 minutes since you first bumped into him.

Suddenly he exclaims, “Ah! Where do you live?”

You jump internally at his voice; it feels like he yells with how quiet it is in the street. You find yourself faintly wondering if it’s so dead because he’s wandering these streets right now.

You know he’s walking you back to your motel to keep you safe, but you still find yourself wondering if it’s such a great idea to tell him where you’re staying. You’re silent for a second, signalling to him your unease.  

“I’m really not planning on killing you, not now or any time in the future.” He’s trying to calm your nerves but you’re not entirely sure that his statement helps.

You find yourself telling him anyways, “I’m staying at the motel near the cemetery, do you know it?”

He gives an amused chuckle, “Yeah I know it, I have a friend there, I also put a few people there myself.” He sounds like he’s trying to suppress a gut laugh. You find it morbid and off putting and you also find yourself trying not to smile at his inappropriate joke. You know he’s probably being 100% honest and for some reason you find that hilariously grim.

“That doesn’t help me feel any better about you or your character, you know?”

He’s still trying not to laugh, and his voice comes out giddy, like he’s talking through a smile.

“I know, I know!” He’s still chuckling to himself and waves a hand at you, “I didn’t mean to find it so funny!”

He starts taking some deep breaths trying to calm himself down, and then he stops laughing all at once “I was joking, I don’t know if any of the people I killed ended up at that cemetery.”

Okay that statement gets you, and you have to turn your face away from him so he can’t see your smile. “Not funny,” you deadpan but your shoulders shake, giving yourself away.

“I was just trying to offer some humour, you know? Brighten the mood a bit, you look really tense.”

He doesn’t seem like the type of person to be observant about others, but he clocks you and the way you’re feeling pretty easily.

Strangely, you feel your body relax a bit, you easily fall into step with him and can breathe a little easier. You think you relax because you can tell he cares enough to try and assuage your fears about being killed by him at any moment. It’s not an entirely successful attempt on its own but you’re starting to gather that he’s not going to kill you now or in the future.

“I appreciate your attempts but that was pretty grim, considering you have actually killed people before.”

He stops suddenly, “It’s not like they don’t deserve it.” He relays his feelings flippantly.

You also stop where you are, both of you now facing each other, standing in the middle of the pavement.

“Maybe, maybe not, I don’t really feel like we have the same definitions of who deserves to die.” You pause for a second, his body language has deflated a bit.

“Listen, I’m sure some of the people you kill might fit my definition of deserved death but I’m also sure some of them don’t.” You don’t know where your bravery came from but you’re happy you were able to articulate your feelings properly.

“You’re right but at the end of the day I’m the one out here doing the things other people in this town can’t or won’t.”

You suppose he’s right in a way, but that train of thought is exactly why he’s a wanted criminal, you have mixed feelings on him. If you jaywalked right now, would he shoot you? You decide you’re going to ask.

“Sooooo… If I jaywalked right now, would you kill me?”

“No!” He stands there for a second, then continues, “That’s different.”

“How’s it any different?”

He stands stoic, like he’s afraid he’s given something away or will give something away while talking to you. “I’m not here to debate my morals and ethics with you, I already said I wouldn’t ever kill you.” He shrugs and keeps walking forward.

You have to take a couple big steps to catch up to him, but he continues talking, “I just want to make sure you get back to your motel, it’s not safe out here.”

You look around the street, it’s completely empty, not a single soul lingers out here. Well maybe some of the people he’s killed linger around him, you smirk at your internal thought.

“Keeping me safe from all those jaywalkers I bet, huh?” You try your hand at a joke and go to nudge him. You think you hear him snicker under his mask, but you can’t be sure.

He turns to you and doesn’t say anything at first, it kind of feels like you’re about to be scolded but instead he faces forward and doesn’t say anything. For some reason that feels worse than having him scold you. Despite the topic of conversation his tone had been pretty chipper and now you feel like by giving your – completely valid opinion – you’ve upset him. You’re not really sure how to feel now, should you say something to him? You have a big personal flaw of always feeling the need to fill the silence, you can’t ever just let things be. It used to annoy the shit out of your brother.

Are you upset with me? That feels needy, don’t ask that. He’s a literal cold-blooded killer, this man is not like the vigilantes back in Gotham, at least not the majority of them. You don’t want him to think you care if he’s upset with you. Turn that frown upside down, that’s funny, you shouldn’t say that, your last crack at a joke didn’t seem to translate well. Damn your people pleasing nature!

It seems there is a God though because you can see the street your motel is on; you’ll be able to finally eat something and sit in silence processing the evening. You really need to discuss the events of the night with yourself.

Even so, you find yourself opening your big fat mouth, “turn that frown upside down!”

What the fuck!!!

You hang your head; you hadn’t planned anything more appropriate and that’s the first thing that came out. You feel defeated, you really need to work on your people pleasing nature. For God’s sake! The man is a literal murderer, and you feel the need to please him.  

“I’m not frowning.” He says, same tone he’s had the whole walk.

Your shoulders relax at the sound of his voice, “well, I can’t really tell, you suddenly had bad vibes, so I assumed.”

He scoffs, “bad vibes.”

You shrug your shoulders dramatically with your hands up. “How am I supposed to know? You were pretty short with me before and then didn’t say anything afterwards. Bad vibes.” You nod your head once in finality.

He has an amused air about him, “You really just can’t sit in silence, huh?”

You don’t like how easily he reads you, it’s like he’s watching your internal monologue on a screen behind his visor.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop reading how I feel so easily, it’s not fair when–”

“When you only have vibes to go off?”

“Yes, exactly!” you pause, “hey! get out of my head!”

He laughs at you, “You’re not exactly difficult to read.”

“Yeah, because I don’t have a giant sock on my head!”

He stops and points an accusatory finger at you, “hey, not nice! And it’s NOT a sock, it’s a balaclava with a visor, much cooler, thank you. I don’t even think there is a sock big enough to fit my head into.” He’s exasperated by your accusation.

“You’re right,” you nod your head in agreement, and he seems pleased by this until – “you do have a big head!” You raise your voice mockingly at him and then bolt off.

He shouts after you.

You don’t know what possessed you into having a back and forth with him that easily, but it was fun, you’re having fun, and you can’t really find it in yourself to care about what the sensible or responsible thing to do is. You can’t really care because you’re having fun, and you can’t properly remember a time after your brothers passing where you felt this alive.

You can hear his footsteps catching up with you quickly, you feel yourself beginning to rush, desperately hoping you can beat him, but he easily runs in front of you and stops. You almost tackle him to the ground, but he catches your shoulders with his hands, he doesn’t stop the collision, but he stops the force at which it happens.  

He looks down at you, a smile in his voice as he says, “what the hell? Are you a literal child? You seemed so grown up not 5 minutes ago!”

And you are giggling like a child, you can’t help it. It was fun to tease him and then run away like one.

He shakes his head at you, “Come on, we’re almost back at your motel.” He turns around with his hands still on your shoulders, taking you with him 180º.  He then spins you another 180º until you’re both facing the same direction, he leans down to whisper near your ear, “C’mon, start walking.”

You feel an involuntary shiver run down your spine and start walking forwards, with him tailing not far behind. This new formation he’s created continues for a few minutes and it starts making you feel perturbed, like you’re a criminal being escorted somewhere.

You bend your neck backwards until you can see him, “I prefer walking next to you, having you walk behind me feels weird…”

His head drops to his shoulder, “eyes forward!”

Your head snaps forward and you laugh, this all feels so unreal and completely silly. This is not real life; you must still be asleep on the shitty motel bed.

He walks up beside you and you both fall back into a relaxed rhythm together, a more comfortable silence forming between you.

You walk in silence the rest of the way to your motel room door.

Looking up at him you say, “thank you, for walking me back to my motel room.”

“You’re welcome, try not to go on late night wanders through this neighbourhood, it might’ve seemed quiet but that’s only ‘cause I was in the area tonight.”

“I’ll try not to, but I was hungry,” you literally lived in Gotham, you feel like no city street is worse than that.

“Hmm, drive next time then.” He offers as an alternative.

“This is really concerning you, huh?”

“Uhm, yah! This neighbourhood literally sucks balls, you literally couldn’t have picked a worse motel to stay at even if you tried.”

“okay, noted, I’ll try to avoid going out at night.”

“Cool, good, good.” He nods his head, seemingly satisfied at your response to his concern, “Alright, I’m gonna go, I have vigilante shit to do. Catch you around but I mean preferably not, right?”

You smile, “right, I get it Mr Vigilante, I will behave.”

He nods once more and then waves at you before running back in the direction you both just walked from, you can’t believe how endearing you find this literal murderer.

Turning around you unlock your motel room door, only to find it unlocked already, what the hell? You could’ve sworn you locked it before leaving. You cautiously peak your head in through the door, scanning the room, you can’t see anyone.

You leave the door open as you slowly walk into the room, the only places you can’t see from where you’re standing are the bathroom and under the bed. Slowly, you put your bag of food on a small table and step vigilantly around the room, inching closer to the bathroom. You stay stuck to the wall as you fling the door open, your eyes assess the small room and find it empty. You then warily lower yourself onto the floor and check under the bed, no one there either. This is really weird; you walk back over to the door closing and locking it.

Unease settles in your bones again; you don’t feel comfortable here anymore. Vigilante’s warning plays over in your mind and you find yourself wondering if you picked the right place to stay. You could’ve just left the door open yourself, but you highly doubt you would’ve done that. That kind of neglect isn’t something you usually find yourself displaying. You’re an alert person, you always lock doors, it’s like second nature to you.

No one is in the room, but you and you’ve definitely locked the door now, but just in case you go over and double check. Yep, definitely locked, you unclench a bit at the confirmation.

✧˖°

Taking your bag of food to the bed, you sit down and get to finally eat something for the first time since this morning and your food tastes like absolute heaven.

As you munch on your food you consider your life and the choices you have made that led you to this point. This evening has been the most interesting night of your adult life, ever since your brother passed you feel like you have been living on autopilot. Only ever going through the motions, going from one step to the next but never actually considering what you want in that moment, only ever focussed on future goals.

Leave Evergreen, move to Gotham, study to become a vet, graduate, get a job… and then what? You never did anything adventurous, or spur of the moment, your plans are calculated, and you only ever made moves towards the future and now that the future is here, you’re realising, you didn’t let yourself live in between those moments.

The most exciting thing you had done recently before tonight’s coincidental run in with Vigilante, was coming back to Evergreen in the first place. Which ironically, you only came back here because you heard of Vigilante’s presence while living in Gotham. You feel poorly about it, but you didn’t feel a big enough of a push to come back here and now that you have, you’re having fun.

It's so odd that your realisation is coming from having a 15-minute walk with the local murderer. You feel so absurd, he goes against a lot of your personal morals and somehow you found him appealing and that is both upsetting and thrilling to you.

After you finish dinner, you decide to have a shower. The walk outside and staying in your clothes for hours has you feeling a little less than fresh.

As you wash the events of today from your body, you find yourself feeling a little anxious about your motel room door being open when you got back from your walk. The fact that no one was physically in the room makes you feel better but also makes you feel sick. Tomorrow you’ll start looking at other motels in the area because after this and Vigilante’s warning earlier, you don’t feel safe here anymore.

✧˖°

Bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The pillow your head was resting on is vibrating, vibrating because your phone is under it and the alarm is going off.

Ugh, you don’t even have any important plans today.

You get up anyways, you want to be out of this room and into a different motel before the end of the day. You feel like you’re not really well informed about this town and what areas are best to stay at anymore, if you had forethought last night you would’ve asked Vigilante since he seems to be knowledgeable on this certain topic.  

The next best person to ask and the only other person you know and are still in contact with in Evergreen is Adrian. Which is just a bonus for you, you’re pretty pleased with yourself that you’ve found another reason to get in contact with him. Pleased because you want to see him and because you need to tell him you might not get to catch a drink together like you planned, since you won’t be at your motel room and you both somehow forgot to exchange information again when you caught up yesterday. You’re both such doofuses, forgetting something like that because you were having too much fun reminiscing.

A quick google search will pull up all the local motels but that’s what you did the first time to find a motel closest to the cemetery and well, you know how that ended.

You begin fighting with yourself internally, on whether you should go to Fennel Fields to try and find Adrian or not. Maybe you should just stay here and wait for him to come back.

Mmmmm, definitely not, you can’t stay in this room any longer. The anxiety is still lingering in your bones, and you are not going to keep paying to stay in a room that possibly got broken into and sets off your alarm bells.

That’s it, that settles it, you’ve decided. You’re going to go bug your dead brothers best friend from childhood while he’s working… if he is at work that is. Either way, it’ll get you out of this awful motel room. You have a completely valid reason for bugging him, plus he probably won’t mind.

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You drive to Fennel Fields, it’s a really short drive from your motel but you feel like you shouldn’t walk.

When you cross over the threshold and into the restaurant you look around and try to spot the familiar bus boy, but you don’t get as lucky now as you did the first time you came here. He’s either not here or he’s out back.

You locate one of the closest employees and decide to ask them about Adrian and his whereabouts, though it’s doubtful that they’ll actually hand out any information about him. To them you’re some strange person asking for their co-workers personal information.

“Uhm hi! Hello! I was in here the other day, I’m friends with a co-worker of yours called Adrian Chase –”

“Oh yes, I remember you, he’s not scheduled for today.”

“Okay, thank you,” you go to walk away but quickly back track, “actually, I know this might be odd, but do you have his number by chance?”

“You don’t have it already?” He inquires.

“We just reconnected after a few years, so I don’t have it… no.” You feel so awkward, you also feel like some crazy stalker person.

He looks you over and considers you for a second before giving a short sigh, “Ah, I wouldn’t usually give out a co-workers information but considering how odd he is and how normal you seem, I’m sure it’s fine.”

He pulls out his phone and shows you his screen with Adrian’s number, you assume anyways. Adrian’s contact isn’t actually saved in his phone, it looks like he’s opened a work group chat to show you his number.

You thank him as you turn around and leave the restaurant, you don’t quite know how to feel about that interaction. You find yourself a bit disappointed in Adrian’s co-workers, you’re not sure they respect him. It hurts your feelings a little bit, you hope he’s not being treated poorly there. Though, he is a bit unusual you don’t feel like he deserves some of the disrespect he gets from people.

As you walk back to your car you get inside it and decide to call Adrian, it rings for a bit before he picks up.

“Uh… hello?” You can tell he’s confused even through the phone; he mustn’t get many calls.

“Hey A, it’s me…” you feel a bit stupid calling him out of the blue.

“Petal! Hello, how did you get my number?”

“I went to Fennel Fields to try and find you, but you weren’t there, so I asked your co-worker for your number – which by the way, very questionable behaviour on his part to actually give me your number.”

“I don’t mind, I’m glad he gave you my number, I kept forgetting to ask you for yours.” He brushes off your concern. “What did you need?” He gets a bit frantic then, “are you okay?!”

“I’m okay, I mean, I am safe but something odd happened last night.”

His voice get firm, it’s his turn to be concerned, “what happened?”

“Nothing bad happened! I went out to get some food last night –”

“That neighbourhood isn’t safe; you shouldn’t be walking outside by yourself at night.”

“I knowwww but I was hungry!” You frown a bit; you literally just went over this last night.

“Sorry, sorry, go ahead, tell me what happened.” He sounds a little amused at your frustration.

“When I got back to my motel, I went to unlock the door, but it was already unlocked but I could’ve sworn I had locked it before I left.”

“What? Was anyone in the room?”

“No, I was really careful when I checked, and the room was empty, but I felt really anxious for the rest of the night –”

“I’m coming over, now” and then he hangs up on you.

The nerve! You start up your car and make the short drive back to the motel where you wait for Adrian.

It doesn’t take him long to get to you, you’re not sure where he lives but you have a feeling, he hauled ass to get here in record time. When he pulls up, he finds you waiting outside your motel room.

“Are you okay?” He rushes up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders he gives you a visual check over.

“I’m okay Adrian, no one was in the room last night and the door is still locked now.”

“Mhm, I wanna check out the room for myself.”

He waits for you to unlock the door before he walks into the room with purpose. You follow him inside before you shut the door behind you and flick on the lights. You decide to stay near the door and let Adrian investigate on his own.

It feels like he’s scanning the room forever, when he pulls a vent off the wall and finds a small camera behind it. You feel like a cold bucket of water has been dropped on top of you. What the hell, you feel completely violated. On the opposite side of the room Adrian looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust.

“Is that what I think it is?”

He catches your eyes, and his anger settles a tad, “It is but it’s okay because I’m going to figure out who put it there and murder them.” You think he’s joking; you feel like he should be joking but he looks completely serious and downright murderous.

“Uhm, I actually wanted to ask you for advice on motels to stay at because well, this one clearly sucks.”

He looks incredulously at you “are you kidding? There is no way I’m letting you stay at any motel now.”

You’re a little lost for words, “so, where am I meant to stay then?”

“With me.” It’s said with such a sense of finality that you can’t find it in yourself to even try to argue with him on this.

“…Okay.”

“Good, it’s settled then.”

You aren’t sure staying with him is a great idea, but you know one thing, you sure as fuck aren’t staying here. Also who the fuck put a camera in your room?

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Basic stuff down here, If you have any ideas, thoughts, feelings, please reach out, I want to keep improving my writing and i want to keep people engaged! I love that people are reading this still, I see the notifications and appreciate the new people reading both parts! I plan on making the next part even longer so that might take a bit longer to come out, depending on how much time I have and how much sleep I am willing to sacrifice for this, which so far has been quite a bit ehhehe :)

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #peacemaker #vigilante x reader #vigilante #fanfic #vigilante x you #adrian chase #adrian

[selarina]

TW mention of suicide, mention of fire, emotional distress

Even though it's in the middle of a frigid winter, Superhero!Satoru Gojo soars across the sky, slicing through relentless winds that assaults his face.

Below him, the citizens of this quaint town looked upon the God of blue streaks hurtling himself across the sky. There was a manic sense of urgency to his flight that was palpable to even the most cursory of onlookers.

They were confounded though, no one could make sense of this. Why would someone akin to Superman himself deign to come all the way down to overlook some measly little town? Should he not be in distant galaxies fighting aliens and other fiends alike?

But he soared on, until he finally stopped — midway in the air, his eyes zeroed in on the burning house below him. And then, in one swift descent, it was all over in less than five seconds.

You couldn’t even comprehend what just happened. One second you were seeing flames, sweating and screaming. In the next, you found yourself perched upon a cold park bench, your world tilting at an unsettling angle.

You don’t make sense of anything, and for awhile you just sit there in silence.

Your gaze remains set upon the mosaic of green tiles at your feet, your eyes fixed like they're the most interesting piece of art you’ve ever come to lay your eyes on.

“Are you okay?” The voice comes from beside you.

Your lips remained unresponsive, as you continued to study the tiles. And then you turn after what seems like after hours, you turn and smile. “I’m fine,” you reply.

“It’s okay to not be okay you know,” the superhero murmurs. His voice comes out low and unfamiliar yet somehow comforting all the same.

Your eyes studied the man. He's the one they call the Honoured One, or was it the Blue Phantom? There's too many superheroes to keep up with, but you know of him. You once heard that to some he's just — God.

You’re not joking when you say this, you have actually heard of rumours; there were those who had birthed entire religions, all in his name.

"No," you replied. "Truly, I should be fine. I uh— I lived in the city so this is not that scary," you chuckle feebly. "Kinda expected it to happen to me in the city at some point if I’m being honest."

You pause again, your breath quivering with the weight of unshed tears. "This is just stupid," you choked out between sobs. "But to think that this would happen on my very first day back in my hometown. It’s all so stupid and scary—"

He stares at you, or at least you think he does. He’s wearing a blindfold, fashioned through a sheen white cloth wrapped tightly around his eyes.

“I thought I’d be fine dying, but I guess not," you say when he doesn't respond again.

“You were fine dying?” he asks softly, his tone steeped in incredulity. You are fairly young after all, a whole life to live. Or at the very least, only half a life — you don’t really plan on living until you’re 100 and such.

“Um— not that I’m suicidal or anything," you hasten to correct my previous statement, in case he misunderstood. "I thought I would be fine dying, having lived a decent life and all but I guess I still have some regrets,” you say.

You’re not sure what was compelled you to unburden your soul to the man who had just saved you but the spell was broken now and suddenly you felt like a burden.

You rose to your feet, feeling light and hungry all of a sudden. You turn back to the man. “Thank you for saving my life. I’ll never forget it.”

He stands up with you, as he meets your extended hand in a hand shake, before he pulls you gently into a hug, you stay there snug against the warmth of his body for barely a few seconds before he pulls away.

“Thought you’d need it and it’s protocol,” he smiles a grin.

You think he may be lying but truly you couldn't care. You met his gaze, with only a hint of disbelief because frankly you've been through so much this week that all of this seems oddly mundane.

"See you then. And thank you, once more.”

As you make your way back to a hotel in the back of a police car, you feel the urge to call someone — after all, you did just almost die.

Despite your recent separation, you retrieved your phone, navigating your way to the list of favourite contacts. Your gaze settles on the contact name: Husband.

You should probably change that soon, but you've thought this numerous times but strangely enough you could never do it. But having almost kissed Death himself today, you change it back to his name.

And then you click away, drafting your message before you click send.

You: hey, it's me. you can come take your stuff if you're free this weekend. take care until then.

You: and let me know if the weekend doesn't work, we'll work out another time, or I can figure out a way to mail them to you instead.

His response was immediate.

Gojo Satoru: I'll be there.

You sighed, sinking back into the rough plastic-like texture of the seat. Your thoughts drift to the visual of the blindfolded phantom from earlier.

You think that despite all the odds, your first day back in town wasn't entirely bad.

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[epictacobird]

Saw another ball shaving ad, so anyone who saw this knows why this is here

Anyway here’s your sub!Azul x Dom!MC thing ya filthy animals (affectionate)

Obviously, NSFW below. I don’t use gendered pronouns for MC, only “you”. Have fun ;)

I haven’t written smut in so long let’s see how this goes

Contains: edging, overstim, handjob, bit of a ruined orgasm, MC is a bit of a sadist lol, 100% porn w/o plot

Maybe a lil ooc? It’s probably fine

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“Azul, you’ll cum too quickly if you stay so tense.” You warn as your finger draws a delicate line up his weeping dick.

He opened and closed his mouth in a poor attempt to respond, but Azul could only muster a weak groan. He leaned back into your chest and rested his head on your shoulders. You could feel him relax as you whispered sweet nothings to him.

“Good boy… just like that alright? Now let’s see how much longer you can last.” A devious smile graced your lips as you heard his breath hitch. Azul bit his lip, much harder than he intended, in an attempt to stifle a moan.

He just couldn’t admit that every touch made him insane. So as you wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly pumping it as you rested your head on his shoulder he couldn’t stay quiet. A slew of curses and breathy moans left his lips, all while you hummed in content.

“Please…I need to cum-“ Azul whimpered, his mind hazy from the pleasure- and truthfully, a part of him wanted you to say no. He loved relinquishing control to you, it felt so freeing. He wanted, even needed, to be your toy.

You kissed his neck gingerly while he squirmed under your touch. His pretty, curved cock was slick with precum. Your hands equally so, and as you pumped it again you could feel his cock twitch.

“How about a deal?” You teased, “We count down from 10, and when I say 1 you can cum.”

“And if I…” Azul stuttered out, “If I cum before then?”

You gave a warm smile, “Well, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk properly for a week.”

Azul bit his lip, he already felt so close. His only hope was that you would count fast- but even then…

“Ok.” He shuddered, “Ok ok, it’s a deal. Just please-“ His voice went uncharacteristically high pitched as your hands worked his dick. Azul threw his head back, biting his tongue as he moaned.

“10.”

“Say it with me,” You paused as Azul let out a desperate, “Ok”

“10.” Azul tried everything to calm down. His body felt so heavy against yours, with his back resting against your chest. No, he couldn’t think about your chest now.

“9.”

“9.” Azul repeated shakily, your hand seemed to go faster. And he couldn’t neglect how you kissed his jaw so softly. He felt himself melt, and at the same time tense with your movements.

“8…Azul.” You spoke low, “You’re- actually I don’t think I’ll help you this time. It’s a challenge after all.” You laughed.

Azul frowned, “That’s not fair.” His breath hitched as you squeezed his dick lightly.

“It’s not?” You hummed, “I think it’s perfectly acceptable.”

Azul opened his mouth to respond, but he quickly shut up as you went faster. He resisted to scream as pleasure overtook him. “No-no it is! I’ll be..I’ll be good alright?”

You slowed down as you heard him whimper, and as a quick reply you said, “I’m glad you agree. Now, 7.”

“7…”

“6.”

Before he could reply he moaned loudly. You were picking up the pace again, the deliberate and long strokes became faster. Azul knew he was going to lose when he replied shakily, “6.”

“5…”

Azul’s breath became more erratic, at this point his body was so tense it was a miracle he could move at all. He could barely respond through his moans.

“4…”

And as you moved your hand hard down his cock you felt Azul shudder followed with a suppressed whimper. You didn’t let him ride out his orgasm, instead choosing to cruelly hump your hand for pleasure. He apologized over and over in a whispered prayer. He clasped a hand over his mouth, but it truly did nothing to hide his moans.

“I told you earlier to not stay so tense.”

Azul wanted to give some sort of snarky reply but he couldn’t find the words. Instead he chose to whimper pathetically over heavy breaths. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or nervous to find out his punishment. Maybe it was both.

You looked at the cum covering your hand and smiled. “Azul,” You spoke in a singsong tone, “Looks like you couldn’t fulfill your end of the deal…”

Azul looked over his shoulder with half lidded eyes. He couldn’t read your expression well in his haze.

“Now,” You began to pump your hand faster, “I’m going to milk you dry since you want to cum so bad.”

Azul squirmed, his mouth letting out lewd sounds. He saw stars, and as you picked up the pace he gripped the sheets with such intensity you became sure they’d rip.

He began to moan out your name, repeating it over and over as if it would convince you to slow down. “Fuck- MC please-“ He threw his head back again, his back pressing so hard against you it was a battle not to fall over.

You rested your other hand on his stomach, gently running circles around the soft skin. “Relax, Azul.” You cooed, bringing your hands up to rest on his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat under your fingertips and you found another smile reach your lips.

Azul took in shaky breaths, relaxing for a moment until you picked up the pace once again. For a moment you thought that everyone on the dorm could hear, although you didn’t think Azul could care at this point.

“Please, please.” Azul whined, his body felt weak and you could tell how close he was.

“Cum whenever you want alright?” You grinned as you continued to work your hand on his dick. As it twitched in your hand you brought your other hand to his nipples. His breath hitched as he let out a small warning.

A high pitched moan escaped his lips as he shuddered. Despite his weak protests you continued at the same pace. Playing with his soft chest simultaneously. It didn’t take long for him to cum again, he cried out your name while he painted your hand white. And when you refused to let up your pace you could see the tears prick his eyes from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure.

Azul didn’t know whether to ask you to slow down or speed up. His body and mind felt so confused, he saw stars and his body screamed for a break; but he loved being at your mercy. The feeling of your hand working his cock was addicting, and it didn’t take long for him to reach another climax.

“MC, MC, please-I” For once, Azul truly couldn’t bring together a coherent sentence. He moaned breathlessly, straining under your hands as he tensed up again.

“Please, what? Azul, are you really in a position to bargain right now?” You laughed quietly, “Unless you want more? You know I have a few toys you might like…”

Azul shook his head, unsure if he could really take anything more of what you had in mind for him. You just hummed in response, focusing once again on his dick.

“Fuck- please, more, MC-“ Azul begged, hopelessly thrusting his hips into your hand. “I’m so close…!”

You smiled, you had to remind yourself that this was supposed to be a punishment. But watching him become putty in your hands in an attempt to cum wasn’t something you could overlook. You simply made a small note for later in the night.

Azul bit his lip, thrusting in your hand for any sort of pleasure. He was a bit too relieved when you began to match his pace. He moaned loudly, legs feeling weak as he felt himself cum again into your hand. He shuddered, his breathing and heartbeat slowing from his previous high. He threw his head back and rested it on your shoulder.

“You look so pretty all exhausted like this.” You hummed, “But you didn’t think I was done, right Azul?”

You were truly going to be the death of him tonight.

#Then he got pegged #twisted wonderland #twst x mc #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x y/n #fanfic #azul x mc #azul x reader #azul x reader smut #azul smut #dom!mc #sub!azul

[adastra121]

Alon the Stray Hound

I redesigned my Touchstarved Hound!MC to have more of a showman-y vibe, since they’re a magician. Do you believe in the heart of the cards?

Pronouns: Usually uses She/They, but they’re honestly fine with any pronouns Birthday: November 30 Height: 4’11 / 150cm Personality: So a bleeding heart, unwarranted hero complex, and astounding immaturity walk into the Wick and see that their good friends, dignity and self-preservation couldn’t make it… Likes: Street food, dancing, rowdy taverns, making friends, pranks, adventure Dislikes: Rules, rich people, rainy days, boredom, bullies Fatal flaw: Would turn her self-destruction into a joke, but hey, at least it’d make for a decent stand-up routine in hell Other: She has a terrible singing voice that was once mistakenly reported as a Soulless attack — by the end of the song, the neighbours probably preferred a Soulless attack. Quote: “Look, buddy, I’m no stranger to failure — ideally, you don’t, but if you do, best to have fun with it, yeah?”

More about them below:

Alon is cheerful, mischievous, and outgoing. They love to make new friends wherever they are.

She’s restless, never stays in one place, and fidgets a lot, so she practised sleight of hand from a young age. It came in handy haha for thieving, but they’ve also become quite good at street magic. It’s not the real thing, of course, but it opens up busking as an option to earn coin (and get close enough to unsuspecting rich folks’ pockets in the process)

They specialize in street magic, which combines close-up, stage, and platform magic. They also do escapology (good at picking locks and getting out of sticky situations) and comedy magic (they don't shut up).

She has a lucky deck of cards that she usually shuffles and fidgets with.

As a trickster and magician, she tends to use tricks, jokes, and the unexpected in confrontations. They’re hard to catch, easy to miss—

Her fighting style is summarized by that one clip with RDJ as Sherlock where he keeps discombobulating his opponent (give or take ten hours).

Unlike my other MCs, Alon has no specific reservations about Monsters. It’s kind of hard to when you’ve been threatened, abused, and betrayed by humans your entire life. Like, at that point, what worse could a Monster do to you? Anything they try, you guarantee a non-Monster already attempted.

100% the kind of person to, at someone pointing a knife at them, go, “Well. This night just took a sharp turn.” or “What’re you gonna do, stab me? …Damn, they actually stabbed me.” *surprised pikachu face*

They have a knack for breaking into places they shouldn’t be, like a persistent raccoon that keeps finding its way into your trash or attic. Back with their old crew, she was usually the one who could squeeze into the tight spaces as the smallest thief. So yeah, the Senobium being locked to outsiders is a bit of a hiccup in her plans, but they’re not deterred.

You’d think Alon would be more reserved and distant because of their curse, but they’re actually a very physically affectionate person

Not to say they’re not cautious about it — she always keeps their hands bandaged or covered — she’s just found ways to give people physical affection without the use of her hands. They’d jokingly bump shoulders with someone. They’d lean on someone to physically comfort them. They nuzzle their head against their loved ones.

She doesn’t usually let strangers initiate physical contact, not necessarily because she’s uncomfortable with it, it’s usually for their own safety. Strangers don’t know them well enough to know her hands are off-limits. But if she’s known you for a while, she welcomes the physical exchanges.

They distance themself in their own ways. She hides pain or discomfort with jokes and charm. Good luck getting them to be serious about something she absolutely does not want to address.

Like their old crew’s betrayal. Some of them, they’ve known since they were a kid. They grew up together. And yet, when it came down to it, she wasn’t worth more to them than a fat purse of coin. “At least it was a fat purse of coin. Anything less and damn, they’d have really hurt my feelings!”

Direct questions about their cursed hands usually lead to jokes and misdirection, I wonder if you caught that, by the way:

“Want to tell me what’s up with the bandages?” “What bandages?” “Okay.”

“Pffft, you believe hands are real?”

“You’re looking at the aftermath of a super embarrassing tattoo I got one night while drunk as shit. Highly recommend the artist, though. Y'heard of Rahim?”

“Important piece of cooking advice, don’t put out grease fires with water! …Oh, that has nothing to do with my bandages, it’s just a good tip to remember.”

“I’m saving them for marriage.”

“Bad case of halitosis.” “That’s an oral condition.” “…Real bad case.”

Aside from that, she’s rather open and wears their heart on their sleeve for any potential new friend.

Eridia is a new beginning, a new world far away from the walls she's always known. It's supposed to be all she's ever wanted, but beyond the excitement of a new adventure, she feels so alone it's almost paralyzing.

They go back to the dream they've had since childhood, they go back to focusing on finding a cure, and they keep moving forward because if they stop for even a second for the grief and loneliness to catch up to them, they don't know if they'll survive it.

Her zodiac sign is Sagittarius

MBTI is ENFP

Enneagram is 7w6

I also updated their character playlist. I associate her with more energetic music, like electro swing, songs that you could hear someone running away from the guards to:

“Monsoon Nights” by Sekai no Owari

“One Jump Ahead” by Brad Kane

“All Star” by Smashmouth

“The Hand that Feeds” by The Crave Wives

“To Noise Making (Sing)” by Hozier

“Curses” by The Crane Wives

“Tears of a Clown” by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

“Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen

“Good Life” by OneRepublic

“Lost Boy” by Ruth B

“On Top of the World” by Greek Fire

“Good Riddance” Cover by Annapantsu ft. IdrysLTS

"Tavern Crawl" by Runesmith, JoCat, Annapantsu and friends Okay, I have, like, a vision. Alon is giving a tour through Eridia’s best spots. The first tavern is the Senobium’s gates. The second is Elyon's brothel (mostly because of the singer being unable to pay and how fitting “Rail-Away” is for a brothel). The third is the Seaspring (“Don’t be surprised by what lurks on inside and really, don’t fight it. Believe me, I tried.” to describe our pal Ocudeus). The last one is the Wet Wick and it’s their favourite because it’s got the Bloodhounds, always ready for a show (“This tavern’s my favourite, it’s got its own band, and they’re always more than happy to lend me a hand!”)

Here’s their new full character design!

I changed it from the original, which had a more swashbuckling pirate feel, since I wanted to incorporate more of the magician and performer aspects of Alon into their design. …It’s giving Wonka, lowkey. I did consider giving them a top hat but…yeah. XD

As with my other MCs, I incorporated their backstory symbol into their design. In Luneth, the Unnamed symbol is in her bodice. In Jin, the Alchemist symbol is in his medallion and spellbook. In Alon, the Hound symbol is in their cards.

I also tried to include the specific shapes of each backstory symbol in each MC so Jin’s design has a bunch of circles, Luneth’s has diamonds, and Alon has several triangles.

Here are the bios of my other Touchstarved MCs:

Luneth the Reluctant Unnamed

Jin the Abandoned Alchemist

#touchstarved #red spring studio #touchstarved game #touchstarved oc #touchstarved hound #alon the hound #alon the stray hound #my oc #my original character #character bio #character profile #traditional art #my art #if we assume that all my touchstarved mcs' clothes were given to them by kuras #we can tell who his favourite and least favourite is XD #alon's the only mc of mine who didn't listen to him in the demo and tried to get up immediately after he told them not to #I originally assigned them as my fail run mc so I can pick all the funny choices even if they're the wrong ones #it's why I make all the jokes like they have negative rizz and they're speedrunning toward vere's bad end #but then I liked the potential for them with mhin and I'm going to try really hard to get a good ending so #joke's on me I guess

[illuminatedquill]

Well, that was certainly a finale.

Initial thoughts below (SPOILERS AHEAD):

Ahsoka 1x08:

THE JEDI, THE WITCH, AND THE WARLORD

I’m a bundle of many emotions but first -

Look, nothing’s over. Okay? Filoni is clearly playing a long game here with these characters. So let’s all calm down and wait for the next season.

There was simply too much to show in this final episode for it to be satisfying on every front. I think, for the most part, he succeeded in ending this first season and setting up What Comes Next.

But I do feel like some of the character stuff was resolved a little too neatly, in my opinion.

There’s such potential in these relationships and I feel like Filoni was laser focused on getting the groundwork laid down for the future. And it’s Big.

(THE MORTIS GODS ON PERIDEA. ANAKIN FORCE GHOST. I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW IT.)

I’m not 100% pleased with where Sabine ended up and the fact that she just irrevocably altered the fabric of her home galaxy due to her decision seemed to have been glossed over by Ahsoka and STILL not found out by Ezra.

I mean, there’s HUGE ramifications from what she did. And I’m worried that none of it will be played out to it’s proper devastating conclusion.

Yet, I’m willing to let it slide because it’s clear that there will be more. So, we just have to wait.

Also, the exploration of why Sabine made her choice was never addressed. At least, not in a way that was satisfactory to me. Again, I’m hoping that’s explored in the future . . . but I don’t know.

Even Thrawn was confused about her decision! He couldn’t understand it. And this is Thrawn we’re talking about.

How can you not interpret everything Sabine did in this season as being driven by something more than just friendship. Even the casual fans picked up on it.

(It’s me! I’m the casual fan. Didn’t ship it before and then I saw the first Ahsoka trailer and it suddenly clicked.)

She officially cemented her place in the Disaster Lineage when she made the choice to hand over the map to Baylan! Gambled the fate of an entire galaxy just for the chance to see Ezra again!

That’s peak romance! Literally have not seen a character’s choice forever alter the future on a galactic scale of this magnitude since the main man, Anakin Skywalker, himself!

All for love!

And, yeah, I know the Wolfwren fans are pleased with Shin also being on Peridea. I know Filoni is on the record being against an Ezra/Sabine romance (at least during Rebels, which made sense at the time to me) but I don’t see that pairing being a thing.

We’ve gotten prime examples of healthy, loving, supportive romance from him: Sabine’s parents, Kanan and Hera, Ezra’s parents.

Shin would need to mellow out her murderous nature by 100% to be friends with Sabine. If that happens, I would be cool with it.

Don’t see her doing that anytime soon with her last scene being that. She’s too power hungry.

Other thoughts:

Fantastic battle scenes - highlight being the final duel between Morgan and Ashoka. She went out like a fighter.

Thrawn was excellent, as always. Lars Mikkelsen was born to play this role. His cold, calculating menace is balanced perfectly by some flickers of emotion here and there; the regret when he asked Morgan to stay and his annoyance at Ahsoka escaping his hellfire.

Eman is Ezra. Fantastic casting.

As for Natasha as Sabine . . .

I want more from her. Just more of her as Sabine, forever and always. Still my favorite character on the show. I think there’s more emotional depths to be explored (LIKE HER FEELINGS FOR EZRA) but I’m putting that on Filoni.

(. . . This post is a mess. Sorry for rambling. I’m sure a lot of you feel the same.)

Just want to emphasize that it’ll probably be fine. Nothing’s been decided, one way or the other. And the success of this season should hopefully guarantee more of these beloved characters on our screens soon enough.

And, well, there’s nothing a good fanfic can’t fix. I expect we’ll be seeing plenty of those after this.

#sabezra #ezra bridger #ezrabine #sabine wren #ahsoka #ahsoka show #star wars #star wars rebels #ahsoka show spoilers

[shuichi-sama]

[12:02AM]

It was without a doubt the stupidest idea yet, especially in the middle of the night. She should be in bed curled up into the comfort of her plush covers, not having to fret about waking up her strict parents with any sudden movement that could cause any loud noise, alarming them of her sneaking behind their back and she most certainly should be not worrying about falling onto the cold hard ground that was waiting for her at the bottom of the tree at this time of night. At the timethe pebbles had hit the side of her window luring her to her current state, she had thought back to how she lived her life til then never living on edge, always played the good girl for her parents, worked hard to get decent grades at school, staying at home and skipping out on teenage like activities, always been at home for curfew so what could be harm in breaking the rules just this once?

But as time ticked and she was still hanging onto her dear life from the tree, she was unsure if it was worth breaking the rules.

“Come on babe just let go.” The words yelled in a whisper trying to keep the noise to a minimum.

“I'm scared.” Your arms quivered from gripping the branch of the tree too hard, you wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up with splinters all over your arms.

Yeonjun looked up from the ground, his arms wide open waiting for your fall. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

“You said that during dodgeball and the ball hit me right in the face!”

“I said it was an accident!”

“You literally dodged the ball!” You began to get frustrated, your arms began to give up, you regret not being as active as you should have during PE, maybe from now on you’ll learn not to skip push-ups or any arm workouts for that matter.

Turning as much as you can to look down to the ground, you eyes widened. Seemingly it looked like you were 100 feet from the ground, but that was an exaggeration, you were just too pussy to jump. What if Yeonjun missed catching you and you landed face flat on the ground? Not only will you be dead but your parents will curse you and the blood they had to clean after.

Taking a deep breath you try to calm your nerves. You either had to choose to let go, or wait til your arms gave up. “Okay, I’m letting go.”

“That’s my girl.” Yeonjun held his arm out ready to catch you. “Don’t think about it too much and just let go.”

“Okay,” you reassured yourself everything would be fine, and repeated his words. “Don't think and just let go. Don’t think and just let go.”

Without another word, the tight grip you had around the tree became loose til your body began to feel the descent of gravity doing its job. Yeonjun, who had been waiting down below, stiffened his posture waiting for the blow of your body coming in contact with his. Just as you fall right into his arms, he catches you by your waist, while another arm scoops your leg. Your eyes had remained closed, arms pulled to your chest in anticipation for the fall, only when you heard a small huff and the feeling of Yeonjun chest pressed against you and his tone arms around you, did you actually open your eyes.

”There’s my girl.” Yeonjun said.

“Never doubted you for a second.” You joked, laughing slightly as his eyes rolled. Yeonjun continues to walk with you in his arms straight to his slightly beaten down car.

“Yeonjun I can walk you know?”

“Sorry princess, but your night and shining armor will take you to your carriage.” He says placing you down in front of the door, even going as far as opening the door for you.

“What kind of knight and shining armor makes his princess sneak out of her castle, hmm?” He closes the door as you prop your feet into his car, you look at him through the rolled down window of his vehicle that was always impossible to roll back up due to the broken button.

“One that is dark, mysterious, and a rebel in love.” He smirked, winking at your directions, before walking around the front of the car to get to the driver seat.

When you first met Yeonjun, he certainly seemed like everything he had described. Dark as he almost always dressed in darker attire, mysterious mostly keeping to himself or his small group of his friends and a rebel, always going against anything that he didn’t agree with. He was deemed a bad boy who was nothing but a bad influence but after your world collided with his he was nothing what people made him out to be. He was sweet, bright and caring, once you got to know him. He was filled with a lot of love even if he lacked receiving it frowning up.

Feeling the car dip down, you turn to Yeonjun as he turns the engine on, looking at you with a soft smile. It was then you realized the eyebrow slit that adorned his face. You moved his hair away from his forehead to get a better view.

“You got an eyebrow slit?” You were mesmerized and certainly confused you had seen him earlier and he didn’t have it at the time, probably gotten it after school. He looked good, too good.

“Yea, you like it?” He asked. “I wanted you to see it.”

“I like it, I really like it.” You confessed, slightly touching it.

“I’m glad.” Reaching over you unexpectedly moving your hand away, he cups the back of your neck pulling you towards him, his body looming over the car’s storage compartment to reach your lips and capturing them in a kiss leaving you breathless no matter how delicate it was.

Pulling away, he smiled to himself buckling in quickly all the while you were still winded by the sudden kiss. “You ready?”

Only nodding your head and buckling yourself, you smile as Yeonjun drives away from your driveway into the night.

#choi yeonjun x you #kpop scenarios #kpop imagine #kpopau #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt au #yeonjun x reader #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #choi yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun scenarios #kpop angst #tomorrow x together au #txt #txt imagine #kpopfanfic

[nectar-cellar]

OC Ask: Amir & Dani

i did a cute little couples photoshoot for them 🥺 i imagined they came into the “studio” and sat down and answered the questions together, like an interview. i made dani do more of the talking bc i rarely feature them in my posts.

their answers below 💕 thank you for the ask, jade!!!

warning: it’s a really long cheesy dialogue 🙈

Q: Where did you meet?

Dani: We met in college. It was the first day of English 100, a prerequisite class we all had to take. I was sitting alone at the back of the lecture hall because I didn’t know anyone, and I was too shy to talk to other people. This tall guy walked in and came all the way to the back row and sat down, a few seats away from me. I remember feeling so relieved I wasn’t going to be sitting alone anymore, and so terrified because he was really, really hot. 

Amir: I went to the back because I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I remember being disappointed you had already taken a spot there, and worse, you were so cute, I knew it was going to be impossible to ignore you.

Dani: Eventually, we started talking.

Amir: It took me a few days to work up the courage to talk to her.

Dani: I can’t believe we spent that first week sitting next to each other, acting like the other person didn’t exist. 

Amir: I was trying not to look at you because your beauty was too distracting. 

Dani: I was so annoyed that you were sitting in the same row as me, instead of somewhere else, because I couldn’t check you out without turning my entire head, and it would’ve been so obvious. 

Amir: Here’s a secret. I came to class late every day so I could look at you on my way to the back of the room.  

Dani: He’d come to class late and then ask me what he had missed. That was always his excuse to sit next to me and talk to me. 

Amir: Classic move. It worked like a charm.

Dani: I really didn’t think he would’ve noticed me. I looked a little different back then. I never wore makeup, I never wore nice clothes. I was... in a weird time in my life.

Amir: You looked beautiful then, and you look beautiful now.

Q: What do you love best about each other?

Dani: Good question.

Amir: You start.

Dani: I already went first for the last one! Okay, fine. Here it goes.

Dani: I love how patient you are with me. I love how you’re always there for me when I need you. I love how you’ll stay on the phone with me for hours, and you remember all the random little things I’ve ever told you. You care about me and you show it through your actions. I know I can always count on you. You have such a big heart, even though you don’t like to show it. That’s what I love the most about you: how you love so deeply.  

Dani: Your turn.

Amir: I love how you accept me for who I am. I love how I can talk to you about anything. You don’t judge me. You don’t tell me what I should do, or who I should be; you just listen. I can be vulnerable with you. You make me feel like I matter, like I’m worth something. You make me want to be a better person.

Amir: I don’t know. I’m not good with words. 

Dani: You’re amazing. There’s no one else quite like you.

Amir: You’re the most important thing to me. Don’t cry, my angel.

Dani: I’m crying because you’re crying!

#underdressed bf overdressed gf 🙄 #this was a rly good char dev writing exercise 🥺🥺🥺 #its literally so cheesy whatever idc i live for ROMANCE and TENDERNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!! #im so obsessed with theeeeem *screams* #i cant b normal about them

[grailfinders]

Fate & Phantasms #311: Faerie Knight Tristan

gosh, today’s episode of Fate and Phantasms is just so sad- Tristan, play Despacito. wait, that’s not Tristan, it’s today’s focus Faerie Knight Tristan, a.k.a. Baobhan Sith. She’s a Whispers Bard to play some creepy music and impersonate humans as well as an Enchantment Wizard to learn some life-draining magicks from your momma.

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

next up: and the winds would cry, and many men would die, and all the waves would bow down to the- wait, no, wrong fish woman.

Ancestry and Background

apparently “Baobhan Sith” means “baboon of peace” in Gaelic- at least that’s what google translate had to say about it- but that doesn’t really help us pick a lineage, does it? I mean there’s the hadozee, but uh… no.

you learn creepy magic from Morgan though, so Hexblood should work fine. you even become a Fey! I don’t think you’re short enough for the small size, but you do get +2 Charisma and +1 Dexterity, as well as an Ancestral Legacy for some skill proficiencies. grab Animal Handling for your riding skill and Deception to become an imposter among us. funny meme joke.  

you have 60’ of Darkvision and can create an Eerie Token by pulling out a part of yourself as a bonus action, making a tiny item that lasts the rest of the day. with it, you can send out a Telepathic Message to its holder over a 10 mile distance as an action, or you can begin Remote Viewing for a minute to see and hear from the token’s position. the latter destroys the token, but the former is free.

you can use Hex Magic using your Intelligence to cast Disguise Self and Hex once per day each for free, or by using spell slots. So technically the bard levels aren’t 100% necessary, but I think having to hurt someone to disguise as them is more in-character. it’s certainly a good excuse!

As a Knight of the Order, you have proficiency with Persuasion and History.

Ability Scores

your highest score is in Intelligence, since you have literally the most busted magic tutor known to man. second to that is Charisma, mostly because you’re kind of terrifying, but also because your faerie type is really good at disguising itself. third is Dexterity. we’re not getting an actual bow to use, but you’re good at strumming and balancing- both are dexterity. your Constitution isn’t that great, but you eat the life force of others so it shouldn’t be that hard to stay topped up. your Wisdom’s a little low on account of you indulging so much, and we’re dumping Strength. that’s more Barghest’s role.

Class Levels

1. Bard 1: starting off as a bard bumps up your Dexterity and Charisma saves, as well as giving you proficiency in three skills of your choice. grab Performance to play some really sharp notes and History and Intimidation to be a scary noble.

speaking of notes, at level one you can use your Bardic Inspiration to give an ally a d6 they can use to improve an attack, save, or check they make in the next minute. you can do this Charisma Modifier times per day as a bonus action.

you also learn some Spells. once you become a wizard we won’t go over all of them, but bards are usually more restrained. grab True Strike to hopefully aim a bit, Minor Illusion and Disguise Self to impersonate loved ones, Bane for a fun little curse right off the bat, Feather Fall to glide a little to make your animations easier to pull off, and Animal Friendship for your riding skills.

2. Bard 2: second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, adding half your proficiency bonus to all skill checks you make that don’t already add it. I’m not sure if tutors exist in faerie england, but if they do you have one.

you can also use a Song of Rest to add some extra healing to your party’s short rests. this is probably the most out of character SoR’s ever been, but having extra HP on hand to suck up is never bad.

finally, you can Detect Magic. proper magic’s rare in the Feywild, but you’re good at figuring it out.

3. Bard 3: third level bards can join a college, and in the college of Whispers you can get real creepy thanks to your Words of Terror. if you talk to someone alone for a minute, you can force them to make a wisdom save. if they fail, they’re frightened of you or another creature for up to an hour, or until it or its friends get attacked in its sight. if they succeed, they don’t know you even tried anything, and you can do this once per short rest.

you can also spend your inspiration on some Psychic Blades- once per round when you hit a creature with a weapon attack they take psychic damage. we’re not getting bow proficiency, but if you really want it you can use an epee or crossbow.

you also gain Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus in Performance and Intimidation.

you can also create a Cloud of Daggers- not for any particular reason, just feels right.

4. Bard 4: are you fey enough yet? I don’t think so. let’s get Fey Touched to fey a little more every dey. dae. whatever. with this feat, you round up your Intelligence, and can cast Misty Step or Command once a day for free, or by spending regular spell slots. that’s how ruling works, right? force everyone to do what you say?

you can also stab people so hard they’re stuck in place with Hold Person, or just make fun of them with Vicious Mockery. that’s fun too.

5. Bard 5: fifth level bards get supercharged inspiration, their dice growing to d8s and also by becoming a Font of Inspiration to regain their uses on short rests. that also gives you another die of damage with psychic blades btw.

you also finally learn the truest way to govern: Tongues! now you can understand and speak all languages for an hour, so everyone can understand your commands! yay!

6. Bard 6: sixth level bards can countercharm but we’re here for the Mantle of Whispers. when you kill a humanoid within 30’ of you, you can steal their shadow that lasts for the rest of the day. if you use the shadow, you transform into that person for up to an hour. not only does that change your face, but you learn any information about that person they’d freely give away. you can take a shadow this way once per short rest. I’ve only found one book series that actually gives baobhan siths this power but damn if it isn’t cool.

you can also cast Major Image this level, mostly because there isn’t anything else we really want from the bard list.

7. Wizard 1: now that we’ve got your existence down, it’s time to learn. as a wizard you can learn a lot of Spells that you cast using your intelligence. you don’t get to use all of them at once though, preparing a couple each day from your spell book. to help you cast more spells, you can use an Arcane Recovery once per day to recharge a few spell slots over your short rest.

you get a ton of spells each level, so we’re not going over everything here. still, grab basics like Mage Armor and Magic Missile for some music notes that never miss and the ability to fight in your best dress.

you can also Find Familiar to locate a grimalkin, since you have a skill that does that, for some reason. and I thought I randomly tack shit onto builds…

8. Wizard 2: second level wizards pick their specialty, and as an Enchantment wizard you’re an Enchantment Savant, halving the price and time it takes for you to copy enchantment spells. backups are always important if you want to keep all your spells, so stock up!

you can also use one of the most powerful shutdowns in the game, Hypnotic Gaze. you can force a creature in melee range to make a wisdom save against your spell save DC- if they fail, they’re charmed for a round, or until they take damage or you move away. the big part of this is that you can spend each turn maintaining the effect without another save. so yeah, if you’re alone with someone you can sit them down until they die of dehydration, and there’s nothing they can do about it. also you can do this once per day per creature, so keep that in mind.

9. Wizard 3: third level wizards get second level spells, and you get your first life-sucking option, Wither and Bloom. you force a constitution save on a bunch of creatures, dealing some necrotic damage if they fail. one creature who is also in the area can spend a hit die to heal up, using your spell modifier as a bonus. it’s not super strong, but hey it’s a second level slot.

10. Wizard 4: fourth level wizards get their first Ability Score Improvement, so bump up that Intelligence for better everything we care about. you can also use a Mind Spike now! it’s not a literal spike for your heels, but it’s pretty creepy. if the creature fails their wisdom save they take damage and you can track them down for up to an hour, even if they’re invisible.

11. Wizard 5: with your third level spells, you can pick up a more traditional bloodsucking spell, Vampiric Touch. touch someone, vampire, them, pretty self-explanatory.

12. Wizard 6: sixth level enchanters have an Instinctive Charm to them that makes people want to hurt them less. specifically, you can react to an attack to force a wisdom save against the attacker- if they fail, they have to attack someone else. you can do this as much as you like, but when an attacker saves you can’t use it on them again until tomorrow.

you can also use Spirit Shroud now, because god knows you haven’t been creepy enough already.

…wait, so the hypnotic gaze sets an enemy’s speed to 0, and this reduces their speed by 10’… how does someone having negative speed even work??? do they start reversing through time? moonwalking everywhere? whatever it is it sounds fun, ask your DM about it.

13. Wizard 7: seventh level wizards get fourth level spells. your Black Tentacles are supposed to come out of your back, but they attack anything that gets in range so maybe hold off on the character acting this time around.

14. Wizard 8: use this ASI to bump up your Dexterity to die less quickly. you can also use Leomund’s Secret Chest to hide stuff from even your mother. probably.

15. Wizard 9: ninth level wizards get fifth level spells, like your most powerful lifesucking spell Enervation. it’s like witch bolt, but you suck up life at the same time. it’s also got a much longer range, so it’s actually usable.

16. Wizard 10: at level ten you can Split Enchantment, so leveled enchantment spells that usually hit one target can now hit two. why dominate one person when you can hit two? polyamory for the win!

17. Wizard 11: your spells past this point are just cool wizard stuff. turns out having the lostbelt king as your mother comes with some serious perks! Soul Cage lets you be sadistic to people you’ve already killed, very spooky, and True Seeing will help you look past the other fae’s bull.

18. Wizard 12: bump up your Dexterity again for a tougher AC, and better offense if you ever use that bow properly. I don’t know why you would when you can blast people with a  Circle of Death, but maybe it’s a matter of taste.

19. Wizard 13: when we finally get seventh level spell, you can pull out your noble phantasm, the Finger of Death. pick a creature, force a constitution save, deal an ungodly amount of necrotic damage if they fail. any humanoid killed this way also comes back as a zombie, how fun!

20. Wizard 14: with your ultimate level you gain the enchanter’s ultimate ability- Alter Memories. when you enchant one or more creatures, you can alter one of their memories so they don’t realize they were charmed. on top of that, once per spell you can use an action to wipe a creature’s memory while they were charmed. if they fail their intelligence save they’ll forget up to 4 hours of time they spent enchanted. use the court politics to your advantage, and nobody will ever notice your hand pushing things into place, not even the people you’re pushing.

also you can cast Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion now, because why not travel everywhere in style?

Pros and Cons

Pros:

your charisma skills are solid, and that’s before we get into all the ways you use magic to mess with people. basically, if you’re alone in the room with someone there’s no way it’s a good thing for them.

you’ve got spells on spells, with slot recharging, free spells, and spell-like abilities giving you plenty of options to keep things interesting. plus bards have some great bonus action spell options if you want ‘em, so you can keep busy even while using your Hypnotic Gaze or Enervation.

you’re weirdly tough. your AC is decent enough, especially for a wizard, and you can use fear or magic to make yourself even harder to hit. when you do get hit, you still have plenty of ways to heal yourself, usually while also hurting the enemy at the same time.

Cons:

even if you can heal, your low HP can still be a problem. if someone so much as sneezes on you, you’ll be in Power Word Kill range. thankfully you’ve got that big ol’ tank to fall back on, so as long as you don’t have to stand right next to the enemy, you’re all set! Hypnotic Gaze has a range of what now?

while you can make some serious waves with the spells you have, it’s no secret that missing out on level 9 spells always hurts. upcasting Dominate Person to warp the minds of two people for a day is cool, but so is Wish, which can do a lot more.

a lot of your options feel a little… one note. you deal damage, but it’s almost all necrotic. you do debuffs, but they’re almost all charm or fear. it’s not hard to imagine you’ll have trouble with high-level enemies.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Baobhan Sith #wizard #bard

[baby-bunny-san]

Little Rabbit’s Love Is Mine: Gilbert X Clavis

SPOILER WARNING!

Everything below belongs to Cybird

Translation not correct entirely

(....I’m really in trouble)

It’s a letter from an unknown sender.

The destination is the place where Sariel is.

(It’s hard for a prince from another country to stay in the castle, but to think that something like this would happen…).

???: ------,…. Emma

Emma: Whaaaa---

While I was walking and wondering what to do, I suddenly bumped into something.

After taking a few steps back and looking up, there was the prince with a suspicious smile.

Clavis: What’s wrong, are you thinking while walking?

Emma: Clavis, I’m sorry!!

Clavis: Haha, don’t worry. I’m glad you bumped into me.

???: What are you saying? Even if Little Rabbit bumps into me, I’ll take her gently.

(.…!!)

Looking awkwardly the one next to Clavis, It is Prince Gilbert.

(Why are Clavis and Gilbert together?)

When I looked at Gilbert, I felt a conditional reflex and my body cramped, and I unconciously took a few steps back.

At the same time, the letter slipped out of my hand.

Gilbert: Thanks for your continued response. By the way, what is this?

Emma: ah…..

Gilbert picked up the letter and opened the seal.

Clavis, who was next to him, also peered at the letter and burst out loud.

Clavis: Hahaha….I can’t believe, Is that a love letter?

Emma: ah…..

Gilbert: “I can’t help but love you so much, today’s evening I’ll be waiting for you at the gazebo.”

Gilbert: Haha… Little bunny is popular, isn’t she?

Emma: This is no laughing matter. This person… This is not the first time he sent me letter.

Gilbert: I see the fright in your eyes, there must have been quite a few? At first, you didn’t ask anyone because it was a private letter and you thought you could handle it by yourself. However, the content escalated more and more, and gradually you was asked to meet face to face. Finally, you got scared and went to see the devil bureaucrat.

(Everything corrects)

The insight that sees 100 with 1 information makes my throat tight.

Clavis: Haha, you’re creepier than this third-rate stalker. Emma seems want to say that.

Emma: Clavis!!??

Gilbert: What? Little Bunny, are you picking a fight with me?

Emma: No, it’s a misunderstanding!

Clavis: If you want to get rid of stigma, this matter is for you.

Emma: That’s why I didn’t say a single word!

Gilbert: Ahaha, Little bunny is rough with people. But, It’s okay.

Emma: No….eh

(What now…....)

Gilbert: I will solve Little Bunny’s trouble. I want to be kind with my friend.

Clavis: Of course I will go with you, too. Gentlemen don’t leave troubled woman alone.

(Will Gilbert and Clavis consult me?)

(That kind of----)

Emma: No, please refrain from doing so!

(That is definitely going to be a bad thing!)

Imagining that a fun-loving criminal and a great villain would work together to solve my trouble, I can’t help but feel sick.

Clavis: Haha… What, don’t hold back. It’s me and you, isn’t it?

Emma: What kind of relationship did I have with Clavis?

Gilbert: Of course you won’t refuse my offer, right?

Emma: uh…..

(If it’s just Clavis, it’s fine, but if Gilbert is there, I can’t escape)

Gilbert: However, the solution is quite simple. It’s not as difficult as you think.

Emma: Really?

(I have a bad feeling of it)

Clavis: That’s right. It’s not something to rely on the devil minister. You should consult me sooner. Well, are you embarrased?

Emma: How did you come up with such an idea?

Gilbert: Haha, don’t you get it? That’s what Clavis wants to say. Little bunny, I’ll be your lover.

Emma:…..

(ah, I see…. so that’s what it is)

Is it very effective to say that you already have a lover as a countermeasure against suspicious letters?

Especially if the opponent is a prince, normal person would withdraw.

Gilbert and Clavis seemed to be saying that they will play the role of my lover.

(My apologies to those who sent me letters).

Clavis: Of course you’ll choose me, right?

Emma: eh…..

Clavis lifted my hand and kissed my fingertips reverently like a prince.

Gilbert: No, it’s me, isn’t it? I think I can help you better than Clavis!

Gilbert, on the other hand, lifted a lock of my hair and wrapped it around his finger.

(What, this situation…..)

Gilbert: If you become my woman, no one will come near you, right?

Clavis: Haha, let alone the stalker, no one in the court will get close to you.

Gilbert: Look, it’s all about benefits for Little Rabbit.

(No, the disadvantages are clearly greater!)

Even if it was a lie, I felt like that if I pretended to be lovers with Gilbert, It would be irreversible.

Clavis: Are you sure about that? I’m a handsome prince that everyone yearns for. There is no doubt that you will be looked at with envy, you are a happy person, aren’t you?

(If I become Clavis’s lover, it’s going to turn out to be scary)

Clavis is a prince who has a troublesome hobby called Lelouch Trap. Pitfalls, wheat bombs, banana peels, etc... are routinely scattered throughout the court.

I honestly can’t handle it.

(Gilbert’s notoriety is even worse, but Clavis’s notoriety is also famous in this castle, isn’t it?)

Gilbert: well, it’s look like you can’t choose in that state?

Clavis: why? I thought there was nothing to worry about.

Emma: …..hmm….. Is there a better way than pretending to be lover?

Both Gilbert and Clavis: NO.

Emma: Is that so?

(These two are totally amused).

Neither Clavis’s grin nor Gilbert’s grin seems to be worrying about me.

Gilbert: If you can’t choose, how about the one who acts more like a lover becomes your lover?

My hand was suddenly pulled, and my back hit a pillar nearby.

When I thought about it, Gilbert put his hand on the pillar and deprived me of a place to escape.

(.……………..What?)

The blood-colored eye, reminiscent of death, was right there.

Rather than Gilbert’s elegant features, I was more focused on that, and my heart was beating fast.

Gilbert: Haha, were you surprised?

Emma:…...

Gilbert: This closeness, it’s like a lover, isn’t it?

Emma: Would you say that you are like a sweetheart? I thought you were going to kill me.

Gilbert: Ahaha, no, there’s no way I would kill my lover. I don’t know if you look at another man.

(It’s more like a threat than pretending to be a lover).

Clavis: I see, I see that you are not very accustomed to treating women.

Clavis rescued me from being surrounded by Gilbert’s arms.

The relief was brief, bacause Clavis hugged my waist, and our body temperature overlapped.

Clavis: My lover, open your mouth?

Emma: Before that, what are you holding in your hand?

In order to avoid being deceived by the bewitching atmosphere, Clavis is holding a pink medicine bottle in his hand.

Clavis: Haha, don’t worry. This is just a love potion.

Emma: Is that so? Love potion------ Who do you think would drink something like that?

When I pushed his chest as hard as I could, Clavis easily let me go.

Clavis: Mmm, in other word, you are already in love with me without a love potion. Speaking of which, I have no choice but to play the role of your lover, right?

Gilbert: Bunny-san, you look amazing. Alter all, I am better than him, am I?

Clavis: No, there is no curtain for you to leave. Do you love me, Emma?

Gilbert: You love me more, right?

(These people…..)

Both Gilbert and Clavis are completely enjoying my reaction.

(I feel like staying here won’t solve anything).

The people I consulted with were too bad.

Emma: Thanks for your concern.

But, after all, I can’t bother you two.

Emma: ah!!

Both Clavis and Gilbert: ….….??

The two of them turned their head in the direction I pointed.

(Now! Sorry!!)

I ran away from the place like a rabbit, wondering if I could get any more of it.

Gilbert: Ah, she escaped.

Gilbert laughingly shook his shoulders at Emma, who quickly disappeared like a rabbit.

Clavis: I never thought she would fall for such a classic method.

Gilbert: Well, it’s fine to escape. “This” is in my hands.

Gilbert fluttered and held the envelope he had stolen from Emma.

Clavis: Are you going to do it?

Gilbert: Yeah, it looks interesting. And this kind of guy--- It’s better to put himself in pain.

(AT THE GAZEBO)

Servant: Urgh…ah……

Gilbert: Good afternoon, are you the sender of this letter?

Clavis: Hmmm, you were famous for your bad taste with women. I thought you would do something to her someday.

Under the sky that was dyed red, the man was laying down with his face buried in the petals that were scatterd on the ground.

….. To be more precise, his back was trampled by the Prince of Darkness.

The princes appeared in the buckwheat garden. Without warning, he attacked a man hiding in a hedge, knocking him to the ground.

Gilbert: You know what we’re trying to say, right?

Clavis: In the first place, isn’t your confession a bit too passionate?

Clavis gleefully rummaged through the man’s pockets. What came out was a medicine bottle, handcuffs, and a rusty key.

Gilbert: Ahaha, you came up with something amazing. Hey, what were you planning to use this for?

Servant: …….ah……...

Gilbert: I’m sorry that I can’t talk to you anymore.

Clavis: Hey, I’ll answer for you. Summon Emma, drug her, lock her in a nearby storage shed, and handcuff her. I knew that all the woman you had your eye on would submit their resignations.

Gilbert: You seem to have a peculiar propensity. Are you the type to take pleasure in bullying women and gaining an advantage over them?

Servant: ………..

Gilbert: There are people like that. Actually, they were in my country. Well, all of them died, ahaha!!

Servant: .…..forgive me…….

Clavis: Somehow, I will submit my resignation letter today. Okay, I’ll accept it. Unlike some other country, this is a country ruled by a merciful king. But if you want to leave the castle, you should do it quickly.

Clavis: We are not the only princes who care about the Little Rabbit, are we?

Before he could finish speaking, the man got up and hurriedly left the garden. Seeing that figure fled into the court without turning around even once, Gilbert burst into laughter.

Gilbert: I see. The real culprit is Clavis.

Clavis: Haha, what are you talking about?

Gilbert: I’m confused. You knew he was that kind of guy all along, didn’t you? But you can’t be charged with a crime if you don’t have physical evidence. So you use people to spread rumors like this. The woman who recently came to the castle seems to be so beautiful that even the princes respects her.

Clavis: ……….

Gilbert: That kind of guy wants to target women who stand out. Because the purpose is to enjoy a sense of superiority. The poor bug who fell for your schemes ended up doing it like this. I made Bunny-san look at me because I expected her to consult someone before something big happened. That’s because if the story reaches the devil bureaucrat, the victory is already certain. You were also watching over Bunny-san, weren’t you? To be able to help immediately if something happened. Fufu… your methods are still sweet as usual, aren’t they?

Clavis: Seriously, when I talk to you, I feel like I’m dealing with Chevalier.

Clavis makes a bitter face and kept the “physical evidence” in his pocket, Gilbert shrugged his shoulders.

Gilbert: Your hated brother should not get involved in such a thing.

Clavis: That’s right. You’re surprisingly kind to Little Rabbit, aren’t you?

Gilbert: Well, it’s because she’s my friend. Not only Bunny-san, I’m kind to you too, am I?

Clavis: Haha, I don’t know. Your kindness is the same as poison. I was pampered, but in the end, I was made to dance like a doll.

Gilbert: For example, like you are now?

Clavis: …………..

Gilbert: Haha, just kidding.

Letting out a refreshing laugh into the twilight sky, Gilbert sat down on a chair in the gazebo. Clavis, on the other hand, leans against the railing and never approaches the beast.

It was a sense of distance that hid the fealings behind the pleasure.

Gilbert: Then let’s get to the main topic. Here’s the answer to Emma’s little question “Why are they together?”. It’s different from that man, it’s a trick, isn’t it?

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