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steddie-island · 5 months

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A (late) @steddiemas day 24 - For Someone Special (NSFW Gifts) WC: 2894 | Rating: E | Tags: Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Steve wears lingerie, Eddie has a filthy mouth Find the full list of tags on ao3.

No matter how many times they did this, how many times he did this, it always made Steve’s stomach twitch with nerves. Even after eight years together he was afraid of the rejection, that he would do something that made Eddie look at him and re-consider all of his life choices. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be, but the nerves were still there .

He pushed past the nerves like he did every other time, though, and zipped his jeans into place. They had a Christmas Eve party to go to, where they would spend the night around their friends and family and he would have to act like everything was completely normal.

“Babe, are you ready?” Eddie asked as he tugged on his ugly Christmas sweater– a bright green thing with little lightbulbs all over it that actually lit up.

Steve tugged his own ugly sweater on– a bulky red thing with Rudolph’s head on it, with a big red nose right in the middle of his chest that glowed brightly and bells all around Rudolph’s harness. “Ready.” “God, you’re so fucking cute.” Eddie pulled him in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “C’mon, let’s go. If we’re late, Robin might make us drive the kids home again.”

“They’re not kids anymore, Ed. They’re adults. They’re adults that can drink,” Steve chuckled. Still, he followed Eddie to the front door, where they grabbed their coats before heading outside. The party was in full swing when they showed up. One group was decorating cookies at one end of the table while another group worked to put gingerbread houses together. Everyone had on their own ugly sweaters, and Dustin had light up reindeer antlers to accompany his own, which had 3-D ornaments hanging off of it. They were immediately pulled into the activities. Eddie was dragged to the gingerbread house building station while Robin pulled Steve to the kitchen so they could make more cookies.

It was warm, and cheery, and everything that Steve had ever wanted Christmas to be. There was a part of him that ached, because it wasn’t the Christmas he’d had as a kid, but he had it now, with Eddie and Wayne and Robin and the kids that had all managed to make it here for the holiday even though they were scattered across the country now. It was enough to have him fighting back tears as he mixed up more cookie dough. “Dingus, haven’t I told you you’re not allowed to cry on Christmas?” Robin teased. She pulled him in for a tight hug, and if she was blinking her own tears away when their hug broke, that was no one else’s business.

They had dinner, and then everyone piled into the living room to open gifts. There were new books for Robin, records for Eddie– even though CDs had long since outsold vinyls. Steve had a new sweater, one hand knitted by Claudia that he hugged to his chest as everyone else opened their gifts. There were mountains of wrapping paper by the time they were finished. Steve once more got up to help clean up. It wasn’t something he was expected to do, but something he did anyway. He liked helping, being useful. Eddie curled around him when Steve took his seat again and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I love you,” he said, smiling against that golden skin. “Have I mentioned that?” “Once or twice.” Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s and caught his hand. “Are you having a good Christmas? Have you enjoyed your presents?” “It’s been… amazing.” Eddie grinned at him. “They’ve all been amazing with you, Steve.” Steve pecked Eddie’s lips. “This one isn’t over yet,” he said. At Eddie’s raised eyebrows he just smiled. “You’ll see when we get home.” “Will I now?” Eddie looked at him, clearly wanting at least a hint. Steve just grinned and tucked even deeper into Eddie’s side.

The party ended shortly after that, when everyone was yawning and eyelids were droopy. There were lots of hugs, kisses on the cheek, wishes of Merry Christmas and drive safe. That was one of Steve’s favorite parts, hearing all the love as they all went their separate ways. He hated the leaving, but all that love always made it more than worth it.

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“Where’s my other gift?” Eddie asked as soon as they were on the road. “ What’s my other gift?”

“Has anyone told you that patience is a virtue?” Steve teased.

“Yeah, and you of all people should know that I’ve never been very virtuous, Steve.” Eddie reached over to take his hand. “C’mon, I wanna know.” “Okay, okay. I’ll give you a hint.” He brought Eddie’s hand under the hem of his sweater, then pushed his fingers down… down… just past the waistband of his jeans, to where they could both feel the silky fabric underneath. The choked sound Eddie made brought heat into Steve’s cheeks.

“Jesus, baby. You’ve been wearing those all night?” he asked, eyes flicking over to Steve’s face. “Fuck… you’re gonna kill me.” “You haven’t even seen them yet.” Steve grinned as his nerves melted away, the way they always did when he got to see Eddie’s reaction.

“Don’t have to see them to know that I want to take them off with my teeth, do I?”

Heat pooled low in Steve’s belly. “Try not to tear them this time?”

“No promises, sweetheart.”

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They managed to get through the doors and to get their coats and scarves hung up before Eddie was on him. Cold hands slipped beneath his shirt, making him yelp. It was swallowed down by Eddie’s mouth as his back was pressed against the wall. Those hands he loved dipped beneath the waistband of his jeans to grip his ass through the fabric of the panties. “I want to see these.” Eddie was practically panting with need. He was hard and hot, and when he rolled his hips Steve could feel the evidence of his desire against his hip.

“Take me upstairs,” Steve encouraged. “Wanna show you. They’re so pretty, Eddie.” He buried his fingers into his boyfriend’s hair and groaned as those sharp teeth dug into his throat. There would be bruises in the morning, for the next few days. His chest thrummed at the idea, and he lifted a leg to pull Eddie closer. “Eddie, baby–”

Eddie broke away with a growl and grabbed Steve’s hand. They tripped over their feet as they hurried upstairs and into their bedroom. “I wanna see,” he breathed. “Wanna touch. Fuck, Steve, you know what you do to me?” He pushed at Steve’s stupid fucking sweater, tossed it into a corner of the room where the red nose would glow for the rest of the night. He nudged Steve back onto the bed and leaned over him. “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart. Wanna get a look at those panties, and then I’m gonna suck your cock in them.” “Eddie–” Steve trembled as nimble fingers got his jeans open and down. Eddie didn’t stop there, he tugged Steve’s shoes off, tugged the jeans off of his legs, and when he looked up it was a million fucking wonders that he didn’t come in his jeans. “Oh, Jesus, sweetheart. You made yourself so pretty for me, didn’t you?” The panties were red satin, with white lace where they were cut up on Steve’s hips. The fabric dug in there, and Eddie had the desire to sink his teeth into those divots. Steve was still so strong, but he’d softened a little and Eddie was more than a little in love with it. He didn’t have time to worship those hips, though, because coming down from the panties were clips that held up red thigh highs with white lace trim.

“I’m gonna eat you up.” Eddie ran his hands up Steve’s calves, to his thighs, and leaned in to nose at his cock. There was already a wet spot against the fabric from how wet Steve was. “I”m gonna tear you apart, Stevie.”

“Eddie–” Steve gasped as Eddie’s teeth found his thigh, just above where the stocking ended. “Oh god – I’m all yours. Want you so bad, sweetheart. Fuck .” Eddie growled as he pulled off, only to latch on to the same spot on the other thigh. He hummed as he sucked and worked his teeth. Every moan and whimper that spilled out of Steve’s lips spurred him on. When he pulled off there were two matching bruises left behind. “Gonna take care of you. You’re my beautiful boy, aren’t you?” “Yes,” Steve practically sobbed. “Fuck, Eddie, need you to touch me.” His legs were pulled over Eddie’s shoulders, and then Eddie’s mouth was on his cock, further soaking the fabric. “Please, please–” “Beg so pretty. You beg so fucking pretty, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned and ran his hands up Steve’s body. “You’re so beautiful.” “Eddie,” he whimpered. “Please–” Just like he’d promised, Eddie tugged the material down, down, until Steve’s cock was free. “Gonna fuck you,” he breathed. “Gonna make you see stars with my mouth, and then we’re gonna make sure the neighbors file a noise complaint.” “Eddie!” Steve cried out as Eddie’s mouth found his cock and began tonguing at the head. He wasn’t sure what he liked more, the way Eddie spewed filth like he was made for it or the way he sucked dick. Before Steve could really distract himself with a debate, Eddie took him in, swallowed him all the way down and sucked hard.

“Oh god –” Tears pricked Steve’s eyes as Eddie worked him over. Deeper, with his tongue and his hands and just the barest hint of teeth dragging over the head of his cock. “Eddie– Eddie–”

Eddie just hummed around him and looked up through those long lashes. Steve would never get tired of seeing the love of his life looking at him so adoringly. His hand caught Eddie’s where it rested against his hip to hold him in place. He’d been keyed up since the car, and actually having Eddie’s hands on him was pushing him closer to the edge. “Not gonna last much longer,” he breathed.

Eddie bobbed his head, and with every movement that pulled him off of Steve’s cock he used one hand to keep stroking. His movements were tight and quick. Steve came with his free hand buried in Eddie’s hair and his back bowing off of the bed.

“Fuck– fuck fuck Eddie –” Eddie swallowed him down the way he’d done a million times before. Only when Steve's sounds started changing from pleasure to a little pained did he pull off.

“Kiss me?” Steve panted. He caressed Eddie’s cheek, over to his lips. “Please?”

Eddie slowly kissed up Steve’s body, over the soft expanse of his stomach and up towards his chest. At Steve’s neck he pressed a kiss to the hickey he’d left earlier. “Love doing that for you,” he breathed. “Love hearing the way you say my name.” He caught Steve’s mouth with a hum, and when those pretty lips parted he pressed inside, giving Steve a taste of himself. “Love you , sweetheart. All of you.” He ghosted his hand down Steve’s side and to his thigh. “I love you, too.” Steve nipped Eddie’s lower lip. “Know how much I love you?” Eddie hid his smile in Steve’s neck as he nipped at more of that beautiful skin. “How much, baby?”

“I love you so much that I still want you to fuck me even though you’re still wearing that stupid Christmas sweater.” He flicked one of the lightbulbs that was flashing up by Eddie’s ear.

Eddie laughed bright and loud as he straightened up. He tugged the sweater off and tossed it in the general direction of Rudolph. “Better?” “Much.” Steve pulled Eddie back in to kiss him slow and deep. His fingers trailed over all of that tattooed skin to bring their bodies closer together. He wanted more, always wanted more, but just getting to kiss and touch Eddie was always good.

Eddie ground down against him, reminding them both that he was still hard in the confines of his jeans. “I have another promise to keep,” he murmured into Steve’s mouth. Steve shivered and leaned up for a kiss. “And I have another present for you.” He nipped Eddie’s lower lip. “Do you want me to show it to you or do you want to find it yourself?”

Eddie all but growled into his mouth again. “I’m telling you, you’re trying to kill me,” he murmured. He stood up to shuck out of the rest of his clothes. “They better put Death by Steve Harrington on my tombstone.” “Stop talking about dying and get over here,” he said, and he nudged Eddie with his foot. “I wanna kiss you more.”

“So impatient, Stevie.” Eddie found the garter clips and unfastened them easily so he could tug the panties down but leave the stockings on. His lips trailed over Steve’s calf and up that beautiful thigh again. A glistening silver thing caught his eye and he choked on air again. “Oh. Oh, sweetheart. You’ve been wearing this all night?”

Wandering fingers slipped up, up, between Steve’s thighs and then his cheeks. The plug was warm and wide against Steve’s skin.

“All day.” Steve held himself open for Eddie’s viewing pleasure. “Put it in after my shower this morning.” “Christ.” Eddie gripped the plug and began working it against Steve’s rim, causing him to twitch and whine. “You’re fucking perfect. Made for me, weren’t you, sweetheart? You’re my good boy.” Steve rocked towards Eddie’s hand with another sound. “Please, Eddie. Been waiting for you all day. I need you.” “I know you do, sweetheart.” He tugged the plug out to the widest point, pushed it back in, back and forth to get more of those beautiful sounds. “I can see you now, opening yourself up in the shower and putting this thing in. Did you come then, Steve? Did you come thinking about me fucking you tonight?” “ Yes –” Steve’s thighs twitched. “Eddie, Eddie please, I need it, I need you, stop playing with me please –” It was so fucking much and yet not enough to get him off again. “Fuck me, please–” Eddie pulled the plug out once more, this time letting it come out all the way. His eyes were darker than ever as he slotted himself between Steve’s thighs and lined up against his hole. Steve watched those eyes as Eddie got situated, as his legs were over Eddie’s arms– As Eddie began working inside with quick, shallow thrusts that had his breath coming out in small puffs. The plug had been wide, but Eddie was wider. There was an initial burn, there always was, but it quickly melted away into pleasure so strong that Steve did cry then.

There was no time to beg Eddie to move, to beg him to do something. Steve was essentially folded in half with the angle they were at. Eddie caught his mouth in a sloppy kiss. His hips began rolling quickly, speeding up until he pounded into Steve’s body with a rhythm that had them both gasping.

Steve’s blunt nails slipped over Eddie’s back, his ass, his arms as he tried his best to hold on. The pleasure was just so intense, and he was losing it fast. The angle had Eddie so deep in his body, and the way the head of his cock kept dragging over Steve’s prostate was enough to deliver on the promise to see stars.

They held on together, rocked together. Eddie cursed against Steve’s mouth, and when he wasn’t cursing he was letting words like “good boy” and “beautiful” slip out. Every word of praise felt like it was branded into Steve’s skin. Eddie always did that to him, too. He didn’t doubt whether he was good, or deserving, or loved with Eddie.

Even though he’d already gotten off once, his second orgasm didn’t take long. It swept through and over him in waves. He sobbed Eddie’s name and left pink scratches over the parts of him that weren’t tattooed.

“Steve–” Eddie bit down on Steve’s lower lip as he buried himself. The tightening of Steve’s body pulled Eddie over the edge, had him coming deep inside of this man he loved so much.

When it was over he released Steve’s legs and fell to the bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but neither man was sure if their legs would hold them up long enough to move.

“Best present ever,” Eddie murmured into Steve’s neck.

Steve grinned and kissed his sweat damp hair. “Yeah? You liked it?”

“Love it.” He pressed kisses into Steve’s jaw. “Did you? Was it too much?” “Never.” Steve turned his head to catch Eddie’s lips in another kiss. “It was perfect.”

It took a few minutes, but once they were sure their legs would hold them they got up and made their way to the bathroom to clean up. They dressed in their matching pajamas that Wayne had gotten for them Christmas the year before and slipped beneath the covers together, with Eddie’s head tucked into Steve’s neck.

“I love you,” Steve murmured into his hair.

“Love you, too.” Eddie squeezed him tight. “Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

“Merry Christmas, Eds.”

#Steddiemas #Smutty Sunday #I'm sorry this is coming on a Wednesday lol #Steddie fic #Steddie ficlet #My writing #My fic #I need an official 'my writing' tag

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tainebot01 · 2 months

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Another Ace Attorney animatic, this time inspired by a video by @arcticflakes here!

#my art #ace attorney #sebastian debeste #yumihiko ichiyanagi #miles edgeworth #ace attorney investigations #aai2 #aai2 spoilers #spoilers kinda?#all it really spoils is that Seb ends up back at law school #but I’ll tag it anyway just in case #Kay’s filming this all go down #the world needs more AAI2 animatics #especially with Seb #used the Themis Law Academy bg from DD because I wasnt feeling confident in my background skills #but I at least added some nice colours :)#also used the official sprites as reference for the poses #except for the last 4 Miles poses #because the sprites don’t really convey the emotions I wanted #namely:#Slight Amusement #Concerned Intrigue #Captain Picard levels of exhaustion #and Outright Discombobulation #respectively #not really sure how to write an image ID for a video - will try look up a guide?#I crammed to finish this on April fools and just got it done 30 minutes before midnight #and here I am uploading it on April 2 #so I guess I’m the fool here #Youtube

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crossbackpoke-check · 3 months

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it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

#OFFICIAL FIC ANNOUNCEMENT 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️ i wish i had pretty fic graphics but alas i have No Skill and also. so much work i should be doing bu #HI SHE’S HERE i would love to say this is a complete surprise drop except i have Anxiety & i needed to ask you guys about it beforehand #in my defense i started writing this in like. january far before any tragedy occurred #because square asked about my tags on their dewey2 art and she spawned like. a million more thoughts about it #including the part where i got absolutely kicked in the face with the lightning vision of those two lines.#like those two lines are the first actual lines of the fic i wrote ajdhkwdiowdjiw ANYWAY please be nice to me i know i am always like #‘this is not the first real fic i ever thought i’d post’ and if i had a nickel i’d have three but this is the first pwp i’ve ever posted #and it’s 8k and it’s not a fic for an exchange (although technically i did very much write this for the dewey^2 hivemind so.)#i have SO many things to say i have so many comments on this doc also i couldn’t pick a title for the LONGEST time and i finally decided on #this one but the full quote was too long:#all the rest of what i want with you that scares me shitless #so. i was angling SO hard to make a yung gravy lyric as a title bc i saw the video of him at a wild game but i couldn’t find a good one #and instead y’all got a very sentimental title l m a o.#liv in the replies #shout out to the extended universe this lives in and also my unhinged comments in the docs.#if you liked fun fuck a baby in him friday i’ll be here all week i promise i am the exact same in the comments as i am in the tags 🫡#the NUMBER of times i wrote something in this by pulling it out of my ass and then actually went back and did the research & was RIGHT is.#far too high. also the amount of coincidental things that dropped while i was writing this (yung gravy song about pregnancy AFTER i wheeze #laughed myself into a yung gravy title the athletic player poll confirming my restaurant & bar choices from googling ‘st. paul good bars’…)#also if anybody got advice on formatting for these little announcements. help. this is different from my miro/luka one &i’m still not happy

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xbraveheartx · 8 months

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WARNING !! Contains spoilers for Lies of P! If you haven't beaten the game, be warned! This is just a first draft !! I might change it... I might not. I'm just testing the waters and seeing how far I'll get. I think I'll just post the prologue for now and then proceed solo in google docs after. But I wanted to see how people are feeling about the idea ♡ I'll upload the rest most likely on AO3 A "I don't care what canon gave us, I'm bringing Romeo back" fic that'll end up in a romance between our favorite real boy and his bestie ♡ It takes place post-canon!

Prologue

The sun had barely risen when they set off on their mission, a gentle shower coating the city of Krat in sleek rain that took little time to drench every stone and tile. Only once they had reached their destination did the skies suddenly open, a hint of blue smiling down on the otherwise desolate buildings. One couldn’t avoid puddles under such conditions, but there wasn’t any true concern to be had over them.

There were far greater things to worry over. He only hoped they were still there.

“Jeepers. It sure is creepy being back here again.” Gemini chirped, effectively breaking the silence that blanketed Krat Central Station. “Now that the monsters aren’t as much of a problem, everything just feels kinda…” He trailed off, causing the boy’s head to turn just slightly in an effort to toss back a glance in the lamp’s direction. “... Spooky? Haunted is the word, maybe? Almost like something is hiding just around the corner, ready to just– Jump out at you!”

“You’re being dramatic.” Slender digits rose to tuck a long, grey lock behind an ear, palm rubbing a stray droplet of water from a freckled cheek.

“And you’re being careless, pal!” Gemini countered, ignoring the eye roll given in retaliation. “I’m just saying, even if we can’t see the monsters all around like we used to, I’m sure there’s bound to be some still lurking around! Just be more careful, okay, Carlo?”

There was a pause in his steps, the echo of the last dying out shortly after as nothing but the dripping of water and creaking of pipes met their ears.

Carlo… it was still strange, hearing that name, and while he felt it was just right, it felt strange in the same breath. It was familiar yet foreign; He was still learning.

He felt his heart beat.

“Did I say something wrong?” Came Gemini’s chirps once more, the sound coming off as one of concern. Carlo shook his head, lashes fluttering rapidly as he came back to himself whilst lips tugged into a slight smile.

“No, no. Sorry, just… Thinking.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. Gemini seemed to accept the excuse regardless, trilling gently in a way that Carlo could just picture a real cricket practically vibrating with eagerness.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go! Er– b-but! … Y’know!... Carefully.” The guide seemed to beam, and Carlo couldn’t help but beam right back, hopeful that their journey would be fruitful in the end.

There, in the dimly lit station, was their target. Track C, train number three– The Blue Fairy. It was funny, looking back on it now, but there was no stopping to admire any form of happenstance. The train itself had been subjected to all manner of bile and questionable fluids, but otherwise, remained intact. The boy hesitated just before entering, hand rising to touch the door frame as he stood at the entrance and listened. When nothing but silence rose to greet him, he pressed onward, stepping over forgotten luggages and shattered glass.

“You really think something like this’ll work?” Gemini spoke again, chirps blending with the crunching of a wineglass underfoot.

There was no immediate response, not until they had made it to the back of the train where a familiar chair sat in the middle of the aisle. He stepped around it, choosing instead, to make his way into the hidden workshop behind.

“I don’t know.” Carlo confessed, fingers trailing across abandoned notes and papers left atop a messy desk. Blueprints were among the litter, notes bookmarking heavily written pages of journals, their fine leather covers worn and frayed. He gathered it all, leaving nothing he deemed important behind. One of many discarded suitcases was chosen among the piles, and with its original contents discarded, was used to house the very legacy his father had left behind. “But I have to try.”

Venigni thumbed through the blueprints, eyes roaming through Geppetto's old notes that had been laid out before him. It was a daunting task, to say the least, and they both knew it.

"This is... beyond my field of expertise."

The moment of silence to follow after felt far too long, seconds seemingly to stretch into hours that didn't exist. Finally, the boy's lips parted, voice heavy with newly gained emotion that unashamedly manifested as a beg.

"I believe you can do it." Came the quiet encouragement, brows drawing together to further accentuate his plea. "Please?" Yet another pause followed after whilst muted blues fell for but a moment, until finally, they resettled on Venigni. "For... a friend?"

The sigh of defeat to follow the request said enough.

"I shall do what I can, but I make no promises, compagno!" As if a switch was flipped, suddenly a black gloved hand rose with a snap. “Pulcinella! Some fresh parchment, if you would! I must get started immediately! And you!” Once more did the man’s head snap in Carlo’s direction, a finger dramatically being pointed all the while. “You still carry the most important component, do you not? All that’s left is the body– Go and bring it back here. I will give it my all, for I am the Incredible Lorenzini Venigni, and I will settle for no less than my one-hundred percent!... But again, no promises.”

The emotion to grip at his heart was almost overwhelming, the heavy THUD THUD of the organ pounding against his chest in a mixture of anticipation, joy, and above all else, hope.

“I’ll be back.” He announced with a nod, though he made no move to leave just yet. Instead, he gave the man a smile, brighter than any he had expressed in the past. “Thank you, Venigni. I appreciate your help.” The words were met with a nod and something akin to that of a mutter and a hum. Already was the other absorbed by the notes before him, ink meeting paper in rapid scribbles from the very moment Pulcinella had provided the writing tools.

“Let’s go get your pal… pal!” Gemini chimed in, spurring the boy into motion with a nod. “Leave the technical stuff to the professionals! Rosa Isabella Street awaits!” A trip that would surely be a bit more eventful than their visit to the train station, knowing full well that the puppets would still be prowling around their fallen king’s domain. Please let this work… The silent prayer was sent skyward.

#Lies of P #Lies of P fic #Lies of P Spoilers #I won't ramble in tags much but-- I'm excited to get working on this. I just wanted to get my initial idea/thoughts out #So I'll probably build onto this. Change some stuff around. Add stuff. Etc etc... but for now. Baby's first draft ♡#WHAT DO I TAG FOR THE SHIP?????#Promeo #????#Carmeo #????????????? WE NEED AN OFFICIAL SHIP TAG!!! Fandom friends please help a brother out #We need to come to an agreement on a ship tag so I can effectively flood it (lovingly) with art and writings

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klaissance · 3 months

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indulgent established klance long-distance boyfriends coalition paladins/BOM keith reunion event GO:

keith gets to the dinner early

he had to ask kolivan to put him on the list as one of the BOM agents going and if that dude ever laughed at anything keith would swear he was laughing at him when he uninvited somebody else to put keith on the list

it's this gorgeous bigass hall with lovely vaulted ceilings and the biggest longest table keith has ever seen

aproned aliens are in set-up mode, scurrying around setting utensils and plates and namecards and chairs all around this table

keith has his mask up and everything and he nods respectfully at some of the staff as he starts to walk the length of the table

it's been too long since he saw the team he knows that and they know it too

he knows they miss him, knows it in his bones that they miss him at least some fragment as much as he aches for them (which is so much all the time)

pidge hacked a touchpad to let it transmit through the signal jammer outfitted at the BOM base so he does get to message and call home sometimes but tbh he's not on-base very often before he's jetting off to the next crazy mission halfway across the galaxy

anyway he's in this hall scanning the namecards and letting his mind wander while he waits for the guests--but mostly his former team--to show up

he finds his own card next to kolivan's, only it just says "blade of marmora guest" anonymous and replaceable, just like usual

allura is set to be seated at the head of the table with the other important people and key speakers

keith smiles despite himself at the thought of allura pacing the halls of the castleship this past week, running through versions of speeches for anyone who will listen

the smile turns into an ache when he thinks of lance, perched on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, or draped across the lounge couch, head tipped off the edge, listening and humming appraisingly at all the right moments

turning those warm brown eyes to the ceiling and pretending to think hard on it when allura asks him if he thinks she's ready

"of course princess" he'd say, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently

"I think you were born ready"

because lance has always been good at that, at making you feel like the most capable person in the Universe

halfway down the opposite side of this grandiose table, keith finds what he hadn't known he'd been looking for: four name placards right in a row, each labeled with a name and "Paladin of Voltron"

takashi shirogane, pidge holt, hunk garrett, and lance mcclain

keith frowns sourly at the next name, some alien duke or duchess or whatever the fuck, somebody important who has just won the diplomacy dinner lottery by being offered the seat next to the blue paladin

he looks across the table from here to his own seat, looming positively miles away across and down this long ass mcfreaking table

who made this chart anyway???

keith is still grumping about it as people begin to show up and he shrinks a little into himself, scanning the room for those familiar faces, the anticipation buzzing under his skin

he's so lost in the looking that he forgets himself and gets totally ambushed by a voice right up against his ear

"Getting on just as socially as usual, I see"

he whirls ready to FIGHT but it's allura !!! and the relief and joy at seeing her in person for the first time in multiple space-months is such whiplash that he pitches straight into her open arms and holds tight

when he recovers he takes down the mask and squirms awkwardly

allura is gentle and kind, knows he hates the diplomacy part, knows he's only here because he misses all of them, one of them in particular...

they do small talk for a bit, allura growing worse and worse at hiding her amusement as keith continues to turn and stare at the door with increasing frequency

her eyes are sparkling the way they do when she gossips and she asks him point blank "so, you must be excited to see your boyfriend again"

keith's mind goes blank "n-no" yknow like a liar

she's downright snickering at him and he still can't resist scanning the room

she throws him a bone, tells him the other paladins are running late coming back from the parade but will arrive soon

keith is like coolcoolcool no doubt no doubt but really cannot stop staring at the door and feeling like he might throw up and is his hair okay he didn't really think about this before he showed up, hasn't even seen it in actually days because he's had the suit on, and the suit is DUMB what the fUcK--

they get approached by other diplomats from various coalition planets and allura turns on the schmooze

keith checks his touchpad--there are three messages from lance

"SORRY BABE RUNNIGN LATE"

"c u so SOON :3 <33333333"

"*RUNNING"

" :D "

#long post #my writing #this isnt a fic but like isnt it though #could make it one officially i suppose #this is really how my brain works though it's in colorful bullets #so so close to being real prose but not quite #klance #keith and allura being besties #bom keith #coalition lance #ermmmm idk what else to tag this #vld ficlet #sort of #idk lmk if people enjoy this type of post or if this is pointless for u #if u like it i can do more i have lots of these in a doc #if u hate it i can be more focused on turning them into actual fics #OH NO IT NEEDS A PART TWO BC CHARACTER LIMIT LMFAO

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paperrcrownss · 10 months

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bread and circuses.

#i am about to write tags that are so long #sorry. ahem #was thinking about ideas for the pds2 designs. realized that i had not drawn #ashe (well i did once) or the trickster. went “oh ill do that real fast. wont take long. they dont need an s2 design”#looked at official designs (which i had never done ???) went “huh ??” cause they did not line up with my brain At All #took half a week to put those brain designs on paper. now we are here.#yeah i always thought the trickster was a clown/jester or clown adjacent #but some of this shit is just made up ima be real <3 #i had fun drawing it tho !! hope you had fun. looking at it ??? yeah #feel free to ask me about design things teehee #n e ways #jrwi #jrwi pd #ashe winters #jrwi trickster #( <- do people use that one or the other one)#jrwi fanart #✦ the king draws !!

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hyper-cryptic · 1 year

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An on model Vendetta Leon warm up doodle and a sketchpage I made a long time ago I forgot to post 💔😭

Close ups under the cut!

#oh boy big tag time #my art #resident evil #biohazard #re #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #chris redfield #claire redfield #jake muller #sherry birkin #also i did the sketch page before i finished re6 and i gotta say i am obsessed with jake he is Such a good written character i am actually #so flabbergasted such a character was written in re???#like actually boy got so much depth he got an arc ???? like WOW who wrote this guy and can he write all of the other re characters Please #also please i need leon acting like a dad towards sherry in games. in movies. in a comic idfc IN ANYTHING OFFICIAL BUT PLEASE!!!!! PLEASEEE #also claire acting like a mom towards older sherry please :3 #i am literally dying i beg of you #feel free to tag as chreon or cleon idk #also shake #if you tag as ship for leon n sherry or claire and sherry i will find your house

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saltpepperbeard · 1 year

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Rated T | 4k | Complete

Stede was about to sigh more, to offer up further theatrics, to playfully banter as they so often did…

Yet one word, a single word, seemed to carry more moment-shattering power than the entire crew combined. World-shattering power, really.

Because…what had Ed called him?

Stede is caught off-guard when Ed uses a new pet name on him, one that hits a little too close to home.

Read on AO3 Here

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shima-draws · 4 months

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Sanlu consuming my brain like a goddamn fungus. Please send help. I’ve already written down so many ideas for fics I’m going to blow up

Blurred bc spoilers and also some of these are really REALLY self indulgent (embarrassing) and may never see the light of day

#HELP!!!!!!!#Sanlu #One Piece #Lusan #Sanji #Luffy #It’s official. If I’ve already got AUs and am writing fics. It’s so jover <3 #Waves goodbye to Zolu it was a good run #This makes perfect sense tho bc I ALWAYS end up shipping my two favorite characters together #Sideeyes Tododeku Trustedpartner Diode Albatross and many more #Coughs anyway. I think I need a therapist #Currently crawling out of my skin for any and all Sanlu content #I have devoured the majority of the AO3 AND tumblr tags. (It is not enough.)#*laughs nervously* I’m in danger!!#Shima speaks #Ohhhh the brainrot is so real. They are literally rotting my brain. These bitches ain’t even paying me rent #FELLAS. Is it gay to tell a cute boy about your dream and decide to sail with him to find an impossible treasure #FELLAS IS IT GAY TO TRY AND SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE TO PROTECT SAID CUTE BOY.#Is it gay to get stupidly unreasonably jealous when cute boy compliments somebody else’s cooking.#The real questions!!!!!

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mountinez · 1 year

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You did not break me I'm still fighting for peace

Date & Time by Phil Kaye // Rhythms of Rebirth by Christian Bosse // Lisandro Martinez has elevated Manchester United’s defence to a whole new level // Elastic Heart by Sia // Antony of Brazil praises Lisandro Martínez // Don't Forget Who You Are by Miles Kane // Giorgio Chiellini admits he made mistake about Lisandro Martinez // Be Still by The killers

#lisandro martinez #manchester united #licha martinez #licha tag #premier league #elastic heart #this song has everything to do with him #web weaving #well hi guys!#i'm not officially back but i felt the need to post this after seeing his post #he is positive so i'm trying to build something in my mind #i'm not 100% good or in the mood to back to tumblr #i've got y'alls asks and chats and texts and i'll answer each one of you #love y'all so much and didn't want to worry anyone #i'm okayish just sad and unmotivated #thought about deleting this tumblr a million times after his injury but i didn't and i won't #also i'm writing lots of fics and i promise to post something soon on ao3 #i'll be back #i promise!

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bfish · 1 month

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a man passing between two bombs told me

“Shh, shh. Crimson Rain Sought Flower is here.” Mu Qing does not know who that is. “He’s helping—transferring spiritual energy to you. It burns a little, hm?”

It does. It does. Mu Qing breathes in, gulping like a gutted fish.

“He’s stupid strong and can’t even control it properly—should’ve let me do it. Fucking asshole.”

or: mu qing’s heart is failing. hua cheng intervenes. (feng xin loses his mind.)

mu qing-centric, 21k, mature

thank u @thedoorthatopensonitsown for beta reading

art : @barawrah

#this is part of the sick queue but here r the current thoughts #if only i took anything seriously in my life but i cant so this is the post #hehehehehwhwhe #ok i have a headache and i need to send an email bye #i have no idea how to tag this i havent posted here in seven billion years . but we persist #i was on tiktok watching a guy write 2000 h’s and he kept saying we persist #it was so awesome hope hes having a great day #i got distracted wait #i dont remember my own tag #my fic #ok #mu qing #hua cheng #feng xin #he xuan #xie lian #e ming #tgcf #fengqing #hualian #tgcf fanfic #tgcf mu qing #mxtx tgcf #tgcf fanart #tgcf novel #heaven official's blessing #bye now im waving at u like a toddler from the backseat of a car #my knee hurts so bad today im leaving i need to put cream #please tgcfers be my friends i write depressed fics and #mostly im silly

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trickstersaint · 2 months

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Poems about not wanting to kill yourself are a mood need more of ‘em 🔥🔥‼️‼️🗣️🗣️ /lh

shout out to not wanting to kill yourself for real it's so awesome. highly recommend! i'm having a great time writing poems about it haha

#very cool for real. it is also a tag now dskfghjs #not putting it in my directory but you can click on it and poems will pop up in there haha #starting my secret tag categorizations... keep an eye out for the ones that pop up without being in the directory...#they're not like. Secrets. but y'know. for those of us who like to look at patterns and such.#'aromantic thoughts on love' is one that needs to go in the directory i think. many poems in there but no official category...#this is a great reminder also that i need to do my poem for today 😭#bracken when he puts all his creative writing work off to the very end of sunday night. i'm gonna be fine and also normal dfkjghs #ask #not poetry

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s1mpactafterhours · 2 years

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Past the moon and all the stars, straight into your loving arms

☆ Kaedehara Kazuha × Reader drabble

A/N: Look I'm definitely going to have to revisit this later cause I didn't have the energy to type out a fully fleshed out fic at 4am but uuhh... here's a poetic confession kinda thing, then a drabble with your first time with Kazuha. Tried to keep it as vague as possible so hopefully it's consistently gender neutral (but if I do make it into a fic later on I doubt it will stay that way). But yeah let's just ignore whatever tf Teyvat's astronomy is for rn and just enjoy the pretty themes and romantic funky times in this ok? ok. Love y'all, hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading! xo, Aerin ♡

🔞 n/sfw bit is under the cut. mdni pls n ty. 🔞

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"You're like the sun, no.. like the stars. Silently guiding those you meet towards happiness the way stars guide their people home. Form friendships like they form constellations. Not overwhelming like the sun, nor requiring others to shine like the moon.. you provide your own warm glow that everyone can feel safe in, shining all the while not wishing to stand out amongst the sea of stars, smiling upon every wish made in your presence. But darling if you are a star then I am but the moon, who hides like a coward and cannot shine without taking the light from others. Are you too, not afraid that I will take the light from you, far before you were ever set to burn out? Or is that simply a risk that a fool in love is willing to make, to let himself collapse at the feet of his lover, promising to share his light to pull them out of the darkness.. even without the strength of the blazing sun he needs to do so."

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• After a long day of exploration and catching up upon the wanderer's return, you and Kazuha head back to your lodgings for dinner

• After being very close friends for a long time, a drunken night induced by none other than your mutual friend Venti (in which the sneaky bard silently disappeared) led to a mutual confession and first kiss shared between you both

• Ever since, you'd crossed the threshold into the territory of being lovers, albeit shakingly so at first, given the samurai's traveling tendencies. He now prefers to travel in your company, opting for scenic dates or faraway vacations with his lover

• After dinner, Kazuha asks to stay over, getting much flirtier and much bolder with this next step he's taken, inching towards initiative

• He pins you up against the wall, trailing a hand up your thigh, placing chaste kisses on your lips between his words as he speaks, painfully enticing (his eyes the picture of heaven and sin, simultaneously, archons he's so unfair)

• "So I noticed you've been styling your hair similarly to mine a lot lately.. didn't know you were just that into me" he says smugly, teasing just to get a rise out of you

• "Kazuha, I know you didn't ask to stay over just to talk about hair" you bemoan, really hoping his hand would inch just a little closer to your-

• "You're right," and with a drag of his teeth against it lower lip as he pulls back he says, "I wasn't hoping to do much talking at all." Kazuha slides his hands up your arms until he can pin them above your head against the wall

• "What were you planning to do then?" playing coy, your swollen lower lip caught between your teeth as you batted your eyelashes up at him

• "A little more of this," a kiss on the lips, "and this," a kiss on the neck, "and maybe even.. this." Still pinning your arms with one hand, he brings the other to wrap a thigh around his hip as he rolls his hardening length into your crotch

• A pleased sound escapes, from who you're no longer certain, but it only serves to spur Kazuha further; kisses get rougher, messier, needier

• Like he just can't wait another second to have you like putty in his arms or he will die without ever really having the chance to say he lived (he's a poet at heart, but a bit of dramatic everywhere else. but with kisses so divine, you'd never dare to bring the archons into it)

• Both parties only break for air when they're gasping and panting, the look in one another's eyes fervent with want, no, need

• It takes them no time at all to start feeling each other up, a mess of tongues and teeth, slowly sliding down the wall in a flurry of undressing, ridding themselves of all their unnecessary layers of clothing

• True to his word, there's not much time to speak that night, much less let out anything vaguely that coherent anyway

• Kazuha is a very (very) attentive lover, easily pulling multiple releases from his partner before they're finally joined as one

• Whereas the kisses were wild and unbridled passion, this moment of long awaited unity is gentle, an exploration of two souls bearing their love and desire for the other in turn.. marking their surpassing relationship and transcending their bond now as lovers

• Kazuha takes his time cherishing the one he's given his wandering soul and steady heart to, looking into their eyes to check in with them, smothering them with kisses, littering them with kiss marks and bites in the heat of the moment just to have something, anything to ground himself in the moment (as he quite literally grinds and ruts into them as well)

• May not seem it but this softie is quite the romantic, tries for the cliché of both lovers reaching their peak simultaneously (if not, really wants to make them feel good first)

• Basically a service top in this case, especially with emotions/tensions running so high here. But there's more to your local samurai than meets the eye.. but not for tonight-

• Pours his heart out as he gets closer (very poetic 10/10), until he's holding on so tight, all but letting out whines about how good it feels, about how good you feel, how he's losing his mind, how lucky he is to have you and to be loved by you, and at this point you're absolutely shaking around him (not just because your legs are exhausted and his stamina's got even you all tuckered out-)

• Embarrassingly loud moans of your name until he nearly chokes on one of the very moans coming out of his mouth, eyes rolling to the heavens above and beyond behind his eyelids, mouthing hollow kisses into your chest all the while

• After you two come down from your highs, he collapses on top of you, head buried in your neck as he murmurs sweet nothings about Typical Kazuha Things like your scent lingering in the air and how he hopes you'll both smell like each other cause he'd love to feel like he's got you with him in spirit even if he's away

• Lots of lazy kisses and wonderful aftercare until you both give up and just pass out in each other's arms from the sheer exhaustion of it all, after a long day to boot

• His last thoughts before the tides of sleep pull him in are him thanking every star, god, and moment that have ever led to your meeting, enamored by all that you are and all that you two could someday hope to be.

• Kazuha's always been free like the wind, but the one shackle he willing welcomed was the love that bound him by your side. Unlike the wind that can be bottled, his feelings for you never could.

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #kazuha smut #kazuha scenarios #kazuha fanfic #genshin scenarios #kazuha imagines #kazuha lemon #(don't think i've ever officially written for this fandom so uuhh idk what tags are lol bye-)#s1mpactafterhours #aerinposting #aerin.txt #aerin.writings #genshin drabbles #genshin lemon #aerin's writing #...oh gosh if i do more im gonna need a masterlist huh fkfkfj #my post #alt title: past the moon and stars right into your heart #(or some variations of it ok i didnt know wtf to title this. i usually go for very basic and short names 😭)#the very last line is prob my fav in case you couldn't tell... as is teasing kazuha hehe 🥴🤲🏻#this felt longer to scroll thru than only 1.2k words..but uuhh ima just take word counter up on that one lmao #then again i did bullet pts for once instead of my usual long drawn out stuff.. and not much backstory bc i was tired so hhhhh #open img for higher res #this is what i get for uploading on mobile </3 but anyway

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