#this one is more rendered in the others but he’s too beautiful to not fully render bro 😭

[formulanni]

Lewis Hamilton as The Emperor Tarot:

The Emperor tarot card symbolizes the ultimate male ego and absolute ruler of the world, with a sign of sterility of regulation and unyielding power. This card is often associated with a strong sense of authority, control, and structure. It can also represent a need for order and stability in one's life. It is your hard work, discipline and self control that have bought you this far.

#lewis hamilton #lh44 #team lh44 #mercedes #f1 fanart #mercedes f1 #f1 #formula 1 #f1blr #formula one #f1 art #this one is more rendered in the others but he’s too beautiful to not fully render bro 😭 #he’s so hard to draw he’s to pretty #anyways king/emperor/goat = Lewis #was gonna make one of his championship winning cars his “throne but I couldn’t find good side pics 😭 #ne ways #the lovers are next 🫣😳 #annie’s art #formula one fanart #formula 1 fanart #f1 tarot #f1 rpf #tarot card art #the emperor #the emperor tarot #formulanni

[candyhartes]

sweet nothing

s: you & sanji share an intimate moment after skypiea

cw: none; fluff

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the tiny bathroom was designed to hold no more than more person yet sanji sat on the sink counter using it as his personal ash tray with you standing directly between his legs where he comfortably rests his thighs against your hips, one hand lazily gripping your waist. a slightly battered cigarette laying between his chapped and scabbed lips, using his free hand to occasionally hold his cigarette.

the sound of the strong waves crashing against the going merry, the creaking caused by the wood shifting against each other and the buzzing from the small lamp above sanji’s head is heard inside the quiet room. nami had stated that the strong winds and rain were nothing to be alarmed of, however even in the grand line nothing was for certain so she volunteered for first watch in case things got too unsettling.

sanji’s shirt thrown across the closed toilet seat with his chest exposed fully covered in bandages as you begin to carefully remove them. your fingers delicately sliding across his back and careful not to disturb the burns that litter his skin. anytime you accidentally graze them sanji tenses and uses it as an opportunity to take a hit from his cigarette, masking his pain through sharp inhales as a way to distract you from his pain he’d hate to see his lover worry over his own mistakes.

the balm chopper made is to be applied twice a day so the burns won’t scar and relieve him of any lingering pain. you scoop some in your hand, glancing up at sanji with an apologetic expression, “i’m sorry, this might sting a little.”

“it’s nothing i can’t handle,” he smiles softly giving your waist a squeeze of reassurance. the second your hand meets his chest he’s quick to bring the cigarette back to his lips inhaling sharply. you look back at him feeling incredibly useless but he’s looking away from you, his eyes flickering from the door to the wall before he exhales the smoke above your head so you aren’t breathing it in.

you return your gaze to his chest finding choppers balm amazing as it’s been slowly causing his burns to disappear. you smile to yourself before remembering just exactly how he got in this situation. eneru mercilessly striking both usopp and sanji more than once rendering them almost completely useless, and once again striking sanji with full force after saving nami from his ship.

your movements had unconsciously slowed which peaked sanji’s interest, your eyes matched the storms of outside; dark and brewing. your soft features that he absolutely adored turned sharp and frightening yet even your anger had a hinge of sadness as your lips downturned into a pout, quivering slightly at whatever thoughts your mind is forming.

before he could ask what’s wrong, you’re already turning to look up at him his heart dropping at what he recognized as anger turning out to be grief, the familiar shine in your eyes as you attempt to blink away the tears that you’re so frantically keeping back. he’s quick to throw out his cigarette and placing both of his hands on your cheeks with concern, his thumbs running soothing circles to calm you down. “hey, what’s wrong sweet girl?”

“i’m sorry!” through your choked sobs, quivering lip, and the horrible lump in your throat you’re finally able to speak up. you want nothing more than lean into his chest and apologize over and over again for being nowhere near him during his fight with eneru. if only you hadn’t run along with robin, you could’ve helped sanji and usopp. you were far from the strongest but you’re still able to hold your own. you push yourself back but sanji’s stubborn grip prevents you from slipping away from him, instead he’s wiping your tears away and stroking your hair. “i should’ve been there. i could’ve helped you.”

“hey-“ he pulls you back so you’re looking at him, his eyes are hard and disappointed not at you rather himself for letting someone as beautiful as yourself to worry over someone like him. he gives you a soft smile, “you did everything and more with robin. stop worrying your pretty little head over meat heads like us.”

“but-“

“and who knows, maybe i got hurt so i can keep you all to myself,” sanji hums, his hand slowly moving back down to you cheek. his cold fingers stroking your cheek lightly with a dazed expression; lovesick eyes as he flickers from your eyes to your lips. zoro would have laughed and insulted his dopey face with how ridiculous he looks but he didn’t care and neither did you. he leans in slightly, “who else would strip me naked to rub balm on me? i’m in heaven.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his words, the atmosphere brightening almost instantly. his words of reassurance going straight to your heart. rather than playing into his tease, you lean into his hand planting a small kiss on his palm. “i’m sure chopper wouldn’t mind helping you but you really shouldn’t hurt yourself, who else would feed us?”

“blind and deaf with one or two arms, ill always make sure to give you everything you deserve,” sanji claims, his eyes turning into hearts at your actions, ignoring the mention of chopper rubbing the balm on him. the sound of your soft laughter and his attempts of stealing kisses from you ring throughout the hallway of the going merry, replacing what was once quiet.

note. truth be told, i’ve been avoiding my homework by writing which explains two post in less than a week. i should probably focus on school … also i really love skypiea and couldn’t help myself. p.p.s taylor’s sweet nothing really set the mood for this which is why it’s so short.

#juliewrites #one piece drabble #one piece imagine #one piece #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #sanji drabble #sanji fluff #sanji fanfic

[weareapackofstrays]

Banana Pancakes

Genre: Idol au, Smut, Fluff

Pairing: Han Jisung x F!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Unprotected Sex. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 1,609

Summary: You enjoy a relaxing Saturday together with your boyfriend, Han Jisung, after spending weeks apart.

"Lady, lady love me ‘cause I love to lay here lazy. We could close the curtains pretend like there's no world outside."

Sunbeams peek through the white curtains and cascade across the floor before landing on your face. You reluctantly open an eye to inspect your surroundings. The sound of songbirds chirping outside rouses you fully from your sleep as you realize it’s the morning. Stretching your arms above your head, you register the warmth of another body beside you. An arm is draped lazily over your bare stomach. Gentle, rhythmic puffs of air tickle the back of your neck. You carefully shift your body to face the sleeping man beside you. His hold tightens as he unconsciously pulls you toward him and resumes his soft snores. His lips are parted in a pout. Looking over his sleeping features, you almost pinch yourself, unable to believe he was finally here. It had been weeks since the two of you had seen each other due to his busy schedule and were grateful for his time off. You trace your finger down the bridge of his nose to stir him. It takes a few tries, but he finally wrinkles his face in response to your touch. He opens his eyes and quickly shuts them as the sun blinds him. You clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle your giggles.

“Wakey, wakey sleepy head,” you coo while brushing his hair back.

Jisung lets out a dramatic whine. “Five more minutes, baby.” His body goes rigid as he stretches. You start to pout, eager to spend time together. You try to tickle him, but he rolls onto your body, pinning you down and rendering your arms immobile. He burrows his face into your neck and places a soft kiss on your skin. After wiggling your arms free, you wrap them around his broad back and rub gently up and down his spine. 

“What if I make you pancakes?” You whisper into his ear. This gets his attention.

He lifts his head up a little, one eye squinting. “With bananas?” Jisung asks sleepily, excitement evident in his tone. 

“Of course.” That wakes him up officially. He pushes himself up onto his palms to look down at you. His big boba eyes sweep over your face reacquainting himself and he smiles. It’s like looking at you for the first time, every time. 

“Morning, beautiful.” Jisung kisses the tip of your nose. You return his smile and squeeze him tight. He moves you both onto your sides and you bury your face into his bare chest. You place a few kisses on his sternum then move up to his neck. He groans as you softly suck the sensitive spot just below his jaw. Jisung attempts to kiss you, but you lightly push him away and stand. Disappointed, he tries to grab you and pull you back to the bed to finish what you started.

“Ah, ah.” You say teasingly while wagging your finger at him. “Pancakes.” He grumbles, but concedes. You look around for something to wear and grab Jisung’s t-shirt on the floor. He had discarded it in a rush when you were finally reunited last night. Jisung watches as you walk into your kitchen and search around for ingredients. He props himself onto his elbows and admires your figure as you reach for the top cupboard, giving him a little show of your ass. He bites his lip as heat rushes to his groin.

As you start to mix the ingredients for your pancakes, Jisung wraps his arms around your waist and pecks your cheek. “I really missed you, baby.” His voice is deep and still hoarse from sleeping, which makes your middle tighten. 

You turn around and hug him back. “I missed you too.” He hums and releases you. 

“Can I put some music on?” You nod and get back to baking. Jisung walks over to your record player and fingers through the options. He finally settles on a selection and throws the needle on. The soft, jazzy tones of Chet Baker fills your small apartment. A perfect start to a Saturday morning. 

The scent of bananas, butter, and syrup signals that breakfast is finally ready. Jisung’s mouth begins to water as he hurriedly takes a seat at the dining table. The nearly naked boy’s brown hair is sticking in every direction. You place a plate in front of him and pour him some juice. “Dig in,” you say with a quick kiss to his forehead. He waits until you sit down before finally tearing into the fluffy hotcakes. As you attempt to take your first bite you look over at Jisung and start to laugh. His cheeks are completely puffed out, filled with pancake and you note how much he resembles a chipmunk. He notices your gaze and raises his eyebrows innocently as if to ask what? You shake your head, chuckling, and resume eating. “Is it good?” Jisung can only respond with an Mmm sound, which you take as a yes. 

After completing breakfast, you both pile onto the couch to digest your full bellies. He hums along to the song playing, his toes twirling around in coordination. “What should we do today?” You ask while rubbing his leg that’s draped over you.

“Hmmm,” he ponders. “Honestly, would it be too boring if we just hung out here today?”

“Not at all. I just want to be with you. The where didn’t matter,” you say as you crawl on top of him. He tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. You notice a trace of syrup sits in the corner of his round lips and you lean down to lick it up. His eyes widen as he tries to recall your conversation.

“L-Lazy Saturday then?” he stutters and you smile.

“Lazy Saturday.” You confirm. “Wanna get back in bed?” Jisung jolts up, nearly knocking you down and races to the bed. He throws himself back into the warmth of the covers. You shake your head, giggling as you make your way to join him. Once on the bed he grabs the duvet and drapes it over you quickly pulling you into his arms. The two of you lay under the sheets and hold each other for a moment before Jisung’s hands start to explore. He slides them under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. 

“Thank you for breakfast,” he whispers into your ear and you shiver.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” You place your lips on his and he brings you into a more passionate kiss. While he pushes his tongue into your mouth to taste you, he grabs the hem of your (his) t-shirt and lifts it off of you. Jisung groans at the feeling of your hardened nipples against his chest. He toys with the waistband of your underwear before pushing them down your thighs quickly. Jisung separates from your embrace and looks into your eyes for permission to proceed. You take hold of his hand and guide it down your body. He slowly slides two fingers down to your core and a moan escapes you as he starts his ministrations. Melting into his touch, you drape a leg over his hips for better access. 

“Make love to me,” you plead in between kisses. Jisung grips your hip and pushes you back to lay on top of you. You desperately try to remove his briefs, but when your impatient hands fumble, Jisung helps to pull them off completely. Once you are both bare, he starts to rub his length against your slit eliciting more moans of pleasure from both your lips. “Please, Ji.” 

“Anything for my baby,” he says as he takes hold of himself and pushes in. You gasp at the stretch. He captures your lips and slowly rocks his hips against yours creating a gradual build. While grinding into you, he presses his forehead to yours and whispers sweet words onto your lips.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world...I’m so lucky to call you mine…Going to make you feel so good, baby…I love the sounds you make when I fuck you…My favorite song…Mine, all mine.” 

His words of encouragement and affirmation help you inch further to your release. Jisung feels your walls start to flutter around him and increases his speed. Both of your breathing starts to stutter with each movement of your bodies. Jisung can feel how close you are and takes hold of your chin to face him. Looking into your eyes he tells you I’m so in love with you. His words send you over the edge and you cry out his name. Jisung lets out a grunt as he releases inside of you, riding you both through your orgasms. Tears start to fall down your cheeks and you feel slightly embarrassed by your sudden emotions. 

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay.” Jisung tries to soothe you as he kisses your tears away. You look into his eyes and notice they are shiny with tears as well. The time apart had been harder on both of you than you realized. 

Jisung strokes his fingertips up and down your arm as you both bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. Once your heart rates and breathing returns to normal you look up at him and squish his cheeks with your fingers. “Should we maybe watch something?”

“How about Fruits Basket,” Jisung says excitedly. 

“Okay!” You give him a peck. You're both too tired to get up and move to the couch so you throw the show on your laptop instead. Jisung situates himself behind you to spoon while the intro music begins. Without realizing it, you drift off to sleep holding onto Jisung tightly, feeling completely safe and loved in his arms.

A/N: Not really sure what this is. Sorry if it’s crap haha. Just needed something fluffy and romantic with Hannie I guess. Wrote this one quickly, apologies for any mistakes. Also, Happy Valentine’s Day! Graphics by @saradika-graphics!

xx

#Han Jisung #Jisung #Han #han fanfic #han jisung fanfic #skz jisung #stray kids han #stray kids han jisung #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #han jisung smut #weareapackofstrays #han x reader #jisung x reader #skz han #stray kids smut #Han smut #han jisung x reader

[keisobe]

; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥����)

— from avatar 2 : the way of the water (spoiler free!!)

˚｡ 𖠗 as a sweet gesture, you offered to dry neteyam’s hair after a long journey in the sea. in the end, your kindness was rewarded with a salty kiss.

contents. f! reader, the reader is matkayina + eldest child of ronal and tonowari, mentions of matkayina features to describe the reader, no use of y/n, mild profanity, friends → lovers, descriptive kissing scene, all fluff + wc. 2.0k

notes. i loved avatar 2 and developed the fattest crush on lo’ak and neteyam, so i had to come in clutch and write a fanfic of my fav sully ! this is also my first ever fanfic that i’ve ever published, i got too excited to post so it isn’t fully proofread, but i really hope you guys enjoy <3

The sun was setting up for its rest. The glistening rocks were engulfed by the salty water, leaving residues of foam like the sea had left its mark on the land. Orange reflected off the waves— a beautiful sight to see. Though the ocean was a serene sanctuary for the Matkayina people, you had also come accustomed to its down sides. The tangy smell of ocean life clung stubbornly into the locks of your hair as you rose from the depths of an aquatic galore. In an effort to clean yourself, you ringed out the salty water that was nestled in your hair— causing a gush of water to fall beside you.

“Shit,” you cursed to yourself, shaking off the droplets that shedded from your greenish skin.

Not long before, the others had caught up with you, witnessing the disgusted features that permeated into your usual neutral face. Ao’nung couldn’t help but crack a smile, leaning over to whisper a joke to Rotxo— who suppressed a laugh. Your blue eyes suddenly shifted towards your troublesome siblings, rendering them completely silent and stiff. Now it was Tsireya’s turn to laugh, graciously walking over to your struggling form and running her delicate fingers through your salty locks.

“Big sister, you seem as if you hate the sea,” Tsireya teased as she latched more firmly onto your hair, more water spilling out. “Though you are our village’s best swimmer.”

Glancing towards your other side, you see the newcomers studying your frustrated movements and seemingly, anticipating your response. They noticed your blue eyes staring at them. The younger one, Lo’ak, shuffled a bit in the water and averted his eyes onto the boring sand beneath his feet to the orange clouds that casted above him. His older brother Neteyam, didn’t seize away from your gaze. Instead, he sneakily elbowed his brother from his poor attempt to act uninterested— earning an annoyed groan from Lo’ak. His eyes still on you throughout the whole scene. You couldn’t help but snicker a bit, deciding it’s best to give out some information about yourself to feed the curiosity of your new friends, especially for Neteyam.

“I do not hate the sea Tsireya,” You noted the perk of Neteyam’s pointed ears when you said that. “The water weighs down on your hair throughout the day and… the smell never goes away.”

Your words seemed to have sparked something within them, prompting the others to smell their own hair. From today’s adventure through the mounds of aquatic life, this would inevitably leave a strong scent of fish must— meaning smelly skin and hair. The forest people were expressive with their distaste. Lo’ak was the first to gag loudly, not used to the familiarity of the ocean. Neteyam, out of respect for the ocean, didn’t utter a word but the slight grimace that formed on his face said it all. Your siblings, very much used to the ocean, simply nodded in agreement, leaving everybody to ring out their own hair as more salty water was being released back into the ocean.

Neteyam silently dried out his dark braids away from the others. His movements were mediocre and it seemed as if his struggling efforts did nothing to solve his problem. Neteyam noticed your stare when his intense yellow eyes locked onto yours. It felt like the world stopped for a moment as if the both of you were silently communicating with one another. Then the sound of splashing waves became more distracting, forcing the both of you to return to your senses. Neteyam suddenly danced his long fingers through the air, signing to you. It seems that the sign language lessons you taught were actually helping the forest people.

Can you help me please? His lips moved along with his silent words, trying to memorize the language.

You shyly grinned towards him, signing back in response as you dragged your strong legs across the shallow waves. The soft sand beneath your feet tickled as you became closer to Neteyam’s presence. It strangely felt warm and welcoming. Finally, you stood beside the taller male, having to look up slightly in order to directly meet his eyes again. Intently, Neteyam looked down at you with a foreign softness— something you never saw from him before. It left you feeling a bit flustered.

“May I?” You faintly spoke, gesturing towards his neatly braided locks, reaching out slightly but hesitating to get any closer.

Neteyam only nodded, turning over to give you a clear view of his glistening back and completely soaked hair. Your eyes couldn’t help but admire his toned muscles, showing the remnants of his hard work and dedication as a warrior. His queue floated against the waves— you weren’t sure whether or not to dry that also but for now, you left it alone. Like Tsireya’s delicate fingers, you glided your own against his tight braids, pressing them until the squelch of water was heard. Neteyam hummed in satisfaction, though with his back facing you, his expression was completely unreadable. You repeated this motion for a few more seconds, the sounds of chatter and each other’s breathing filled the silence between you two.

“Thank you for helping me,” Neteyam was the first to speak up, his voice much more calm from his previous stern tone towards his brother Lo’ak.

“Of course, and I've seen that your sign language has improved from our last lesson,” There was a smile on your face as you recalled the fond memories of your one-on-one lessons.

You remember when Neteyam would struggle to form his words together without an awkward pause in between. How his fingers never bent properly that would completely change the meaning of its words. At times, you had to step in and tangle your soft fingers into his much rougher ones, articulating the correct words without having to verbally explain it again. Now, Neteyam could form small sentences a lot more fluently and it made you swell up with pride.

“It's because you’re a good mentor,” His voice lowered a bit as he said that, hints of teasing but also genuine gratitude.

You smirked a bit as you looked up towards where his eyes would be, wishing he was facing you. What did his face look like right now? Smug? Maybe even timid?

“Well I'm glad you’re learning our ways,” You replied in a neutral tone, trying to keep your composure as the upcoming successor as the tsahík of your village.

Twisting his braids in one swift motion, a surge of water fell against his stripped back— his hair completely rid of the rank odor and heaviness of the ocean water. Gently tapping his shoulder, Neteyam turned to face you. You swore his ears perked up a bit when he gazed at your lips for a second. Out of old habit, you fiddled with the colorful pearls and shimmering shells of your tiny garment. His features were similar to his mother’s, long dark lashes and a perfectly sculpted face. Neteyam’s eyes never shied away from you, regarding you with utter confidence but also a hint of uncertainty.

He slowly shifted closer and asked, “Maybe next time you could teach me how to swim as fast as you?”

To close the distance even more, you stepped closer to him, burying the sand over your feet in anticipation for what’s to come from Neteyam’s bold request. The water reflected the purple and blue blotches from the night sky, specks of silver shined brightly matched Neteyam’s white freckles. From the relentless teasing from the others, to the undeniable tension between you and the forest-born Na’vi— you wanted to finally take the initiative without waiting around.

“What if we make it a date as well?” Your voice was like silk to Neteyam, it made him shudder a bit.

Neteyam always dripped of composure and confidence. But when it came to you, he couldn’t help but feel like his trained limbs turned into a pool of putty. There was an alluring aura that you emitted. The way you held your head high in tough situations to the way you can make anybody laugh until they ran out of breath. You were also as skilled as him— maybe even more from all the adventurous stories you would share with him when you came by his marui. He was also one to stray away from anything distracting, whether it be Lo’ak and Spider bringing up the topic of girls or Kiri mentioning that someday he will meet his lifetime mate. All distractions, he told himself that. Now, in this moment on the calming shore, with you covered in the prettiest seashells and holding a gorgeous smile on your green face— Neteyam realizes that he needs to loosen up a little. A date sounded nice, especially with you.

“Sounds like a deal,” Neteyam dipped his head a bit, regarding you with a boyish grin.

His white fangs were in full display, making your heart swell in joy. Without second thought, you pressed a soft kiss against his warm cheek, catching Neteyam completely off guard.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow then,” You sweetly whispered against his cheek, brushing your hand against the kiss mark as you turned towards the village.

But before you could take another strong stride, a powerful tug on your wrist forced you to be tucked into the warmth of Neteyam’s chest— your face squished against his striated skin. He pulled you away and with quivering lips, he leaned down to press a tender kiss onto your own balmy ones. Instantly, you melted into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his small waist to bring him closer. Neteyam’s large hand was nestled into the locks of your hair, pressing your face even more closer. His lips tasted like the ocean, salty and bitter. Both of your lips shyly moved in sync with one another, slightly sloppy due to both of your inexperience. You and Neteyam pulled away at the same time, slightly panting from the lack of oxygen. Neteyam rested his forehead against yours, the smile he had before never left his face.

“Hey, don’t leave without me,” His voice sounded so gentle and his breath felt nice against your face. “I’ll walk you back to your marui, okay?”

Still a little dazed from the kiss, you nodded in reply. Neteyam pulled away and held out his warm hand, which you gladly took. He led the both of you out the shore, back to the village that was still full of life and lit with colorful lanterns. You found the others lounging by the wooden pier, covered in fluffy fabric that helped dry out their wet hair and damp skin. Tsireya waved at the both of you, two pieces of fabric clutched in her hand, seemingly for you and Neteyam. Your younger brothers and Lo’ak regarded the both of you with sly smiles and kissy faces, laughter bubbled within the group that ultimately earned them a complaint from a nearby family resting in their marui.

“Skxawngs,” Neteyam shakes his head in annoyance, but there was a small smile that crept onto his face.

You could only chuckle at their childlike behavior, squeezing Neteyam’s hand a little more tighter as you guided him towards the pier— making sure both of your younger siblings don’t stir any more trouble before you could finally return back home.

“Next time, you’ll dry my hair,” A gust of the nightly wind adorned your beautiful locks of hair, somehow he couldn’t wait to help you with that offer.

“Of course,” His heart began to pump even faster. Neteyam never felt genuinely happy ever since his family took refuge in Awa’altu, but he did now.

A much larger crowd had formed around the pier, breaking the grossly romantic trance between the two of you. Still hand-in-hand, you guys rushed through the swarm of tall bodies to retrieve your younger siblings, lecturing them on the way home. Neteyam sighed in contempt. He hoped they wouldn’t ruin his date with you.

© 2022 keisobe – please do not copy any of my writing and repost or translate to other sites.

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[moxfirefly]

hi

I just saw your recent reblog, the ‘spicy action’ one

could I ask a fem!reader x bayverse!raph fic with the masturbate and oral prompts?

take your time 🫶

You got it anon 🫡

Rated explicit

Sometimes the ache was too much, the itch had to be scratched and sometimes nothing was enough.

He was missing you, desperately so.

Raph had thumbed through another picture of yours, salaciously showing off one of your purchases from the other day. It was a little number that showed legs and you had quite cheekily, pun intended, lifted the garment to show off your ass. It was a favorite picture of his, countless times he had stained his phone screen while admiring it.

Tonight was no different.

He had started off lazily stroking to the more take pictures you’d sent, the ones where he got to admire all manner of angles.

Because you’re beautiful in each of them, beautifully his.

By the time he got to the nudes, he was fully beating his cock. But to much of his disdain it wasn’t doing it this time. As he gripped and pushed the flesh down and then up, eliciting a moan between his clench teeth, the ache remained, the need to blow demanded.

Raph licked his palm for what felt the like twentieth time, hopeful the added moisture would replicate your cunt.

Which god he’d give anything to be buried in right about now.

The hand holding his phone tapped to zoom in, really admire the lace of your underwear, the cleft of your cheeks, the memories of burying his face between them. His cock leaked, another mournful gush of desire that couldn’t be satiated. He was past the point of boredom, he was stuck somewhere between chasing this high and growling in frustration. That filthy plap plap plap was mocking him, mocking how right now if you were here the sound could be so much more different. Desperate he flicked to a video you had sent him a few nights ago, you had been out of town and missing him.

Hearing your voice.

Hearing your noises.

Hearing your cunt.

Now we were getting somewhere, Raph felt the first tightening he hadn’t felt in an hour. Felt another embarrassing gush of precum dribble out of his abused head. Sweat had gathered at his brow, his hips jutted upwards with every intention of fucking hand. That crescendo of your sounds as you rode a toy, desperately seeking relief of your own…

The sound of his name as you came.

He could feel that pressure just close to cracking, something in him told him to quicken, to not miss video you falling apart for him.

But then again, real you was resting against the door of his-

Real you?!

Instinct kicked in, shutting the phone and trying to scramble for anything to hide his current activities (a practiced art from living with three brothers).

“No, no, I insist, I’m enjoying this just as much as you are.” That cocky smile only made his dick jump in need, in need to finish this.

“Jesus woman yer gonna kill me! …When ya get back?” He was elated to have you in the flesh, and although his question was ignore in favor of climbing onto the bed, he was so very happy to see you.

“In time to catch this show it seems.” You moved the pillow he’d used to modesty, and grabbed his cock. Raph hissed, so overstimulated from being so close.

“Need some help?” You dipped down, eyes on his as you wrapped your lips around the head and licked the slit there.

The very act made Raph’s mouth hang in a wordless answer.

His green eyes pleaded though.

You licked around the head before trailing down the base to the vein he loved getting extra attention on. The very motion made his toes curl, a hand shooting up to lay against the back of your head. He watched you take as much of him as you could, handle the rest with your soft expert hands.

Days without your touch had rendered him starved and embarrassed over how quickly he felt his release approaching after struggling for an hour.

He wanted to warn you, apologize and beg you to continue all at once.

So when that first hit of saltiness hit you and Raph moaned behind gritted teeth once more he thanked whatever was out there that you were here once again.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt Raphael #tmnt Raph #Raphael #Raph #raphael x reader #smut action prompts #anon #ask

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Red Carpet

PAIRING | Husband!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | You're attending a movie premiere with Tony and are by far the most beautiful woman there if you ask him. From the beautiful dress to your baby bump, Tony couldn't be prouder to share your love with the world. When he goes down on his knees before you in the middle of the red carpet, he will officially make it one to never forget, and you will fall even more in love with your husband.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (My Love, Sunshine)

A/N | This is a surprise and gift for my bestest and dearest friend and biggest supporter @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, quero começar dizendo o quanto sou grato por ter você em minha vida. Você se tornou uma grande parte disso e sou muito grato por você! Assim que você me pediu para usar esta foto do nosso homem, obviamente não pude recusar, e espero que você goste de babar nele enquanto lê minha história. Obrigado por estar na minha vida, e eu te amo 3000 💙

A/N | This is not proofread, so any and all mistakes are my own.

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandombingo | Caught on Camera Masterlist | @slumberpartybingo | Would you rather... Rain OR Sun

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

"What do you think, My Love? Are we going for red or yellow today?" you ask Tony as you're standing in the middle of your walk-in closet, looking at your two dress options. He's wearing a black suit with a floral shirt, and both possibilities match perfectly, but you're feeling indecisive.

"Hmm, how about the red dress? You know I adore it when you wear the color of passion," Tony says as he stands behind you, his arms wrapping gently around your waist to find their home on your round belly. You're currently 7,5 months pregnant, carrying your second boy and third child overall.

"I like the way you think," you tell him as you melt into his touch. His warm body always feels so comfortable, and when he's holding you like this, it's so intimate in the best way possible. When you're about to say something, you can hear the pitter-patter of feet into your closet, notifying you that one of your other Munchkins is there.

"Are you going with the red dress, Mommy? It's my favorite color!" your daughter Orion says as she joins you and Tony in your cuddle, but she's on your side.

"Yes, Babygirl, I'm going to wear the red dress tonight," you tell her, basking in the love your husband and daughter are giving you. When you're about to ask where Hudson is, he comes in, too, joining the bundle of hugs. Your family now surrounds you, and you couldn't be happier as the butterflies in your chest go wild.

"As much as I love every single one of your hugs, I still need to get dressed for tonight," you tell all three of them with a chuckle, and they all let you go so you can get ready to go to the premiere for a movie in which Tony is playing the main character.

It takes a little while to be fully dressed and ready to go to the premiere, and you're excited to show everyone the finished outfit. Your hair is in a beautiful bun with a few pieces framing your face, and your make-up is light to keep the main focus on your dress - and, of course, your belly.

As you walk into the kitchen, you find Tony talking to Maria, who has happily agreed to watch the twins tonight. As you walk in, you feel like you're floating, which only intensifies when you see Tony's expression. His jaw is almost on the floor as he looks at you while being rendered completely speechless.

The red fabric hugs all your curves beautifully, and the off-shoulder look combined with the low neckline ensures every inch of your upper chest tattoos is displayed. Right above your right collarbone is one of the ones you're most proud of: Tony's name written in his handwriting.

"You look stunning, Sunshine," Tony whispers as he walks over to you. His mom is long forgotten as he only has eyes for you. The smile on your face hasn't been this big in a while, and your husband once again manages to make you feel like you're the center of the universe - which, in his defense, you are to him.

"You look amazing too, Tony and tonight is all about you, so I hope my outfit won't take too much attention away from you." You have never been one to enjoy the spotlight particularly, but sometimes, during nights like this, you make an exception and go with Tony to celebrate him and his achievements.

His deep, dark brown eyes look into yours, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he tries to see if you genuinely believe what you just said.

"Oh Sunshine, my sweet, beautiful, amazing Sunshine. With the way you look tonight, there's not a single person who will even dare to look away from you. I am sure all eyes will be on you, and I am happy. Tonight is just as much about you as it is about me because I want to show off the woman I fell in love with, and I want to show everyone our love," he says with his hand on your belly.

"Okay, okay! Now let's go before I have to reapply my mascara!" you tell him with a breathy laugh, trying hard to fight against the tears threatening to spill at his beautiful confession. He agrees, and with one last goodbye to your twins and Maria, you're out the door and on your way to the premiere.

"Are you ready to walk down the red carpet, Sunshine?" Tony asks as he stands before you, his hands resting on your face to calm you down. The nerves are soaring through your body, and he helps to calm you down.

"Y-yeah, let's do this," you answer him after a deep breath, and he places a small peck on your lips before letting your face go and grabbing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. After one last reassuring smile, you two walk onto the carpet, flashing lights everywhere.

The hand not holding Tony's rests comfortably on your belly, showing it off even more. Photographers left and right are shouting your husband's name, and he seems to revel in every bit of attention he can get. You look over at him, only to find him staring back at you with a beaming smile, and you lean in for a small kiss.

When your lips touch his, the crowd around you goes wild, making you feel loved. Of course, you have seen all the articles about you and Tony being Hollywood's power couple, but it only seems real once you attend events like this together. Far too soon for your liking, he pulls away, ready to move on to the next part of the carpet. What he does there, however, completely catches you by surprise, and you will look back on these photos with a huge smile later.

Tony sinks to his knees in front of you, his face level with your belly as he peppers it with a generous amount of kisses everywhere. His hands stroke it softly, and you can't help but laugh at your husband's weird antics.

It's no surprise he's proud of the fact that you're pregnant because of him, and this only intensifies it. Before getting up, he places his head against your belly for a few seconds with his eyes closed, taking in the moment. It's just you, him, and your beautiful baby boy in your belly - the rest of the world has fallen outside your little bubble.

"I love you so much, Sunshine," he tells you before placing one last kiss on your lips and moving on, ready for the interview parts of the red carpet. When you encounter the first interviewer, they immediately discuss what Tony has just done.

"So, Y/N, what did you think of Tony's actions just now?" the woman asks, and you laugh loudly before answering, shaking your head in response.

"Honestly, I wouldn't have expected anything else. Let's be honest: we all know he's a little crazy but also deeply in love. Not just with me, but also with our baby," you answer, and Tony nods in agreement, unable to take his eyes off you.

"How does it feel to be attending tonight's celebration with your beautiful wife?" she asks Tony, who blushes lightly as the woman calls you his wife. Sometimes, he still can't believe he got so lucky with you, and to call you his wife is the cherry on top for him.

"It feels amazing! She's there for me no matter what, during good times and bad, through rain and sun, and I wouldn't want it any other way. She's doing a great job building her career as a real estate agent while carrying our third baby, and I'm incredibly proud of everything she does. She's the love of my life, and every day, I thank my lucky stars for being hers," Tony tells the lady, who can't stop smiling at his answer.

"To have her by my side on nights like these is something I will never take for granted, of course, and I'm always deeply thankful for her, and I can't wait to grow old with her!" Tony finishes the interview before leaning in and kissing you again, this time more passionately than before.

"I love you so much, Sunshine," he tells you, and you tell him how much you also love him. This night will be unforgettable, and you're looking forward to many more nights like this one, as long as you can have your husband by your side.

#tony stark #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fanfic #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark x female!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark fluff #young tony stark #young tony stark fanfiction #young tony stark fanfic #young tony stark one shot #young tony stark imagine #young tony stark x female reader #young tony stark x reader #young tony stark x y/n #young tony stark fluff

[candlelightreader]

I was just listening to the DVD commentary on the Snakes episode and I know Grissom and Sara's scene (the only scene they're present in this Nick-centric ep) is big--obviously shipper nirvana--but the commentary by George Eads and the rest (I think one of the writers and either a director or producer) added so much weight that I'd never considered before!

So, Eads remarks on how Sara is the only one who ever talks to Grissom that way. This is, as she really dials up the husky, soft voice she adopts with Grissom. Eads also observes that Grissom is always himself with her, i.e. more of a nerd and rather stripped bare in a way he never is with anyone else. They all make comments on how emotional the scene is and how revealing it is of their relationship because, as always, Sara is 'putting it [her attraction and ongoing interest] out there'. She is never shy about wanting him. (I really need to transcribe the commentaries.)

But Eads keeps coming back to the idea that Grissom is more Grissom or is more himself with her than with any of the others. I'd add that it is not only the fact of their professional position that makes him freeze with her--I think Grissom is talking about himself when he asserts that some men are intimidated by beauty.

You know what magic, Grissom!

Anyways, something I hadn't thought of is that Grissom almost says something back, such as "Let’s go to dinner." But, of course, Sara overtalks and halts his momentum such as it were. But even more, it made me realize how pivotal this scene is, even compared to the Nesting Dolls reveal of her childhood trauma, because this is the moment when Grissom knows 100% that he isn't too late. The flirting takes on a different dimension after this. The looks become more meaningful.

This is especially significant when you consider that ealier in the season, the writers and producers are talking about the explicit intro of Sofia as a romantic interest for Grissom. She was there to create tension and her chemistry with Grissom was very much not subtext. So the decision to make 'this thing' with Sara more solid in the presence of this new love interest adds to the dynamic more than ever. Because the chemistry with Sofia is too easy and too simple. He's too smooth with her. He knows what to say to her at a given moment, because he has no interest in Sofia romantically and doesn't feel threatened by her. She really is just a colleague he doesn't hate. Ultimately, Sofia doesn't leave him speechless the way Sara does. He is not 'himself' when he is with her. Sara, on the other hand, always renders him vulnerable, which of course is why he distanced himself from her in season three, as he realized in four.

And we can see how Sara's effect on him is unique when looking at his other love interests: he does have speechless moments with Terri but by the end, no so much--perhaps there is a sense that while he is attracted intellectually, and somewhat sexually, there is no sentiment after all. With Heather, he never is at a loss for words, which leaves me to lean towards the notion that he was indeed never involved with her romantically--but, perhaps, it is her who makes him discover that sex without love makes him sad whether through conversation or more... In other words, grissom is typically putting on an air with other people. He's fully insulated against them and can act out the persona of an assured, curated Grissom, the bossman, the tin man, the nerd, the professor, the mentor, the father figure, etc.

But with Sara, he is exposed.

#gsr more than a boss to me #gsr #csi musings #gil grissom #sara sidle #sara x grissom #csi #otp: gsr #just otp shit #jorja fox #billy petersen #william petersen

[fairy-verse]

I just realized out of Murder Time Trio...has anyone asked about Murder/Dust Sans yet? If not perhaps what is their season and role..?

There once was a fairy of summer so pretty, with a radiant ecto body of blue and lilac and eye lights so tender, his gaze could render the brightest of flowers dull and weak, and yet none of it mattered as he fluttered too close to the borders of Nightmare’s domain, blinded by his playful hunt for brown rabbits that hopped along the grassy floor. Captured and bound he’d been and forced into a small cage with other fairies, some of the seasons, others not. Within there, he met Papy, a faerling just shy of reaching his full growth, yet ever the small one despite his size. He cowered and shook from fear, but the summer fairy so fair took him and cared for him, promised him they’d be safe.

He would protect him.

Alas, he could not keep it. Days turned to months turned into years and torture unimaginable chipped and chipped at his mind, until one day there was a loud crack within his skull, and he laughed and laughed as the poison forced into him ran its course, twisting his magic and making him feral and tense; ready to kill everything that moved.

He only did it to save them. They were all so broken and their light had gone out. They wouldn’t have survived a day out in the free anymore. They wouldn’t have… surely… but killing his adopted little brother had been the most terrible of all. He reached the day when he came of age, and yet he wasn’t given a chance to even attempt a celebration as the summer fairy’s once fair hands sliced across his throat, severing his skull from his neck.

Papy cried as he died, and the summer fairy once fair and kind cried with him, even as he smiled.

Dull and lost he wandered for many moons after, not knowing how he’d been freed; let go? It’d all been for naught or had it… he could scarcely remember anything anymore, dazed and broken as he was. He’d found his way home, to the valley of warmth and comfort, but fairies fled at the sight of him, fearing his crackling and unstable magic. He left, not even given a moment to attempt and regain his mind.

What did his firstborn look like again?

It was so cold. His wings were frozen, and his legs were numb and with each step taken, he leaned ever more forward, at the brink of unconsciousness. He knew not when the first days of winter arrived, but it mattered little. Death by the cold was a just fate for him; for what he’d done. He would gladly have accepted it even as the world tumbled, and he fell upon a soft bed of glittering white. The snow was cold for a moment, but only for a moment before too soon, it turned comfy and pleasant, and hands were upon him; gentle and careful, and warm.

First, there’d been a flower, kind of face, and soothing of hand, but he’d not been fully present at the moment to take her in. She passed and a new face took her place. This one must once have been soft, it bore memories of softness, but the jagged hole that took up the top of his skull made him rugged, yet even so his touch was that pleasant heat he longed for.

“pretty… summer fairy?”

Oh, this fairy of winter called him pretty, yet it was the fairy of summer who had never seen anyone more beautiful.

He couldn’t remember the face of his firstborn.

“.. dust,” he croaked, weak from desiring winter sleep, yet he refused to close his sockets again, willing them open. “…’m dust…” He’d forgotten his real name.

“dust…” the winter fairy said his name in that deep, pleasant voice of his. Dust loved hearing it. No one had spoken to him in… in…

“i’m…” the winter fairy hesitated. “… i’m axe.”

Dust was held close to a warm, soft body, and he involuntarily nuzzled closer to it as a shiver passed through him; the last of the cold leaving his bones. Such luxuries were spoiled on him, yet he couldn’t force himself to move away; to part from Axe who was so, so warm and good.

A clawed hand stroked Dust’s face and all willpower ebbed out of him as he relaxed, falling asleep before he could even notice it, yet not before he heard Axe speak up again.

“sleep... pretty summer fairy. sleep.”

#aufairyverse #utmv #ask for the fairy #fairy!dust #dust sans #fairy!horror #horror sans #edit: i changed my mind and will call Horror for... well... Horror instead of Axe #it was on the fence about it when I first wrote this #but I think Horror will do

[saiyanmazen]

The Science of Ki

This ficlet is inspired by this illustration by the amazing @grsl-xo and is named after it as well. I encourage you to check it out and reblog. It deserves to be shared with everyone. I hope the ficlet can convey a tiny bit of the illustration's beauty.

Rated G. Can also be read here on AO3.

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It wasn't often that she was rendered speechless. Therefore, Vegeta felt especially smug as Bulma stared transfixed on the glowing orb of ki between her hands, no words leaving her usually loquacious mouth.

He was surprised when she'd revealed to him that she'd never been given the chance to come close to a concentrated mass of life force, despite her close relationships with several who could wield its power. She revealed that her friends had deemed it too dangerous for her to examine and experiment with, let alone try to hold, as though they wouldn't be able to control their ki if she came close to it.

It made no sense to Vegeta. The condensed ki was only dangerous if treated as a weapon. But just as it could be used for flight, so could it be useful for other mundane things. He used it to dry his hair, warm his food and - as Bulma had recently experienced firsthand - even more pleasurable matters.

Apparently, Earth’s defenders hadn't thought to utilize their ki in such ways. Perhaps they couldn't control theirs fully; it wouldn't be much of a surprise if that was the case. Fortunately for Vegeta, it meant that he got to be the one to show Bulma. And, although he would never reveal it to another soul, he was thankful for the chance.

He stood behind her and held the harmless ball of swirling ki in front of her. There was just enough force in the orb that it felt slightly hot and he saw her cheeks redden a little with the warmth of it as it shone like a small contained sun before her eyes.

Her hands molted themselves around it, but not touching. Were she to touch, she might get a second degree burn at most, but only if he failed to make the ki dissipate before she came too close. He would never make such a novice mistake.

He felt the soft, miniscule flicker of her ki naturally trying to respond to the orb in front of her. She was weak, but still held enough life force that he would feel. When she became angry, her ki would blaze like a flame and shimmer like a bright miniature star within her. The beauty of it always stunned him.

Her unpracticed ki wanted to manipulate the glowing orb between her hands. He knew it was her inquisitive nature compelling her own ki to try to control the energy, but she wouldn't be able to. Not yet at least. As he stood there with her and felt her life force flow fiercely through her, he began to think that she might even be able to hold the ball for short periods at a time if he taught her how.

He had no reason to do so. There would be nothing to gain for him, besides her favor which he could attain in other ways.

But as he looked at her amazed eyes, so blue and wondrous, he felt that it might be worth it anyway.

#vegebul #bulma #vegeta #grsl-xo art #vegebul fanfiction #dbz #i had planned to write something for the dnd event but this felt more right

[suburbanbeatnik]

I did a sketch! The first time since my cat Peggy died. It's a scene from Gillian Bradshaw's Render Unto Caesar, which is one of my favorite books ever. From a review I just wrote:

Render Unto Caesar is a timeless, fast-paced and deeply felt romantic thriller set in first century Rome by historical fiction master Gillian Bradshaw. It seems to be about a man trying to get an important politician to pay his legal debts, but it's actually about a life-or-death struggle of the Roman West and the Greek East, rendered in exquisite miniature. This is also the closest to a historical romance as Bradshaw has ever written, and I find it completely delightful. I've read this book about five times over the past fifteen years, and I've enjoyed it more and more as the years go by-- there's so much to love about it. The characters are fully realized; the setting is portrayed with all the depth, detail and rigor you'd expect from a classics scholar; and there's a lot of action too. But the heart of it is a compelling romance between people of completely different backgrounds-- Hermogenes, the sober Alexandrian businessman, who is looking for justice from the Roman political elite, and Cantabra, a Celtic Cantabrian gladiatrix whom he hires as a bodyguard. The character arcs are beautiful and deeply satisfying. At the beginning, it's impossible to imagine these two getting together, but the MMC and FMC have some major growth, and their feelings and their relationship comes about in the most natural and moving way. Some tropes, if you're into that sort of thing: Fugitive Arc, Clear My Name, There Is Only One Bed, Break the Stoic, Hurt/Comfort, Hidden Depths, Bodyguard Crush, Action Girlfriend, among others. And it has an HEA! I do think this book probably didn't get the audience it deserved because it has very strong romantic elements, which is not really evident in the publicity it got when it was originally released. Anyway, if this sounds interesting to you, I highly recommend it! It's a great book that deserves to be better known. IMO, Bradshaw deserves to be better known too.

#illustration #art #sketchbook #gillian bradshaw #render unto caesar #romance art #ancient rome

[xanvasofxords]

Thoughts On SaiTeru & Why It Makes Sense To Me

Honestly speaking, I wasn’t too big on this ship but over the time, it has definitely grown a lot on me and I’d actually like if they took that route. Mainly because Saiki ending up with someone other than Kokomi wouldn’t make sense, after all the progression they went through, ending up with each other is natural. Besides, whatever Kokomi wills eventually happens so if I had to guess I’d go with the prior lol. That aside, imo they fit each other the best.

I haven’t done ship analysis posts before so the sequence is pretty messy but I’ll try to keep it as organised as possible so it’s easier to read. Let’s start anyways :

Starting off with the very thing that places Kokomi at the top of the food-chain : her charms. Due to Saiki’s x-ray vision, that ability is rendered completely useless against him. As a result, Saiki recognises her for her true self and knows her inside out. While he’s aware of her flaws, he also witnesses her growth as a person. She makes true friends and starts to enjoy their company and care about them. For Saiki, she stops dreaming about marrying a rich guy and rejects Saiko.

Kokomi even gives up on playing the perfect pretty girl which she has been doing for years, just for his sake.

Likewise, Saiki’s psychic powers have little to no effect on Kokomi because she’s loved by the God himself and she gets whatever she wants. Regardless of how hard Saiki tries to win against her, he always ends up losing instead, all the while her likability with him increases.

Her efforts in her role, her wits and abilities surprise him enough to make him wonder if she’s actually perfect. He even goes as far as to say that they’re invincible together. Saiki goes from being half-scared of her powers to fully acknowledging and admiring her by the end.

Before Kokomi, Saiki has dealt with people who had crush on him- Imu and Chiyo. He made them give up on him with ease which resulted into him believing that it’s easy to move people’s hearts. Kokomi however, breaks that misconception by moving his own and shows him that she loves him just as he is and that won’t change.

And it’s because he’s aware that her feelings are genuine, unlike the other two, he stops resisting her completely and starts avoiding possible misunderstandings. When Kokomi changes herself to suit his tastes, Saiki doesn’t actively try to make her give up on him instead tries to revert her back to her usual self. He isn’t bothered by her feelings for him anymore, rather prefers her the way she is.

There are only a few times in the show when Saiki gets nervous. Even Nendou and Kusuke who he can’t use his telepathy on, don’t have that effect on him. Yet being alone with Kokomi makes him nervous. Prior to the mixer event, Saiki has been alone with her on more than one occasion. After that day however, Saiki’s perception of Kokomi changes. He’s aware that she truely loves him and won’t give up on him no matter how indifferent he acts towards her. It’s fairly new to him, accepting the fact that someone loves him despite all the odds and she actually manages to make him happy because of it.

Just like how Kokomi gives up on the most important thing for Saiki, being perfect that is, he does the same for her. Saiki hates drawing attention to himself and he puts a lot of efforts in that. However, he gives up on that without a moment’s thought and catches Kokomi in his arms in front of the entire school and takes her to the infirmary. There couldn’t be any better way to draw attention.

My point remains the same even if I don’t include this because Kokomi’s beauty has always been irrelevant in their relationship and this is the first and only time we see Saiki being attracted to someone. Ironically, Saiki reacts to seeing Kokomi just as any other guy would and he’s too transparent about it. Not to Kokomi but to the readers.

From time to time, Kokomi’s likability with Saiki increases to such point where he subconsciously sees her differently than others. I’m sure there are people who would disagree because Saiki makes exceptions for all his friends and Kokomi shouldn’t be different. There are multiple counter to that arguement.

One of the two is when Saiki turns invisible and shares a drink with Kokomi. Honestly, whatever happened in that chapter doesn’t make sense in the least.

Saiki has gone out of his way to get Kokomi’s valentines chocolates. I can say that’s because he loves sweets. He buys her a birthday gift : the cat mug, I can reason that he even got Chiyo a soft toy back when she was dating Takeru to make their relationship last. Several times he has gone out of his way to check up on his friends such as when Aren received a fake love letter or when Kaido and Chiyo had a misunderstanding and stayed with them the entire time to make sure everything was alright.

However, this time the only thing he has to do is avoid her and go home. Kokomi isn’t in any trouble nor does she need his help for anything. So he succeeds the moment he manages to lose her by getting up in the air. All he needs to do his teleport home.

But he doesn’t. We don’t know why.

He just turns invisible which saves him from the men searching for him, again he can teleport home or even walk home. But he just decides to sit there with her and share her drink for some reason and leaves only when she thinks of doing the same. Which is outright ridiculous because he could just leave the moment Kokomi lost him but he does the opposite and does exactly what Kokomi wanted on his own free will except, differently.

Last but not the least, the most significant moment is when Saiki hears Kokomi’s voice in the end. Having read the manga, it’s clear that Kokomi’s part is supposed to stand out from others but the added scene in the anime makes it more obvious.

I think there’s more to this moment than most talk about. Other than the fact that Saiki reacts to Kokomi’s name, what makes him smile is that even when Kokomi knows that her life is in danger, she still thinks about him. He realises that the girl he finds so troublesome truely does love him. And he knows that in the end, what she wants, will happen. Through him this time. Personally I think this scene acts as the trigger to Saiki realising that he needs his powers and he doesn’t actually hate being a psychic.

All in all, Kokomi is the only one who balances out Saiki perfectly and Saiki is the one who made her develop as a person. They’re compatible with each other and even Saiki believes that. Both have lasting impact on each other even without being able to use their respective powers which solidifies the fact that the progression is genuine. Both have polar opposite nature, Kokomi loves receiving attention while Saiki hates that. However when push comes to shove, Kokomi’s willing to sacrifice her perfect pretty girl role while Saiki’s ready to draw attention to himself despite all the efforts they both put into their respective places.

Kokomi influences Saiki’s thought process despite him being able to read her like an open book. She makes him guess his choices and decisions. She brings surprises and challenges in his life. Saiki does the same since he isn’t affected by her charms, he makes her focus on other things beside looks. And he’s literally the only one who recognises her for herself and not her beauty unlike her own brother. I could go on forever about how they complement each other but that’s for another day.

I may not be the biggest SaiTeru shipper out there but I most definitely think Saiki should either remain single or end up with Kokomi. I prefer the later.

#the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki x teruhashi #teruhashi x saiki #terusai #saiteru #saiki kusuo #teruhashi kokomi

[born-to-riot]

WIP Wednesday

Since there is exactly one week until the day I plan to post my @polyacotarweek fic, I think it's time I share a little snippet of Nesta's adventure with Amren and Varian.... in their bed hehehehe

TW: NSFW

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[So 900 words may be too long for a snippet but just so you have an idea of what you're getting into, this is the message I sent @acourtofladydeath when I came up with this idea: (I think there is a sore lack of vamren in the community and shall I fix that by having them invite a third? Shall it be Nesta? Shall Amren show her how to harness her potential by taking it out on a needy overstimulated Varian?)

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“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, did we leave you alone too long,” Amren coos to her lover. Varian sits exposed on a simple wooden chair in the middle of the couple’s bedroom. The Summer Court male’s head is hanging low, his white tendrils of hair acting like a shield in front of his face. Nesta did not pick up on any sort of response from the male that indicates that he acknowledges their presence. She takes a quick peek over at Amren and decides not to worry after finding the other female to seem emphatically unconcerned. Nesta watches on silently as the tiny fae takes a couple soft predatory steps towards the subdued male. Nonetheless, she stills to take in the view of the delicious specimen of man in front of her. Nesta can admit fully that she has never really given much thought to Varian before, not really having much time to assess him in the short three months after the war with Hybern. However, now, she can’t seem to look away from the large male’s thick muscular thighs, his heavy cock, his beautiful dark skin–fuck, Nesta feels her cunt throb in anticipation. 

“Baby boy,” Amren releases another coo, causing Varian to finally raise his gaze to meet his Mistresses and causing Nesta to shiver for a different reason entirely. Now, not only does she have a better view of the male himself, a white blindfold and ball gag rendering his sight and ability to speak obsolete; but also she can see his nostrils flaring and his muscles twitching. Nesta is absolutely enraptured in the scene in front of her as she watches Varian suddenly seem to try to lunge in Amren’s direction, the man trying and failing to get closer to her, his muscles bulging in their effort to win a one-sided battle against his restraints.

But it isn’t until Nesta spots Varian’s collar, large and heavy on his neck, that she feels her nipples harden and another bout of wetness starting to form between her folds. Here, on Varian’s neck, in Amren’s apartment in Velaris, was one of the Summer Court’s infamous blood rubies. The massive jewel's weight was supported by a two-inch thick diamond encrusted platinum band. She knows it must sit heavy on his neck, it seems almost impossible that a jewel that large could be fixed upon a collar without falling, but here it stands.

Last Nesta had checked, the source material of Prythian’s most common nightmares had decided to use this ‘threat’ as a paperweight. Although, she can’t deny how much the pathway to her center steams at the thought of the Summer Court male being made to wear a sign of ownership stamped with the ultimate symbol of betrayal of his own court, an invocation of  a feud on a personal level. 

Nesta can’t help but muse over what the thrill of incurring such a depth of loyalty from another must taste like, she wonders too, greedily and needily what it feels like to be such a fearsome predator to surpass the laws of societal expectation. Is this Amren’s subtle yet personal way of invoking her own feud, a remnant of the possessive creature that once roamed inside of her that is furious at the land for claiming ownership of something that she marked as hers. She also wonders heatedly, enviously, what it would be like to be wanted that furiously. Need starts to play at the strings of her core, she can feel it heating and readying itself for something more.

“Don’t be shy now boy,” Amren instructs Varian, the man immediately turning his head in the direction of her voice, clearly desperate for her touch. Nesta would be lying if she said the palpable smell and taste of his desperation didn’t cause her clit to start to throb.

The sweetness of the pair in front of her simultaneously puts Nesta on edge as well as incurs yet another thrum of heat inside of her. Amren is never sweet. Nesta watches on as her mentor finally reaches her lover–no, her pet. Amren looks Varian up and down with a hungry gleam in her eye before grabbing his chin roughly, causing what sounds like a gruff moan to escape the large man’s lips. That’s all it took? Nesta thinks to herself. 

“You haven’t even been touched boy and you’re already sweating?” Amren tuts, roughly maneuvering his chin as she gives him a thorough inspection, the male seemingly keening into the contact despite its roughness. Nesta tries not to get whiplash as Amren softly pats the male’s cheek twice with her free hand before letting it drop to rest on her waist.

“Pathetic,” the ancient one scoffs, finally releasing her other hand’s grip on his chin. 

Nesta realizes that the male in front of her is not the same one that has been a frequent guest at their dinner table over the last couple of months. No, tonight she is not looking at the same captain of Tarquin’s guard nor the commendable battle tactician that she has come to know. Instead, Nesta finds herself looking at Amren’s pet. As soon as the thought crosses her mind though, Nesta is hit by a shudder that rolls through her entire body, a shock of a reprimand from something deep in her core, something primal. No, Nesta reprimands herself, straightening her posture as she starts to make her own way towards Varian. Tonight, he is her prey.

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hehehehe if you liked this then feel free to come back next week to see the full thing (hopefully I will come up with a title before then)

EDIT: im slow so this is going to be posted on the free day!!!!

#wip wednesday #acotar #acomaf #acowar #vamren #polyamory #consensual nonmonogamy #acotar smut #varian x amren #amren x varian #amren x nesta #amren x varian x nesta #vamren x nesta #acotar fanfiction #polyacotarweek2024 #idk how to tag this #poly!acotar #poly+acotarweek2024 #amren acotar #amren and varian #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #varian acotar #I am going to post this and run away #also this is my first smut and I'm pulling out the b*ll g*gs #lmao

[mxomo]

kinktober: exhibitionism ♡ featuring shiva

Shiva has challenged you to prove your devotion to him for all to see. c/w: record of ragnarok. female reader. exhibitionism, mild humiliation kink, light spanks, assplay, face fucking (f!receiving), mating press, ‘little slut’/’whore’, 'pretty girl'/'princess', creampie, overstimulation, probably other things a/n: i really hated the idea of this to start with but now it's written i think it may be one of my favourites. hooray for the final installment of my very late kinktober! back up your work, children! ♡

The view was beautiful. The air was crisp, the breeze fresh, the sunset shining pink then purple in the distance.

“Hands down,” Shiva commanded, his frown evident as his heated gaze raked over your slightly trembling and completely bare frame. “No keeping your treasures to yourself.”

He punctuated his command with a sharp slap on your backside, a gasp falling from your lips as you closed your eyes in surprise. Your eyes tingled along with the handprint as you tried your best not to cover yourself from the gazes of the keen onlookers just beyond the rockface. They weren’t close enough, really, for you to distinguish too much, except most of Shiva’s acquaintances had quite distinctive silhouettes and you were sure you recognised one or two of them. Little bastard. You knew it looked busier than usual; no wonder there was a crowd, because he had invited them there.

“Didn’t you promise to worship me properly?” Shiva questioned sharply, drawing your attention back to him with a slight edge to his voice as he smirked at you. He gestured to himself as the heat in your belly stirred. “I brought you all the way up here, so you could show off your love of me just like you wanted, didn’t I? Go on. I’m ready.”

A pair of Shiva’s hands grabbed at your backside, fingers digging dangerously close to your hole as he massaged his way around your lower body, whilst another took your chin in his hands and pulled your face towards his, until your noses were touching. His fourth hand held the back of your neck, rendering you totally immobile with enough force to convince you that if your legs gave out he would hold you up by the scruff like a cat, no problem.

The crowd seemed more and more noticeable. You didn’t know how many there were - enough to make your pussy tingle and your stomach fill with dread - and you didn’t have the courage to see what their reactions were. You thought a couple of times you’d heard cheers, but put it down to your nerves playing tricks on you as you tried, keenly, to focus on Shiva as much as possible. You could feel the heat of their stares as you moved to kneel, Shiva’s hands allowing you to do so.

“Play with yourself,” he commanded, releasing you fully as he leaned himself back, fully prepared to enjoy the show. You noticed with glee that all of his eyes were open and at attention, enraptured in your movements. You felt sparks beneath your skin under his heavy stare and you shivered in delight. He, on the other hand, was having his own troubles keeping himself in check; his cock was throbbing something awful in his trousers. His ever observant gaze didn’t miss the glistening of your juices between your pussy lips, and he smirked. What a little slut.

You burned with shame as your hands trembled their way down your body, a moan falling from your own traitorous lips as you made contact with your desperate, throbbing, aching clit. It felt so good, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move after your first wave of pleasure. You heard the cheers from the crowd when you’d moaned by accident, and you you froze.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, a mocking edge to his tone as he stared you down. He was frowning at your lack of movement, and your lip trembled at the realisation that Shiva was growing displeased with you. “I told you to play with yourself. Open up that pussy for us all to see. I want to see you making a mess here on this floor, for me, and for everyone here to enjoy.” His arms crossed to emphasise his point, whilst the other set rested on his hips expectantly.

Your eyes burned, but no tears fell as you slowly obeyed the command, using your fingers to spread your cunny for his viewing pleasure whilst massaging your swollen, over sensitive bud. The heat of being watched only made you throb more, clenching desperately at its emptiness as you wished for Shiva to end his fucking games and just fill you up, properly, already. Of course, you wouldn’t actually say so out loud, and you kept your mouth obediently shut as you dutifully pushed yourself closer to your orgasm the best you could.

It wasn’t enough; you both knew that getting yourself off was much harder of a task than if he was to take charge and you pouted, knowing he’d done that on purpose. No way would you be able to come by yourself in front of all these people, no matter how horny you were, so it was only a matter of time before you broke and begged him for reprieve.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? When you presented yourself to me like some common whore, begging me to fuck you?” Shiva was smiling like a madman as he looked down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye. He didn’t miss how your chest was heaving, or how your juices spread to the tops of your thighs as you continued to make a mess of yourself. “Tsk. Earn your place on my cock, pretty one.”

You whined defiantly as your frustration reached a peak, sweat beading on your forehead as you pinched at your own clit angrily. You failed to cum despite your teetering on the precipice. You were far more sensitive than usual, you could feel it, but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough.

Shiva seemed to take pity on you as he tutted at your whining, shaking his head as he held his hand up for you to stop. Twirling his finger at you, you frowned as you understood his instructions, cheeks blazing. Your body snapped to attention almost robotically, raising upwards to ‘stand’ on your knees before lowering yourself back down, you raised your ass up and lowered your head and Shiva stepped closer to position your hands on your ass cheeks.

“That’s it. Good, now put your head down. Yes, like that, on the floor. Ass up high.” He placed his hands on top of your own, guiding them to squeezing and pulling your ass cheeks wide. “Hold your ass open for them to see. Good, good, you’re doing well.”

Your cheeks were burning and you wondered how long he was going to force you to stay that way. Nobody, not even yourself had ever looked at your asshole so openly for so long before and you tried, desperately, to swallow your humiliation. One, two, three.. you counted, you could do nothing but count, as your fingers slowly tired and your face, knees and shins ached from the rough floor. Forty two, forty three, forty four..

It was the sixth set of counting to sixty of Shiva simply admiring you, massaging everywhere except your pussy as he displayed your goods like the trophy you were to all of his guests. The cheering had settled into more of a hum as the excitement died down and the crowd admired the artwork before them. It was a rare treat for him to be able to share such deliciousness with his comrades, friends, rivals; he also knew he would be the envy of them all which only served to fuel his ego and the smirk plastered on his face. Shiva needed to be careful not to cum in his pants at the thought of knowing he had such a prideful, beautiful, wonderfully vexing woman under his thumb.

Your whining steadily increased in volume as your body began to tire, and when your arms started to wobble, you couldn’t stop the small ‘please’ that escaped you.

“Aw, I’m going to help you out by keeping this view open for everyone, okay?” Shiva used a pair of hands to replace yours, making sure your asshole remained in perfect view to keep the crowd appeased. “Elbows down. Head up. Good. I’m going to fuck your pretty face.”

Sliding his cock under your head was easy, his flexible hips making quick work of thrusting up into your mouth as he held your ass and head firmly in place. His cock was fat and remarkably hard, and its width down your throat made your eyes water, which only made him moan louder each time he observed your eyes watering with every choke. You stuck your tongue out the best you could, his hard bucking hips opening your throat wider with each gag and thrust into the depths of your mouth, until your eyes were streaming from the effort of taking him fully sheathed but your nose was on his pelvis and your tongue was flattened against Shiva’s heavy balls as he eased his head down onto his length with a shudder.

You almost didn’t notice the massage of his thumb against your asshole as he groped at your backside. Almost.

“Ngh-wow, what a nice mouth you have, pretty girl. Maybe you would be worth making my wife. Hmm? What d’ya say? You want this cock for the rest of your life? Mm. Yes.. Fuck.”

You peeked up at him, your pussy clenching desperately as you spotted his scrunched brows and two eyes closed, lost in the nirvana of your throat. The other three were wide open, fixated on your movements, committing the scene to his eternal memory. You slowly moved one of your hands up, testing to see if he would force you still; with no sign of protest, you took his spitsoaked balls in your hand, massaging them gently as you applied pressure just behind them with your forefinger.

Shiva choked as you worked on him, a stuttered “what the fuck” escaping him as he rutted harder into your mouth; your fingers were testing his patience with a new layer of sensations, your tongue out ready and meticulously to attend to his balls with each thrust forward. You hardly noticed your aching knees and elbows, your burning lungs, the firm grip in your hair as his hips became more frenzied. Your stomach fluttered and your pussy ached for Shiva’s pleasure. You wondered if the crowd could see your asshole clenching? Did they move closer? You weren’t sure, and they’d quieted, or had Shiva simply gotten much louder?

It took little time for Shiva’s thrusts to become uneven, and your throat struggled to accommodate as you gagged beautifully on his girth with each pass of his cockhead. You were barely ready when he shot rope after rope of cum down your throat, dragging your head down so your nose was buried into his pelvis as his thumb finally slipped into your ass, his other fingers using your ass to anchor you onto him, bruising the ghost of his fingertips into your flesh. Your cry was muffled by his continued orgasm as he slipped another finger into your cunny, massaging your insides as he filled your throat with his seed.

“Drink it up, sweetheart, you’re going to be full of this for the rest of your life. You should’ve thought this through before you presented yourself to me,” Shiva growled, small pants between words as the sensation of his orgasm sends him feral - he felt utterly euphoric, for the first time in what felt like centuries; no way was he letting you go. He hummed appreciatively as your throat clenched around him. One, two, three thrusts later, he pulls from your mouth with a pop!, a long string of saliva connecting you and you heave for breath, the high of having such a man quite literally by the balls making way for the building wave of sensation of his fingers playing with your holes. You could feel him massaging your inner walls from both sides, and your eyes rolled as you panted, trying desperately to keep yourself together.

“Come, I’m not done with you,” Shiva lifted you onto his lap, his voice commanding with each instruction that was punctuated by him physically moving you exactly where he wanted you to be whilst continuing his assault on your previously neglected holes. He retreated from your pussy after a moment, swapping from his thumb to his forefinger in your backside as he shifted his grip on your ass to hold you above him. “Arch your back. Play with your nipples. Don’t you fill yourself up yet, did I tell you to do that? No.” With a slap to your backside, he slipped his still-swollen member between your pussy lips, breath hitching as your slick began to make a mess of him in anticipation. “Grind, move your hips up and down.”

He had his fat, engorged shaft nestled comfortably in the plush of your cunt, almost bathing in slick as he dragged your hips along his length; forwards, backwards, forwards, over and over again as the ridge of his cockhead gyrated against your neglected, puffy clit. You were so overwhelmed, the hollering in the background from your audience ever present as you tried not to lose yourself completely to the situation; the finger in your ass was making you pant and your cunt clench hungrily to be filled alongside it. Shiva’s skilled fingers sent you to places you didn’t know existed, and you slowly lost focus on everything but him. Your vision tunnelled as you dug your nails into his shoulders for purchase, for grounding, for protection. You could see his face, but you couldn’t register it properly. It was so much, but not enough at the same time, and it was confusing, and you lost focus.

“Oh, you’re salivating. I’m not even inside of you yet. How greedy and eager you are,” he observed keenly, licking the trail of drool from the corner of your mouth with glee and capturing your lips with his own. He sucked on your tongue, nipping your lip hotly as he drank you in, his kisses dragging you back just barely from the brink. Shiva’s hands were burning on your overheated frame, and you found yourself grateful for the outside breeze.

You were unprepared when Shiva guided your hips backward, slipping straight into your weeping hole in one slick movement. You almost bit your tongue in surprise as you registered the glory of him, finally, filling you up the way you’d been hoping for, needing, since he laid eyes on you.

It was better than you ever could have anticipated. His cock curved slightly at just the right angle that made fucking you stupid with minimal movement a simple feat. He was much larger than you were used to. On top of seemingly being able to reduce to you putty with little to no effort, his cock filled you up just right, stretching you deliciously as his arms anchored you into position, pushing your hips impossibly hard onto himself as he moaned into your neck and the finger in your ass stuttered to a brief halt. Your head fell forward, against his shoulder as your breath truly escaped you, panting as you tried not to fall apart at the feeling. He hasn’t even started, you thought woefully. And you felt this far gone already.

Shiva clenched his teeth as you moulded to his cock, sharp bolts of pain in his shoulders as you dug your nails into him, pulsing insistently in what he was sure was an effort to milk him dry and/or suffocate him, and it was working. How long had it been since he’d been so turned on by a woman? You were glorious, you were perfectly fucking made for his cock. Your cunt choked him, stuttering his hips as he willed himself to move, but found himself unwilling to pull out first; even to slam it straight back into you.

“Go on, pretty girl,” Shiva crooned, his touch gentle as he gently probed your backside with one hand, caressing you with the others. His touch was overwhelming, but comforting, and electric. It took a second for you to understand what he was saying. “Fill yourself up right now. Have at it.”

“Mm,” you nodded obediently, weakly, as you started moving your hips the way he wanted you to earlier, slowly; fighting the fog was hard, and your hips moved instinctively as if driven by Shiva’s quiet grunts of affirmation. You peeked at his expression, your cunny clenching enthusiastically seeing his eyes rolled back and chest heaving.

You picked up the pace, Shiva’s stuttered breaths and bruising fingers guiding you along, your confidence building with each moan that escaped him. Your body pulsed with pain, aching with the exertion as your body began to grow exhausted but you didn’t care. You carried on, with a whine, like a being possessed.

You keened at the scrape of his cockhead against your insides, a carnal ache for more taking over as you bounced with more and more enthusiasm. He was a thick man, packing plenty of girth that you were sure was tailor-made to send you cross-eyed and scatter all rational thought. Nothing you’d ever had in the past even compared to the elation you were feeling. Your hand, one on his shoulder was scratching desperately for leverage whilst the other, entangled in his hair, was tugging harder the closer you came to your peak. You yelped as he took a pebbled nipple in his mouth, tweaking the other with and hand, slipping another finger into your ass all at the same time.

It didn’t matter how many people were watching, it didn’t matter how you got yourself in this mess. Nothing mattered except the feel of his dick inside of you and the orgasm you were chasing; the best fucking you’d ever had, even before you’d cum properly.

“Mmf, hng-Shiva, m’gna- gonna cum!”

He tugged at your hair just as the crescendo hit, forcing you to look upwards at him and you saw stars, before you fell into utopia in the confines of his gaze. You choked on your breath as you released an impressive stream of juices all over him, milking his cock for all its worth. Your words turned into incoherent babbles as you sobbed, legs finally buckling from your efforts and you fell forward against him, fully into his arms.

“Scram,” he waved his hand to disperse the crowd who all disappeared obediently without question, taking a nipple in his mouth again and kindly massaging your frame as your mind drifted somewhere around unconsciousness. He never thought you would've agreed to this, and he'd never been so glad of setting a challenge in his life. On top of that, you took him so well; his cock raged at the idea of being removed, so much so that he stayed buried in you for several minutes as you gained some equilibrium, his hands on your body doing more than you expected in soothing your frazzled neres.

His kindness did not last long. Picking you up, he flips you onto your back, pushing your knees down towards your head, exposing your quivering little hole to the elements. One, two, three swipes of precum onto your hole and he sinks into your folds in one unforgiving movement, pushing deep into your belly as the movement forces all the air out of your lungs with a yelp. He bullies his swollen cockhead into your cervix sharply, with no give as you squeal into the open air. You grab frantically at him, at his hair, his shoulders - anything, clawing for purchase.

Shiva hissed - there was no way that was normal, the way your plushy walls rolled and clenched around him so tightly, the tremble of your thighs vibrating his cock deliciously as he sunk himself to the hilt, his balls heavy against your ass as he pulsed in rhythm to your spasms. Slowly, he rocked into you, trading speed for strength as each thrust beat your most sensitive spot with pinpoint precision at achingly slow speeds. You're so wet, the squelching of your cunt echoes in the expanse of the now vacated space atop the mountain, and you wonder how far the sound is travelling.

"O-oh, I'm so far from done with you, princess," Shiva rumbled, a low moan escaping as he relished your fluttering walls soaking him so nicely, staring at you with eyes glazed with lust and pure hunger as he admires your tear-stained cheeks and your pussy stretched so wonderfully around him. He pins your knees on your chest, your cunt spasming diligently at the added stretch as your breath stopped. You swallow him up, snugly and perfectly, the base of his cock rubbing against your clit and dragging gasps out of you with each steady, well-timed thrust.

All too soon, the growing coil of pleasure in your belly grows to its peak, and you are forced over the edge with a blaze, a mess of fluids spilling from your cunny down your quivering thighs as Shiva continued his bruising pace, relentlessly, far after the sun set.

#*writing #*nsfw #*ror #kinktober #shiva #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #ror smut #snv smut #x reader #shiva x reader #shiva x you #ror shiva x you #snv shiva x you #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok x you #record of ragnarok smut #*smut #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Inspiration Saturday

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This is more Fuck it than Inspiration while I continue to work on you’re where I wanna go. This past February I saw this sculpture (Eternal Springtime by Rodin) and immediately thought of Buck.

The rooms are seemingly endless, each one flowing seamlessly to the next, winding into new spaces and swallowing him whole with what they contain.

As much as Buck enjoys being around people, specifically his people, he loves this too. Being in a sacred space where the walls are lined with these treasures from the past. Testaments to the ever evolving story of humanity. What they found valuable, shameful, beautiful, abhorrent, worth protecting and preserving.

It feels like worship. Carefully treading on hallowed ground, soaking in the colors, lines, curves and textures. Letting them fill his mortal soul with something more elegant and holy than he could ever conceive of. Buck doesn’t even dare to speak, too fearful that his clumsy words of praise and awe would disturb the delicate atmosphere somehow.

Most rooms have displays in the middle — carvings or pottery — as well as the paintings hanging around them. The one he’s in now has a few smaller sculptures set on pedestals. When Buck completes his circuit of the impressionists, he drifts to the center, unprepared for what he sees. A quiet gasp escapes, taking the air in his lungs with it.

The bronze rendering depicts two lovers, a man and woman, intertwined, but not fully. He holds her, one arm supporting her back as she gracefully arches backwards, a hand in his hair as they kiss, trusting he won’t let go. His left leg crosses hers, settling between her wide stance, and his left arm extends behind him, reaching, as if he’s just dipped her body over and is trying to maintain some balance.

Buck stares, scarcely blinking or breathing. The full weight of the lovers’ intimacy and passion hits him, burrowing into his skin and nestling around his heart. What must it feel like to be loved like that?

He brings a hand up to cover his mouth, attempting to hold in the overwhelming wave of want that consumes him. The want to be loved and desired and held so preciously. Not just temporarily, for a fleeting moment in the shadows of night and anonymity, but for a lifetime. Someone that would look at him — all of him — with his scars and trauma, and deem him enough.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling him back from the edge of his spiral. When he checks, it’s a text from Eddie. His mood immediately lightens and his heart softens while his lips curve into a fond smile.

Abuela brought a tres leches cake earlier. Chris says you better come over if you want any.

Buck’s grin grows wider. He can perfectly picture Chris saying that, too. Buck learned early on that both his Diaz boys showed no mercy when it came to Abuela’s tres leches.

At the art museum. Tell him I’ll be there for dinner.

The little dots immediately begin bouncing on the screen, and it goes on for so long Buck begins to wonder what else Eddie could possibly have to say. So it surprises him when only one simple, devastating emoji appears.

❤️

#fuck it friday #inspiration saturday #I felt a lotta damn things when i saw this particular piece of art #and i love wandering museums #don’t know if i’ll do more with this #maybe? #hippo writes

[klutzyroses]

Hiii! This is my first time making a request. I was wondering if you could write a fix where the MC (in Ilene Sengoku) stands up for herself instead of having the ML’s do it + Their reactions. I hope I’m not asking for too much. The situation in which she stands up for herself doesn’t have to be extremely specific (In other words you can make it up). Thank you!

I hope I've met your expectations anon~

IkeSen HC: Stand Up MC

How do they react to MC standing up for herself?

Suitors: Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Kenshin, Shingen

Nobunaga

You know he is impressed right from the beginning.

A woman as strong willed as she is noble, hm? She is quite the intrigue to him.

The amount of self respect she has heavily outweighs her fear of people above her and not allowing others to treat her however they wish is a trait most people lack around here, yet it is a characteristic he most closely identifies with her very quickly.

She proves herself very capable of knocking people down a couple of levels, even those most would be afraid to speak back to. She however shows little to no fear.

The fire within her is a sight to behold, her pretty face set hard and firm, just like her clenched fists, almost poised to fight if she absolutely needs to.

Of course, if push comes to shove, he will not allow even one scratch on her being, but it's still commendable that she is undoubtedly prepared to stand her ground, even if the odds aren't in her favour.

This fireball of a woman is definitely a keeper.

Ieyasu

Well...

Knowing how prickly he himself can be, one must have quite the backbone to stand up to him.

He doesn't know what to expect from the young woman when he subjects her to his sharp tongue, but it certainly wasn't that she would put him in his place as hard as she does.

He would never show it, but the way she claps back at him, demanding his respect, and chastising him so harshly for looking down on her that he is rendered silent for a second or two as she storms off without waiting for a response from him.

Her beautifully aggressive voice has a hint of an irritated growl in it as she chided him. It'd be rather sweet to listen to if it wasn't directed at him with scathing words.

He would sooner die than say so, but he does have some form of respect for her...just a little.

Maybe she isn't so weak after all..

Kenshin

This woman...

The warmonger has always been vocal about his...opinion on women. It does however, shift upon meeting this particular maiden.

The unabashed defiance in her eyes as she stands up to him, even fully knowing who he is and what he is capable of doing to her, is something that takes him aback, though he doesn't show it openly.

He is unsure whether she is truly that brave, or that foolish. Either way, she...interests him. She is unlike most, who would cower before him, or run for dear life. She instead looks him dead in the eye with a serious expression, her lips set in a hard line, not a trace of fear in her features.

He almost finds himself wanting to find what her limits would be if he raised the stakes of his threats...yet he doesn't for reasons unknown to even himself.

He will think about it even after the incident has passed, the fiery and stoic woman who met his gaze without so much as a flinch or a tremor staying within his mind. Who was she, that she could stare the Uesugi lord and stand tall rather than cower?

These are the questions that plague him as he contemplates seeing her again.

Shingen

Ah what a fascinating beauty!

He doesn't see women like her come around very often. This is, after all, a time where more demure, quiet women are commonplace.

But that is precisely why she is all the more lovely. Especially when upset or offended when one dares to disrespect her in any way. The way her gorgeous eyes light up with anger and indignation towards the subject of her ire is captivating on it's own.

While he rather see her happy and smiling, her angry and proudly defending herself is a special kind of beautiful he didn't realize he needed to see.

She should expect to be showered in praise for her bravery and dignity...even if he is the one she was just standing up to.

He often wonders what this strong angel would be like against the likes of Kenshin. Or rather, what Kenshin would do against the likes of her.

That is a sight he would like to see indeed.

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My Shooting Star (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Gn!reader 

Summary: You say goodbye to Elvis for good, but neither of you want to let go. 

Genre: sad angst but it’s also sweet. (???)

Warning(s): sadness, crying, angst, not beta read so prob some grammatical errors (let me know if there’s anything I missed). 

Rating: PG || WC: 500 (just a drabble) 

A/N: Honestly, I can’t believe that my first post for fanfiction in the Elvis 2022 fandom is angst. I almost never write (or read) angst but this is pretty short. I am working on other fics for Austin!Elvis but this was just something that didn’t fit into my other works as I am a fan of happy endings. Anyways, I’m a bit nervous that this is my first work so even though it’s angst, I hope you enjoy!

“It’s you,” he confesses, eyes downcast. Hair falls apart and over his forehead messily. You think he’s never looked so beautiful. He lets out a sharp sigh, sounding frustrated. “It’s always been you,” he looks up again and you're rendered speechless. 

White noise drowns out all other thoughts till only he remains—just him, only him. You blink, heat rimming around your eyes and it burns. The tears build like the multitude of emotions inside your heart. “Damn it—,” you choke out in the quiet. “I tried so hard not to fall for you, Elvis Presley, because I knew—I knew it would come to this.” 

Warmth touches your cheek. You realize Elvis is holding you, cradling the sides of your face with calloused hands like he’s never seen anything more worthy of love. Your first tear falls. 

“Ain’t that what makes this so beautiful?” He asks, velvety tone now dulled with the reality of goodbye. You see that he's trying to be positive, to be brave like the superhero he always dreamed of being. 

Deep in the soul, you knew he would always be that dreaming little boy. Even when others only see the surface, the fame, and glory, the glitz, and glamour, the way he shines like a lone star, bright and far away from you.

To you—to you, Elvis Presley will always be the quiet southern boy that dreamt of saving everyone he loved. 

“Yes… but it don’t make it hurt any less.” You're fully crying. A river of tears stream down your neck. He breathes out, and the humidity puffs onto your lips. It takes everything inside of you not to crumble on the floor. “But I wouldn’t have had it any other way,” you admit softly, saying the words despite your throat seizing. 

“Me—,” black curls brush over your chin as his head hangs in defeat. “Me too.” The words are gritty, quiet. 

“Promise me something?” You ask, shaky fingers grazing over the worn black lace of his shirt. Thick lashes flutter upward, his ocean eyes full of sorrow. 

“Anything,” he says, without any hesitance. 

“Since I met you, you’ve been real good at bein’ strong for everyone else,” you admit. The dim light of the motel illuminates a popcorn ceiling that you look at for strength to say these words. “Even if it’s not—,” sharp pain takes over, choking what you want to say, but you press through it. He needs to hear this. “With me... promise me you’ll be weak for someone, with someone. No one can go through life bein' strong all the time.” 

Your forearms are pressed against a lean, toned chest that’s shuddering like thunder. He’s hugging you, cradling the back of your neck, and crying. You’ve never heard a sound more earth-shattering. The pit of your stomach plummets to the floor like an anchor as you wrap your arms around his back and squeeze. 

“I love you.” 

It's the last thing you say to one another before he leaves, forever beyond your reach like a shooting star in the night sky. 

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