#very sexy (but time consuming to be honest)

[sprimps]

sometimes drawing tony is something that can be soooo personal

#FINALLY managed to draw something last night #i was not inspired tho so #this was all i could do #BUT i must say i tried painting over my lineart and i snapped like #zoom in on that face......... so many lil textures...........yummy #(on my knees begging u to click on the image so u can see the yummy sharp textures) #very sexy (but time consuming to be honest) #tony baby. i love you. drawing you is so easy. you're the best #tony stark #my art #mcu #iron man #fanart

[stxrvel]

gym time

summary: you didn't expect to meet someone like Bucky Barnes when you decided to enter the gym, especially since his looks and words were anything but friendly.

pairing: au!bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +1k

warning: uhm, descriptions of bucky working out? some bad words. also i suck at summaries but what i was trying to say is that bucky is very suggestive here, and there will be suggestive conversations iykwim. this chapter doesn't contain too much of that but still minors do not interact!!!!

note: hi guys! um, i dont know what to say. being honest idk why i wrote this when i dont know if i'll ever be able to continue it, i think it was for the joy or fun in it and maybe trying to test new things? i kind of wrote the draft for a second part but i dont think i want this one to be a series, i wanted to see it like a drabble but i got carried away and now there are too many words. but what i do know now is that i will be pleased to write drabbles in a scenario like this, like in this universe or au. if you guys liked this (which i hope so) would you mind sending me what would you like to see next? only time will tell how good i'm doing but i hope i can at least entertain you a little. anyway, looking forward to your opinions and i really hope you like this one! since it's my first time writing in this kind of genre :'(

You were at the gym. It had been barely a week since you had started with the goal of creating a routine in your life, because work was consuming you from the inside out. Coming home no longer felt like it used to, when you still had the fever of being independent and being able to get yourself everything you wanted. Adult life really was a mud puddle compared to what we always thought as kids.

So… yeah, you decided to join the gym closest to your apartment to try to change your bad procrastination habits a bit. Maybe now that you were paying for it with your own money you'd feel more like going, just for the sake of not making the money go to waste. But, hey, it was something.

During that week everything had been relatively fine. You hadn't had any problems with anyone, no awkward comments and you had gotten some workout partners to take turns lifting weights or running on the treadmills with at the same time.

It was honestly becoming your favorite place to be after work.

And, well, of course, there was him.

The man you shared end-to-end glances with at the gym. He never came close, always kept his space, unless he had to use some machine near where you were.

He looked like a decent man… and definitely sexy. But you didn't dare get close even though it seemed to be the only thing the two of you wanted to do. The furtive glances weren't even accidental anymore, you both sought each other out through the masses of air as if it was second nature to you. And that upset you too much because it hadn't been too many days, how could you feel so passionate and heated just sharing glances with a stranger? Within what you didn't know there might be something you didn't like, even.

Anyway, you had to avert your gaze each time before it became too much, but it always seemed like it wasn't enough for the people around you not to notice.

“Why don't you just go talk to him?” Veronica spoke in front of you, waiting for Erika to leave the press to start her series.

You were on the treadmill finishing your routine that day and that man was on the other side of the gym, lifting weights like they were nothing. You had watched him for so long without embarrassment that you had almost memorized every line of his massive arms. And your partners that day had definitely noticed.

“I don't think it's appropriate,” was all you could think of.

Erika snorted, lowering her legs as she put down the weights. “She's afraid the sexual tension surrounding them will suffocate her.”

“Erika!” you scowled at her. “Stop talking nonsense.”

“I'm of the same opinion as Veronica, you should just go talk to him. If it turns out his personality isn't as sexy as his body, you're not going to lose anything and you're going to gain a lot.”

Veronica, who had already settled into the press after Erika cleaned the chair, nodded animatedly at her partner's words.

You turned your head to look at him again, just as his strong hands released the weight that bounced to the floor. You saw him shake his arms slightly and move his shoulders in circles, releasing the tension a little at a time. Even in the distance you could make out as if he were right beside you the line of his veins running around his arms and the-

“Look at her, she's drooling already.”

You clicked your tongue and Erika only shared a chuckle with Veronica. You decided to focus solely on getting the treadmill over with quickly so you could get through that day.

-

You came out of the shower with an incredible freshness dancing in your body. In the bathrooms the atmosphere was always a little cooler than in the center of the gym, so the time after the bath was one of your favorites. Veronica and Erika had already left, they had said goodbye before you entered the shower. They always left at seven o'clock at night, but you preferred to stay a little longer and enjoy the showers you paid for because you didn't have much to do at home when you got there.

With the towel over your right shoulder you walked towards the lockers to get your training bag and other belongings. You thought for a moment about leaving a few things from your bag since there would be a zumba class early tomorrow morning and maybe you were getting a little interested in going, when you heard some footsteps close to where you were.

There shouldn't have been too many people left in the gym at that time because closing time was at 8:00 p.m., so someone else must have gotten out of the shower to get their belongings just like you.

You decided to leave a few things in the locker for the next day's class, encouraging you a little more to leave the house a little earlier. Anyway, you knew Veronica would be there so you wouldn't be alone.

You pulled out the bag with the things you were going to take with you and closed the locker. You turned around to leave, when you finally realized who else had come in after you.

It was him. It was that man.

You had never met him in the evenings. He always left before seven o'clock so you never had the chance to meet him alone until that moment, when you stopped dead in front of him, your sneakers grinding against the floor as if you had braked violently at fifty kilometers per hour.

Your locker was all the way in the left corner of that room and it looked like his was a few spaces away from yours in the same direction, closer to the door.

His gaze lifted in your direction at the sound of your shoes and you had to squeeze your bag strap tightly over your shoulder, eating your embarrassment fiercely.

“Hey,” he spoke first and his voice was nothing like you had imagined.

It was incredibly better. His baritone tone, somewhat raspy and light, sounded like he didn't have a care in the world. The way he slightly curved his lips sent an electric sensation throughout your body. He had given you that smile before, but at that proximity it was a whole new experience. It seemed like your body began to vibrate on another frequency.

“How did you like the gym?”

“Uh?”

The man turned back to you, closing his locker almost at the same time and leaning his shoulder against it in the most smooth way you'd ever seen, handling his body with a confidence that almost made you feel intimidated.

“You're new here, aren't you?”

“Ah, yes,” you nodded slightly, again feeling that embarrassment make its way from your throat. “I've really liked the gym, I've felt very comfortable thankfully. And the monthly plans are very good, affordable.”

The man nodded attentively at your words, as you tried to keep your composure under his sharp gaze.

“I'm Bucky,” he suddenly introduced himself, stepping a little closer to where you stood.

“I'm Y/N,” you kept your voice steady as you raised your hand to meet his that had just extended in front of you at a safe distance. “A pleasure.”

“The pleasure's all mine,” Bucky gave your hand a good shake, causing things in your body that you were too embarrassed to admit. You didn't know if your cheeks could get flushed, but at that moment you felt like they looked cartoonish, vibrant red and hot. “And I'm glad to hear you're comfortable. I do my best to make my clients happy.”

“Oh…?”

Even though you felt spellbound under the piercing fierceness of those blue eyes, your ears were still working enough to allow your head to process what you'd heard.

“You're the owner?”

Bucky nodded and you wanted to hide your head in a hole for a moment.

So you'd been eye-fucking the owner of the gym? Hell, now that you thought about it more clearly, it could even be that this man was older than you, much older.

Oh no, the things you had to go through for not being a little more prudent. Good thing that embarrassing moment would only be in your head.

“And now that you know, you can drop any complaints or recommendations directly to me, if you want.”

You let out a short laugh, trying to cut through the awkwardness you felt inside as you realized the situation you were in.

“Sure, yeah, anything I need to tell you I'll do it personally.”

“Also if you want me to change something… give you something or do something, you can tell me.”

“Sure,” you nodded quickly, starting to move around him to get closer to the exit. Bucky wouldn't take his eyes off you. “Now I know I'm counting on you for anything…. From the gym, that is.”

Your awkward laugh died under his intense but amused gaze. Was he enjoying it?

“And you can talk to me, if you want too,” Bucky continued speaking as you completely surrounded him and now found yourself in the position he had been before, “not just watching me from afar.”

You were sure the blood had left your face by this time. Your level of embarrassment had gone over the edge and in that instant you didn't know how to do anything but look at him as if he had caught you in the middle of a crime. You tightened the strap of your bag while holding your breath as you noticed him moving a little closer towards you.

“It's not that it bothers me, don't go thinking that. It's just that… I'd like to get to know you a little more if that's possible.”

“Uhm…” you mumbled with a dry mouth, the reflection of the light in his blue eyes much clearer against the short distance between the two of you. You passed saliva with difficulty, shaking your head to answer him, “Yeah, sure. I'd like to know you too.”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he nodded at your words, not making a move to get any closer. If that five-foot distance alone already felt like you were suffocating, you didn't want to imagine what it would be like to have him standing to the side or behind you explaining how to do some exercise even though you already knew how to do them all…

Shit.

“See you then, doll.”

He walked around you, walking away from that conversation and that tension like it was nothing, like a bomb hadn't just exploded in front of you. You couldn't even say anything goodbye to him, you didn't know in that instant how to move your mouth.

For a moment you felt so foolish for allowing yourself to show yourself in such a vulnerable way in front of a man… but, at the same time, so much had happened since the last time you had actively flirted with one of them (even though what you had done at that moment had been spitting words). You'd barely had a taste to remember what the adrenaline, excitement and anticipation of having a truly fun night was like… that you didn't plan on letting go.

Bucky had thrown you that rope and you were sure you were going to take it.

-

a/n: thank you for reading!! <3

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x you #stxrvel talks #bucky fluff #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #winter soldier #bucky barnes x you

[flametrashiraarchive]

The Wind and Wisteria- chapter 3.

It’s here!! I have one more chapter left to write and then this part of the story is wrapped up!

I have thought about going back in time and writing about the first time you meet (and bang) Sanemi, or maybe jumping ahead to another sexy adventure. If you’d like more please let me know.

Content guidance: There is no smut in this chapter (but we’ll make up for that in chapter 4.) CW for violence and blood.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2|

Chapter 3

The morning after the kiss, Sanemi is called away on another mission. His Kasugai crow wakes up the entire house as it frantically delivers the message, and Sanemi leaves before dawn. He doesn’t say goodbye, which isn’t surprising. He never has.

It takes a week for the tingling to subside whenever you remember the sensation of his lips on yours, and even then it catches you off guard when you think you're safe.

You try your best to push him from your mind and throw yourself into your work.

Little by little, day by day, your house empties. Most of the kakushi have left by the second week. A few days after that the doctor returns to check on Kyojuro Rengoku, the wounded flame hashira. 

After checking him over, the doctor proclaims that the patient is out of immediate danger and recovering well. To be honest though, you could have told him that. Your home has been filled with Rengoku’s loud, effusive laughter for a couple of days.

“Someone needs to write a study on the healing properties of your shrimp tempura, my friend,” Kyojuro sits in bed a month after he first came in with his injuries, happily working his way through his second plate of the dish that afternoon as you change his dressing on his chest. 

You chuckle and shake your head. “Eat your fill, Rengoku-sama. If anyone deserves to consume their body weight in crustaceans it’s you.”

“I truly cannot thank you enough.” The flame hashira is all smiles once more. His good eye is full of light and warmth, the other still concealed behind a patch. It won’t work again but it doesn’t seem to bother him. None of his injuries do. He’s still just as pleasant, enthusiastic, and friendly as ever. “But please don’t concern yourself with formalities. Kyojuro is just fine.”

You finish dressing his wound, which appears to be healing well considering. “The doctor confirmed that you're well enough to travel to the butterfly mansion today. The kakushi will be here soon to take you.”

“Ah! The butterfly mansion? That is good news. Perhaps my brother can visit? My family’s home isn’t far from there.” He puts his hand on yours and smiles. “But I will miss the tempura, my friend.”

You laugh, “I’ll pack some for you to eat on the journey.”

“You’re a blessing. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart.”

"Well thank you for being such a wonderful guest. And for all that you do, Kyojuro."

He squeezes your hand and smiles, radiating warmth and kindness.

You leave the room in a wonderful mood. It does your heart so much good to see the flame hashira alive and well, and to be honest, you’re going to miss him when he goes.

When the Kakushi arrive later that day with a cart to carry him to the butterfly mansion, you stand at the front door to your house and wave him off. A wry smile pulls at your lips, because you can still hear him talking and laughing long after the road curves and he disappears from view. 

It’s a beautiful evening and your home is empty once more. You head out into your garden to bring in the laundry. The sun has just set, leaving the sky kissed with hues of gold and pink. The breeze blows through the sheets and sways the wisteria blossoms, scenting the air with a sweet, pleasant smell. You close your eyes and just stand there, appreciating the beauty of the fading day before turning round and almost slamming right into–

“Sanemi?” 

Right away your body begins to heat and some foolish part of you hopes he came back to finish what he began in the kitchen a month ago. 

But his lips are downturned, his eyes are weary, and they’re looking everywhere but at you. “I need to stay here tonight.”

Whatever mission he has been on the past month has visibly taken a toll on him; there are fresh scars on his arms and chest, and when his gaze finally settles on you, there are horrors reflected there beyond your imagination. There's also an open wound on his shoulder.

Sanemi may be a difficult man to deal with–and a difficult man to develop feelings for–but there isn’t a person alive who can claim to fight harder than he does against the demons who feed off humanity. And whatever feelings you have for him pale in comparison to your duty as the mistress of a house with a wisteria crest.

“Okay. Well, of course you’re welcome here as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. I’ll prepare a room for you.”

"Thank you," he says, his eyes still fixed on the ground. 

"You're bleeding… should I fetch–?"

"I'm fine," he says bluntly.

His voice has always contrasted sharply with his appearance. To look at him; his scars, his wild eyes and unruly hair, you would never expect his voice to be so smooth and calm. It's the type of voice that can send shivers down your spine even when he isn't whispering filth in your ear. 

You lead him into your house. He knows the way by now; he has stayed with you so many times, but he follows a step behind as if he needs your guidance.

"Here you are," you say quietly, gesturing to the room he has stayed in time and time again.

He pulls in a long, slow breath and raises his eyes to meet yours. For a moment it seems as though he's about to speak but then he looks away again.

The air between you is stifling. 

"Sanemi–"

"Don’t." He grits his teeth and glances away, a quiet growl sounding at the back of his throat. "I know I shouldn't have come back, I just didn't know where else to go. I'll leave in the morning."

That hurts a little but you're not about to tell him that. "Fine. Do what you like, but if you won't let me fetch the doctor to look at that wound, at least let me clean it and bandage it. Otherwise it could fester."

A dismissive grunt sounds in his throat as he takes his katana from his belt and props it against the wall. He gestures to his scarred face and torso. "Look at me; I know how to treat wounds. Bring me the supplies and I'll do it myself. I don't need you."

There's no point in arguing. You know Sanemi will only dig in his heels. 

"Such a stubborn ass," you mutter under your breath as you head off to get the supplies. You always have a first aid kit on hand because of how often demon slayers come to you with minor cuts and scratches. 

The world outside the window is pitch dark now.

As you head back to the room you notice a trail of little blood droplets all the way down your hallway floor leading to the room, and your chest tightens with worry. The wound is clearly worse than Sanemi is letting on.

Approaching the room you try to make him see reason, "Sanemi this looks a little worse than–" 

He's asleep.

You hesitate in the doorway, instinctively afraid of waking him. But asleep or not, one of you needs to stop the bleeding. You head into the room and approach the sleeping hashira. For the first time since you've known him he looks peaceful.

Sanemi barely stirs as you sit on the edge of the bed and begin to tend to his wounds. His eyes open only slightly before he mutters something unintelligible and drifts back off.

Carefully– and with considerable difficulty since Sanemi is absolutely no help whatsoever– you remove his haori so you can better access the wound. His hashira uniform is sleeveless beneath, which makes this a whole lot easier. 

The wound is fairly deep but looks far less dire once you get the dried blood cleaned up. In fact, it's odd that it left a trail of blood droplets at all. It doesn't look like it needs stitches but it's likely he'll have yet another scar.

You apply pressure, trying not to let your gaze linger on him for too long. As always it's a battle you lose. 

Finding yourself attracted to Sanemi is a curious thing. 

At first glance you can't help but see his scars and bloodshot eyes, and his general air of shitheadedness. But once you notice how handsome he is beneath all that, his beauty takes root in your heart and refuses to stop blooming. It isn't just his muscles or the scars or the way he can fuck you. It's the tangle of contradictions which make him who he is. 

No one treads the line between angel and devil quite like Sanemi.

You finish bandaging his wound and stand to leave, halted by the sudden sensation of his hand around yours.

"Stay," he murmurs softly, his sleepy voice laced with a vulnerability you aren't used to hearing from him.

So you stay. 

You sit down on the edge of the bed, holding his hand as he sleeps. Sanemi's hands break your heart. They're hands which have endured and dealt unimaginable pain. His knuckles are scarred, his palms thick and callused from years of wielding his blade. 

And yet that night, when he kissed you, those hands which have known so much violence, caressed you with more tenderness than you ever thought existed.

Even the way they feel when he touches you; when he's rough, bordering on brutal, his wounded, abused hands still have the ability to coax out so much pleasure. 

His hands are just another of Sanemi Shinazugawa's contradictions.

Deep down inside, an urge stirs in your chest; the urge to keep holding onto his tired hands forever.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know," you say quietly as he sleeps.

He stirs ever so slightly, rolling onto his side and bringing the back of your hand to rest on his cheek. Your heart squeezes as his brow furrows and he gently nuzzles your hand before falling still once more. You can’t help but smile.

A sinister, inhuman laugh breaks through the stillness, and at once the air reeks of fetid, rotting flesh. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Mmm… the air here is ripe with marechi blood," a demonic voice snarls from above.

Fear shoots through your body; a deep, primal instinct telling you a predator is near. You're suddenly no more than a rabbit realizing too late that a fox is in your warren. You freeze, not daring to look up. 

Droplets of blood drip from the ceiling onto the white bed sheets. 

Panicked, your instinct is to wake Sanemi, but the moment you try to rouse him, you're pulled away from him and dragged out the door with so much force you don't even have time to scream. 

In the blink of an eye you're outside surrounded by darkness and trees, and staring into the blood-red eyes of the demon.

Sharp teeth and claws, blood running from its eyes like rivers of tears, and that cruel, inhuman laugh.

Your back is pressed to the cold earth as the demon scrapes a long, black claw along your cheek. Its mouth hangs open, drool dripping from its fangs, ready to bite into your flesh. Your hands find a fallen stick and you shove it into its mouth, preventing it from biting you. 

Wicked laughter rattles from between its lips as it bites the stick in two. Your efforts bought you a couple of seconds, nothing more.

"Feisty one, aren't you?" it growls, plucking a splinter of wood from between its teeth. "That's good. Adds a peppery taste to your flesh. Tell me, are you the one with marechi blood, hm? Or is the sleeping one? Doesn't matter either way, I'll eat you both." 

You don't hesitate to ram the jagged point of the broken stick into its neck, the bones of your arm rattling from the force. 

Gargled curses fill the air as blood spills from the monster's mouth. If it were a natural creature, that would be the end of it, or so close enough that you could attempt to escape, but the demon recovers quickly, its flesh healing before your eyes as you try with every last remaining ounce of your strength to overpower it.  

Don't give in. Fight. Fight. I have to fight. 

You wedge your feet beneath its belly and push with all your might, sending the gargling fiend back just a few inches, enough for you to wriggle free and crawl out from under it. 

The demon only laughs, wiping away tears of blood as you find your feet and begin to run. In an instant it's on you once more, pinning your arms behind your back and stopping your escape. Your instincts scream at you to break free from his iron grip.

Whatever it takes, you must survive.

"I was going to kill you quickly, but not anymore. I'll break your arms and legs, make you watch as I eat your lover. I'll take my time with both of you," it snarls into your ear. "Feast upon you one little piece at a time so you live as long as possible. Your screams will echo in this place long after you are gone."

Kicking back with all your might, your heel is met with the solid boney flesh of its leg. It doesn't flinch. It isn't enough.

I'm going to die.

A sudden wind blows, so strong it steals your breath away, and apparently knocks the demon back, because at once your arms are free and you fall forward onto the ground.

The figure of a man appears, crouching defensively in front of you, blocking your line of vision.

His all too familiar voice calls out to the darkness, "I'll tear you to fucking shreds!"

"Sanemi!"

The hashira doesn't move. He remains crouched between you and the demon, like a wild beast waiting to pounce upon its prey. 

You move to try to pull yourself up, but he reaches a hand behind him and places it between your shoulder blades, pushing you firmly to the ground. "Stay down." 

The demon cackles in the darkness. "Ah… a hashira, is it? Good. The pair of you will make a fine meal."

The voice seems to come from every direction at once.

"Come on out, demon," Sanemi calls. "You think you can take me on? Bring it on, you ugly fuck."

A snarl sounds from above, and a fraction of a second later, Sanemi pounces. His movements are so fast your eyes can barely keep up. He and the demon clash mid-air, his blade slicing its abdomen in half. It's not enough to kill the demon, but Sanemi doesn't hesitate to slice again and again, carving the demon to pieces. 

"What's the matter?" Sanemi taunts as the demon thrashes on the ground. "You thought you could get away with attacking her? Well you were dead wrong." He stabs the demon again. "What was it you said? Your screams will echo in this place long after you're gone?" He smiles, plunging his blade into the demon's eye socket and twisting it. "Thanks for the inspiration."

The demon shrieks, its claws swiping helplessly in Sanemi's direction. The hashira simply swings his blade, slicing off the demon's hands. And then he stabs and stabs. The demon's pained howls ring through the darkness.

Sanemi's eyes are wide and wild. "I'm gonna send you to hell, and when you get down there you're going to give every demon you see a message. Understand? I'm going to carve this message into your damn soul so every demon that comes after you instinctively knows it. Burn these words into your blood." He grips the demon by the hair and yanks its head up and around, snapping its neck to make it look at you. Sanemi jabs a finger in your direction. "You don't get to threaten her. You don't get to hurt her. If any demon so much as thinks about it, I'll kill them far, far more slowly and painfully than this. Got it?"

There's so much fury, so much possession in his voice, and as he delivers the killing blow to the demon, you can only lie there, astounded.

The demon's body crumbles to smoldering ash, carried away by the fresh night air, and the forest falls completely silent.

"Are you hurt?" Sanemi asks.

"No. I'm fine." You pull yourself to your feet and dust yourself off. 

"No you're not, idiot." He steps up to you, tilts your chin with his index finger, inspecting the claw mark on your cheek. 

"I said I'm fine."

The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk. "You sound like me. But yeah, you're right. It's just a cut." As quickly as his smile appears, it dissolves to a scowl. "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. It took me a minute to figure out what had happened to you. I'm not at my best right now."

"That wasn't your best?"

He shakes his head. "I'm exhausted."

"You fell asleep so deeply and so quickly before. Was that the demon's influence?"

The corner of his mouth twitches ever so slightly. "No. I'm just… tired. I'm so tired of fighting, of losing people, of feeling like we're never gonna win. The only time I ever feel good is when–" he cuts himself off and turns away from you. "The mission I was on this past month… The victims were kids. I haven't been able to sleep since. Not until I came here." He adds quietly. "Not until I came here… to you."

"Sanemi–" You take a step toward him, half expecting him to flinch away, but he doesn't. He lets you bring up your hands to cup his face.

"Goddamn it. I've tried to push you away. I've tried to stop myself from feeling anything for you but…" He mirrors your gesture, carefully caressing your cheeks with his scarred and bloodied hands. "Caring for you terrifies me, because everyone I've ever found comfort in has died. Every one of them."

"You care for me?"

"Dammit I've tried not to. At first it was just sex and spending a few hours drinking sake and pretending to be normal, but then…" He sighs. "I thought if I never looked you in the eyes, if I just focused on pleasure and kept you at a distance I could keep fucking you and stop myself from caring but I can't. I can't. And now you're the only person I've cared for that I've been able to save and… maybe that means something."

Your cheeks are burning, your heart pounding to a frantic rhythm.

"Fuck. Say something." His voice is tinged with desperation. "Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me you don't want me–"

"Never."

His eyes widen and a look of sheer panic crosses his face. 

"Sanemi, I can't do that." You pull in a deep breath. "I am yours."

"You're…"

"Yours."

His lips are on yours a heartbeat later, but where the first kiss was gentle and tender, this is anything but. He pins you to him, his lips possessive and desperate, claiming you entirely. There's no hesitation, no reluctance,  just relief and release. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and you’re barely balancing on tiptoe as he holds you against his body with his other arm at the small of your back.

You kiss him back with just as much passion, burying your fingers in his hair, feeling him groan against your lips. The heat of his body pulses against yours as he kisses you.

He pulls back, hands holding your face as he grits his teeth and you brace yourself, expecting him to walk away again. But he just strokes his thumb across your cheek, following the path of the demon's shallow claw mark.

"I'm never going to let you get hurt again," he whispers. "You hear me?"

He kisses you again without waiting for an answer, this time softer but no less passionate.

"Tell me you're mine," you whisper against his lips.

The soft moan which emerges from him is enough to send shivers through your entire body. 

"I'm yours," he says. "I'm yours. And I've been an idiot. Let me… I can make it up to you. I'll do anything."

This time, you kiss him, and your heart somersaults when he kisses you back. "Take me home." 

Sanemi nods and takes your hand in his. "Let's go back then. I'll take you back home and I'll do what I should have done the first time you asked."

...To be concluded...

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[fairysluna]

INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 3: Bejeweled.

New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRING – Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY – You listened to Aegon, and you decided to give another try to dating and flings, though things, once again, don't go as planned.

TAGS/TW – make out sessions with some inappropriate touching, anxiety(?, mentions of sex, robbery(?, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs.

AUTHOR'S NOTE – did i use the house of shameless as a visual? ofc i did. this is dedicated to my sweet nicole <3 this whole series is dedicated to you actually, ilysm mi amor🤍 i didn't proof read it, so pls be aware of that before reading and srry if there's mistakes!!

WORD COUNT – 4.3k

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The heels were too high for your liking, the dress too tight, and everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong when you tripped at the entrance of the bar. You have missed the enormous sign that said ‘WATCH YOUR STEP’ with big, thick, red letters. Luckily for you, no one seemed to have witnessed that embarrassing moment of your life; you trying to look sexy and flirty, and failing miserably. 

It was Friday night, almost a week has passed since your desperate attempt to move on from your ex, and there you were, standing as you scanned the room for a man that looks available and cute enough. The Green Banner was filled with people that had come to look for a relaxing time after work; it was 9pm, and most of the men there were wearing office clothes. Being honest to yourself, you thought they all looked quite boring.

However, your big issue right there was not the dull colors of their clothing, it was Jace’s and Aemond’s presence. They had helped you to choose the dress after you asked them to, but it appears as if they did not want to let go of you just yet. They started to judge all the guys that you picked; too short, too informal, too formal, too douchey, too boring, too dumb, too drunk; it was never enough for them. You started to grow tired of this, feeling too overwhelmed with the pressure of finding the perfect match that you barely were enjoying the process of starting over. They were suffocating you.

“What about him?” Jace said, pointing at a dude that was talking cheerfully with a group of friends, still wearing the formal suit from his job. 

Aemond shook his head, “he’s being too flirty with that girl, he’s probably dating her.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath that was interrupted by the tightness of your dress. Now you were doubting yourself, and the urge to go home consumed you; leaving did not seem as a bad idea at all. But then you saw Aegon behind the bar, preparing some drink as he laughed with a girl by his side; you tilted your head a bit, weirded out by his attitude since you rarely saw him laugh in the loft. He was always serious or absentminded, but here he was… happy. 

As you kept watching him, completely ignoring the words of Jace and Aemond, you saw how his flirtatious manners were way too obvious for anyone who lay an eye on him. You could even swear that you saw a slight blush on his cheeks as the girl by his side made him laugh with a joke. Your haze softened at the sight, seeing a part of Aegon you did not even know it existed before that moment; and then, there was this part inside of you that actually wanted to help him to get that girl, even when Aegon was a very private person when it comes to his feelings, you felt the urge to do something about it. 

That is why, as soon as the girl left his side, you stood up as you excused yourself with your friends, and walked towards Aegon. Jace frowned as he asked you where you were going, but you just replied with a soft mumble that was barely understood by them. 

Aegon saw you getting closer and his smile faded, being replaced by a confused grin that appeared in his face. Your smile, as bright as usual, was the first thing he noticed; you were always so damn happy, it was actually a bit triggering for him. He tried to avoid your stare, but you sat right in front of him, looking up at him with those gleaming eyes which had some mischievousness in them that made him feel curious about your intentions. 

“May I have a virgin Mojito?” You told him, trying to suppress your giant smile.

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a judgemental stare, “So you want a mint lemonade?”

“Yes, please.”

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have some essays to grade?” His mocking tone was easily perceived in his voice, but you did not let yourself be bothered by it. Instead, you just laughed it off. 

“I’m following your advice!” 

Aegon closed his eyes, “that’s a terrible mistake.” 

“Listen, I also came here because I saw you with that girl over there,” You pointed out to the ginger girl at the other extreme of the bar, “you smiled at her, you like her!”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he quickly said.

“You barely smile at home,” you pointed out.

“I barely smile at you,” he explained, “you’re a bit annoying, to be honest.”

You tilted your head, pressing your lips in a thin line before you rolled your eyes ignoring his words, again. You just sat there, watching Aegon making your drink with such easiness that it actually left you impressed, nimbly moving his hands to grab the cup, the ingredients and putting them together in a medium size cup. You found yourself so distracted watching him doing his job that you almost lost the focus of the conversation.

"You should ask her out," you told him, leaning towards him to whisper your words. He leaned back almost immediately, trying to stay away from you. 

"Mind your business, y/n," he replied, sternly. "Look, there's a guy that's lonely, go for it and leave me work. 

You turned to look at the guy Aegon pointed at. You immediately recognized him as the man who looked too lazy according to Aemond. You thought he was cute, he was a good looking guy, but your beloved friends did not even let you give your opinion before they decided he was not proper for you. 

"Aemond didn’t like him," you explained to Aegon. 

"Is Aemond gonna sleep with him?" He raised his eyebrow and you softly shook your head, "then why does his opinion matter to you?"

"He's my friend," you shrugged. 

"Just go and fuck that guy. Be a whore, remember?" 

You took a deep breath before nodding, decided to listen to Aegon's advice once again. You mumble a small 'yes' that came out as a sigh, and then you grabbed the glass in front of you, and drank it in two sips. The sour taste of the lemon made you wrinkle your nose as you groaned, but somehow it gave you a boost of confidence which made you stand up from the chair. Aegon frowned. "You know there's no alcohol in that, don't you?" 

"Shut up," you mumbled as you left his side. "We have a pending conversation, remember that!" 

"No, we don't."

His words faded into the air as you walked away from him and towards the handsome and lonely man sitting at the other side of the bar. He was looking at his phone with an uninterested look while holding a beer jug. There was some sort of self doubt in you as you slowly stepped forward to meet him, but Aegon’s words were in a loop inside your head giving you the motivation to keep going and take the first step into the ‘single life’ you have been wanting to live. No strings attached, just fun and meaningless sex.

You stood behind the guy for a few seconds, taking big breaths and calming you down before daring to speak to him. You saw the curls on his dark hair and bit your lip; your eyes went to his exposed arms and hands; they seemed thick and veiny… it somehow turned you on. You gave one last look behind you; Jace and Aemond were nowhere to be seen, and when your eyes laid upon Aegon’s frame, he was already staring at you with an expectant look. He gave you a slight nod, and that was all you needed to do it. 

“Hey,” you said. The guy turned around and a confused look appeared on his face. “Do you mind if I sit here?” You pointed at the spot next to him.

A smirk crossed his lips as he clearly saw your intentions, a blush took over your cheeks but you played it down by looking at your heels. He answered with a small ‘yes’ and you quickly sat down by his side. He shifted his position so he could take a better look at you and your only instinct was to smile. At that moment, your college girl moments invaded your mind as a reminder that there was a time when you were good at flirting with random guys; that girl was still inside of you, and you just needed a small push to let her out and take over the shyness that you developed as you grew older.

“I’m Mace,” he introduced himself. His charming smile was seductive enough to make you smile back. Before you knew it, your hands were on his arm as you laughed at a terribly boring joke that he said.

You found yourself actually enjoying this. He was an attractive guy that was looking for the same thing as you; a one night stand. You could easily tell by his body language that he was interested in you; the way he would casually look at your lips, the way he would touch your knee and use his thumb to leave gentle caresses there. It was making you slightly nervous, you would be lying if you said otherwise, but you forced yourself to do it; to keep it up. This was your chance to leave your whole past away. No more broken hearts, no more crying while watching Beetlejuice. This was your opportunity to finally move on. So, when he leans towards your ear and whispers with his raspy voice, “do you want to come home with me?” You could not reject him. 

Jace saw you walking through the bar with Mace holding your waist and immediately went to your side. The worried look on his face was quite visible as he grabbed your arm to stop you. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking at the guy by your side from head to toe and then looking back at you with an incredulous stare.

“I’ll be home later, don’t worry,” you assured him. A kind smile appeared on your visage, trying to make him understand that you would be fine. Jace, however, was not too convinced by your words. His lips pressed tightly as he turned around in a failed attempt to find Aemond. “Jace, I’ll be fine… Just go home, I found what I was looking for.” You whispered the last words discreetly pointing at Mace.

It took him a couple seconds to accept it, but when the grip of his hand around your wrist loosened up a little, you took it as an approval even when his face was not showing signs of it. You waved your hand and left with the new guy, begging that you were not doing anything dumb. 

The car ride was awkward. The sound of the exhaust pipe dragging against the pavement was the only thing you heard during the whole ride; the radio was not working, and Mace was too focused on driving to even say a word. As he drove, you started to notice how the streets were getting darker, and before you realized, you were in the middle of the worst part of King's Landing; just a few blocks away from Flea Bottom. You had been warned about that place since you moved to the capital, and yet there you were; sitting in a car with a stranger in the middle of the most dangerous zone of the city. 

When he parked outside his house, the urge of running away came over you. You thought about how stupid your decision had been, getting in the car of someone you barely knew, only because you were trying to prove to yourself that you can do this. It was dumb, completely irresponsible, and still you willingly entered his house, ignoring all the signs that were screaming at you to escape.  

He closed the door behind him as soon as you both were inside. The house was messy, small, and there was an unpleasant smell in the room. You took a look around and saw some papers on the center table and an ashtray filled with ashes.

"So, uh… do you want to eat something or-" 

His lips silenced you in a kiss that was too wet for your taste. It took you by surprise, but something deep inside of you made you feel thankful for it. You certainly knew that you would have punched him in the face if he would have taken too long to kiss you. He just did it, and it barely gave you time to react before he pressed your body against the wall, and his hands grabbed your waist.

Your mind shut off, trying to enjoy his brutish touch. His tongue was trying to get inside your mouth and you allowed him to as he removed the loose white cardigan you wore on top of that tight green dress. Your hands went to his hair, tangling your shaky fingers with his locks. You were deadly nervous, but you were trying your best to not look like it.

"Gods, you're so hot," he whispered in your ear before going to your neck and collar bones, kissing and nibbling the soft skin with an obvious lack of care. He was moaning against your throat, his hands contouring your shape as you tried to enjoy it. But no matter how eagerly you tried to convince yourself; this was not pleasant for you at all. “I’ve been waiting for this since you came to me”. 

His hands went to your thighs and he lifted you up, you yelped as a response, not expecting such an action. He took you to the couch where he sat with you on top of his lap. His touch was all over your body and you felt like everything was happening too fast. You were expecting to arrive in his house, drink a few beers and then start a steamy make out session. Instead, Mace decided to skip all these steps and go straight to the point. Soon, grabbed your hips and started to make your body move on top of him as he started to kiss your neck once again.

But just when he started to lift your dress, you decided that it was too much. 

"W-wait…" you mumbled, panting already. Mace hummed as he kept kissing your neck, "wait, uh… can we- can we stop for a minute."

"Why?" He questioned, pulling back and looking down at you with confused eyes. 

"I- uh, I need to go to the- uh, to the bathroom," you lied, desperately looking for an excuse to take a break from the overwhelming feeling on your chest. "I just need a minute…" 

Mace sighed, but he stepped back. His hands went to his hair as he pointed at the stairs, indicating where the bathroom was. You politely nodded and picked up your bag, which had fallen onto the floor, before going upstairs. Your hands were shaking and your legs felt numb. 

You fool, you thought, look where you put yourself into. 

You lock yourself in the bathroom, leaning your back against the door as you sighed and closed your eyes. You felt trapped in that place, no way out of the situation you put yourself into. You remembered Jace's expression, how concerned he was about you; that only made you feel even more dumb. How could you not see how bad your decision was? 

You grabbed your phone from the pocket of your cardigan and quickly searched the number of Jace in it. You could call him and ask to pick you up, pull out the 'I have an emergency at home' card to Mace, just leave with your friend and never talk about this again. It was a good plan… so you did it. 

As you put your phone against your ear and started to hear the beeps, waiting for him to pick up, you started to hear a song in the distance. It was too low, but you still were able to perceive the melody of a known song that reached your ear, 'kiss me thru the phone'. The voice Soulja Boy was heard at the other side of the window and you get close to take a look, that ringtone being a little too familiar for it to be a coincidence. 

You looked down and your mouth dropped open when you saw Jace and Aemond hiding behind a tree as they spied towards Mace's house. Your eyes widened as you managed to watch how Jace's phone fell on the pavement while Aemond seemed to be scolding him. You immediately left the room and ran down the stairs, almost fuming. 

"My earring is missing, I'm gonna see if it's outside," you said to Mace, who was shirtless sitting on his couch. 

"Oh- you want me to help-" 

"No need," you interrupted him, walking out of the house and closing the door behind you. 

You walked furiously towards the three and when the guys saw you standing there, they panicked. Though it was a bit too late for them to run away. "What in the seven hells are you dumbasses doing here?!" You yelled in a whisper, your cheeks red with embarrassment. "Have you gone mad?!" 

"You really expect us to let you go by yourself with a complete stranger?" Jacaerys replied, "we have sisters, for gods' sake!" 

"And thank the Gods we came," Aemond muttered in the low, looking around the outsides of the house with a discontent look on his face, "look how terrible this neighborhood is, I saw some youths doing crack on an alley on our way here!”

“We’re gonna stay here until you finish your… your business.” Jace claimed, Aemond nodded in agreement. You could only manage to roll your eyes.

“Don't try to deny the fact that you wanted to leave." Aemond pointed out. "You called Jace."

"You had no right in coming here, I-" 

"We're visionaries, girl," Aemond interrupted you, "we told you we didn't like him!" 

"Aegon said he was fine," you explained. 

"And you trusted Aegon?" Jace asked. "Why would you do such a stupid thing?" 

"Don't talk about him like that," you scolded him. A serious look on your face. 

"Why would you follow his advice in the first place?" Aemond questioned, raising his eyebrow. 

"Because he's my friend too."

"Oh, honey, no.” Aemond chuckled. “Aegon doesn't have friends." 

There was a silence after his words, where you were staring at them as if you were trying to find a reason behind their stupid actions. After a few seconds, Aemond spoke again. 

"Listen, we know how dangerous it is for you girls out there," he explained, "and you decided to go to a stranger's house at night. We were worried about you."

"If you want us to leave, that's what we'll do," Jace started, "but if you want to come with us, we'll take you back to home. It's your decision."

"Just know that you are like our hāedar now, we will always take care of you," Aemond finished. 

A tender look crossed your eyes as you stared at them, unable to remain angry. You took a deep sigh as you softly nodded, accepting that what they said was actually true. It was a relief to know that they were there for you, acting as brothers, and saving you for what could have been the worst night of your life. 

"Let's go home," you muttered. 

"You won't say goodbye to your friend there?" Aemond pointed at the house behind your back, where you were certain there was a guy waiting for you on the couch. 

You bit your lip as you checked your bag, and you realized you had all of your stuff there. "No, just get me out of here, I can't do this anymore."

Jace offered you his arm and you took it, starting to walk with them towards Aemond's car, which was parked a few blocks away, for he did not want you to notice they had been following you around. The streets were dark and there was no noise in them besides the one your high heels made with each step you took. Your legs freezing with the cold wind as you huddle against Jace’s arm. 

The night was rather peaceful… until you heard Aemond gasp.

"Oh, no…” He started, “oh, no, no, fuck! FUCK!" 

Your attention quickly went to the Jaguar parked in the side of the street; rocks were holding it up, for his wheels had been stolen. Aemond panicked as he turned around to look at Jace and you, both too distraught to even react. You were able to see the despair in your friend’s eye as he walked around his car, whining and sighing, almost losing his mind.

“Those crack addict youths!” He yelled as he brushed his face with his hands. “For fuck’s sake, I just changed the fucking wheels!”

“Oh, Gods,” Jace sighed, “he lost his mind.”

Aemond stood in the middle of the street walking from one side to the other. His breathing fast and unsteady as a proof of his anger which grew even more when he noticed that there was an obscene drawing sprayed in the trunk. 

You turned to look at Jace, ignoring the insults that Aemond threw at the gods, and you softly said, “shall we call Aegon?” 

The brown haired boy nodded half-heartedly, not too charmed by the idea but accepting it after he realized there was no other option left besides that one. He took his phone from his pocket and dialed Aegon, who picked up after three calls. You heard Jace speaking to him, and almost begging him to do this favor; you were able to hear most of his excuses, but he finally ended up accepting. 

Twenty minutes later you were sitting in a bus stop, your head on Jace’s shoulder as you both saw Aemond being seated inside his car with his forehead against the steering wheel, he had not been moving for five minutes; as if he was grieving his car. You both decided to let him be, too tired already to do something about it. 

When Aegon arrived, he immediately noticed his brother’s car condition and he chuckled with a mocking tone. You stood up and quickly went into the passenger seat, turning on the heater as quickly as you could. 

“Guess Vhagar lost her legs,” Aegon said when he saw Aemond getting down from the vehicle and Jace talking to him about something you could not decipher. 

“He named his car?” You asked surprised. Aegon turned to look at you and nodded with a smirk. 

“Yep, he did.” He laughed.

“Hey, I’m sorry that you have to come all the way here, I know you were probably busy working but-”

“Nah,” he shrugged, “It’s okay. My boss wasn’t there tonight and my coworker covered my ass.”

“Do you mean your friend?” You teased him.

“Shut it,” he quickly said. “How was it?” He questioned, changing the subject and looking at your freezing frame from head to toe, as if he was looking for a sign in you. “Was it good?”

“Nothing happened,” you replied to him, looking at how Jace was trying to convince Aemond to go into the car. “I chickened out.”

“Well, you can try next week,” he simply said, shrugging. “There’ll be more men willing to bang you if you give them the chance.”

You shook your head, “I can’t do it.”

“What you mean? You just need to open your legs, the dude does all the work-”

“Jar,” you interrupted him. He rolled his eyes and gave you a gold coin from his pocket. You remind yourself to put that coin into Aegon's Douchebag Jar once you get home. “I wasn’t talking about that…” You continued.

“Then what is it that you can’t do?”

“I can’t be a whore,” you softly said, as if you were afraid to disappoint him. “Is not in my nature anymore. I want the romantic stuff, you know? Flowers, dates, chocolates, and all that crap. Not just meaningless sex.”

You looked at your hands while your fingers played with each other. A silence was formed but it was soon interrupted by Aegon’s sigh. You thought it was a judgemental gesture, which made you feel your face warm as your cheek flushed. But then, he spoke again,

“The whorish lifestyle isn’t for everyone,” he explained, “but at least you tried and for that I’m proud of you.”

The way you quickly turned to look at him almost made your neck hurt. His words were completely unexpected, but they –somehow– made you feel better about yourself. The soft smile that appeared on your face was impossible to hold back. You nodded subtly as Aegon looked back at you with his lips pressed in what seemed to be an awkward smile.

“At least I tried,” you repeated.

The back doors of the car suddenly were opened, interrupting the moment. Jace and Aemond entered the vehicle in silence and soon Aegon started to drive away from the dangerous streets.

“Vhagar’s legs are gonna be in amazon tomorrow,” Aegon teased. You couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle.

“Shut up,” Aemond grunted. 

The soft music from the radio was all you were able to hear as your eyes discreetly went to Aegon’s profile. You saw his nose, his plump, rosy lips, and his chubby cheeks that made him look adorable even when he seemed grumpy. You stared at him for a bit longer than you expected, and as soon as you realized it, you looked back at the front of the road. 

A sigh left your lips while, once again, you felt your cheeks being victims of a rouge blush.

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aftercare • w.j.h.

Pairing: wen junhui x gn!reader

Genres: implied smut (minors dni!), fwb!au, aftercare!au

Warnings: swearing, gooey-ooey shit tbh, lil sneak of possessiveness, tiny angst if u squint, feelings ew, mentions of sex but it's actually really soft but lmk if i missed smth

WC: 1.3k

A/N: a request i kind of got a lil carried away with idk if this is what they were looking for but this is what my brain came up with askdjfksdj i think i made it gender neutral 🤞🏻 but if i missed up please let me know - i didn't intend to but it just turned out that way :3

Sweaty bodies lay against one another, bedsheets tangled and damp from the rigorous amounts of exertion earlier. Yet it's not uncomfortable at all.

It hits Junhui first, coming out of his post-nut clarity with a startling — almost terrifying — realization. You looked good earlier. Good enough to eat. Decked out in a sexy little fit that had everyone's heads turning at the club… and effectively turning him on.

He'd had his hands all over you in record time. The need to touch and claim you as his for all to see was ravenous. All-consuming. Not even a half hour had passed before he'd worked up your sexual tension so high on the dance floor with slow grinding and sneaky groping. Then he was teasing and prepping you with nimble fingers during the ride back to his place. 

Tongue battling yours, mouths and lips sloppily making out while he struggled to open the door. Immediately dropping to his knees to explore your intimate parts once the lock clicked and you were inside, back pressed firmly against the other side as he slid down to have his way with you.

Junhui is very well-acquainted with your body but nothing gets him going like finding a new way to make you squirm and moan louder. 

For him.

But now, thoroughly fucked out and fucked well, you have a glowing vulnerable air of softness around you. All for him. Alone.

And he finds you as gorgeous — if not even more so — as he did before. Just as radiant as when you first met, standing out amongst everyone else in a subtle way that drew him in.

Junhui had genuinely wanted to get to know you first. Approached you with honest intentions. It was you who shuffled the cards and set the rules, putting the initial offer on the table to win the game. And how could he resist?

He lost the reckless deal willingly and easily dived into this odd arrangement of not-quite-friends with plenty of sexual benefits. But his heart had already clumsily fallen for you even back then.

With his brain only catching up to speed now. So he can't help but place what feels like an instinctual kiss on your nose that he'd denied doing before, watching with an astounding amount of endearment at how your eyes nearly cross at the action.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

You follow his lead, guided by his hand holding yours. Tremors and shaky legs are but a by-product your aching body experiences after sex with him. Normally that would inflate Junhui's ego — maybe even rile him up enough for another round.

But contrary to the roughness he exhibits and indulges your bedroom desires with, the warm cast of the nightlight he'd installed in the bathroom (after one too many stumbles with you in the dark) dials down those lust-filled feelings with… something different.

Of course, you act like you don't notice the sudden shift between you two. Simply choosing to stare blankly ahead, posture slouched unattractively over the toilet that he helped you sit on. Yet he's never seen you any lovelier despite the telltale empty look in your eyes. More than likely planning the usual, sneaky exodus he can't seem to encourage you from forgetting.

"You'll stay the night?" The man tries not to sound too hopeful — too needy — while wetting a fresh washrag under warm water for you after rinsing off the one used on himself. "I… accidentally ripped all your clothes anyways."

"Sure there's something I could salvage."

"You can get all cozy and snuggle underneath the new blanket I just bought. It has cute cat faces on it and it's super fuzzy."

"Or you could give me something to wear, bet you have something laying around that I can use."

"I mean, I could since it doesn't bother me if you borrow something of mine. Or you could leave a couple pairs of clothing here next time for next time. I told you I didn't mind."

Junhui expects a disappointed, slightly annoyed sigh of his name like usual. But he should know what happens when he breaks the mode; it triggers a butterfly effect. 

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" you question pointedly, though you let him gently pick up your hand so he can dab at it. Palm to palm, it lays lax against his — neither holding but not pulling away — and he takes that as a win. "I spent a good amount of money on those, you know."

"I'll buy you more."

"Junhui…"

He focuses on the tender motions of wiping your arm, ignoring the warning call of his name that's always delivered in a cold tone. Once he reaches past your shoulder and sweeps delicately across your collarbones littered with teeth marks, his eyes are drawn up to your slightly chapped lips that are set in a frown.

"Um, don't worry I can also have them fixed. My friend's good at stitching and it's not like they're… in pieces."

"So they're wearable."

He whispers loudly in mild frustration, "Why do you keep trying so hard to escape?" even though you've made no effort to physically move.

"I'm only escaping if you're keeping me against my will. Otherwise it's simply called leaving."

"But I don't want you to leave! Can't you see I'd rather have you stay?"

"… Why?"

"Why?" he repeats incredulously and leaves the wet cloth to hang on your opposite shoulder. Bare fingers brush the side of your neck, cup your cheek, and a thumb sweetly rubs at the corner of your mouth. Brown eyes raise from the curve of your lips to the cute bump of your nose to finally meet your eyes. Despite your aloof front, he can see how they flicker with an uncertainty he wishes to soothe. "Because I like you. If you want to be held captive, just say the word."

"You're crazy."

"Crazy for you, sure. But I am definitely in my right mind and I mean what I say."

Suddenly backing away with a tug, Junhui urges you to stand with him. You still ask your demanding questions even as he releases his hold on your upper body and squats. A gentle hand grasps your outer thigh while the other gingerly strokes the delicate flesh between your legs and downwards. Dutifully cleaning away the mixed stains of your releases. 

"What if you're wrong? What if you regret it?"

A chaste kiss is delivered below your belly button as he works on the other leg. "I won't."

"You'll get tired of me… you'll miss being free."

"Is that why you're trying to leave first? Because you think I'll walk away one day?" He takes your silence as an answer and rises to his full height. "Won't you give me a chance? Even if it gets to that point, if we hit a crossroads where it's not easy anymore, and you think we'll go our separate ways… Only if you want me to, I'll make sure to prove you wrong. That we can make it through together."

"Why though? Do you really think — "

"Because I like you. And I want to learn to love you… and maybe, just maybe, you might be able to love me in return too."

"But Jun…"

His name falls from your lips in such a soft tone, a stark difference from earlier and he pulls you into a hug. Dry and warm skin becomes a comforting embrace against your cooler, damp body. He's safe. As much as it scares you shitless, it's oddly soothing. He's soothing. 

Maybe it sparks something deep inside your chest you've tried to bury as he finishes cleaning you up, the steady touch of his hands expressing what words yet cannot. Returning to lay on his bed, the cozy cat blanket covering your naked bodies… perhaps you realize "I love you" has never sounded better wrapped in the undertoning of the words "I'll make the same promise to you when morning comes," followed later by Junhui's low snores. 

You doze away letting his arms encompass you, dreaming of the possible future that may become a reality — the one with him in it.

onlyseokmins: March 2023 ©

#ez.creates #svthub #wen junhui smut #jun smut #junhui smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #smut #svt.smut

[lucrezianoin]

Ascended Astarion discourse aside, Here's probably another hot take I would like to add about him.

As an aroace I really connect with how he rejects sex / being considered as a sex object in general and to see the some of the fandom still treat him as such breaks my heart. I'm not one for gatekeeping, but I would very much want to do just that to keep him away from <i>those</i> types of fans. I know by the end of his arc, he kind of opens up to the idea again, but personally i think it's too soon. Nobody heals that quick, especially with 200 years of trauma he had to go through.

I think the difference between fandom vs game is important for "fandom" vs "what the story is meant to be".

As in, I feel like in the story the game makes a good job to make sure to address Astarion's trauma at least twice in game (one being the Drows scene), with him approaching sex again at the end. The thing is, the player can also ask for more time if they think they are not ready/not fully trust Astarion. Astarion is a character, of course, so in the game we are supposed to trust him in that scene and nothing in the scene is telling us that he was not consenting. Differently from that, in the drows scene, we see him consenting (twice) but then having a moment of set-back/dissociation.

I am sure there are so many different ways to deal with similar kind of trauma, so it is hard to say if for a real person consenting once after 200 years of abuse is realistic or too soon (because no human lives for 200 years), but at the same time the events are there more to tell a story, and Astarion would probably not react like a real living person (ex. a real person would be able to be approached after the cemetery sex to talk about it more, while in game, because they are fictional, the player cannot do that - if the player COULD DO that then it means that there is more, narratively, that the game wants to tell us about the scene).

In general I felt the game was really respectful. Astarion has some of the least explicit scenes in game (at least spawn Astarion), especially compared with Lae'zel, Gale, Minthara and Halsin. Instead Astarion mainly has pre-sex scenes (that are there to tell the player something about his character) and then fade to black. The only scene that seems to be there just FOR the player (as in: here is this sexy scene) seems to be ascended Astarion one, as the scene is almost thrown in there, easily skippable, and has no pre- or post- dialogue.

Regarding the fandom, I think it is a completely different matter. For me, if the game had fully sexualized Astarion with explicit long scenes, giving him some "sex-heals-trauma" stuff - then I would have been annoyed. But regarding fandom - I have to be honest, I don't care much. Fandom works are free, easily skippable, people can be blocked, people can create stuff for so many different reasons. There are plenty of fanworks I really really dislike for particular reasons (I am not gonna get in detail!!!) and these are sfw fanworks even, so it is not a matter of sexualization but I find them annoying, but then it just means they are not for me. Fandom is not supposed to be a product that someone consume and purchase, it is supposed to be active-sharing-searching-interacting.

#astarion #this was a hard ask #i am ace and i had some negative reactions when I headcanoned astarion as ace #with people throwing it in my face telling me that i could not talk about some topics because of my headcanon lol #these were the “omg sex with tav was so good it healed him in act 1” kinda people #but the truth is #if you do not talk game facts (if anything stays in the realm of headcanon) then do whatever #but that person was showing screenshots and stuff to “PROVE” their point... without realizing that in act 1 the sex scene give sstandard #small body face vs big body face expressions to the two characters so you cannot assume one way or the other #it was annoying

[sukimas]

I've been thinking more about Yukari's yonic imagery. I saw some people comment that her gap's are horizontal crescent shapes, looking at the Touhou wiki this seems to be variable thing. The main game portraits have this shape often, but many others are used in the manga, fanworks etc, some of which are more yonic. Another thing I thought of about the yonic gaps is that is vagina is itself a "gap" between the inside and outside of the body. The vagina as the birth canal in placental mammals (generally) could also be thought of as a "gap" or gateway into the world of the living. As a side note, I think it could make sense for a portal to the realm of the dead to have a yonic shape since it's complimentary. The End of Evangelion did something similar with the Doors of Guf.

I think Yukari's clothes might also contribute to this. She has a sort of nobility vibe to me with her parasol (commonly used by the rich in some times and places) and bits of purple on her clothes. Nobility generally define beauty standards in history, which make her represent a sort of feminine ideal, particularly when you consider that anime-esque art styles portray people idealistically. I am also reminded of the triple goddess maiden mother crone archetype in some spiritual traditions. Yukari might represent the crone due to her superhuman age, or possibly the mother of the Hakurei Shrine maiden(s), or a low possibility of the maiden due to her eternal youth. The number of possibilities makes this paragraph seem not relevant, to be honest.

You asked me where I think the eyes and hand fit into this. I think the eyes could be staring back at leering glances that were thought to go unnoticed. One stares at Yukari, lost in her beauty, not noticing that she is staring right back, watching, understanding everything that was thought to be hidden. Another possibility is that the eyes are meant to resemble vagina dentata. This would only work if you blur the eyes so it's only the white parts that are visible. The fact that these are eyes calls this into question, as does the fact that the themes of vagina dentata fit many touhou characters as they are all prettily dressed and very deadly. However, it is complimentary to the more common view that her gaps have mouth symbolism. The eyes might also have some relation to how some people can feel stage fright during carnal acts.

As for the hands, I initially forgot about them. Since hands do almost everything it's hard to conclude a solid meaning. My initial thought is that they might be reaching out for a connection, though they aren't drawn doing such. Are they meant to grab a lover? Then they would be in the same position as reaching out, though the picture I have seen of the hands shows them grabbing the sides of the gap, as if to crawl it. Maybe fitting, maybe not. I don't know.

Also I noticed that one of your posts shortly after my initial ask was that most of the Touhou fandom doesn't not understand why Yukari is sexy and make her generically hot ruining her appeal. Out of curiosity, am I meant to fit into this somehow or was it simply a coincidence? You also asked how my brain works: The answer is that it doesn't, at least not well or very normally.

#poll

[xthescarletbitch]

hello! i would like to share my thoughts on my beautiful wife chloe (from dbh) if thats ok :) anyways... I'm....

Thinking about chloe having a few soft kinks like voice kink, praise kink and scent kink.

She finds your voice so sexy and soothing, its arousing. The things you say to her repeats over and over again in her head, it makes her weak in the knees.

She loves the tone in your voice when your express your concerns on her well being when having sex, the tone when you flirt, the tone when you tease her, she loves the sound of your heavy breathing and panting especially when your close to her ear or skin, etc.

She really enjoys hearing you talk and all other sounds you make like moaning. Hehe

She loves being praised. She loves how genuine you are with your words. Words cannot describe how much She feels so loved , especially when you call her petnames. It really keeps her going. This is also connect to her voice kink.

Lastly is scent kink. She loves how you smell so good. A good example is how she can smell your perfume when you both kiss.

what do you think? any headcanons?

hiiii! thank you for sharing. :) i am very much into the headcanon that androids can experience sexual pleasure themselves (but then again, i am also a freak). chloe absolutely has those soft kinks. this will contain 18+ content.

your honeyed words just sound like music to chloe's ears. the attraction started innocently enough when you first got together, and you made a habit of constantly checking in on her both inside and outside of the bedroom. since then, your voice has become a source of comfort for her and, at times, a source of pleasure. your words hold so much meaning for her, and they are ones she'll never forget… especially when they make her weak in the knees. your flirting always manages to do that to her, even when it borders on teasing (which makes her giggle).

you have such a soft and gentle tone when you use your words in the bedroom to ensure she is okay. of course, checking in on your lover during sex is essential, but she still appreciates the effort. and if she's being honest, hearing your voice during the act only amplifies the pleasure she feels. she begs you to whisper dirty words into her ear, which only brings her closer to her peak. you happily do so, seeing the full effect just by the reactions and sounds she manages to make amidst the euphoria.

now, when you're the one who is making all the sounds, you already know she still gets all worked up. she loves the sound of all the effort you're putting in, evidenced by the heavy breathing and panting. she loves it even more when you close the distance and do so near her ear, close enough for her to feel your breath against her skin. it sends shivers down her spine, urging her to pull you even closer, wanting you so much more. and there's something about the moans you make that just makes her feral, dedicated to her craft, eager to replicate the sounds over and over. it doesn't matter if she's on top or below; she will get those sounds out of you. she cannot get enough of them.

as for your scent, something else that she cannot get enough of, i think it all goes back to how much she adores you. she loves every bit of you, no matter how small, like obviously your voice and scent. she just wants to be consumed by every bit of your essence and to be as close to you as she can. she will use all sorts of excuses to get close enough to you, and when she gets there, she can't help but burrow her face into your neck. chloe doesn't always hide the fact that she is taking in your scent, but you don't mind it at all. it's a level of admiration that you very much enjoy, knowing her love for you is expressed through these minor acts. she also does well enough to remind you of how much she loves these things about you.

kink-wise, i think that chloe hides a few other secrets, such as that she loves overstimulation and orgasm control, both giving and receiving. while she makes an excellent bottom, she loves being in control, too. the power that she feels as she pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you, knowing that it is all because of her, just drives her insane. and when she's the one receiving, she enjoys relinquishing herself and giving you the power. they are two extremes, but two she very much appreciates. i also feel she isn't opposed to experimenting with ropes, either. (hehe.)

#chloe x reader #rt600 x reader #st200 x reader #chloe #rt600 #st200 #chloe rt600 #chloe st200 #detroit become human #chloe dbh #dbh chloe #chloe detroit become human #detroit become human chloe #detroit become human x reader #dbh x reader #asks #my writing

[artemisandhersilverbow]

Ok, if you, like me, were in the minority of people who didn’t immediately fall in love with One Dark Window… like, the consistent rave reviews popping up on various algorithms have been simultaneously confusing and making you feel very left out? Well, I’ve got news!

In my humble opinion, Two Twisted Crowns (book 2) is mostly a total knock out. I obvi gotta sit with it longer (I just finished at 3am)… revisit some exceptional quotes that left ya girl blushing (dresses were almost ripped).

Duologies can feel like such a mercy in the fantasy space and looking at the series as a whole, i’d now happily recommend it to anyone not looking to tackle a new 3-6 book series/investment at this time. Also a good one for newbies to the genre. It also isn’t just another copy-paste SJM variant and that almost feels like a rarity with the big new releases.

Book one, I really struggled with the messy (albeit cool on the surface) magic system, the constant rhyme thing felt really hokey and made me struggle to get into the writing (which is mostly very good), the MCs were outshined by the side characters and just weren’t really my type, and the pacing is so odd like - sometimes so slow and sometimes so fast - it’s like, “Wait hi, I need more info please.”

25% into book 2 I genuinely thought, “I think more has already happened in this book than in all of book 1.” And that’s when I realized I was hooked and in for a late night.

Book two is action-packed and the plot is operating on so many levels - thanks in part to more povs. Ironically, part of me was like so grateful I had read book one, even if I didn’t like it, so I “knew the rules,” and could run along this faster-paced, more ambitious book 2.

Obviously I think the magic system, and general world building, was infinitely more successful in TTC. Gillig just used the framework and the lore with a higher level of craft and focus. We scaled back on the goofy rhymes - tho not entirely lol. But I credit the attention paid to the world/magic as a big part to why I read this whole thing in an evening! It felt like a really unsatisfying missing piece from ODW and, clearly, with that amended I more than liked it! I got that unmistakable all-consuming euphoric rush that only binging a great fantasy can give you.

*spoilers ahead*

I would also be fully lying if I said that what made this book work for me wasn’t just… the big focus on Elm and Ione. Yes, I had to google that name pronunciation for my own sanity at a certain point. But within their plot, in particular, I was like “ok, now this is what I call a magic system.” I have no idea why this same concept was just utilized and pulled off so much more successfully in their narrative arc… but it was. I still liked the odyssey into the woods with Ravyn and the Nightmare, but I fully credit Elm and Ione for making me love this book. Did I miss Elspeth a lot… I plead the fifth.

The Elm-Ione romance had everything I was missing in ODW! Like hot, hot tension. Sexy build up. And idk their growth and stories and strength genuinely made THIS tender little reader shed a tear. Their dynamic felt really honest and fresh and different. I’ve been getting a little burnt out by copy and paste romantic plots, in fantasy in particular, so these two took me by surprise. Yeah, I was just kind of floored by their romantic journey.

What can I say, I’m weak for an emotionally intelligent boy who can communicate his need to be topped (and like traumas and other things). Some of their build up tension scenes had me blushing the hardest any book has made me blush in 2023. RIP OFF THAT DRESS BABY!!!

Anyway, if you felt gaslit by the hype around ODW, but you already read it, I’m hear to say that TTC is more than worth it. You’ve already made it that far, what do you have to lose?

Unless your me who is going to be feeling that decision to not go tf to bed!

#book review #two twisted crowns #one dark window #rachel gillig #some spoilers #fantasy romance #gothic fantasy #duology #elm Rowan #elspeth spindle #Ione hawthorn #Ravyn yew

[takiki16]

FIC 20 QUESTIONS

@gallifreyburning tagged me in this!

1. how many works do you have on Ao3?

Ten! I am a prolific reader, but not so much a writer.

2. what's your total Ao3 word count?

253,223. Holy moly. I remember when cranking out 1500 words was a lot for me. I never expected to break that Big Phat 100k, which is yet another reason gallifreyburning is the wind beneath my wings. Half of those words are hers.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

The Old Guard and Jupiter Ascending are my two most dominant fandoms per stats. I've also written for Mad Max, the MCU, Leverage, and The Man from Uncle (the 2015 movie), but I wouldn't call these my most active reading fandoms.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

If Never Again, If Every Day (cowritten with gallifreyburning, TOG)

Kiss With a Fist (cowritten with gallifreyburning, TOG)

A Fine Chain (JA)

and sat him doon at her bed feet (Leverage)

breathes there the man (TMFU)

lolllll no surprises here.

5. do you respond to comments?

Unfortunately not. When all of my fics were relatively short and I only got a handful of comments on each one, I replied individually to each comment. However, we have THOUSANDS of comments on INAIED, and although I've replied to some of the particularly consistent and wonderful commenters, there is no way for me to get all of them. However, please know that they are all loved.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

and reason quite decay, for Mad Max. It's a pre-canon snippet to the 2015 movie, about how Max lost the little girl he keeps hallucinating. I was very, very much into the "all lower caps, title is a line from a poem" aesthetic. Still am, to be honest, but A Fine Chain is just CONSUMING me atm.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

and sat him doon at her bed feet is a triptych of each of the Leverage OT3 being a selkie and getting together with the OT3, so that's technically three happy endings in one, but our INAIED boys worked so hard for their payoff that I have to put them first.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have been lucky enough to avoid this so far!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written a grand total of like...two smut scenes, both of them m/m, but DEPENDING on how much longer I can tolerate the slow burn of A Fine Chain, I may be writing something f/m in the near-ish future!

now private chats between mutuals about IMAGINED character smut, on the other hand...

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't write crossovers - they generally don't appeal to me as a reader so I avoid them as a writer.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know, and I hope and pray it never happens to me. INAIED got a few weird pings last year, but so far I've been very very lucky.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have gotten a request or two, but I don't remember if a translation was ever posted?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

LOLLLLLLL. If it weren't for @gallifreyburning i would still be languishing at 5-something chapters of AFC and a handful of fics, and I would never have written for TOG at all.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Harsh, bro. I don't think I have a very favorite ship, but I definitely have favorite dynamics. See my "you are responsible forever for what you have tamed" tag

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Much Nothing About an Ado. My post-canon Mad Max fic where Max comes back to the Citadel and Furiosa decides to Hit That, but in the sexy way this time. But hey! I thought that It would take another decade to finish A Fine Chain, and I am ROLLING!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Mmmmfdfnggg. Umm...I'm very good at long, flowery descriptions, and at grounding clips of dialogue to specific physicality and setting, I think? When I want to write something, I usually see a movie of what I want to write playing out in my head, and then I have to figure out how to translate those actions to the page in a way that accurately conveys the action and tone. I block out the scene in bullet points first, then bang out a loose first draft, then go back over everything and rewrite it from the top, trying to make sure that someone reading it would see and feel the same things I did when watching the movie in my head.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

TOO MUCH FLOWERY DESCRIPTION. Sometimes I get lost in the movie in my head. Also, my crippling fear of intimacy sometimes translates to being hesitant to get to the actual climax of the story. I have to have acres and acres of slow burn, or I'm writing a single poetic one-shot with artsy film blur. This is where a good co-author is worth their weight in gold - you can't get away with kicking the can forever.

Also - I need to see if this still happens in AFC, but I feel like I rush through smut, and sometimes that pr0n deserves to be LINGERED UPON.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's nice, if it's used correctly! It's off-putting, if not.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OOF. I saw the first Tobey Maguire Spiderman as a wee babe, and wrote an absolutely passionate proto-whump fic about it in my spiral notebook along with some very bad illustrations.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

INAIED is a Lifetime Achievement (TM) for me, the thing that makes me genuinely frustrated I can't brag to my coworkers about the massive novel I co-authored. I will be proud of it forever and ever and ever. I own a physical bound copy of it, and take it out every now and again to look at it fondly. I Helped Write That Thing. It is dear to my heart.

#my posts #relevant to my life #my writing

[imdoingsortagay]

Okay but but Eve and valentine's day roses and a smattering of wine?

Date Night

summary: First date with Eve <3

word count: 1k words

y/n: got a surprise for you

Eve checked her phone real quick before continuing to clean the house, worried about it being too messy even though she was the one person living there. This was going to be the first time that she invited you since you asked her out and she wanted to make sure that it was perfect. She made sure to tell you many times that you didn't need to bring anything but yourself while she made sure to cook a fancy little dinner for her, some candles, and slow sexy music to add to the romantic vibe. While she didn’t have much experience in the romantic field, all she hoped is that the universe would help her.

While Eve was frantically cleaning her house, you were happily driving to her house, the playlist that eve had made you in full blast with a bouquet of rose along with your girlfriend's wine on the passenger seat. You hate showing up to places empty-handed and feeling like treating her to something nice. Even though the relationship is still very new for the both of you, the feelings were strong and one of your goals was to make sure that she was treated right.

You get to her house a couple of minutes later, collecting the wine and roses before making her way to the front door feeling a little nervous. The both of you were good friends for years before starting to date, and the familiarity of this house as you were a help to Eve while she was a single mother. Yet this was one of those times when there were butterflies in your stomach and you mumbled some affirmations to calm yourself down as you knock on the door.

“ hey y/n!!,” Eve greets you as she sees you at the front, seeing you hold a bottle of her favorite wine along with what she would consider some of the prettiest bouquets ever. You hand over the flowers to Eve so she can put them in a vase, Eve moving to the side to let you in. As you walk in, the smell of Pasta fills your nostrils, smiling as you know that she made some of her Lemon Pasta with chicken.

“Honey you didn’t have to bring me anything, just having you here is enough for me,” Eve says as she places the vase in the middle of the table, grinning from ear to ear that it’s the perfect thing for your dinner date.

“ Well,” you start as Eve comes towards you to bring you into a hug,” I didn't want to come in empty-handed to your home, and a sweet woman like you deserves to be treated as such.” Eve covers her face, not wanting you to see her blush as red as a tomato but you beat her to it.

“ Can I kiss you sweet eve?” you ask her and she nods, placing your lips on hers and basking in the feeling of her soft lips. Eve lets out the prettiest noises as the both of you make out. Both of you are happy to be doing this after many years of dancing around your feelings due to not wanting to break off the friendship. Now here the both of you are making out in her house, about to eat some good food made by Eve and some wine for a good night. 

Eve is the first one to pull away from the kiss and she giggles after seeing your dopey grin, a bit happy to always have her close to you.

“ Are you ready for some dinner and wine y/n? “ and you nod before she leads you to the table. 

Dinner ends up going great as you hum along to the playlist made by your girlfriend, happy that she added some of her favorite songs and others that she told you reminded you of her when the both of you were not together. Eve is in a good mood as she drinks her wine, not caring about how much of it she consumes as she’s not expected to work the next day. After the dinner is over, Eve drags you to the living room to spend some time but in her drunk state all she wants to do is be close together, which if you had to be honest, you truly don’t mind.

“ I wanna dance with you sweet sweet sweet y/n,” she tells you, very much holding the wine and you giggle before putting your arms around her waist.

“ Eve how drunk are you my dear?” you ask.

“ M, not drunk y/n, I am sooooooo fine, like so chill as the kids say, I think but Brenden said it was lame to say which I’m not lame I’m cool-” she rambles before you stop her. 

“ Is my baby drunk? That adorable,” you giggle, removing your arms from her to take away the wine from her hand. While drunk eve was very cute, the next day was never fun for her and you wanted to save her from that. The attempt at taking it from her hands doesn’t go by well and she pouts but you’ve dealt with this before.

“ Eve honey” 

“yeah, honey bee?” Eve says in a sweet tone. 

God was she such a cute woman.

“ Can you be a good girl and give me the glass of wine? I’ll give you as many kisses as you want, c'mon now I don’t wanna be mean and take it out of your hands”. Eve was almost going to do not but pet names were always her greatest weakness, so she hands you the glass of wine which you quickly place the cup on the side table before beginning to dance with her. 

The rest of the night is filled with dancing, many kisses that you gave to your girlfriend, and laughing the night away and it was at that moment that you realized that you could not wait for more date nights with Eve for as long as you could.

#lizs writing #liz celebrates #eve fletcher x reader #eve fletcher fluff #eve fletcher imagine #mrs fletcher imagine #mrs fletcher

[mixelation]

For the Shipping Ask:

What do you think about Senju Tobirama x Uchiha Sasuke

send me a ship and i'll give you my brutally honest opinion

Hmm I enjoy the crack aspect of this ship, and I like both Tobirama and Sasuke. I do think this is a ship that needs an additional plot element to get them together (like an arranged marriage or a soulmate AU), less because of any complicated emotions one might have for the other (GIMME THAT), and more because I can't see either of them being.... super motivated by romance or sex LMAO. At best I can see young sexy Tobirama being like "is this..... attraction?" and then deciding to shut all that down immediately. This plot element and both of their Complicated Emotions could complement each other for something very juicy and interesting, I think.

But also I mostly dislike founders era stuff, so I think I would be very picky about consuming this ship. This is a shame because I do think this ship's dynamics would be better if it's Sasuke shot back in time rather than Tobirama yanked forward. Ideal scenario: kill Hashirama and Madara in the first paragraph. Do it. We don't need them.....!

Also if you're interested in this ship and haven't read it already: The One Where Uchiha Sasuke Is A Feudal Princess by @tozettastone is basically the foundational fic for this ship. It is maybe the only founders era fic I will ever recommend.

#'why do you like tobirama if you don't like--' I AM A MULTIFACETED COMPLEX PERSON #ask meme answer #fic rec

[tehriel]

Terzo x reader

A snippet of my first chapter

No warnings needed for this, a little spicier in later chapters. Slow burn, lots of character interaction.

Reader insert is a commission painter, little murder, little intrigue. Ghouls. Fun.

Ps. I don't speak Italian, google translate take the wheel.

“You can speak, you know?” You said after a while, as the stench of oil paint streamed out the church’s window and into the warm of early autumn. The set was then together with satin drapery in the background, golds and purples to compliment Papa’s robes and a gathering of ornate trinkets you found might be interesting to paint. Basket of apples on a pedestal for temptation, fig leaves, Adam, Eve, interesting goat statue. But Papa had started fidgeting, they alway did. Especially someone who is as strangely pent up as Papa. “I'm only sketching in shapes, expression comes in much later, I've got basics for the skull and hand. You can rest them for now, if you'd like.”

“I see,” he said quietly, setting down the skull and stretching his hand to rest on the arm rest. “So uh, hmm, what got you into painting, caro Pittore?”

Caro Pittore, he’d said it enough you googled it while setting up, ‘dear Painter’ in masculine. The man had game, and still, you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stop on that front.

You gave a soft sigh, pretty much everyone asked that question, “I don't really have an exciting plot for you, Storyteller, same as anyone got their job, except for maybe you, is that a lineage…?” you raised a finger to stop yourself. “What would be more fun, and something I've done with clients before, we play a game of assumptions. You only get to meet a person for the first time once in your life. Why ruin the surprise with real answers? Life is so boring. Tell me, who do you think I am, or shall I start with you?”

A glint blossomed in his eye just long enough for you to catch it in your piece, just a sketch, it could get lost in the layers but for now, it was there. “Please, Pittore, it’s your game, show me how it is played.”

“Let’s see,” you turned your head this way, then that, sizing him up. “When you were four, your best friend was a goat. You were of course born within the church and so goats are very friendly faces to you.” A smile cracked over his face, “his name was Stanley.”

“Stanley the fucking goat? From Italy, huh?”

“Why are you laughing at his name? He was your best friend! Goats don’t live as long as you are old, so may he ever Rest In Peace.”

“Old, huh? Shit, we can't be more than ten years apart.”

“If I'm honest I cannot tell, your makeup makes it completely ambiguous. Your turn.”

“Okay, uh, you said you've painted for churches before, you grew up religious, si?”

“The detective work!” You leaned into it with a surprised look.

“Boarding school, horrible catholic nuns, you saw through the dogma but to this day some sexual acts are too taboo for you to even consider… or did it entirely push you in the other direction, huh?”

“Yes, I am still scared of nuns, her name was sister Josie and she liked hitting kids with rulers entirely too much,” you said very seriously.

“How close was I, caro Pittore?”

“Somewhere between very close and not even in the ballpark.” You laughed back, “is that a back story or a personal kink, Papa?”

“Eh, you know, religious trauma, anti-pope,” he pointed at the hat with his free no- longer-skulled hand, “it's a thing.”

“What is the pope-hat called?”

“Pope-hat?!” He almost broke posture in laughter, but he restrained himself. “It's a mitre.”

“Ah, such a sexy name for a pope-hat. Either way, I’m glad I fit your bill Papa, and you--you became Papa Emeritus the third, because there was a bloody tournament where all the Papas fought eachother and though you won, you had to consume all the others to gain their knowledge.”

“Yes, of course, it was a very uh, prestigious tournament called the, 'tournament where we just fucking eat eachother’, but it's in old Latin so it sounds better than when I say it. Si.”

“You must be very knowledgeable then.”

“Eh, only the bedroom expertise tracked across unfortunately, but you know, in their name I make sure it doesn't go to waste,” he actually winked at you.

You shook your head with laughter and scribbled in a wink with your burnt umber, to get lost in the layer but stay marked there forever. You took a sip from your water bottle, legs growing tired from standing.

“Along with the religious trauma, you have ‘daddy’ issues,” he accused.

“Ah, I’ve seen what you've done there, Papa.”

“Si, you know, really heavy issues with your father, you once fought him on a yacht, he fell over the side, pshhh.” He looked like he wanted to move his hands in an animated kind of way but held back. “You never saw him again. You thought he was dead but he faked it… found him in Mexico years later with a new step momma,” he shook his head and looked genuinely crestfallen for you.

You nearly spat out the water you had been sipping on. “Oh, well, my ‘daddy issues’ make me fight the patriarchy and get spicy in bed. Obviously not too spicy, don't want to stoke the vengeful ghost of sister Josie…”

“When did she pass? I'm so sorry,”

You giggled, “but your mummy issues just make you sad and unable to control your emotions!”

“Is that fucking right? Not projecting are we?”

“I don't know what you mean, Papa~ and yes, she treated you so poorly, she used to use you as a footrest while she watched her shows. Even now ‘the days of our lives’ opening theme gives you flashbacks.”

“And through all my shitty violent outbursts you think you can fix me, si?”

“Yes of course, naw, Papa, we’ve all seen how far you've come and we are so proud of you.”

Papa Emeritus gave up holding his pose and leaned forward laughing. “I very much like this game,” he raised a gold clawed finger.

“Oh, bless your unholiness, you miss your mother so much, you wear her nails.”

“Stop, fermare, non, it hurts,” he held his stomach.

Thank you for reading and thank you tumblr for removing all my lovely italics,

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[lustbile]

I’m back to bark about EXO bc Chanyeol’s military discharge is now all of 3 weeks away and I’m going delirious about it bc hes literally so fucking sexy like not just in his looks but bc of that time he just said “I only have 2 goals. The first one is… to be honest… I want to make music until I get dead and buried”

It’s the absolute soul consuming passion he has for what he does that gets me the most like,,,, ugh it’s sO SEXY I CRY??? And then his competitiveness??? I was talking to a friend today about my delusional daydreams wherein he’s my partner and future husband and we split time between Seoul and LA for work and one time when he’s in Seoul coming to LA I send him pictures of the new lingerie I bought to be a tease just to rile him up before a long flight, and she was like “yeah but he’s so competitive he would absolutely go to the bathroom and pull down his pants, stuff the hem of his shirt in his mouth and send you a pic of his hand holding himself with his abs in the pic and would wank one out and send you the proof before he boards the flight” and I damn near lost my mind

The thought of some man sending me pictures of his cum as evidence that he jacked off to the thought of me? Disgusting, jail for you! The thought of Park Chanyeol sending me pictures of his cum as evidence that he jacked off to the thought of me? I am waiting for him on my KNEES, mouth OPEN, the second he walks through that front door. Spit in my mouth cum in or on me I don’t care, really just a “head empty… pussy be thinkin tho, she’s in charge rn” moment for me

I don’t know if it was just a rumor or me being incredibly delusional, but I think I saw a tweet about exo possibly having another comeback once everyone comes back from the military and before kai and sehun go, and I really hope it’s true because I need to see chanyeol in something again and the idea that it could maybe possible be a more similar concept to obsession,,, thats the only thing that keeps me going at this point

and god your friend is so right. like him being like ‘oh you really think that youre the only one who can play this game?’ and going off somewhere to film himself getting off to your photos. knowing that the fact that he’d be leaving you hanging with just that after he boards his flight making him so cocky and obnoxious. knowing that you’ll just be jumping on him the second he walks through the door

and idk, I feel like personally I could very happily take something like that from a number of men, but I am also a ‘nutting video with the sound on’ type of person. but from chanyeol???? that could possibly completely ruin my brain

#exo smut #chanyeol smut #ask

[mueritos]

i hope this isn't an invasive question and please ignore it if it is: you've mentioned before that you went from iding as a lesbian to being a gay man. lately i have been thinking i might be gay but that makes me wonder what the hell the deal was with my attraction (??? i do not know ) to women and since i have only heard from trans men who went from iding as cishet girls to gay men i just hhhh i guess the question is how you figured what was what???? i guess????

Not invasive at all! My blog is open book, and I honestly do not mind answering questions like these. Inserting a read more :)

Explaining attraction is kind of hard for me. I mean, when I identified as a lesbian/wlw (I was pan, lesbian, etc, but was mostly wlw leaning after my middle school bf lol), I found women so pretty! But when I had come out and tried being with a woman as a man, it still felt wrong, even when I did find her beautiful and we were compatible as friends. I realized then that while I found women beautiful, attractive, and even sexy at times, I found that what I felt towards men was always more fulfilling, exciting, and real! It was kind of a jarring switch for a lot of people, but to me it made so much more sense. I was always looking to be the "man" in the relationship, to be more masc and crude or whatever, and even when I had a bf when I was not out, I still sought out this role. In the end, I was searching to be both masculine, to be seen as a man, and to be with a man in a very homosexual way haha.

I think what helped was that I was also aro, so I found myself to be sexually drawn to men in a more fulfilling way than women. Sure I could imagine having fun with a woman, but I wanted that with a man. I also stopped dating after I came out as trans, mostly because I had to focus on myself and school (and being aro), but that time really helped me explore what I liked about myself and in context to being attracted to men. It kind hit me like a truck to be honest. I mean, I was having fantasies all day long about boys LMFAOOO It all just really clicked, like my constant need to have male friends, all the homosexual media I was consuming, the way I danced and sang along to The Pussycat Dolls and Hannah Montana in a way that if I were a cis boy, would totally have been a little gay boy moment and not a little cis girl having fun, and so on.

Either way, attraction is confusing and it changes all the time. I dont see my time of finding girls beautiful (and I still do fine them prertty! and I make jokes about if I had the chance to be with a butch for the night, I would take it haha) as evidence to negate my attraction now. I was a child/teen then, and I'm an adult now. Of course my desires and attraction would be different. People are always changing.

Hope that helped! I'm happy to talk more about this ^^

#muertoresponds #trans stuff

[onedaughterofman]

YOU.

Yes, YOU.

Despite my heart belonging to Copia (and, to be honest, five sinfully sexy Ghouls), I've recently been consuming a rather inordinate amount of Terzo content, namely, YOUR Terzo content.

Therefore, I (quite cheerfully), I blame YOU for the dream I had Thursday night in which I was mercilessly railed from behind by a profoundly horny Papa III while fetchingly draped over a (thankfully...) very sturdy dinner table.

I remember he was in dark dress pants (hastily undone), a white dress shirt (unbuttoned) and his eyes...sweet merciful fuck...they were fully dark. I'm talking about 'blackout contacts' dark.

It was deliciously creepy and honestly, it was quite a...fulFILLING...experience...

*evil laugh*

YES YES YES. Terzo was the one who awoke my Satanic Priest kink, and I love him so fucking much! What does it feel to live my dream??? I want him to do that to me too!

This reminded me of that time I had a dream about Papa's birthday. Copia was throwing a Scooby Doo theme party and I was trying to find a good outfit. That's all haha 💀💀

#ask box #papa terzo #i speak