#I also needed an excuse for drawing him with the big big eyes LOL

[quikyu]

Kirby bounce

#kirby #animation #quikyu artiste #Finally. A use for making all of those animation memes in 2018 #I also needed an excuse for drawing him with the big big eyes LOL

[gureumz]

come to me, make it right

rating: explicit

member: heeseung

notes: fem-bodied reader, backup dancer!reader, slight dom!heeseung, canon-compliant (?), dirty talk, semi-public sex, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, cum-eating, reader breaches professionalism lol

a/n: let's give heeseung a break and let him have his (your) cake 😔 so here i present the backup dancer fic! don't lie to me i know y'all wish it was you bc i do

"he's really something, isn't he?"

the question catches you off guard, your head turning abruptly as you give your friend a look. sion, dressed nearly identically to your all-black get-up, scoots closer to where you're seated on the floor, shoving her shoulder right up to yours.

"what are you on about?" you question before taking a big gulp from your water bottle.

"heeseung," she whispers, gesturing with her eyes to the tall figure standing across the practice room. he's typing on his phone, back turned to you.

"what about him?" you ask.

"he's good. like really good. one of the better idols i've worked with," sion explains, hooking an arm around yours.

"oh, please, you wish you could work with him personally," a different voice whispers from your right. serin, another one of your co-backup dancers, slides up to where you're sitting.

"too bad _______ got the gig first," serin adds, nudging you. you roll your eyes as the two of them collapse in giggles.

it's been two weeks since you were onboarded onto this project for enhypen's comeback. today was the dance practice filming and you can say that so far, it's been smooth sailing for the most part. the company was generous enough and the performance directors were easy to work with. the members themselves gave you no problems whatsoever, though you could only truly speak for one of them.

heeseung was nice enough, extremely polite, but also tremendously serious when it comes to performing. you've only known him for all of the two weeks, but you know better than to get in his way. you stepped on his foot once and you remember wanting to disintegrate right then, but to your surprise, heeseung merely smiled, reassuring you that it was fine.

it was rather easy to fall into rhythm with him. you don't know if it was your doing, or his, or both, but it's like the two of you spoke the same dance language. there were barely any words uttered, but understanding passed between you effortlessly.

he was kind of sweet too, always asking if you've eaten, if you need any more water, if his hand placement was too much. you appreciated it, a far cry from some other people you've worked with that barely spared you a glance. you'd be fine with the bare minimum of friendliness, if it was all out of courtesy that heeseung asked you all these questions. but the way he stares down at you attentively has your stomach churning. whether that's a good or bad thing, you've yet to decide.

your eyes draw towards heeseung as he pockets his phone, his gaze somehow finding yours in a split second. before you could look away, he smiles, waving rather cutely at you.

you wave back politely, quickly signing a 'have you eaten?' to him. heeseung shakes his head and points back at you as if to ask, 'how about you?'.

you reply no and heeseung pouts.

'eat soon, okay?' he mouths to you. you hold up the 'okay' sign and heeseung nods, satisfied.

sion and serin fall silent as the three of you watch heeseung gather with the rest of enhypen, all seven excusing themselves to go eat. heeseung locks eyes with you briefly one more time and smiles, eyebrows raised.

and then they were gone.

"what was that?" sion asks, grinning like a feline.

"he's being nice," you contest. "doesn't jungwon tell you to eat when you should?"

sion balks at that, clearing her throat. "he does. he's very considerate."

"but that," sion continues. "that look is different, ________, i'm telling you."

serin nods enthusiastically in agreement. "right? do the two of you talk outside of practice?"

"you guys are so unprofessional," you complain, though a smile creeps onto your face.

"and, no, we don't."

---

"did you see my kakao request?"

you peer up at heeseung, eyebrows knitting together. it takes you another few seconds to register what exactly he was asking.

"you added me on kakao?" you finally ask back.

his hands are in his pockets, a fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around his frame. the weather in poland is more than a little chilly this time of year, a struggle for you all as you drag yourselves through the music video filming.

heeseung chuckles, his eyes squinting down at you. "yeah, last night."

"sorry, i must have missed it," you reply sheepishly, pulling your own blanket tighter around your shoulders. "i have about a dozen requests at any given time."

"ooh, someone's in demand," heeseung teases, nudging you lightly. you laugh nervously, scanning the set around you.

the members and their respective dancers have gotten friendly over the course of the comeback preparations. nothing too chummy, but all of you are comfortable enough to strike up conversations with each other on and off schedule. it was nice, getting to know the guys of enhypen a little better.

but the way heeseung caught up to you in this dark, secluded part of the set where you were merely looking for cell service makes it look a little too suspicious.

'what do you want?' is what threatened to come out of your mouth. you often think you would rather be dead than be caught in a dating scandal with an idol. not that you're assuming anything, but you've seen this behavior before, and heeseung really is just a man at the end of the day, so who's to say that—

"um, is everything okay?" heeseung asks, waving a hand in front of your face. you blink, your surroundings coming back into view. you look up and are met with heeseung's grey-colored lenses. you stop a shiver from running down your spine at how hard he's staring down at you.

"yeah, sorry," you respond hurriedly, clearing your throat. "what i meant to say is, i have messages from people asking for dancers for a program or shoot or what-have-you, all those stuff."

heeseung nods before looking away, eyes scanning the staff as they arrange the set. before neither of you could say anything more, jake's head pops out from behind a stack of equipment boxes.

"hyung? oh, there you are," jake says with a start, noticing you at the last second.

"hi, _______!" he adds cheerily.

you smile warmly at him, slightly relieved that someone is there to interrupt.

jake turns back to heeseung. "jungwon says to drop by the hair and makeup tent for a bit."

heeseung nods at the younger, brushing past you to get to jake.

"see you in a bit," heeseung says, fingers lightly curling around your forearm. you tense up but nod in reply.

"see you," you return weakly.

you wait until the two of them are gone before sighing, stalking off to the other end of the set to where the dancers' tent is set up.

---

studio choom is one of your favorite parts of being a backup dancer. the staff was nice, the set was wide and airy, and the lighting was amazing. your excitement concerning the last part was evident in the way you couldn't take your eyes off your phone as you held it in front of your face.

"i look so good," you comment with a laugh, surveying yourself on the camera display. "even with the mask and all."

"right?" serin agrees from behind you, getting into frame with you. you quickly snap a couple photos.

the director barks out an order to get into blocking and you quickly hide your phone away, silently thanking in your head one of the other dancers for bringing in the large tote to hold all of your devices.

you walk under the bright multicolored lights onto the actual filming set, hovering over the general area of where you're supposed to be blocked. you wait for the members and other dancers to find their places, eyes downcast as you try to find your exact spot.

a hand brushes your arm and you look up to see heeseung smiling down at you.

"you look good," he mutters quietly before walking to center, getting on his hands and knees as he settles into his starting position.

serin passes in front of you, eyes expressive enough that you instantly get what she's saying despite half of her face being obscured by the mask.

'what was that?!' her eyes seemed to cry out.

you shake your head. 'i have no idea,' you respond as best as you can with your own confused gaze.

the director calls out another command and everything else is dropped as all of you fall into performance mode. autopilot takes over you, every take passing by quickly, much to your surprise.

an hour and a half later and on the last take of the chorus, you find yourself restless, stomach already grumbling. you pick at your long black gloves, wishing for this day to be over.

enhypen are in formation in front of the camera, with the dancers at the wings, ready to approach for the chorus. somehow, despite blending into the shadows of the set, heeseung finds you, tilting his head to the side in a sort of greeting.

you mirror his action and heeseung instantly smiles. you can't help the grin that breaks out behind your mask.

"last take, everyone!" the director calls out.

with a little more difficulty than you'd like to admit, you rip your gaze away from heeseung's, a tingling feeling settling in your stomach.

---

almost all thoughts of heeseung disappear from your mind as you get home later that day, too exhausted to pore over every interaction you have with your dance partner. you lay sprawled out on your bed, having just finished freshening up, eyes heavy as you feel drowsiness creep into your consciousness.

the keyword is almost.

you hear a notification ping from your phone and your sleepiness is immediately replaced with pure adrenaline. your read the notification over and over again just to make sure you weren't imagining it.

이희승 (lee heeseung): hi

you sit up, your heart pounding. leaning against your headboard, you watch as another message comes in.

이희승: you up?

you snicker, opening your kakaotalk app. heeseung's name is at the top of the chat room, easily indicating just who you're talking to. you quickly type a reply.

너 (you): ooh he finally messaged ㅋㅋ what an opening tho

you chew on your lower lip as you send the message, the 'read' sign immediately appearing. you watch as heeseung types out his reply.

이희승: lol sorry did that come off too creepy?

너: not at all. why the sudden message tho? was my performance that bad that it has you staying up at night?

이희승: oh no nothing of that sort. just wanted to say thank you for your hard work today

you blink, cheeks growing warm. he messaged you at ass-o'-clock to thank you?

너: thanks! you did super well today too

이희승: don't i always? (pouting face)

it's at this moment that you realize, without a shadow of a doubt, that lee heeseung, a member of a globally renowned k-pop idol group, is flirting with you.

you lock your phone, laying back down on your pillow, contemplating on what to do.

you could always flirt back, then act as if nothing happened the next time you see him. see how far the two of you can take it. you might end up sneaking around green rooms and closets, but, hey, half of the fun is the thrill of getting caught. or you could shut it down now, rejecting him gently because what kind of unprofessional loser would fold at the slightest display of romantic interest from an idol?

you sigh.

you would.

you're a (slightly) unprofessional loser that would fold at the slightest display of romantic interest from an idol.

you open up your phone, fingers moving at lightning speed.

너: my bad. you always do well (wink)

a whole minute passes by, heeseung typing then stopping then starting up again, before he stops once more for a few seconds. you feel anxiety seeping out of every pore on your body.

이희승: good girl ㅋㅋ that's what i like to hear

you gape at your phone, a strange tingle spreading all over you.

you take a moment to scream into your pillow.

---

you're waiting for it to boil over. to culminate into something. for shit to hit the fan, as you would inelegantly put it.

you left heeseung on read last night, at a total loss for words at his reply. he doesn't press further, either. in your mind, he's probably thinking one of two things: 1) that he deeply offended you, or 2) that he's achieved the desired effect.

you don't have to think too hard about which one of those is true.

you enter the assigned green room to you and the other dancers, poking your head in first, eyes landing on your coworkers lounging about.

"oh, _______!" sion calls out excitedly. the rest of them turn their heads to you, erupting into similar squeals.

"close the door!" serin orders. too stunned to protest, you do as you're told, leaning against the wall as all of your friends talk over each other.

"heeseung was looking for you," sion's voice rises above the rest and your eyes unconsciously widen, your heart rate picking up.

"yeah, he came here himself and asked where you were," serin adds, nodding.

"what's going on with you two?" another dancer, yeeun, asks in a singsong voice.

"n-nothing's going on," you say with a laugh, waving them off nonchalantly.

"like we'll believe that," sion retorts. "we'll keep it a secret, promise!"

the rest of them agree, sounding like a chorus of schoolchildren hearing about their teacher's boyfriend. you sigh, setting your things down on the floor.

"we're messaging on kakao, that's all," you admit, shrugging.

"sexting already?" serin chides with a laugh. you give her a look as the room erupts in laughter.

"you guys are hopeless," you say with a shake of your head, but you can't help but laugh along.

"we're not sexting. not...yet," you add. there's a pause before the laughter grows louder, all of them throwing jokes around about being safe and dating scandals.

"luck you," yeeun says with a sigh. "it's taking jake forever to make a move."

the whole room shifts its attention to her and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. your phone vibrates and you feel your whole body grow hot as you read your screen.

이희승: come out for a second

before anyone can stop you, you quickly slip out of the green room, looking down in both directions of the hallway. to your right, you see heeseung standing outside enhypen's own waiting room, eyes staring at you intently.

with a nervous glance back behind you, you make your way to him. the hallway seems empty at this time, with most artists and staff in their respective rooms, the early prerecording hour hanging heavily over everyone.

"hi," heeseung says with a grin the moment you're near enough to hear him.

"hi," you respond, fidgeting with your hands. you scrape over your knuckles with your nails, waiting for heeseung to continue.

"about last night, i'm sorry if i went too far," heeseung begins, voice dropping, eyes looking around nervously.

oh.

so he's thinking option number 1.

"oh no, not at all," you reassure him. "i appreciate the gesture. i know you were only trying to be friendly."

heeseung raises his eyebrows as you say this. he purses his lips before speaking.

"friendly isn't the right word, exactly...," heeseung says, trailing off. he bites down on his lip, eyes momentarily flitting up and down over your figure.

it's your turn to be surprised.

"i see," you reply.

there's a long stretch of silence after this, both of you avoiding each other's eyes. an awkward laugh escapes you and heeseung follows, scratching at the back of his head.

you finally look up to meet his eyes, his pupils blown wide as he seems to consider his next words.

"i mean, i'm down if you are," heeseung says, stepping closer. "i won't hold it against you if you aren't, though."

you don't need to be told what his words meant. with the way he's staring at you right now, eyes unmoving but filled with something you can only describe as desire, you know full well what heeseung is implying.

"i am," you say after a moment. you're still fidgeting, hands clasped together in front of you. heeseung notices, his own hand coming up to lay on yours, stilling your movements. his fingers curl around your wrist.

"are we waiting after the recording or...?" you ask, letting heeseung pry your hands apart. he grips you firmly and you feel yourself practically igniting from his touch.

"i could use a pick-me-up right now" heeseung throws out casually, as if merely suggesting that the two of you get coffee. he jerks his head towards the door right next to their waiting room.

"this one's empty," heeseung informs. "i checked."

you can't help but grin up at him. he licks his lips as if he's looking down at his next meal, which you know, isn't that far from the truth.

"and no surveillance cameras, either," heeseung says, leaning down to whisper next to your ear.

without replying, you walk backward in the direction of the empty waiting room. heeseung follows, still gripping your arm, letting you pull him along. you never break eye contact, even as you reach behind you to turn the knob, pushing the door open.

only now do you avert your eyes away from him, stepping into the dimly lit room, a single weak lightbulb turned on in the farthest corner. with heeseung right behind you, you hear the door close, and without missing a beat, heeseung tugs you back, hands grabbing you by the waist.

he shoves you against the door, his face impossibly close to yours, your breaths mingling as you practically pant in anticipation. heeseung reaches down, locking the door, the click of the mechanism deafening in the silence.

"you can still say no," heeseung whispers.

"why would i do that?" you say before leaning forward to kiss him.

heeseung sighs against your mouth, his hand holding one side of your face to keep you steady. you're both still in your casual clothes, and you thank the heavens for this because your hands slip easily underneath his oversized hoodie. your palms smooth over his toned stomach and up his chest where you lightly rake your nails back downward.

you gasp when you feel heeseung roughly grab one of your boobs through your shirt at the same time he pushes a knee between your legs. you belatedly realize that it's today of all days that you've decided to wear a miniskirt.

"making my job easier," heeseung teases, as if able to read your thoughts. he smirks at you, planting a brief kiss on your lips as he angles you better on his thigh.

"your job...," you say in between labored breaths. you feel yourself growing wetter as you grind down on the taut muscle. "...is to fuck me before anyone notices we're gone."

heeseung grunts, pulling his leg away, ignoring the way you whine at the loss of friction. he pulls your skirt up roughly, letting it bunch around your waist. you gasp as you hear the sound of ripping fabric.

"heeseung!" you say in disbelief as he pockets your now torn-up lace panties. he merely chuckles, leaning in to kiss down from below your ear to your conveniently exposed chest, a feat made possible by your skimpy tank top.

"turn around, baby," heeseung whispers, planting another kiss, but this time, on your nose.

you stare at him for a moment, eyes bleary. are you really about to do this?

"please?" heeseung adds, eyes wide and round as he utters this one word so sweetly.

with weak knees, you do as you're told, letting heeseung press his chest flush against your back. you mewl when you feel his rough fingers slip between your slick folds, rubbing up then down, circling around the relative area of your clit. he finds it a second later, pressing down and working it expertly.

"fuck," you say, voice trembling. you let out a startled noise as you feel heeseung press a large hand over your mouth.

"no one can see us here but that doesn't mean they can't hear us," heeseung says against the shell of your ear.

"so i need you to be quiet for me, baby, okay?"

melting at these words, you could do nothing more but nod. heeseung kisses the back of your head tenderly. you hear him tugging his sweatpants down, letting it pool around his ankles.

you whimper when you feel a hard poke on one of your asscheeks, anticipation bubbling in you. you wriggle around, spreading your legs slightly apart and sticking your hips out.

"good girl," heeseung praises you, pressing his tip right against your hole. "doesn't need me to tell her what to do."

heeseung keeps his hand pressed firmly on your mouth, ensuring to muffle any sound that escapes you. and it's a good thing, too, because you're tempted to sob when you feel him push in, filling you in one swift motion.

"god," heeseung grunts as he bottoms out. "spent so long imagining what it would feel like to fuck you like this."

heeseung lets go of your face in favor of bracing himself against the door. you gasp out, the feeling of him quickly overwhelming you. and to think he hasn't even moved, yet.

"tried so hard not to let my hands wander but, fuck, you make it so difficult," heeseung says directly into your ear. he gives his first thrust and you decide to take on the responsibility of covering your own mouth because the stretch from his cock threatens a scream out of you.

"those goddamn stylists putting you girls in those tight dresses," heeseung continues. "and they expect us to keep our eyes and hands still?"

your eyes roll back at the filthy admission. heeseung grips you harshly by the waist and the whole world falls away from view when you feel him hammer in and out of you.

it's unknown to you how you could keep yourself upright, your knees feeling as if they could give out any moment. heeseung fucks into you roughly, your words about finishing quickly before your absence raises any questions seemingly spurring him on.

"so good, so fucking good," heeseung blabbers on, surely lost in his own pleasure. you lean back against his large frame for support and heeseung is quick to wrap a hand around your throat.

"yes!" you gasp out, blood rushing loudly in your ears as you feel heeseung squeeze down around your neck.

you wonder what you must look like right now. if anyone on the off chance would walk in on you and see your clothes and hair disheveled, your already short skirt pushed up even further, back arched in pleasure as heeseung fucks into your throbbing, drenched pussy. as if reading your mind again, heeseung prods against your mouth with two fingers, slipping them inside, leaving you no choice but to suckle on the salty skin.

at this moment, the two of you are possibly the very image of sin.

"squeezing me so tight, babe," heeseung breathes out against your neck. you gasp when you feel his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder, soft moans escaping his own lips.

heeseung pulls his fingers out of your mouth and drool drips down your chin. he grabs at your neck once again, tighter this time, his other arm wrapping around your midsection as he picks up the pace.

"fuck, i'm getting close," heeseung practically growls, maneuvering the two of you away from the door.

"help me out, baby," heeseung pleads in your ears. "tell me how good you're feeling."

you finally let out the sob that's been fighting its way out of you.

"h-heeseung you feel so g-good," you comply, voice breaking from heeseung's vice grip around your neck.

"want you to ruin me like this every day. need you to f-fuck me in front of the practice room mirror," you continue, trying to find the right words despite the growing haziness in your head.

heeseung lets out a noise. "yeah? wanna watch yourself get split open like this? every day, huh?"

you nod frantically. "yes, yes, yes! d-didn't know i needed you this bad."

heeseung grows quiet as he holds you against him, hips snapping up erratically. you're sure that you've made a mess on the floor by now, seeing as you're absolutely drenched. the thought pushes you closer to your own release.

"c-cum for me please," you implore, feeling yourself shake at the thought of your impending orgasm.

"yeah, angel, gonna cum for you. g-gonna cum in this tight, gorgeous pussy. so good for me, letting me fuck them in s-some dark room right next door to m-my manager and members and all the staff, fuck—!"

heeseung abruptly stills, hand falling away from your neck. you take in a gulp of air, your fingers frantically reaching down to rub at your clit. you feel heeseung twitch and spill himself inside of you and you squeeze your eyes shut, coaxing yourself closer to euphoria.

finally, the floodgates open and your whole body seizes up from your orgasm. heeseung's face is buried in your neck and you can vaguely register him encouraging you through it.

you relax after a few seconds, leaning hard against heeseung as you feel your body nearly give out. heeseung pulls out but quickly replaces his cock with two of his fingers. you whine weakly, head lolling back against heeseung's shoulder.

"i got you," heeseung coos, working his fingers in and out of you at a languid pace. you twitch in oversensitivity, complaining how it's too much.

heeseung retracts his fingers and you catch him licking them clean just as you turn to face him. your eyes have adjusted in the dim lighting, heeseung's features coming into focus.

"you just tasted yourself," you say in half surprise and half bewilderment.

heeseung breathes out a laugh, letting his fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop.

"had to keep it in somehow," heeseung says nonchalantly. "seeing as i, ah, compromised your underwear."

you roll your eyes, giggling. "i think you more than compromised my underwear. you tore it in half, heeseung."

heeseung shrugs, donning an unapologetic expression. you swat at his chest playfully but you stop mid-laugh when you feel something drip out of you.

"oh god, fuck—," you start to complain, but before you could get another word out, heeseung drops to his knees, doe eyes peering up at you.

heeseung prods your legs apart, sticking his tongue out just in time to catch his own cum dribbling out of you.

"i'll clean you up, baby," heeseung says, mouth already pressing against your leaking hole.

all you can do is grab onto his shoulder, eyes rolling back as you feel your clit twitch with newfound arousal.

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #heeseung smut #heeseung scenarios #w: heeseung

[notyourhetloki]

Ken's NSFW Alphabet

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Ken x Reader/

A/N: You know what? I ALWAYS wanted to make one of these... I literally have no excuse for it I just need him carnally ok pls don't judge me NSFW Alphabet originally found here.

Warnings: this Ken has genitals lol, top!Ken, lots of sex talk, no images just text, very explicit!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think Ken would be a very caring lover, making sure you had everything you needed and that includes aftercare! He would draw a trail of kisses down your body to your legs, massaging them while asking if you're ok, then would take you in his arms and keep you there for all the time you needed. Ken would even clean you up if necessary, joining you in a nice shower, combing your hair... Yeah, he's the KING of aftercare!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Ken really like his arms, they're amazing to show off his muscles and strength and even better for carrying you around!

And his favorite part about you is definitely your beautiful face! But most especially, your lips. Ken loves when you kiss him all over his body, it never fails to make him shiver.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)

Well, because he's a doll, I don't believe there would be a risk of diseases or pregnancy (particularly if you live in Barbieland/are a doll as well) so… yeah he would cum inside you pretty much every time. The feeling of you around him while he cums is intoxicating enough, but he would make exceptions for when you asked him to cum over your face… that vision was also fantastic.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ken has a very big fantasy of fucking you while he wears his mink, or seeing you suck him off while he wears it… anyway, he wants to wear the mink!! But he feels a little silly about it…

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, I don't think he had any experience, really. He knew about sex from the media he consumed (he even read a few books on it, out of curiosity) but sex was not really a priority especially in Barbieland. That is until he visited the Real World and you showed up...

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Cowgirl/boy. Ken loves to have you on top, seeing you bounce on top of him while he grabs your waist is SUCH a turn-on. And that way you also could control the pace... yeah, he adores it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends... are you making love after a whole day spent together? Yeah, he could be goofy, wanting to see you laugh at every opportunity he can. But are you fucking after spending the day apart, needy and desperate? No time for joking around.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a doll so I'm pretty sure he's just shaved down there... nothing really to be worried about!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Ken is so needy... so needy he would embrace you during the whole thing if he could. He's the type of guy who says "I love you" during sex, and he's ok with it! As long as you say it back... and you always say it back.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbating was not really a thing dolls did, but he would do it occasionally out of curiosity. And after you came around, he couldn't help himself a few times... humping a pillow before sleep and dreaming about your body. Yeah, he masturbated quite a lot then, thinking about you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

PRAISE KINK this one's obvious… the guy could nut only from being praised if you took the time to do it. If you praise him during sex while looking him in the eyes, oh… his cock immediately twitches in anticipation. It's adorable, actually.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Because he's very jealous and protective of you, he only does it inside of your house (or his mojo dojo casa house) somewhere no one can see you, so yeah… not very adventurous in that aspect.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Besides the praise, just... being your boyfriend. Matching clothes with you, holding your hand... kissing you immediately turns him on, and being called names like "baby", "love", "blondie" makes him go wild. He just loves the attention and of course, loves when you're turned on as well.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I don't think Ken would enjoy rougher sex... don't get me wrong, he can definitely pick up a fast pace from time to time, but... ROUGH as in, slapping you, calling you names... nuh-uh, he don't likey. He hates the possibility of hurting you in any way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ken honestly doesn't have a preference. He loooves eating you out/sucking you off and the praise that comes with it, making sure you finish so he can taste you. But oh, there's something just as endearing in the wet sounds you make while sucking him, the feeling of your lips tightly around his dick... oof! He loves both ways!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

At the very first time you had sex I think Ken would be slow and not really in rhythm, so overwhelmed by the sensation of being with you… So you'd have to take control and guide him. He would eventually get the hang of it, and the more confident he became, the faster he went. So yeah, when he's feeling sentimental he goes slow, taking his time with you. But if he's feeling confident, he likes to show off and fuck you raw.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's pretty neutral about quickies, I mean... Ken likes taking his sweet time with you, but if you're both feeling naughty and there's not really much time, he would definitely go for it!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Hmm, I would say he's not really into taking risks. Ken probably waits for you to suggest something before he suggests it himself. He doesn't want to scare you off or anything like that.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Baby, he's a DOLL... He can go as many times as you desire! LOL But oh, on the first few times you had sex, he didn't last very long... he was too overwhelmed but soon he felt better! Now he lasts a reaaally long time.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not sure if there are sex toys in Barbieland, but if yes, sure! He would definitely have a vibrator to use on you. Anything that helps you cum is a treasured tool for him, because getting you to cum is his top priority during sex!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Besides lasting for an absurd amount of time, he loooves to tease as well. Kissing and softly biting on your skin before slowly going down on you, looking up at you with puppy eyes while humming and moving his tongue around your sex... yeah, he's a tease.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fuck, Ken's loud. He learned to tone it down a bit by muffling his sounds with his hand, but he continues to be a loud moaner. He whines and groans a lot, too... calling your name while being super vocal. "Oh, my... yes. Yes, (Y/N). Please don't stop, ah..."

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ken still gets emotional every time you make love, holding your face while kissing you deeply, your bodies moving in tandem feeling so good he could cry. He probably did cry the first time, but now he holds back trying to not seem too sappy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants.)

I MEAN... hear me out. I think he's pretty damn hot, like... maybe around 7 inches? And like, girthy as well LOL He's a dooooll he has to have a pretty perfect dick, right??? (don't look at me)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Again, not really high before you came around. Now he thinks about sex all the time, looking for excuses to be alone with you and get his hands all over your body. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ken would make sure you were fine (and had finished), do some aftercare if needed and then he would fall asleep rather quickly, rolling over into a little spoon so you could hold him. In your arms, he feels safe and sound.

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#ken #ken x reader #ken x gn reader #ken x you #alphabet #barbie #ryan gosling #gender neutral #headcanon #imagine #self insert #y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #notyourhetloki

[captainofthedauntless]

More Rise!Nardo thoughts.

Just thinking about how he'd abuse the fuck out of his portal abilities with you. Always offering to be your "ride" when you need to go somewhere, using it as an excuse to see you for just a minute when you're busy. The classic you're upset? oh lol i just Happened To Pop By A Shop, Here, Your Favorite Snacks.

He'd show up in a heartbeat to help you move furniture, or to help you cook, or to help you speed clean because your aunt's in town all of a sudden and you cannot let her know you live like this.

You don't think anything of it, really. Because it's effortless for him. It's like getting up from the couch for how much energy it takes him.

But it gets to be a habit.

It's a pattern.

You text him after a long day, once, and you say something about being tired and not wanting to cook, and then he's in your kitchen with a crackle of blue energy and a bag of take out and a hoodie he pulls off less than five minutes later, passing it to you with an easy shrug and a nonchalant smile. Lot warmer in here than the lair, he says breezily, as though it isn't your favorite of his hoodies. As though it was an accident.

He does that a lot, you realize. Act as though calculation is coincidence.

And then you can't stop realizing it.

It's not just the portals.

It's everywhere.

He's everywhere.

He's spending enough time at your place that he just leaves his stuff there when he gets a mission call, and you end up with a stack of books and comics that you definitely didn't pick up yourself, and instead of mentioning it you just replace his horrifying whatever-he-can-find bookmarks (you find one of your bracelets there, once) with actual ones. People keep giving them to you as freebies- might as well put them to use.

Somehow he knows when you've got big appointments scheduled, and he just casually shows up the night before and complains about how you do your chores and insists on showing you how it's done, and then you blink and he's put away every dish in your kitchen, all while playfully critiquing your organization. And, like magic, you're free to sit down and relax, because evidently your sweeping technique is also tragic, no, no, give me that, you're- you're banished, that's abysmal, and feet off the ground- don't care, it needs swept, go on.

Crazy how his movie night picks are some of your favorites. Great minds think alike, eh?

And then 'huh, Leo's pretty helpful' becomes 'oh, Leo's given me impossible standards' when you wake up in the middle of the night and can't seem to catch your breath from a nightmare. You fumble for your phone and type what's supposed to say are you up? and comes out as ate yii yo? and then your phone is ringing.

He greets you with a you alright? that you think should probably be harsher than it is considering the hour, and when you manage to get the word dream out of your face he follows up with want some company?

And you must say yes, because the next thing you know is a crackle of blue energy (which should look dangerous, should feel dangerous, but looks like a playful wave and feels like home) and nearly six feet of mutant turtle dropping onto your bed, landing with a playful bounce that shakes a little of the dream-scented-sludge from your mind.

Sorry, he says, playful and grinning as he folds his arms behind his head and watches you like he can read your mind, traffic was a nightmare.

And you shake your head, because what the fuck, but you're laughing despite yourself and some of the scrutiny melts from his eyes.

Thought I'd-

Don't say drop by.

I would never, he says, but he doesn't elaborate on what he was going to say, and you draw your own conclusions. Anywhoozles, what's the vibe? Movie? Snack? Field trip to the top of the Great Wall?

And somehow he means it.

He's in your room at four in the morning, still in his pajamas, mask down around his neck, all warm and soft and sleep-shaped, and offering you the world like it was a piece of gum.

And you just stare at him, wondering if you're still dreaming.

#leonardo #x reader #leonardo x reader #leonardo & reader #*writing #2018 #imagines #headcanons #aged up as always- going for college-age here

[hongcherry]

needed me || lc (m)

"You're still thinking of him while on your Valentine's date."

❤️ Pairing: fwb!Chan/Dino x Reader (afab)

❤️ Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); PWP, smut, angst; Friends with benefits

❤️ Warnings: unprotected sex (be safe! esp in fwbs <3), fingering, creampie, dirty talk, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, markings/bruises (hickeys), 0.2 seconds of degradation, semi-emotional sex

❤️ Word Count: 2.3k

❤️ Project: For Freya (@angelwoozi) for our Valentine's Drabble Exchange! I apologize if it lacks in angst! I'm still working on "emotional sex," so this was a nice challenge for me. I hope you enjoy it! 🥰

❤️ Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Please stay safe (in multiple ways heh), and I hope you all have a great day. Also, I decided to write in the present tense for once, so please ignore any incorrect tense changes LOL.

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The rising heat in your body is due to two reasons.

One being your Valentine’s date went poorly, and two being your body is still buzzing with need.

You had gone to your date’s place, fully expecting to get laid on this so-called love day just so you didn’t have to wallow in endless candy wrappers alone. However, as their hands had roamed your body and their moans filled your ears, you couldn’t help but imagine it was him instead. Him, who has been your friend for three years and fuck buddy for less than one. Him, who can draw out your mewls with the graze of his fingertips. 

Although your date had touched you in places you enjoyed, it didn’t elicit the familiar feelings you have grown accustomed to. That caused you to spring from them, excuses flying out of your mouth as you hurried to grab your belongings.

It’s why you find yourself pressed against Chan’s door, his mouth moving against yours hungrily. One of his hands travels from your waist to grip your leg that’s hooked on his waist. He massages the flesh of your thigh as his tongue explores the cavern of your mouth. Your hands are gliding up and down his bare back—the results of his relentless workouts evident under your touch.

Chan pulls back to catch his breath.

“Should we slow down?” he asks between breaths.

You shake your head, eyes falling upon the faint, dark spot on his neck that wasn’t caused by you.

Chan had told you he didn’t have plans for Valentine’s this year, so you figured it would be no big deal for you to show up unannounced. What you weren’t expecting was for him to answer his door half-dressed, hair messy, lips slightly swollen, and a faint mark on his skin. Your heart had stopped a beat at the sight. You were well aware of the state Chan was in.

It wasn’t long before a woman emerged from his room, wearing just a tee and panties. The heat in your body had increased. You weren’t sure if it was because Chan was faring better than you at getting laid, or because he was fairing better than you without you.

After Chan told his “date” about you coming over to inform him of a family emergency, the lady left with sympathy that you didn’t entertain. Maybe it was best to play along, but you didn’t care if they believed it or not.

Seeing someone else’s marking on Chan brought a mixture of emotions; however, you decided to channel anger out of all of them.

“Why?” you scoff. “We’ve gone fast before.”

Your mouth connects with his again in hopes of returning to where you left off—to simply be in a state where you only felt his body on yours and nothing else.

“I know,” Chan pants when he moves away again, “but aren’t you upset that your date went bad?”

Right.

Telling Chan how rude your date was was a lie. The reason why your date went south wasn’t that your date was rude, it was because you couldn’t stop thinking of the person in front of you.

As if you would ever disclose that though. 

He just…feels good. He knows your body like no one else.

“I’m over it,” you sigh and lean in; however, Chan stops you.

“You can talk to me,” he tries to reassure you, which only results in an exasperated groan from you.

“I don’t need to talk, Chan. I just need you to fuck me,” you argue.

Chan’s eyes roam your face for a moment. 

“Fine,” he says before he crashes his mouth on yours. If you didn’t want to talk to him, he could at least help you feel better in a way he knew how.

You find yourself straddling him in his bed minutes later. You’re both left in your underwear, clothes forgotten somewhere along the way to his room—a trail that’ll be a morning reminder of how you are never asked to stay the next day.

That damn mark on his neck had become darker over time.

You try to ignore it, but it’s so blatantly visible you can’t help but glance at it every time you move away. You hate knowing someone else had touched him in an intimate way.

As you lean down toward his neck, you note that it shouldn’t matter if he was in bed with someone else.

As you lick and suck on the column of his neck, you recall how you’re not his.

As you create your own marks on his skin, you hope he can’t remember which hickey was from his date.

You hope all he will remember tomorrow is your mouth on him. You want him to remember how he’s moaning and gripping you closer as if he can’t get enough of you.

Chan doesn’t seem to care that you’re littering his skin with bruises as he yanks your bra and panties from your body. One of his hands grabs your chest while the other moves between your legs.

Your mouth finally finds his again, moans getting lost in each other's mouth as he glides two fingers in your wet heat. You’re grinding against his hand and shoving down his underwear.

“So damn eager,” he grunts while you pump his hard length.

“Just need to feel you,” you reply.

Chan’s fingers come back glossy with your arousal. He nudges your hand from him to coat his cock with it.

His room is filled with your moans when you sink down, fingernails clawing at his torso while your eyes shut briefly. There’s not a moment of peace as Chan snaps his hips into yours roughly. You have to press your palms on him to keep your balance.

“Shit, Chan,” you gasp. He’s large inside you, stretching you in the most addicting way.

“Always so tight for me,” he comments, eyes focused on where he’s gliding up in you. 

Your sight lands on his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth is open. You know he won’t meet your gaze, so your gaze lingers on him. Over time he’s stopped making eye contact whenever you were fucking. You wonder if it comes from guilt. Despite only catching him with someone else once, you’re sure he’s had other “partners” that's been in your position. You aren’t the only one who’s seen and heard Chan in this way.

The thought spurs your hips to move.

You want to be the only one who can satisfy him like this. You want to make him feel so good he will only come to you when he needs a release.

Chan curses under you. His hips slow, and he throws his head back as he lets you bounce on him quickly. A hand stays on your hips while the other runs through his hair.

“That’s it,” he praises.

Your walls clench around him, loving how blissful he looks. You want to keep going–give him everything you have–but your energy is being spent fast. Your hips gradually decrease in speed. 

Instead of Chan moving you himself, he flips you over and pushes a leg up to get deeper. His mind is foggy, but somewhere in that smog is the image of you on your date tonight. You were dressed nicely; your appearance was fixed up in a way he’s never seen before. At least in a way that was never for him. 

Always for someone else.

Always for someone unworthy.

He enters you again swiftly. There’s no gentleness as he slams his hips forward. 

He recalls how many failed dates you’ve been on. How many failed dates he has been on just to spite you. He knows that’s childish. He doesn’t care about his dates in the way he should. He’s told himself that if the right person came along by chance, he will accept them happily. Though, each date never seemed to be the one.

“They never fuck you properly, hm?” Chan taunts as he continues to rock into you. “That’s why you always come here. You know I’m the only one who fucks you this good.” 

Your grip on his arms tightens at his words.

“Tell me,” Chan demands and grabs your face to angle it.

Your eyes are wide in shock as they find his. His hold is gentle compared to his sharp, slow thrusts.

“T-tell you what?” you pant. There’s a whole gamut of emotions racing through you. You’re terrified he’ll make you admit he knows your body best, yet you’re also eager to tell him that it’s true. 

“Tell me I fuck you better than anyone else,” he says.

“Channie–” you try to say, but he doesn’t give you the chance to finish your response.

“Fuck, Yn,” he huffs as he pushes into you once more before pausing. His hair is matted to his forehead, sweat covering his skin in an oddly beautiful glow. He stares at you–really watches you as if any slight movement will tell him what he needs to know. 

“I don’t know if we should do this anymore,” he finally confesses after a few minutes.

Your eyes grow in size. An invisible hand squeezes your heart, and the pain has you holding your breath. 

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you force out, but you’re afraid of his answer.

He leans back on his heels and looks down at you. The movement causes a slight shift, and you involuntarily clench around him so he doesn’t slip out. Chan sucks in a breath at the feeling.

“Don’t go on those dates,” he blurts instead.

Your head tilts in confusion. You’re trying to gather your thoughts, but it’s difficult. Out of all the times he wants to have this conversation, he chooses now.

“I’m tired of seeing you with someone who isn’t me. I can’t do this knowing you’re doing the same thing with other people.”

You swallow harshly.

You can’t believe he’s actually saying it, and for a moment, you think you’re dreaming.

“Chan, I–”

“Let’s just finish, so we can–”

“Hey, hey, stop,” you huff.

“What?” he questions as he averts his eyes.

“I only went on dates, because I didn’t think you wanted more,” you disclose.

Chan peers at you again, shaking his head.

“That’s not true,” he says softly and raises you from the bed. Your legs rest on either side of him, arms wrapped around his neck. You bite back the moan that wants to escape at the new position. “I’ve wanted more for so long, but we had made it clear we shouldn’t get into a relationship together.”

You nod, recalling the first night you slept with him and the agreements you both had set. 

“I’m willing to start one now,” you answer, a little nervous even though you’re sure of his answer.

Chan smiles, lips finding yours for a short kiss. “Me too.”

Your body moves against his again, albeit more slowly this time. Chan holds you close as you roll your hips. The slow pace lasts for a few minutes until Chan adjusts himself, so he can rock into you roughly.

There’s something about his thrusts that feel different. They’re harsh, but not in the way they were before. They’re calculated and less frantic. Regardless, each push has you edging closer to your climax.

Chan knows you’re close by the way your legs are squeezing him and moaning louder. He whispers praises in your ear that have you crying out his name a minute later. 

When he goes to pull out, you hold him tightly.

“Inside me, please,” you beg quietly.

“A-are you sure?” Chan asks. Although this isn’t the first time he hasn’t used a condom with you, he’s always pulled out. 

Nodding your head, “Yes.”

Chan adheres to your request, hips moving with newfound vigor that causes you to mewl as you begin to feel overstimulated. However, it feels so good that you feel the tightness in your stomach builds again.

“Gonna come again, baby?” Chan asks with an air of cockiness. 

“Mhm, fucking me so good, Channie,” you whine.

Chan’s hips begin to lose their force, and it doesn’t take long for him to thrust one last time. You suck in a breath when he fills you.

When Chan pulls out, his eyes are stuck looking between your legs. He gently lays you back and brings a hand to your clit. He rubs it hastily as he watches his cum spill from your spent pussy. He moans when you clench and more escapes from you.

You come for the second time with a plethora of his names. Chan smiles upon hearing them, watching your body shiver with pleasure. When you slowly ease down from your high, Chan pulls away.

“You okay?” he wonders.

“More than okay,” you smile at him.

“Let’s talk more about us tomorrow, okay?” he suggests and begins to climb off the bed. 

“Sounds good,” you mumble, watching as he leaves for the bathroom. After a moment, you hear water running. You’re teetering into dreamland when he comes back. Your eyes flutter open, not knowing they had closed earlier. He takes your hand and guides you to the restroom.

“A quick shower then we can go back to bed. Can you do this without me? I want to change the sheets,” he kindly says.

Although you wish he would stay with you, you nod and step under the warm water. It feels relaxing and immediately you sigh at the sensation.

“Okay,” he replies then presses a chaste kiss to your mouth before he leaves.

As you clean yourself, you feel as though a layer of sadness is scrubbed away. There’s still more to discuss tomorrow, but at least you know you’re one step closer to being a real couple. 

Despite your date not going the way you planned, you’re much happier with how you spent your Valentine’s. 

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[gh0ulkisser]

who's he?` hobie brown

warnings cats??, i didn't proofread so there's probably some mistakes lol, the n word is used once....twice... maybe three times, sexual tenison ig, shit talking ab white people LOL & that should be it... enjoy! also i don't know how british people talk soo he's american in this either hate it or love it. this is my first time writing after a while so feedback would be really appreciated.

based on the song "that's the way love goes" to some extent. was listening to it on repeat & got inspired.

and happy juneteenth to my fellow african americans!

★★★★★★★★★★★★

it's a beautiful monday afternoon. the blazing sun hitting my chocolate skin, the cool breeze kissing my cheeks making me feel relaxed. me and my friend grace decided to have picnic crowded park to celebrate juneteenth, something simple something cute.

"and my mom made these sandwiches for us." grace face lit up with a bright smile showing off the sandwiches that are wrapped in wax paper. "what kind of sandwiches are they?" i asked taking one from her hand.

"some vegetarian sandwich, my mom is on her healthy shit." she unwrapped the wax paper biting the sandwich immediately. "so what's going on with you? i haven't seen you in a while miss thing."

grace looks at me with engaging eyes. "nothing, i've been chilling that's all." i said lightly breaking eye contact. "nigga stop lying." grace yelled making people turn their heads to stare. "who's the boy?"

"there's no boy. i promi-" i got cut off by my phone ringing. me and grace both look at the contact name.

"hobie🫶"

"bitch who the fuck is hobie? and why did you put that emoji?" grace stares at the phone with a shocked face. "why are you assuming its a boy first of all, second of all i use the emoji for everyone i cherish."

"you don't have that emoji for me." i rolled my eyes. "it's not that big of deal i promise. he's just a friend." i grabbed my phone putting it on dnd. "bitch you fucking annoying." grace murmured.

"can you at least tell me about him? likeeee what does he look like.... how do you meet him?" grace asks. i shook my head. "nigga why not?" you can talk to me about anything else but this is where you draw the line?" i nodded taking a bite of my sandwich.

"oh my god! did you fuck him?" grace questions. my mouth open in shocked. "no i didn't fuck him! i literally just met him. grace please!" i unlocked my phone going straight to my camera roll to pull up a picture of him. "this is him." i said passing my phone to grace.

it was a picture of hobie and me at a cat café. his beautiful smile showing his pearly whites, the silver piercings making his face even more sexier and his thick stunning wicks.

★★★★★★★★★★★★

the four-legged animal purred underneath my hand as i softly pet it. "i want to adopt a cat so badly." i said breaking the silence between me and hobie. he looks at me and then the cat. "why? cats are evil."

"if cats are evil why did you agree on coming to a cat café with me?" i lifted an eyebrow looking at him. he smirks. "i needed an excuse to hang out with you." i blushed breaking eye contact.

"i don't know if this is a weird thing to say." i looked up at him admiring his face. so damn attractive...the things this man can do to me. "but white people are so fucking weird." he said snapping me out of thoughts.

silence...

we just looked at each other.

i busted out laughing scaring the poor innocent cat. "what made you say some shit like that hobie?" i asked and he just shrugged. "there was this white girl in my class that had the same last name as me." i paused to pet the cat calming it down. "and i just thought about her ancestors enslaving my people."

"is that a fucked up thing to think about?" i asked him as i played with the cat's tail. "yes." he said nonchalantly. we sat in silence but the silence was soothing and very comfortable.

the purring of the cat and the chatter of the customers filled in the silence. i felt him stare at me. making my heart start to pound against my chest. i then felt this hand start to stroke my thigh.

i looked at his hand then i looked at him.

"you good?" he asked in a mocking way. "mhmm." he smirked knowing i was in fact not good. "you wanna go to my place?" he squeezed my thigh. his cold rings leaving a mark on my thigh.

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"he's cute." grace said grinning. "yea i know." i finished eating my sandwich wiping the crumbs off my mouth. "so he's not your boyfriend?" grace gave you back your phone. you shook your head.

"we are only friends."

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black reader #hobie brown #fuckkk #hope y'all like it

[the-owl-tree]

Ok I have another question about the hero and villain warrior cats AU. Does Dove/Tiger happen here. Also how would the hero and villain costumes be designed? You can just describe it if you don't want to draw it. I really like this AU I'm tempted to make some fan art of it.

sorry this took me forever to get to

VIBRATING INTENSELY TY FOR GIVING ME OPPORTUNITIES TO YAMMER!!! Dove/Tiger does happen. Dovewing doesn't have a 'secret identity', her power and identity are openly known hence why she's on such a tight leash. She's basically a celebrity as one of the youngest heroes to enter LOUH (info on them here) and fight alongside Jay and Lion. She meets Tiger outside of costume after ditching class after being made to go to school to keep up appearances. The two hit it off, fucking around in the ravine nearby and shooting the shit. friendship to romance when they get older, probably around their early 20s that dovewing starts considering him romanticalyl. does not find out he's part of ivy's villain team until later in, drama ensues.

Costumes are super dependent on your power and your funds. Hero costumes are designed to maximize usage of your power as well as keep a public image (they go big in the. If you're with an agency, they'll order you a costume to be made custom. Beginners tend to start off basic: whatever you've got in your closet, you use. Villains tend to amass a stronger outfit more slowly as they need to find tailors who won't out them (most won't. you can make a good profit off of designing for villains and independent heroes)

for a breakdown of this in practice, here's dovewing and ivypool:

appearance vs practical. dove's is about giving the illusion of a mysterious hero, her costume misdirects her opponents into thinking she's a precog. ivypool comparatively made her own costume using pieces from her closet and cheap stuff that hawkfrost gave her. she improves her costume later on once she and her team get a nastier reputation

both do have masks but i'm still working out the designs. dovewing wears hers on missions to protect her eyes, it's a half mask as she needs to keep her voice understandable. ivy wears a full face mask, i was thinking a baseball catcher mask but i think she'd switch it to something else so they couldn't identify her too easily as a baseball player.

i'm glad you're vibing with it!! admittedly it gives me an excuse to talk about the functions of my original world and it makes me happy lol

#wc hero au #deer rambles #deer scribbles #i do not like dove's design. i need to workshop it #i know i want the hood. it's just maing the rest of the body work #pretty pleased with ivy's design tho #feels very her

[zoeykallus]

Ok, ok. First of all: I'm a big fan of your work, I can't get enough of it. Now, I have this TBB HC idea of each member -including Omega- being very protective of the reader because they see the reader as a sibling but also bc reader is dating one of their brothers. For example TECH: reader is Hunter's gf, she is buying supplies with Tech, and she gets harassed or something and Tech protects her, idk you are way better at coming up with the scenarios lol, I hope it makes sense. Have a great day♥

Thank you! Love to read that! :))

I love to read that, it's making so much sense. They are like a family so as soon as you are with one of them, you are family too in a way.

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - "You Are Part Of My Family"

Warnings: Strong Language/ Angst/Fluff

Baseline Situation:

You are in a relationship with one of the batchers. One of his brothers accompanies you to run errands. You come across an unpleasant person who is harassing you. Of course, this behavior does not go unpunished.

________________

Hunter

He's right there to step in and put himself in front of you, shielding you from harm.

Hunter growls, "You better get out of here, and fast. Or I'll make sure you disappear."

He's not joking. You are part of his family now, you are his brother's big love. He would never ever let any harm come your way, especially not on his watch!

You know Hunter is a gentle soul, but when he is determined and angry, he is downright scary. The harasser won't stay much longer to find out how far Hunter would go, his gaze is scary and piercing enough to burn holes into dura-steel.

No need to worry, he's looking out for you, always. Even if the other guy wouldn't be scared of Hunter, he is not at all afraid to fight for you.

Echo

You know he is sweet and clever and can be a real softy. But this situation makes you see a very different Echo. You see his eyes narrow, his muscles tense. He's not just stepping between you and the harasser, he's shovin him pretty hard, making him land on his ass.

"You son of a bitch better get out of here before I get really angry"

He's not shy to get into a fight over protecting you. No matter how soft and rational he usually is, this is different.

He takes it personal when someone is herassing his family. You can take a breather and relax. Echo always has your back if you need him. And don't worry, right aftter the incident, he will be your lovely, soft and caring brother in law again.

Wrecker

"Dafuq you think you're doing?", he growls.

Let's be frank. Having a guy like Wrecker talk to you like that, leaning in, intimidating, is enough to make most people run. He's generally disgusted by people who herass others, but this guy had the nerve to go for you, his familiy, right in front of his eyes. Stupid idea.

He's tense, hands closed to fists. He just want's to smack that guy around. But he doesn't want to scare you, the only reasons he holds back as long as he can.

If this idiot should be so stupid as to test Wrecker's patience, you will see a person without wings flying.

He is a protector. He has a good heart, a gentle soul. But he also thinks that you don't have to put up with everything. Sometimes you have to draw boundaries, and he's happy to do that on your behalf.

Tech

"Excuse me"

Tech reacts realtively calmly. Steps in and attracts the attention of the other person. The next moment you see the harasser fidgeting and twitching on the ground. Tech has given him a electric shock.

He electrocutes the man on the ground again, twice.

"Just to make sure the message got through," he says with a small smile in your direction.

Tech takes your hand, steps over the guy on the ground and leads you further across the market with him.

Tech doesn't flip out that quickly in theory, at least not obviously, but he also has no patience for knuckleheads like that one. He's looking out for you, of course, there's no question about that. His approach is very different from his brothers, though. But that doesn't matter, you're always safe in his company, he makes sure of that.

"You are part of my family, ad'ika."

Crosshair

Well he's not much of a talker. Crosshair won't discuss or make threats. He steps in and knocks the guy right out. Either with his fist, the handle of his blaster or rifle, or with a stun shot.

"I don't have the patience for trash like this", he grumbles and keeps walking, assuming you keep following him.

Of course you do that.

He is such an intimidating person that sometimes a simple look from him is enough to make people stop moving and hold their breath when he looks at them. When you first met him, you had a similar reaction.

Crosshair is different. He won't talk much with you, but he looks out for you and fiercly so if he has to. He may not put it into many words, but keeping you safe and sound is important to him. Relax, he won't let anything happen to you, he would never let that happen.

Omega

"How dare you!!!"

Omega is incredibly outraged and immediately intervenes.

"Hands off! Go away!"

Omega builds herself up in front of the harasser and seems more than determined to defend you. She definitely has the courage of her brothers.

She's very fiery and determined about it, and of course you're worried that it might put her in danger. But Hunter, who has naturally followed you because he wants you both to be safe, is already approaching the scene. Amused and annoyed at the same time. He will save the day if he has to.

Omega sees you as a family member and a friend. You are important to her brother. Even if she was a little jealous at first, of the attention Hunter gives you. Now she can't imagine not having you in her family.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[hybbart]

i love your art and the distinction between all the characters in shapes and colors. is there a specific reason you dont fill in the whites of pearls eyes why you draw her? it always gives her a sleepy look, which i think is neat.

That's exactly why! It started with Grian, who I gave small black beady eyes as many Grian designs have, and half the time his eyes are half-lidded to give him that mischievous/annoyed mood is is often in, and I decided not to give him whites.

When I went to design Pearl, honestly that design aspect was already in my head it was my first instinct to give her these droopy sleepy eyes that fit with her chill vibes and sleepy aesthetic, and it went well with the fluffy straight bangs. I accidentally tried it with whites one time when I forgot who I was drawing and it just did not look right at all. It makes her match Grian, too, which is nice. (She looks just a bit like both her brothers.)

(I started rambling about the rest of her design below oops)

Honestly MOST of Pearl's design was first draft instinct and it just ended up basically exactly what I wanted. The black legs/leggings and the long hip-length sweater that match Griand and Jimmy's legs/clothing lines, but in her own style. The more urban style that I thought went well with her alien base, and the sleeves that have thumb holes cause she feels like she needs to have her hands in pockets even when they aren't.

In particular there was a piece of double life 'welcome home cheaters' art where she looked exactly like a college stoner and especially with the beanie I love that vibe for her. The other aesthetic inspiration I pulled from was a picture of her (and the rest of boatem) jacked in sleeveless tops. It's probably just a muscle lady appreciator in me but she goes well with the industrial age streetbrawler/lesbian lumberjack vibe too, so even though she usually looks skinny she's also very fit and well muscled. (I put more heavy muscle on False, Stress, and Katherine, I simply cannot help myself)

I knew I wanted her to have a human design first and foremost unlike Grian and Jimmy, for reasons that I don't get to draw often- I really wanted to give her big chunky overly-detailed shoes. There's a specific style of anime girl that is quite small and wears simple urban fashion and then will emphasize these brand sneakers that look big and stompy on them, and for some reason I really liked that vibe for her with hold long and skinny she is. (problem is I don't draw her feet very often lol)

I also made her tall because, well, Pearl is tall, irl and fanon, and I'll take any excuse to make a lady tower over literally everyone else. The only person whose (base design) is taller than her is Mumbo. (And sometimes Lizzie, because I decided Lizzie can be whatever height she vibes with in the individual picture)

#ask #notes

[alitgblog]

speculating what the s8 islanders will look like as an excuse to draw lol idk why im not going in order here's the sports physiologist

ok so obviously my art style is a bit simpler than the game's and I didn't take a ton of time to render it but I think the elements are there and here's my reasoning (warning this is long lol)

the disclaimer is I read the application once and then started drawing so I think in my head I got it confused and thought this was gonna be the Bobby/Rafael cutesy fun guy of the season and rereading it now I realize I am wrong, but I still stand by certain choices.

Sports physio/cycling thing was a big thing for this. I think he shouldn't have very defined abs but the game will draw him like that. Cyclers tend to have skinnier torsos but bigger thighs/legs and I didn't draw the legs bc I'm lazy but know that in my head, he's got thick thighs. I didn't draw him with like a huge chest or arms also because of that, but because it's still LITG, he does have some definition on his arms, just not a lot. I really think I could see this guy working in sports physio.

And because he takes care of people for a living and is the "big romantic," I think he needs to look very charming, to a point where he's almost disarming. (This is where I got it in my head that he's the Bobby/Raf of the group bc lover boy vibes. Personality wise he feels like Rohan imo who is similar). Therefore I drew a lot of his features as very soft (softer jawline, fleshier nose) but also just big round eyes to draw you in. I looked at Tyrique from love island season 10 for a bit of inspo because I think he's got such a pretty face but still is pretty masculine, and he has big round eyes so that's why I did that.

I also decided on curly hair, in part because of my confusion with Bobby/Rafael, but also I think it adds to the charm because it's clearly styled but tries to look effortless. I used a younger picture of Dev Patel for it. That's also why he has a little bit of facial hair to help age him up but also works with the aesthetic I was going for. The piercings are fully a self indulgent add-in, I just it's attractive.

Ok so this is where it gets confusing because I did intially draw some sharper features on him and had a different color palette for his skin and hair. I was imagining him as "spicy white" just because Bobby and Raf are mixed so they would change it up just slightly for this guy. I think nothing that's too contrasting to make him look brooding like Joyo. So initially this was definitively a tanned white guy with curly reddish brown hair, some facial hair, and a defined nose, and then I was like this is really close to Rocco. So I changed some features and some colors and here we are now at ethnically ambiguous? I'm not gonna think too hard about the ethnicity of this character because this is fake and it's fusebox's problem when they release the real character.

Looking back, if I redrew the character, I'd go for full or half South Asian just because I did use dev patel as a hair reference. But also maybe just hopeful because aside from Angie, the other South Asian rep in recent memory I can think of is Marshall (messy), Ozzy (messier), and Suresh (messiest), so I just think we should get a cute one. (also Priya, Rohan, and Arjun who aren't nearly as bad but only one of those is a LI and they're sort of dead right now so)

anyway overall the process of drawing him was kind of a mess because I had confused some things in my head and like I said, was accidentally drawing Rocco (underrated design btw) but this was the first one I did and I don't think I'm right, this is just a fun little activity for me and he's the first one I drew so I wasn't very sure about a lot of things.

so if you read this far congrats for getting though my ramblings. The next ones I'm doing aren't nearly as complicated 😂😂

#mixed feelings about my prediction here but it's fine #im wary about tagging this for s8 bc its not canon its just speculation buuuuuut #litg s8 #speculation #litg #firefighter next and by firefighter i mean gary/alex fusion

[greenxgloss]

Honey To The Bee

Clyde (Electrik children)

Y/N and Clyde have feelings for each other but y/n is unsure if he’s being genuine in his confession

A/N: i haven’t written and posted in a really long time so excuse any mistakes or inconsistencies i’m way too tired to proofread i just wanted to get this out lol just an idea i had idk. sorry for being MIA and like popping in and out of tumblr so much i honestly thought i’d given up on writing lol also though i’ve been on here a while i still don’t know how to write the warnings and stuff so please bare with me

warnings?: Fem reader, mostly fluff, clyde being very slightly pervy yeah i didn’t feel the need to add smut today lol

“what’s going on between you two?” johnny asked clyde as he closed the door behind their closest friend. he blushed trying to keep a straight face. “man nothing it’s never like that with her.” he lied. he sort of has a massive crush on you and it had increased ever since you’d met.

“you act like we’re not bestfriends and roommates.” johnny said glancing over at him for a moment waiting for clyde to fill him in on something that clearly happened. but clyde just sighed, rolled his eyes and retreated to the bathroom to wash his face to cool himself down.

y/n was a block away in her car, equally as red as clyde but she has no one around to ask questions so she quickly slowed her heartbeat. he probably wasn’t even being serious she thought as she drove. he was probably playing a joke like usual. either way she wasn’t gonna let it bother her so she headed in to work.

y/n worked at a tattoo shop, designing tattoos. she loved watching the modded people walk in covered in silver, colors and ink. they were everything she wanted to be but she was too scared of doing too much and going overboard. clyde, johnny and snow always said it would suit her. they maybe didn’t say it so appropriately but that was the idea.

tonight johnnys band had a show and clyde was supposed to be going on stage to escalate the mood. he wanted y/n to do his makeup so she sat in her office looking through pinterest for inspiration after drawing up her last tattoo. “hey you busy tonight?” asked her coworker from the door. “yeah i got a gig.” she replied. “how late you gonna be out? i need you to pick something up for me.” he asked. y/n thought it over before just agreeing.

clyde was excited for the show. he’d been on stage with the band before but he wanted it to be more of a permanent position since he had to attend all their gigs because he’s their driver. y/n always felt her knees go weak when she watched him on stage. to her he looked so free and so happy and his happiness always made her happy. but he also looked really fucking hot. that’s when her feelings for him started. the first time she saw him on stage.

as she picked up her makeup bag and headed to clyde’s van outside the venue she began sweating. clyde had confessed feelings for her and though she had feelings for him too she was worried that maybe he was joking. that snow or lola told him and he was playing a trick on her. so before she was in view of the van she called snow.

“so.. clyde told me he likes me. but it didn’t feel genuine. and listen i won’t be mad but did you or lola tell him i have feelings for him?” she asked the moment the ringing stopped. “what no?! he actually told us he likes you and asked how he could ask you out.” she laughed. y/n turned red. “clyde’s a great guy so i think you should go for it. you trusting us with telling us you like him is a big deal to us we wouldnt betray that.” she informed y/n and she felt relief wash over her.

once they hung up y/n proceeded to the van. "hey you're almost late." clyde said as he opened the van. "yeah sorry i was on the phone with snow." she laughed. "do you wanna talk about earlier?" he asked. y/n stayed silent and set up her makeup. "maybe not yet." she still had to think about how it would affect the friend group. he nodded and sat back. she sat next to him and began the clown makeup she'd thought up before playing billie piper on her phone. "whats this music?" he asked quietly trying to hold still for her. "i actually dont know i found out billie pipers a musician and ive had a recent interest in 2000s pop." she said, applying the white foundation. he hummed in response.

"wouldnt this be easier?" he asked as he pulled her on his lap. she blushed, getting comfortable. "just not so much movement i assume." she joked but it made him blush. they stayed quiet for a moment while she focused but all she could think about was his hands inching down her back.

“woah watch it.” she said, pulling his hands up and he giggled and lightly gripped her making he jump slightly. she willed herself to continue his makeup when they made eye contact and she leaned in to kiss him. it was the sweetest kiss she’d ever had. though the position they were in was very compromising it felt gentle and warm dare i say wholesome?!

they pulled away and sat it a comfortable silence before giggling. “we’ll at least now i know for sure you weren’t joking earlier.” she looked away sheepishly trying to hide her fluster. “i have no idea how you thought i was messing with you. have i not been obvious?” he said, turning her head to look at him. she shrugged, thinking back to all the moment when he laid his hand on her lower back to guide her or got her a meaningful gift that only the two of them would understand or how johnny described to her the excitement clyde would suddenly have when he knew she was coming over.

“there was just so much overwhelming me. i didn’t want to put our friendship at risk.. ours or with the group.” she said sitting back up and looking at him. “well i definitely risked your makeup i have to start over.” she laughed wiping the black lipstick off his chin. “i’m definitely not mad at it. i like this type of alone time.” he let his hands rest on her thighs.

she grabbed a wet wipe and took the mess off of him, wiping gently to not irritate his skin. she’s done his makeup so many times before, sitting on his lap but it’s never felt the way it does now.

——

LAST A/N: sorry if this was short i usually make these so long that i just lose interest and never finish them so this is the best i can do right now. i’m still organizing my tumblr even after what like 3 years of being on here? welcome to all the new followers i do intend on continuing posting at least for a while lol i really enjoy interacting with anyone and i will take constructive criticism ofc :)

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[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Lingering Touch Pt. II - Gwynriel One-Shot (Kinktober)

Here it is! Like I said before - if you don’t like the thought of Gwyn having this kind of sexual encounter or just the sex in generell, skip. :) 

A little part of this is also heavily inspired by the one post of ‘Azriel is the person to stop in the middle of sex to tell you he loves you, before continuing to fuck you mercilessly.’ 

Warnings: literally everything lol - swearing; rough sex, Sir kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetration, degradation, cum play, slight anal play, orgasm denial

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Gwyn had an ace up her sleeve and she planned on taking full advantage of it as soon as the possibility presented itself.

Not everyday it happened that spymaster Azriel was unaware of something. Her mate just knows everything, curtesy of his brilliant listening and observation skills. If Gwyn had mentioned she had a weakness for chocolate brownie desserts while talking to Nesta weeks ago, Azriel was the one to whip out said dessert randomly on the next date night. If Gwyn just used the word ‘like’ and ‘tea’ in the same sentence, Azriel went out of his way to fly every possible flavor of tea into the House of Wind. When he heard of her fascination with Pegasie, he bashfully presented her with a stuffed animal Pegasus the next day. To keep her company, he said, when he wasn’t around. And if she ever felt the need to be with another winged male during the night, he was exclusively willing to share her with the Pegasus.

Gwyn noticed that pattern with equal amounts of delight and shock. Birthday and Christmas presents with this male were probably always a hit.

Still, as Gwyn peered into her underwear drawer, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of triumph going through her body. Among the plain white and gray underwear she had worn all her life, lay the most beautiful and delicate set of black lingerie she owned. Well, she only owned one, but it would still be her favorite even if she had a whole store at her disposal.

She smirked at the memory of wearing it for Az for the first time. How she had melted into a puddle under his touch and his gaze, only to be brought back into her body for earth-shattering releases. Then the cycle began anew.

A few weeks had passed since that blissful night, but that didn’t mean the set had served its purpose and was forgotten. No, Gwyn’s new favorite game was wearing it underneath her sweaters or robes, only to ‘accidentally’ flash him with a strap of the lacy bra, or the waistband of the shorts. She mentally counted the seconds it took him to notice, the time it took for his eyes to darken, and finally to find an excuse to leave the room with her.

He’d never been slower than a minute.

But buried underneath all that, save and sound from prying eyes and nosy shadows, lay Gwyn’s most well-kept secret.

It was a shade of dark green with golden beads and just as lacy and gorgeous as its darker sister.

Azriel had of course noticed her excitement and nerves the day she and Nesta ventured out to the lingerie store, and he had noticed her giddiness the night she wore the black set for him. But as far as he was concerned, that was that. He would never guess she had bought a second one.

Gwyn bumped the drawer close with her hips, resuming her morning routine while humming a prayer song under her breath quietly.

She didn’t just want to randomly wear the set for him one day. The lace was so gorgeous it practically screamed for a big entrance and some drama. Or some teasing, at the very least. Azriel’s façade slowly crumbling and his face lighting up with emotion because of her was a sight to behold. And the way he was in bed after being teased would be so worth the sore bits the next day.

Gwyn made her way up the stairs for training. The group of Valkyries and Valkyries in training has never been bigger, which made for two very busy, distracted instructors and plenty of time to whisper about Gwyn’s plan to Nesta and Emerie.

The three females smoothly went through their warm-up, not yet wanting to draw attention to themselves, even though they’d usually talk quite a bit during training. When they fell into their stretches, one next to the other, Gwyn couldn’t hold it in any longer and asked her best friends for suggestions.

Nesta was first to give her input on the matter. “You know, I could picture you lying on the bed, with whipped cream or some sort of gooey liquid already on your skin when Azriel walks in.”

She actually looked like she just shared the secret to the universe. Gwyn couldn’t help but laugh. Emerie next to her tired her best to look like she contemplated the idea seriously.

“But Nes, wouldn’t that be better if she was already naked? Kind of defeats the purpose of the lingerie.”, Emerie for the win.

Gwyn nodded along. “Also, it would probably get all dirty and sticky.”

Nesta let out a scoff, changing positions as she went, “Fine, ignore my expertise on the matter, see where it gets you.”

“Emerie, you?”

She went quiet for a second. “Maybe you can try something the main character did in the last book we read? Deedee sat on the table in the dining room, a robe draped around her, but not enough to cover her body, candles all across the room. You know how candle light matches really well with your hair color.”

“As if that table hasn’t seen enough in its lifetime already.”, Nesta muttered under her breath, making her friends snicker in response. If Nes was prone to one thing, it was sharing – or rather, over-sharing – her bedroom adventures. But that made her all the more approachable in topics like this.

“That would look pretty I reckon, but the dining room is a public space, and I’d hate for Cassian or Nesta to be the first ones to see me spread on a table.”, Gwyn chimed in, “Azriel would loose it if he’d find out. And he probably will.”

The girls fell into a contemplative silence, each raking through their list of sexual fantasies.

They ended up not having any time at all after their warm-up to reconsider the question.

Azriel and Cassian were brutal this morning, urging them to run faster, hold their positions longer, lift heavier. All while the punishments they dealt out for minor transgressions, like talking or laughing, were growing more brutal by the minute. After Gwyn tried to reinitiate the topic of lingerie with Emerie, Cassian forced her to run up and down the stairs to the house proper five times. By the time she reached the landing of the training ring again, she wanted to cut off her legs. It would have hurt way less than what she dealt with now.

Both Illyrians felt off. They didn’t even bicker playfully with their trainees or with each other like they used to. Even around Azriel’s indifferent face, small lines of concentration and stress formed.

Gwyn lightly tugged on the golden thread that connected their two hearts and souls together at one point, and she got an affectionate tug back, but Azriel barely had time to kiss her after training before taking off towards Rhys. Something urgent and highly stressful was going on, and Gwyn sincerely hoped that her beloved won’t throw himself into a massive pile of work, or worse, in a potentially dangerous situation.

Gwyn went through the routine steps of her work in the library that day, trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not reach out to Az. If he had a lot going on already, she didn’t want to add to his worries by being extra clingy. She spent the whole of her work hours sorting through potential research, prove reading a dozen chapters for Merrill and writing up some summaries and arguments. By the time the clock chimed six, she was exhausted, her mind completely drained of focus. But that’s when she felt the most productive.

After a solitary dinner and an hour of reading, she should have been ready for bed. Her muscles started to complain from being worked overtime this morning, her head was buzzing with thoughts and exhaustion in equal measure. Gwyn knew she was in for a long night, tossing and turning in bed before, eventually, either of them would shut off.

With a sigh, she turned the page to another chapter – might as well have some fun while passing the time – when the door to the study opened and a disheveled looking Azriel strode in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her in front of the fireplace, his hand frozen in its motion of running through his hair.

“Gwyn.”

“Az.”

His name on her lips released him from his stupor and he graced her with a soft kiss to her lips and forehead, his hand lifting her chin up towards him. “Aren’t you exhausted, love? Can’t sleep?”

Of course, he would be concerned about her when he looked like he had been awake for 48 hours straight.

Azriel knelt before her, a scarred hand caressing her arm, worry in his eyes. Still, Gwyn thought that he had a dangerous air about him, something buzzing under his skin with violence and persistence. He wore anger on him like an extra layer of armor, which was normal for the everyday spymaster Azriel, but not for the after-work Azriel.

Gwyn marked and laid down her book, leaning forward and cupping Azriel’s face in both of her palms. He immediately relaxed into the touch, their mating bond humming with comfort. “I feel like I should ask you the same thing.”

Azriel puffed out some air in answer. “It’s been a lot these past few days. I had to work in some new spies to deal with the Autumn court drama, helped Cass to dissolve a conflict with a war band, and I should be going through some paperwork for Feyre. The earlier she gets it, the better.”

“Tonight?”, Gwyn sincerely hoped that he would just go to bed, but the rueful look in his eyes told her another story. His features looked like they were sculpted of stone.

“Yeah, just for a couple of hours.”

When she opened her mouth to argue, he silenced her effectively with a kiss. “I’m sorry, my love. I promise I’ll make this up to you. Just not this week.”

He rose, making his way to the desk in the center of the room and began sorting through the stack of documents on the otherwise neat surface.

Gwyn stood too, not wanting to disturb him, and passed the desk on her way to the door. She let her hand trail a soft path up his neck when she neared him.

They usually touched throughout the day, to assure the other of their love, even more so when they were alone. But this time, Azriel reacted like she’d emptied out a bucket of ice-cold water on him. He spun around on his chair, encompassing her hand with his to stop it from moving, and threw her a stare that was meant to frighten before he schooled his features back to impassiveness. But she’d seen it, the second of pure annoyance.

She also saw that he regretted it immensely, already pleading with his eyes and probably soon with his lips for her forgiveness. But Gwyn backed away, mumbling a soft ‘sorry’ under her breath before quickly seeking refuge in their bedroom.

Gwyn wasn’t afraid of her mate. He had his moments of fury, and he carried a lot of pent-up frustration with him. So much that even the High Lord feared Azriel, or so she heard Cassian say. She also knew that the best way to help him out of this was to either leave him alone for the next days, or to distract him so completely he forgets his stressors.

Leaving him alone was a safe option, one that his brothers usually went with. But what did he have a mate for if she took the easy way out too?

And suddenly, the when and where to reveal her little secret was quite obvious.

***

Gwyn felt a bit like a lamb on its way to the slaughterhouse. Or like a virgin, ready to be sacrificed on the alter. Her steps didn’t falter though.

Bare feet padded softly through the house, the fabric of the opened robe she wore trailing behind her like a veil. She knew a teased Azriel fucked mean. She knew a stressed Azriel fucked hard. She was about to find out what both of these emotions combined would do for him. And for her.

Her nipples pebbled in anticipation.

The air of the dark hallway was cold, and Gwyn resisted the urge to close the silk robe around her. When she opened the door to the study, she wanted him to see her emerald lingerie immediately. And hopefully, he would understand her offer.

Taking a deep breath, holding it at the top for a count of five, and then releasing it forcefully with a whoosh, she opened the door.

She was his mate. Whatever he wanted to throw at her, she could take. And she would throw it back.

The second she stepped over the threshold, Azriel’s eyes met her. He looked thunderstruck, staring her down, the only movement that betrayed him were his flexing hands.

“I thought that if I can’t help you with your tasks, I could at least try to help you manage your stress.”, Gwyn took some steps forward until she stood before his desk. Waiting for him to decide how much of the darker parts of his mind he wanted to share with her. And if he wanted the distraction at all.

After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke, so quietly even her fae hearing barely picked it up.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Gwyn nodded her affirmation.

Azriel scoffed, “You know that won’t do.”

“I want it. I want you.”

His beautiful hazel eyes looked nearly black. His features still as unfathomable as stone. On every other male, this would have frightened her. But not on Azriel. Whatever he would throw at her, she’d take. This feeling of certainty she let surge through the bond in addition. And then, Azriel rose from his chair.

***

“Take off the robe.”

She let it slide over her shoulders and threw it in the direction of the closed door.

“Tie up your hair.”

She gathered her hair into a secure ponytail. Even though she knew that after two minutes of Azriel on her, it would be loose again.

Azriel had rounded the desk as he spoke and now cornered her in, so the backs of her thighs were pressed against the wood.

Her mate lazily took her in. She probably reeked of arousal at this point, but she knew better than to scold him for taking too long. His hand wandered up her stomach, played a little with the golden bead between her breasts, before enclosing her throat. Hard. The pressure made Gwyn choke on her breath, but the puff of air was caught between Azriel’s lips as he pressed his mouth onto hers in a bruising kiss.

There was nothing gentle or reassuring about this. Only a way of asserting dominance and control. His tongue forced its way past her lips at the same time his whole body pressed against her.

Gwyn couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the moan he elicited from her. Azriel smirked against her mouth, biting down harsh on her bottom lip.

“Are you this needy? Moaning like a little slut when I have done nothing more than kiss you?”

He changed his grasp around her throat, inching his hand higher, right underneath her chin. Then, he attacked the defenseless panes of skin underneath with his mouth.

Other than the bruises he usually left on her, the ones he soothed with a lick of his tongue the moment they stung too much, these kisses and love bites were meant to hurt. Gwyn was certain she’d look like a canvas after this was over, painted with his anger and her blood. He sucked hard on the meeting point of her neck and shoulders, twisting and turning her head at his fancy.

Then, he let go suddenly, and Gwyn almost collapsed from the lack of strength that held her up.

“Turn.”

And she turned, supporting her hands on the desk now before her. But Azriel had other plans. With both of his hands, he yanked Gwyn’s arms away from underneath her and behind her back, letting her torso collapse into on the shiny surface. Only her considerable ab strength had prevented her from smashing her nose.

“Did I fucking say anything about using your hands?”

One of his hands gripped both of hers on her back, his other twisted around her ponytail and pulled. Pulled agonizingly until her head and upper body were lifted again.

“Did I, hm?”, his breath tickled her ear.

Despite the uncomfortable position her body was in, Gwyn managed to answer, “No, Sir.”

He pulled her hair harder, the roots straining against his force. “Then why did you do it?” His voice was lethally quiet. Too calm for the storm he had conjured in and around her.

“I thought you-“, she started breathlessly, but he didn’t even give her a chance to explain her perfectly normal reaction.

“Ohh, my little angel thought.”, he mocked her, drawling the pet name that was usually used affectionately until it sounded condescending. “Don’t worry your pretty little head with thoughts. You know I know better, don’t you?”

“I do, Sir.”

“You are nothing more than a pretty body for me to use, little slut. You’d do good to remember that.” He released his hold of her ponytail, her scalp throbbing in relief, and pushed her back on the desk.

Gwyn’s breathing grew rapidly. And she didn’t want to think about the flutter in her stomach whenever he called her a slut. All she wanted now was release. A release of the tension and pulsing that started in her clit the second he gave her his first order.

She could hear how he opened his trousers, one of his hands still firmly clasped around both of her wrists. He hooked his finger in the lace of her panties and pulled it aside, careful not to touch her in the process. Gwyn nearly whined when the cold study air hit her most sensitive part, now completely bare to him and his cruelty.

He didn’t do anything for a long time. Gwyn could only make out the faint nose of him stroking himself, doubtlessly admiring her wetness. It made Gwyn feel all the more vulnerable, and all the more hot, to be draped on this desk for his viewing pleasure.

His finger touched her entrance once, and only very lightly, before he sheathed himself into her completely and without preparation. Both him and her groaned in pleasure, tears springing in Gwyn’s eyes as he started to pound into her mercilessly.

Skin slapped on skin, and if it weren’t for the heavy weight of his desk, Azriel’s thrusts would have sent Gwyn sliding. She used every muscle in her body to hold back, to let him use her as he saw fit.

This wasn’t meat to bring both of them their releases, this was meant only for him to cum.

“Sir – please.”, Gwyn whimpered into the desk, unsure if he even heard her over their breaths and his groans of pleasure.

But he did. And he laughed at her, continuing with his brutal pace and force like it was nothing. “If you want to cum, make yourself cum. I’m not your fucking servant.”

Gwyn didn’t think he could fuck her any harder, but apparently, he had been holding back. He was attacking her relentlessly, hitting a spot so deep inside her she thought she might feel him in her throat soon.

She tried to wiggle one of her hands out of his grasp, but it was to no avail. She had no possibility of making herself fall over the edge, even though she had his permission. Her neglected clit screamed at her to find some sort of friction, knowing she most likely wouldn’t climax if it wasn’t paid attention to.

After a few more thrusts, Azriel groaned and released his seed inside of her. His body collapsed onto hers, his weight almost crushing her arms and hands. He stayed there for just a second, breathing heavily. Gwyn could feel him inside of her, twitching and spurting ropes and ropes of hot cum against her walls before he relaxed.

With a languid movement he pulled out, some of his cum following him and dripping down Gwyn’s thighs. Some also flowed forward, along her slit, and she could have wept with pleasure when a drop stilled right on her clit before dropping to the desk.

“Fuck.”, Azriel released her arms, but she knew better than to move. Grabbing onto her waist, he manhandled her to turn around again, sitting her on his desk. One look to his face and Gwyn knew this was far from over. But she also noted how his features lost some of their harshness, replaced by lust. His finger scooped up the trail of cum that had dripped down her leg, lifting it to her mouth.

“You’ve made such a mess of yourself, angel. It’s time to clean it up.”, was his simple demand. Gwyn parted her lips and sucked his finger clean, swirling her tongue around it because she knew how much he liked it. His cock twitched back to life in response. A tang of salt and Azriel filled her mouth and she nearly whined when he pulled back his finger, only to scoop up more of his cum and push it back into her mouth. After three more scoops, he took a step back, his eyes raking over her form. She undoubtedly looked like she was at the brick of passing out, only her need for release keeping her upright.

Azriel smirked. It was a cruel smirk that meant absolutely no good for Gwyn, but nevertheless she basked in the attention he was giving her.

“Loose the underwear. And then sit on the desk, facing the chair.”

Gwyn did as she was told, now completely bare to him, and sat back down on the desk. Azriel took a seat in front of her, his demeanor completely relaxed, which made Gwyn seethe with bitterness. She’d be a hell of a lot more relaxed too if he would have made her cum.

Sensing her anger, he smiled at her again, “Something wrong, my angel?”

Gwyn gulped back her retort, and instead settled for a “No, Sir.”.

“Really?”, Azriel sat back in his chair, observing her with his cunning eyes, “I thought you’d be desperate to be touched by now. That your body is shaking with need. But apparently, you’re stronger than you look. – Lay down.”

Gwyn eased herself onto the desk, feeling some papers and a pen digging into her skin. Her legs still dangled off the edge.

“Spread your legs.”, he demanded, and the order burned through her like fire. She slowly parted her legs, again baring her pussy for him. “Wider.” She opened herself even more, the rest of his cum forming delicate strings from one thigh to the other. She felt him take her feet and place them on the armrests of his chair. He must be about face to face with her sex now and Gwyn silently begged him to do something with this proximity.

And he did. Gwyn released a sound that was a mixture of breath, moan and shriek when his tongue finally licked up her slit. She was thankful her legs rested on the chair as they started to shake uncontrollably. Azriel noticed, of course, and laughed quietly before licking another broad, soft stripe from her entrance to her clit.

“Az, please.”, she didn’t really know what she was begging him for, maybe to go harder, or for taking her again. She definitely didn’t have stopping in mind. But her mate reclined back in his chair, the momentary release completely forgotten. She felt the first tears escape her eyes with the loss.

“Oh, my angel.”, he said quietly, “You just had to mess it up, didn’t you?”

He stood between her legs, pulling his rock-hard cock out again before plunging into her without any warning. He was very careful not to lean forward too much, Mother forbid he’d accidentally scrape her clit.

Gwyn keened at the sensation of being filled again, but the only effect it had was to put even more pressure on her clit, without actually making her find release. It would take only one touch, she knew, and she’d be cumming around his cock with abandon. But her beautiful, lovable mate completely ignored it. Tears flowed freely over her cheeks now, her vision blurry, mind hazy.

“Why are you crying, angel?”, he smirked down at her, the lilt of his voice so soothing. So completely at odds with the way his cock rammed into her. Gwyn only managed a mumble of noises in answer. “You’ve brought this onto yourself. You better take it now.”

But she guessed he did take mercy on her. He did understand the pain she was in.

His finger graciously, thankfully, found her clit and pressed down, rubbing tiny little circles and she was finished. Her chest arched into Azriel, who pressed down on her at the exact same time, her inner muscles convulsed and tightened. Her scream was probably heard in the depths of the library below, but she didn’t care. Feeling the second spurt of cum Azriel released into her, she came undone herself.

Breathing heavily, Gwyn lay on the desk, eyes tightly shut against the world with only the feeling of bliss spreading from her sex up her spine. Her mate had pulled out already, and she faintly heard him shedding himself of his leathers. Then, she was picked up off the hard surface and carried, towards someplace warm and comfortable.

“Gwyn?”, the whisper felt close to her ear, and more gentle than anything he had said to her the whole day. “Do you want to tell me something?”

The prompt referred to her safe word, she knew. She loved him for asking, the mating bond shining with gold in her chest. But it hadn’t even crossed her mind throughout the whole pleasurable torture he put her through.

“No, Sir, all good.”, she finally replied, having difficulty enunciating the words properly.

Next thing she knew, she was laid down on the carpet right next to the merry fireplace. The warmth seeped through her aching muscles and dried her tears. Her head was lifted gently, a pillow placed under it for comfort.

When Gwyn finally gathered enough strength to open her eyes again, she immediately drowned in green and brown. Azriel hovered over her, almost nose to nose, his wings spread protectively around them.

“I feel like my little angel deserves a reward for being so good tonight.”

Gwyn smiled lightly, “I think she’d like that very much.”

Her mate mirrored her expression before kissing her lips so delicately it made her head spin. Only Azriel could go from one hundred to zero so fast it gave you whiplash. Maybe he even felt bad for her, which can only lead to good things in the future.

Azriel kissed and caressed his way down her body, paying special attention to her nipples and the sensitive underside of her boobs, before landing between her legs again. The sight of him wedged between her legs with his tattooed shoulders contrasting so nicely against her fair skin never failed to amaze her.

But her head fell back in bliss at the touch of his tongue on her clit, robbing her of her view. The open-mouthed kisses he placed on her pussy relaxed her as much as they spiked her passion anew. He was so gentle, not putting too much pressure, but enough where she needed it. The combined fluids of his and her release trickled lightly out of her opening, but he lapped those up as well. When his tongue slid into her, she moaned quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment. He thrusted the hot muscle in and out of her, caressing all the good spots on her inner walls as his finger sneakily found her clit yet again.

After what felt like too little time, he raised himself up, taking Gwyn’s legs and pushing them into her body. “Hold onto them for me.”

When she didn’t react immediately, he placed her hands behind her knees himself. Then, he lowered his head again and feasted.

No inch was spared. His tongue touched everywhere. Languid, lazy strokes went from her puckered hole up to her pussy entrance up to her clit, finishing off with a little flick to it that had Gwyn twitching in response. Azriel licked her so thoroughly and patiently, she didn’t even feel the climax sneaking up on her until it was too late. With a hoarse cry, she came right on his face and fingers, and somehow, this one felt even better than the first. Azriel moaned into her when he noticed, eagerly licking up any liquids she released.

“I bet you have one more in you, angel.”

Gwyn was reduced to speechlessness, which is why she just nodded her head, wanting to stay in her little world of bliss.

To give her at least some sort of a break in-between his assaults on her, he slowly kissed his way back up her body, taking his time to massage and sooth the places he attacked with his teeth only an hour ago.

Gwyn’s legs instinctively wrapped around his hips the second his head was level with hers again, pulling him closer and rubbing his erection against her thigh. Azriel just smiled into her neck, licking and kissing his way up to her chin and finally, landing on her mouth again.

Being bent over a desk and railed thoroughly was a pleasant thing, but simply making out with Azriel did something to her heart. He was always so mindful of her preferences; he knew when to slip his tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss and when to change to light pecks to the corners of her lips.

After a while of losing themselves in the other, Azriel lifted Gwyn up with a hand under her back, so she was effectively sitting on his lap, legs still enclosing his hips. Azriel stayed seated too, probably not wanting to put any more distance between them. And then he slipped into her and started thrusting upwards.

Gwyn was completely overstimulated at this point. Every thrust and touch to her inner muscles felt like heaven and hell all in one. But she began moving on him as well, always wanting to feel him deeper. Azriel’s arms wrapped so tightly around her back and waist she was sure she was going to melt into him at some point, to never be separated again.

Their lips found each other again, drawn to each other like the sea to the shore.

Azriel broke the kiss just for a second, murmuring against her lips, “I love you, angel. Please don’t ever forget that.”

While still processing these words, she was flipped onto the carpet once more, completely enclosed by Azriel, his muscles, his wings, his tattoos, his scent.

And then he was pounding into her again.

Gwyn wasn’t quite sure if she actually screamed out her pleasure, or if it stayed internally. Her hands were trapped over her head by her mate, legs never leaving their happy place wrapped around his hips. He plunged himself into her with abandon, his pelvis stimulating her clit every time he was buried deep. Within seconds, she felt herself tumbling over the edge, Azriel following her only a heartbeat later.

After their breathing went back to normal and their minds fought themselves out of the fogginess of their bliss, Azriel rested his head on her chest. His wings and shadows wrapped themselves around both of their bodies completely, obscuring them to the world.

“Did I even tell you how perfect you looked in that set, or did I keep the thought in my head?”, he whispered against her skin, his warm breath tickling her chest. Gwyn chuckled, delighted that he wasn’t too far gone to notice it.

“All in your head. As most things are, Shadowsinger.”, she whispered back, her hand finding his hair and running through it soothingly.

“I don’t even know which one I like better.”, he raised his head and body off her to peck her lips, “I might need a side-by-side comparison to decide that one of these days.”

#gwynriel #gwynriel smut #Azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #acotar smut #acotar

[devourable]

hi it’s the hoizer anon again!! (i’m the one who said abe was like “eat your young” by hoizer if you forgot haha)

i can’t believe i forgot the other song abe reminds me of. “take me to church” by hoizer is SO abe. your writing for abe in general reminds me of take me to church honestly!! those darker more dangerously holy songs perfectly fit the vibe of your writings for him. (sorry if that last sentence is worded weirdly i had such a hard time finding the correct way to explain it)

also totally unrelated but i’m absolutely fascinated by abe and his guilt. the way he warps things so that in his mind it can be okay and that he’s not sinning is so intriguing. i want to give him a big hug and study him. he’s also just absolutely adorable !!! i feel like he’d follow you around like a puppy with those big ol puppy dog eyes.

speaking of those cute eyes… i’d LOVE to see him cry from pleasure. love to see those cute eyes swell up with tears. i wonder how he’d react if i just spoiled him and showered him in praise while being so so rough. maybe he’d get all embarrassed and red and then he’d cry from the pleasure and it would be so cute!! i already said i want to ruin him but i really really wanna corrupt this silly guy.

(also sorry i tend to ramble a lot and switch topics easily. sorry for this big ol mess of my thoughts haha)

hello again!! dw i didnt forget (i remember like. all of my anons LOL). i’m so glad you get that from abe 😭🫶🫶🫶 honestly a lot of hozier songs could fit him but take me to church is definitely an obvious one

part of his character stems from me as someone who’s struggled w some religious guilt growing up, but it’s also inspired by how a lot of people will do genuinely awful things and excuse it with their religion, either by deciding that theyre a good person no matter what they do purely because they’re religious or deciding that it’s fine to do bad things so long as you pray for forgiveness after. abe knows that (objectively) he isn’t nearly as bad as those people so technically, he can actually pray his sins away. right? he’s definitely just an oversized puppy

✨ that being said ✨, him being a big puppy definitely makes him weak for any sort of praise. he so desperately needs to be good for you 😫 he is 1000% a crier and i 10000% plan to draw it (and by plan to i mean i already started on it lol). i just have to figure out how to get it on tumblr w/o getting my post flagged because every attempt to post nsfw art so far has been a total bust 💔

#inbox | anons #⛪️ abraham atkins #yandere x reader #yandere boy #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere oc

[dragonmuse]

Could we get Izzy’s perspective at the passport office when he ran into Pru? I also wonder if he would bring Lucius’ drawing to their coffee meeting? I’m loving the “and be prudent” tag!!

(@objective-j also requested more of Pru and Izzy meeting, so here is more of that from Izzy's POV. and lol I don't usually give the more minor OCs tags, but that one felt right! Also Pru seems well liked so she may crop up from time to time.)

“No fucking way,” Lucius voice echoed around the car. “For a big city, this place can be small as hell. Are you okay?” 

“I don’t know,” Izzy admitted. He hadn’t actually pulled out of his parking space. He didn’t actually have anywhere to go, a lie told to let him escape. “Sort of. I mean I barely knew her. She was a kid.” 

“Why don’t you come over, huh? I’ll make you a drink while I do prep.” 

“Yeah, yeah all right.”  

The back door was closed, but unlocked when he arrived and slipped inside. The Swede was sweeping and singing along to ‘Dancing Queen’, occasionally swirling the broom around. Eddy was laying down on the stage pointing up at some of the lighting while Jim stood over them. When Izzy entered, they gave him a lazy finger wave. 

“Hey, boss.” 

“Iz!” Eddy cried out from the floor. “What are you doing here?” 

“Stealing your liquor.” 

“Don’t tell Stede, he gets prickly about that.” 

“Why the fuck would I tell him?” Izzy rolled his eyes. “Are you stuck down there?” 

“Nope, trying to figure out which bulb is flickering. It’s not doing it regularly, so if I stay down here I might catch it and we can replace it before show time.” 

“You’ll get spots in your vision.” 

“Probably!” 

Izzy decided against continued argument. Jim could handle it. Or just sit there and wait for their ‘I told you so moment’. Both seemed equally satisfying. He took his usual seat at the bar and didn’t have to wait long for Lucius to emerge from storage brandishing vodka bottles in both hands. 

“Goblin!” he set the bottles down on the bar and came over to give him an acessing look. “Figured out how you’re feeling yet?” 

“Working on it.” 

“Pink or yellow?” 

Izzy didn’t bother asking for what. “Yellow.” 

“Cool, try this,” Lucius set a martini glass in front of him. It had about an inch of very yellow liquid in it. 

Izzy took a sip and did his best to keep his face neutral. “Little sour.” 

“Damnit,” Lucius sighed, picking it up and taking a sip himself. “Ooooh shit. Yeah. Okay. Went too hard on the pucker.” 

“What’s the pink?” 

“Same idea, less sour, more strawberry. I want to put a few fun drinks on the menu for February. You know the month of loooove.” 

“Cute,” Izzy shook his head. “Yellow one doesn’t really seem in line.” 

“Excuse you, but I’m in love with a sourpuss myself,” Lucius grinned. 

Izzy huffed out a pleased laugh. “Is that what you’re going to call it?” 

“Maaaybe. We’ll see. Got to make it drinkable first. For now,” Lucius poured him a straight up shot of vodka and set in front of him. “Down that than talk to me.” 

“Thanks.” He threw it back and then set the glass aside. “I don’t know. It was sudden. Barely recognized her.” 

“How old was she the last time you saw her?” 

“Fourteen, maybe fifteen. And yeah, decades ago.” 

“Does...I don’t know. Did she look like Faith?” Lucius talked about her now like he had known her too and Izzy hadn’t known how much he’d needed that. 

“She didn’t back then. I mean yeah, you could tell they were sisters, but Pru was taller already by the time I met Faith. I mostly recognized her from her nose. Pru had a very up-turned nose as a kid. Between that and the accent, I got there.” 

“What was she like?” 

“Only talked to for a minute. Mad, mostly.” 

“Why?” 

“The ring.” 

“Shit. Really?” 

“I showed it to her. She didn’t know it was from me, apparently. They threw out all of....” he couldn’t really think about that. Couldn’t say it. “Gave her my card, then go the fuck out of there.” 

“Uh, Iz. You gave her your business card?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to go through the whole dance of trying to give her my number.” 

Lucius lifted his brows, “So, you know that I think it’s incredibly sweet and all, but uh, did you tell her what you named the business?” 

Izzy stared at him for a long second, then groaned and dropped his face into his hands. “Shit.” 

“I think it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll draw the right conclusion from it.” 

“What conclusion?” He asked into his palms. “Is there one that doesn’t make me seem kind of pathetic?” 

“There is nothing pathetic about how you love people,” Lucius chided. “It’s enduring. It’s beautiful. And kind of obsessive, but lucky for you I’m into that.” 

“Thanks,” he sighed. “Well. It’s done anyway. Doubt she’ll call.” 

“Bet she will,” Lucius countered. “Hey, you think she’s got a photo of her?” 

“No idea. Possible.” 

“HA! FOUND IT! FUCK YOU LIGHTING FIXTURE!” 

“I think I’m going to be asked to get the stepladder,” Lucius determined. He dropped a kiss in Izzy’s hair. 

Izzy stuck around, watching the entire inefficient show that was the Revenge staff trying to change a lightbulb. If it had been happening in his home base, he would’ve killed all of them, but here it was mostly amusing. Distracting. 

He stayed for the show too, then gathered a goodbye kiss from Lucius before heading back home.  It wasn’t until he had eaten a late dinner, finished the book he was reading, showered and gotten into bed that his feelings caught up with him. He lay in the dark and let the grief wash over him. It had been a long time since he’f felt it so hard. 

Izzy: figured it out. Sad.  

Lucius:  That tracks. Sucks though. 

It did suck. Izzy fell asleep about it and felt mostly all right in the morning. The tingle of potential incoming complication didn’t leave right away, but he still had to move through his day. She wasn’t going to call, he reminded himself. No use in getting worked up over a chance meeting. 

He only dimly remembered Pru as part of the amalgam that had been Faith’s terrible family. He pictured her yelling down the stairs as Faith went out the door or tucked in behind her mother like a miniature version of her. Faith would complain about her, the way she stole, rifled through her things, talked incessantly and complained endlessly. 

Izzy had hated Delly like that once. 

Mid-day, he picked up his phone and texted. 

Izzy: If you don’t have plans, I can get the kid tonight for a few hours. Had a change in plans. 

Delly: Really? Yes! That’d be great.  

Izzy hadn’t had any plans at all. But he couldn’t really do much for Delly at fifteen, abandoned to handle their parents alone. This he could do. 

When he picked Pickle up, he asked casually, 

“I can’t remember, were you in the same grade as Prudence Callahan?” 

“Hm?” Delly was moping off Pickle’s face after a close encounter with a very ketchup intensive hamburger.  “Uh...no? I think she was in the grade or two above me. I remember the name. Wait. Wasn’t that your girlfriend’s sister?” 

“Yeah. Ran into her the other day.” 

“That must’ve been fun. Ok, take her purple backpack by the door and you two are good to go. Bye, sweetheart. Don’t wear your uncle out.” 

“Kay!” Pickle wrapped herself around Izzy’s arm. “Bye, Mommy!” 

It was easy to forget his own shit when he had Pickle. She needed his full attention. He dropped her back off, both of them tired, sticky and with far more knowledge of Barbie’s fairy kingdom than they had been at the beginning of the night. 

“Thanks, asshole,” Delly grimaced as Pickle explained exactly how much ice cream she’d eaten. 

“You’re fucking welcome,” he said pleased. Despite herself, Delly looked far more relaxed and in another room, Izzy could hear Thomas whistling. Disgusting. He hid a smile. 

The days passed and each one that ticked by without a call, Izzy let go a little more. What did it matter? They had nothing to say to each other. Lucius did hand him something mid-week. 

“Just in case.”  He’d offered and Izzy had taken it. Couldn’t hurt to have on hand.  

Nearly a full month passed and he’d practically forgotten about the encounter at all, especially when he had to take Read to the E.R. in the middle when she’d stepped in to prevent a beating of the guy they were following. Man just had a stupid mouth, he probably didn’t deserve to get the shit kicked out of him, but Read had gotten a rib busted for her trouble. Izzy lectured her all through the long sit in the waiting room and she’d taken it with an annoying fond smile. 

Asshole kid. 

So it was with some surprise that he opened an email absently on Thursday and read a request to meet for coffee. He agreed and they set a time and a place. 

“Do you want me to come?” Lucius offered. 

“No, it’s okay,” he decided. “Don’t want her to feel ganged up on. I think I spook her as is.” 

“Yeah, bet you scare all the soccer moms, hot stuff.” 

But she’d mentioned her boyfriend’s kid. Possibly she had her own, but when she slid into her seat across from him in her immaculate white knitwear and precise haircut, it seemed unlikely. 

They regarded each other over steaming cups. 

“You’ve done well for yourself,” Pru said eventually. “I saw your website, read some reviews.” 

“We get by,” he agreed. “What about you?” 

“I’m an interior designer. Mostly personal spaces, but I’ve done a few offices.” 

“Huh, what’s that like?” 

Pru seemed relieved to talk about something familiar, so he asked a few questions, letting her ramble a little about her work. When she ran out of steam though, she grimaced. 

“This isn’t what you want to talk about, is it?” 

“It’s fine,” he shrugged. “It’s a lot to face headon.” 

“She’s been dead way longer than she was alive,” Pru said bluntly. “And I think about her a lot, but not name my business and keep her ring around my neck every day a lot. Back then, I didn’t figure you cared much at all really.” 

“What do you mean?” He frowned. 

“I mean you were around a lot, but I figured...” she sighed. “You know. Why does any high school boy stick around a girl?” 

Izzy barked a dry laugh, startled by the bluntness, but welcoming it. “Yeah, no. I’m gay.” 

Pru stared at him then spluttered out a ragged, “What? Did she know?”

“I didn’t know then. She wanted a guy who would protect her and not touch her in ways she didn’t want to be touched and I was good for that,” he said, but the words no longer sat so easily on his tongue. 

Years together. Years that were volatile and strange. He’d watched from a distance and now a little closer as Mary’s kids struggled through high school, the way Alma fell in and out of relationships and Charlie barely seemed old enough to consider them. 

“And we loved each other,” he amended. “A lot. By the end anyway.” 

She nodded slowly. “I can see that. I wish...I don’t know what I would’ve done with that back then, but I still wish I’d known that.” 

“She didn’t trust you,” he said then wished he hadn’t. What was the point all those years later?” 

“I know,” Pru didn’t look hurt. ���I tattled on her one too many times. Stole from her. Made fun of her. She gave it back too. She was no saint.” 

“Yeah, she had a mouth on her,” he said and it was hard not to make it sound like praise. 

“Once she told me I was too stupid to tell my feet from my hands. I was nine,” Pru said, her lips twitching like she might smile over it. “I actually worried about that for weeks.” 

“She used to call anyone who cut us off on a bike ‘filthy dickbags’.” 

“Oh my god,” Pru did smile. “You know Dad used to be all over us about swearing. I still can barely say ‘hell’ without wincing. Guess she was braver than me.” 

“Did you get out?” 

“Soon as I turned 18.” 

“Then I’d say just as brave. Braver. If you did it on your own.” 

“I did,” Pru lifted her chin, eyes glinting. And there, just for a second, she did look just like Faith. Izzy had to look away. 

“I uh...you said you didn’t have much of hers?” 

“Just the boots. Ran out in them. Sturdier than my sneakers back then. I still have them, but that’s it really. Mom and Dad when on rampage, tried to act like she’d never even existed.”  

“No pictures?” 

She shook her head. “Never were a big photo family. Mom might’ve had some, but I didn’t even know she’d died until years after it happened. 

Izzy hadn’t been hoping for much, but that tore at him. Nothing at all. Not for the first time, he wished he believed in a higher power so he could thank them for bringing Lucius into his life. 

“My boyfriend is an artist,” he pulled out the envelope. “He found her yearbook picture and drew this. He made a print for you when I told him I’d run into you.” 

“Seriously?” She took the envelope and opened it with a single long nail. They were nicely painted, some kind of white tip situation. It was precise, like the rest of her. Pru was a woman held together by right angles. Izzy could relate. 

“Yeah, I think it’s good, but I’m not really-” 

“Oh my god,” she gasped as she drew out the paper “It’s her. That’s her.” 

He sat back, watched her take it in, pressing her hand to the paper.  “Thank him for me. Please.” 

“I will.” 

“Oh my god,” she said again and closed her eyes. “I half think I made her up sometimes. Is that strange?” 

“No. I know the feeling.” 

“I think I need to go before I start bawling in public,” she said quietly. “But...I’d like to talk again. If that’s okay. Maybe meet your boyfriend so I can say thank you in person.” 

“Any time,” he found himself promising. 

She didn’t take her coffee with her. Izzy bussed it for her, tossing both their half-finished cups away. He decided to walk back home. It was raining every so slightly, the terrible mist of late fall that clung and made everything damp instead of properly wet. 

“Your sister turned out okay,” he mumbled. What was another gray haired guy talking to himself on the street? People could mind their fucking business. “I think you’d like her now. Maybe not. Maybe you’d just tolerate her during the holidays. Would’ve done that with you too.” 

He could imagine it so easily. Faith hadn’t liked parties, neither had he, but they probably would go to Delly’s annual romp anyway or whatever fussy Martha Stewart nightmare Pru might do. Maybe both and after they’d compare notes, trying to outdo each other on who had the most passive-aggressive thing said to them. Faith would win since Delly tended to be more massive-aggressive. 

Or maybe...maybe they would’ve enjoyed both in their own way. Or maybe they wouldn’t have made it there together even if she lived. 

None of it mattered. He couldn’t live his life in what-ifs. What he had was a Lucius, who was getting very thoroughly thanked when he came home tomorrow night and someone else to reminisce with from time to time. That was more than enough. 

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #izzy hands #lucius black #have a little faith #and be prudent

[august-anon]

jim/oluwande - 🤐

Hi i wrote this in 3 bursts and i have not reread it or edited it, drabble prompts means no second-guessing so this is what you get lol.

[prompt list]

🤐 - Silent Laughter!!

[ao3 link]

Word Count: 701 words

Earn Their Laughter

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Jim's face was split in a wide, open-mouthed grin. Their shoulders shook against Oluwande's chest and their stomach bounced with their laughter. They pressed down against his fingers on their ribs and squirmed in his hold, their own arms pulled in close to their chest.

But the only sound in the room was their quiet gasps of breath in between bouts of silent laughter, one of their hands coming up to muffle even that.

"Come on, Jim," Oluwande goaded, leaning down to speak directly into their ear. "I know you wanna laugh for me."

Jim shook their head, and though Olu was pretty certain that was an answer to his tease, it was hard to tell with the way they immediately tried to tilt to the side to escape his breath and beard. He chuckled a little.

"You do," Olu said, leaning back down to nuzzle against their ear and neck. They jolted in his hold. "I bet I can get you to laugh out loud for me."

They tilted their head back enough so he could see them bare their teeth at him, and he couldn't help but laugh again. Oluwande tugged Jim closer, crossing his arms over their body to keep them snug against his chest. One hand started sneaking down their side in search of their hip, and the other pressed further upwards to scritch relentlessly against their upper ribs. This time when Jim's head shot back against his shoulder, it was from ticklish shock, their nose scrunched from their bright grin.

Oluwande knew this game well, and he knew how stubborn Jim could be. As goofy as they could be sometimes, Jim was still closed off and defensive at heart. They didn't show vulnerability often, and one type of vulnerability they held close to their chest was laughter. More often than not, Jim would silence their genuine laugh, and while Oluwande would never begrudge them for that, there were times when he was just craving to hear it.

And for times when Jim didn't mind it being drawn out of them, Olu had his own tricks up his sleeves. All he needed to do was trick them into saying something, get them to argue back against one of his teases, hell, even if they just growled. Any sound he could get out of them would put a crack in the wall, and with a big enough crack, there were bound to be leaks.

"You know I'm not going to stop until I hear it, Jim." He laughed against their neck, and their head jerked down against his to try and push him out. "The longer you keep it from me, the longer this is gonna go. Unless you want me to keep going, that is. Unless you like this."

A growl. A strained one, but it was there, pitching up at the end and cut off before it finished. The first few times, that would've been enough, but Jim had learned his tricks now. And while he knew they liked this -- liked the game, liked being dragged into vulnerability with him headfirst so they had an excuse -- they were also the most stubborn person Oluwande had ever met. If they learned how to fight against something, they would. Even if it was just out of spite.

But he knew how to crack them.

"Shit, Jim. You're so damn cute."

Jim's face contorted, and Olu relished in watching the conflicted series of emotions flit across their face. Flushing cheeks and wide eyes, but eyebrows drawing down into a glare. Pleased with the compliment, but refusing to accept it nonetheless. And then--

"Shut the fuck up--" Jim spat, laughter slowly growing in their voice until every word was infused with it. Their sentence ended in a quiet squeal as he leaned down again to nibble at the length of their neck.

"Told you I'd get it out of you," Oluwande muttered against their neck.

"Fuck off!" Jim said, not bothering to try and silence their giggles again. Even if they'd managed, he'd just get it out of them again.

Because he intended to hear that laughter for a good, long time. He deserved his reward for winning, after all.

#tickle fic #my writing #ofmd tickles #ofmd tickling #lee!jim jimenez #ler!oluwande #ticklish!jim jimenez #ofmd #jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #tealoranges

[distortedataraxia]

If requests are open, I hope it's okay if I request a matchup 🥺 I'm a bisexual transdude. I'm a pretty big introvert, if I go to big social things, I will need like a full day to myself at least after it or else I will have an emotional breakdown from being burnt out. Despite that, I'm a childcare worker and I adore my kids so much, little ones are my specialty. It's my dream to be a dad one day! I'm a very domestic person, my hobbies include cooking, baking, and drawing. I'm also super into fashion and like looking good whenever I go out. A malewife, some would say /hj.

I'm a big people pleaser with social anxiety, so I tend to be reserved and overly polite when I first meet people. This also tends to make me a bit of a doormat. If you mistreat me, I'll of course be upset, but I'll bottle it up and won't voice my complaints because I hate confrontation. Plus I'm an angry crier and I hate crying in front of people. I constantly have the attitude of "I'M TIRED OF BEING NICE. I'M GONNA GO APESHIT." But I never go apeshit because I need everyone to like me so much all the time.

I'm super loosened up around friends though so I can be sarcastic, teasing, and cuss quite a bit. I tend to have a bit of dark... Dazai-esque humor sometimes, it's a habit, not as bad as it used to be. I'm also pretty dirty minded lol. Also, if my loved ones need something, my anxiety will go out the window, I'd fight anyone for them.

aaaaa this is getting long so I'm so sorry, I'll just state a few more facts

- I love anything horror. Movies, video games, haunted houses, esc.

- My cats are my babies and are at the top of my Favorite People list. I like all animals though!

- I'm punk-eque I guess with a love of rock n' roll, motorcycles, and tattoos. I am my father's son lmao.

- I have a big weakness for anything cute. I have impulsively spent $20 on a bunny plush. Help.

- That being said, I'm usually super cautious with money and encourage others to do the same.

- One time I cried after killing an ant bc I put myself in its shoes and "Oh my god, he was just walking around and living his life. And now it's gone. He's just suddenly DEAD. Oh my god."

Ummm I think that's it. I really enjoy your writing and you seem really nice and I hope you have a good day ❤️

Author note : Hello !! I'm so so so so so sorryyyyyyy for the time i took to work on your request - I haven't been active at all and i don't feel like i have any valid excuse, just me being emo/20 lol. Anyways I'm sorry this is rushed and i'll doubt you'll see this but i'll do it anyways,- still sorry ! You have a good day too and take care ! 💜also i didn't know if you wanted to be paired with a girl or a boy so i just did whatever came to my brain as other people are waiting - I'm sorry this is completly my fault TT-TT If you wanted to be paired with the other gender you can request to me again that won't bother me! I won't make you wait months-long this time... I think 🥲

I pair you with.....

Ranpo!

I can already see you looking at horror movies with him with A LOT OF FOOD- Ranpo also likes cats so i'm sure you'll take care of some together - Ranpo likes to play video games too as he plays some with yosano, i'm sure he'll find a lot of time for you and him to play together ! if you go to Haunted houses together, i'm sure he'd be amused by your reactions as he already figured out where everything is and what will happen.. Or maybe he can be taken by surprise..? Who knows - that's for you to imagine ! As he is really smart no shit sherlock he will probably figure out when something is bothering you so you won't even have to say it ! I'm sure this man will beg you to bake or cook things for him and then will eat almost everything in the blink of an eye - Goodluck with that! Ranpo will be careful with you, i can already imagine a dramatic plot where one of your loved one is in danger and it's too dangerous for you and he's gonna save them but you find out and he tries to stop you from going there and then idk boom drama and- yeah -

#bsd #bungo stray dogs matcup #bungou stray dogs #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #ranpo x you #ranpo matchups #matchups #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs matchups