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starglitterz · 4 months

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♡ SPICY. // PART TWO

❝ tell me what you see when you look at me, 'cause i am a ten out of ten, honestly. ❞ // attractive things the genshin men do <3

✧ feat ; albedo, dainsleif, gorou, itto, kazuha, lyney, neuvillette, scaramouche, tighnari, zhongli x gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; fluff, suggestive, (kinda???) modern au for itto, extremely suggestive for itto + neuvi

✧ a/n ; woahhh it's been like ten thousand years since the release of part one but here's part 2 finally ! i doubt anyone was actively waiting for this LOL but regardless i hope you enjoy it!

part one︱part two

✦ as an alchemist, you’d expect ALBEDO to always be in a white lab coat stained with all manner of chemicals, but he’s the opposite – he’s always dressed to the nines in formalwear, with his trademark coat layered on top of it to keep him from freezing in dragonspine. he only ever removes it when he’s visiting you in mondstadt. in the quiet of your peaceful apartment, albedo will be busy preparing dinner, and you feel like a starving victorian man when you see him roll his sleeves up, exposing the rare sight of his pale wrists. his fingers are long and slender too, but there’s something about the way the white fabric of his dress shirts clings to his forearms, emphasising his lean muscle and making you wonder if you’re drooling. you’re pretty sure he’s caught you staring way too many times, but he always just gives you a soft smile – he can’t understand why you’d admire him like this when you’re the one he’s always believed to be a masterpiece.

✦ dating DAINSLEIF is a quiet affair. he’s not one for over-the-top gestures or grand proclamations of his love, but he never fails to make it known that he absolutely adores you with his whole heart. between the two of you, you’re the one who always talks more, always chattering away endlessly about your latest fancy. but no matter what you’re prattling on about, dainsleif will always tilt his head and gaze at you as if you’re giving a speech on the most interesting topic in the world. he’ll even have a small smile gracing his lips, his usually stern expression now softening into one far more gentle. he’ll even nod and ask all the right questions, proving that he was paying attention the entire time. and if you ever feel guilty for talking so much, he’ll instantly reassure you that your voice is music to his ears, and if he could he’d listen to it forever.

✦ some days, it’s like GOROU can’t even believe he’s dating you. he’s just so adorable, getting incredibly flustered whenever you even breathe in his direction. his face turns bright red and he starts stumbling over his words, barely able to string together words into coherent sentences. or if by some miracle he manages to keep his composure, his tail is a dead giveaway – it’ll be wagging at the speed of light whenever you praise him. you could be doing the most mundane tasks like laundry or washing dishes, and he’d still look at you with heart eyes as if you hung the very stars in the sky.

✦ without a doubt, ITTO has no clue how attractive he is. once you move in together, he’ll just always walk around shirtless, even though you squeal in surprise whenever you see him. i mean c’mon, who could blame you? the oni is ripped thanks to all the hours he spends at the gym, and when you see his muscles flexing, showing off the gleaming red tattoos illustrated across his back and torso, you have to excuse yourself because you swear you’re seriously about to start barking. to make things worse, he always pairs it with those stupid baggy grey sweatpants that make you actually want to pounce on him – it’s always a struggle to keep your eyes on his face. you’re beginning to think he knows the effect though, because you always end up in the bedroom together when he wears them.

✦ KAZUHA is the type of boyfriend who adores casual skinship. wherever you are, he’ll always find some way to touch you – whether it’s an arm wrapped around your waist, his head leaning on your shoulder, his fingers intertwined with yours… the list is endless. but his absolute favourite has to be when you wear shorts. one of his hands somehow always ends up on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. it isn’t necessarily heated, it’s just comforting for him to know you’re there beside him. but you’re aware of his intentions whenever he starts doing it under the table in public, merely tilting his head to give you a playful smirk and a wink that’s imperceptible to anyone else.

✦ the entirety of fontaine knows that LYNEY is a flirtatious rascal. yet with you, he thinks he’s met his match. the two of you are constantly bantering, attempting to outdo one another in gifts and pick-up lines and dates – lynette says you both are more like competitors than partners. however, it’s just the way the both of you show affection. but there’s one move that LYNEY knows will always guarantee him the win. you’ll be chattering away, planning out your next date, and suddenly his magician hands are at your waist, fingers slipping into your belt loops to tug you closer before pressing a mischievous kiss on your lips. your shocked and flustered expression always makes his day.

✦ as the iudex of fontaine, it makes sense that NEUVILLETTE is not one for tomfoolery. but when it comes from you, he always seems to accept whatever pranks or teasing you throw his way. but sometimes, if you’re acting up too much in public, all it takes is one look from him to set you back in line. his dark blue eyes narrow as he glances at you, lifting one brow as if to ask if you’re really willing to keep going like this. that decision is up to you – will you continue misbehaving, crossing the line to see just what he’ll do? or will you be good and quiet down in the hopes that he’ll reward you?

✦ everybody knows that SCARAMOUCHE is a brat. that doesn’t change when he somehow becomes your boyfriend. he likes pushing your buttons, always wondering when you’re going to tip over the edge. even just simple requests will prompt him to reply ‘“oh yeah?” “make me.” “mhmm.”’ and it drives you up the wall. not just because it’s annoying, but also because it’s strangely attractive to see the way he raises his eyebrow and leans back in his seat, a smug smirk playing about his lips. but fear not, the easiest way to get him to behave is just by grabbing his collar and pulling him into a kiss. he’ll be so surprised that he’ll instantly go do whatever you told him to just so that you don’t see his blushing face.

✦ it’s 100% a green flag when men are willing to explain things to you instead of assuming you wouldn’t be able to grasp the concept, and TIGHNARI is a shining example of this. as the chief of the forest rangers, he’s extremely well-versed on everything related to sumeru’s jungles, and this extends to skills outside of foraging, as he’s also talented at cooking and preparing medicines. if you’re curious or eager to learn, he’ll always explain it to you in a way that makes it easy for you to understand, and even if you don’t, he’s very patient, and will answer every single one of your questions no matter how dumb you may think they are until you get it. seeing the proud smile on his face once you successfully achieve whatever he taught you is more than enough incentive for you to rush to learn even more from your beloved boyfriend.

✦ ZHONGLI is the type of lover that comes once in a millenia (which is probably how long he’s been alive too). he’s the whole package; sweet, caring, smart, not to mention handsome! (the only problem is that he’s constantly broke…) you’re lucky to have him as your boyfriend, and the first time you realised this was when the two of you were walking through a busy crowd in liyue’s bustling harbour while trying to run some errands. upon sensing your discomfort at how the strangers were unintentionally jostling you and bumping into the two of you, ZHONGLI wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him to put more space between you and everyone else walking past. once the crowd thins out, he’ll guide you with his hand on the small of your back, the warmth a gentle reminder that he’ll always be there for you.

yeah sorry i deserve to be sent to horny jail for some of these 😭 HAHAHA js be glad cyno was in part one bc the things i want to do to that man... Unspeakable

#✏️ — quill writes !#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #dainsleif x reader #gorou x reader #itto x reader #kazuha x reader #lyney x reader #neuvillette x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #tighnari x reader #zhongli x reader #astronetwrk #genshin fluff

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roseglazedlens · 9 months

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Okay let's forget about all the agents Kennedy, alcohol and trauma in RC, Ada...ect,and turn to Leon s Kennedy as Your husband's policeman 36years is receiving a promotion to Chief Police Officer cuz I can't see my bbguy suffer more :(,you can add some nsfw if you want to

thank you for requesting lovely! i'm sorry i write so much angst hahhaha, but here is a change of pace! i've never written anything purely fluff (lol) and so many characters, so this is a challenge! i hope you enjoy!

⦑ take me home ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): leon kennedy x gn! reader synopsis: you throw a surprise party for your boyfriend's last day at work after his job promotion. content: pure fluff, established relationship, flirting, alcohol, leon is tipsy, but he's cute & not depressed ab it. claire, rebecca, jill & chris works in RPD. « 1 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Today is an unusual sight for the usually hectic police department in Raccoon City. The office is adorned with balloons, garlands, and laughter, celebrating not just the promotion of a well-loved officer, Leon S. Kennedy, but also his farewell as he relocates to a new precinct.

You should be happy for your boyfriend – and you are – but part of you will miss watching over his figure from your desk, casting flirtatious grins back and forth in attempts to distract each other from the rigorous paperwork.

A banner suspends between the light fixtures, observing the lopsided words ‘CONGRATULATIONS’, strings twisted into the knot. The culprit of this handiwork, Chris, puffs out his chest proudly, while Rebecca looks at him in disbelief.

“Chris, leave the decorations to Rebecca, please.” You break apart the squabble forming between them. Rebecca smirks as Chris descends the ladder, defeated. “Don’t forget everyone, this is supposed to be a surprise.”

“Claire, where is the card?” You interrogate the next person in your line of sight, who happens to be Claire. All whilst you signal Rebecca to tilt the banner slightly upwards. “Has everyone signed?”

“Yep. It’s just you left.” She hands over the card, before resuming to the case files on her computer.

The card scrawls with heartfelt blessings from your team, a lot of ‘good lucks’, ‘we’ll miss you’, and nostalgia when he was just a rookie. He worked hard for ten years to be a sergeant, and you know he deserves this.

You pick up your pen – contemplating the words to express how amazing he is, how you will love him forever, how you will miss the sneaky make-out sessions in the work janitor’s closet.

…Marvin will be so proud of you. Yours, ....

The vibration in your pocket cuts you off mid-sentence – Jill. She is supposed to be on the case with Leon for another thirty minutes. You read the text out loud.

“I can't hold him back much longer, we're on our way. ETA in five minutes!!”

The floor scrambles in panic to finalise their positions. Rebecca quickly secures the banner with some tape. Claire is passing party poppers. Chris is putting away the ladder to the storeroom.

As Jill enters the space with Leon following behind, all the confetti releases at once.

The rainbow plastic ribbons catching in his hair like stardust in sand. You catch a glimpse of surprise in his reaction, following with a light on the corner of his lips.

“To Leon!” your team lifts their glasses high in the air, sipping beers and cocktails all night. Leon is the star tonight – you can barely talk to him without two other people buying him drinks all night along.

You catch him a whole two hours later in the circle booth, after some of the crowd has dispersed, his cheeks redden from the many drinks consumed all in a few hours. You squeeze yourself through three different people to sit yourself next to Leon.

“Having fun?” You try to get his attention by nudging at his forearm. “Don’t get too drunk though, I have to take you home.”

Leon lifts his gaze, when he sees you right by him, a grin tug at his face almost immediately. His cerulean eyes somehow more glazy than usual.

“Thank you for doing all of this. You are so good for me.” Despite the scent of beer merging with his breath, the grin on his face remains childlike. One that you only see in his drunkenness, which he lets down his guard to show more of his emotional side.

“Everyone helped. Not just me.” You are thinking how cute Leon looks when he’s drunk. “You are well-loved in here. I’m just the facilitator.”

“How about you work for me?” Leon brings the back of your palm to his lips. “I can pull some strings, now that I’m sergeant.”

“Sergeant Kennedy, using your influence for personal goals? It’s not even your first day.” You quip with a slight chuckle.

“And what if I am?” He peppers kisses from your palm to your fingers, the faint heat from his lips sizzle through your nerves. “Sure you’ll enjoy less time on the field, and more time in my office.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” You decide to let this banter go on a little further. “I expect to be well-compensated for my extra duties.”

“That will depend on your performance.” He raises a sassy eyebrow, pulling you closer until your noses touch.

“Good thing I always hit my KPI’s.”

“I do like a hardworking employee…”

Eyes fluttering shut slowly, you smile into the kiss. His lips lay gently on yours, sucking slightly at your cupid’s bow. Your bodies move closer, so close that you rests your hand on Leon’s thigh for support. The kiss deepens further, sloppier, tongues intertwined until…

“Ahem.” Chris clears his throat loudly, snapping you back to the present.

You open your eyes to find the whole table staring at the two of you. Your gaze finds its way to Jill, which she immediately, most awkwardly, rolls her eyes to the ceiling as if there is something to see there. Claire is nonchalant, sipping her beer and simply enjoying the scene.

You retract the tongue that is still shoved in Leon’s mouth. A hint of pink is running up your cheeks, you don’t need to see it to feel it. Leon, however, is unphased by the attention from his coworkers. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s knowing that he won’t be seeing these guys next Monday.

“So… next rounds on me. Who’s in?” Chris attempts to diffuse the awkwardness, which earns a few curt nods from the table.

Leon holds you by the hand, picking you up from the seat. “Sorry Chris, we’re gonna call it. It’s been a long night. Thanks for the party, everyone.”

You two shuffle past Chris and Jill out of the booth, after a round of hugs with everyone, you can practically feel Leon sprinting out the bar.

“How ‘bout we continue where we left off at my place?”

Your cheeks turn a deeper red. It seems like he will be the one to take you home tonight instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @carlosgf @sporeghost (pm me for tags) © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

#꒰✒️ rose fics ♡.꒱#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil fluff #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil fanfiction #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #resident evil #fanfiction #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #꒰✏️ rose requests ♡.*꒱#chris redfield #rebecca chambers #claire redfield #jill valentine

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ofherpinkways · 7 months

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Hyper Fixation

Cod characters x horror fan reader (GN bf/gf :) )

Summary : they ask one small question horror movie sending you into a complete hyper fixation and happy rant about all your favorite scary movies

(A/N: tbh this is mainly for myself so I can finally spill out my bottled up horror movie rants,plus this is based off interaction I just had with a friend on Snap. Our babies will be referred to as "they/them" since i wanna include everyone 🤍🩰🧸 might do a pt2)

You loved horror movies and let it be known to all. Everyone at the base knew it and it was what you were known for even to those who didn't know you fully . Often referred to as the "Horrorjunkie"

Your dorm was filled with horror movie posters,props from iconic classics and of course you had a bunch of those mini polaroid posters of all your favorite horror movies. Your body is covered in horror movie themed tattoos of all the well known villains and other scary themed things. Your left hand was covered in one giant tattoo that made it look like you were a skeleton. All of your causal/civilian clothes were the Steven Rhodes t-shirts and hoodies.

God forbid anyone lets you pick the movie during movie night . It was gonna be scary obviously. This night you picked Sinister (2012) forcing everyone in the common room. It only got worse when few of your teammates confessed they've never seen it. There you sat grinning wildly knowing the whole movie play by play. Having the ability to mentally time each up in coming jumpscare in your head laughing and smiling to yourself prepared for each scare ,glancing up at them wanting to see their reaction. The infamous lawn mower scene had just happened causing everyone but you to jump and yelp a little , instead you laughed and smiled happily at their reactions finding the whole thing amusing.

Fast forward weeks later,you were sitting on the couch scrolling your phone with " " (This is where you insert whoever you want lol). You both got bored after a while, you move and lay your head onto their lap "wanna watch a movie?" you ask looking up at them "I'll pick" you sang dragging the words smiling . They laughed smiling back "and what horror movie has the honors of your picking today mmph?" they remarked . You sat up and playfully huffed with fake offended expression on your face , putting your hand to your chest "Now who said it was gonna be a horror movie ?" you replied holding back a giggle

"you get called "horrorjunkie" for a reason " they said with a chuckle. You crossed your arms smirking "Touche", you grab the remote and start looking through the horror movie collection on Netflix " How about The Strangers ?" you ask looking at your partner . "Again ? we've watched like ten times already,why do you like it so much?"

you gasped "how could I not love it? its's such a classic !, and the timing of its release ! It was something never done before ! it scared the shitout everyone making them fear being in their own homes,making them worry when answering their door and the simple fact it was based off a true event?!?! absolutely sickening" you explained in a fast and excited manner.

And that's how you both spent the rest of your night and ranting about each of your beloved scary movies along with the cast,the directors ,the lore,the meaning and messages behind them, the remakes and sequels all of it

Going on about Scream 1996 flapped over and changed horror forever

Going on about Radio Silence was doing a great job on honoring Wes Craven on his creation of the Scream movies , as they keep the franchise

Why the Evil Dead franchise was so loved

Breaking down and explaining all of Jordan Peele movies, explaining the meaning,how their connected in way,why Jordan writes the way he does, why it's better to show and not tell

Giving off examples of movies that were clearly inspired of Peele's work

Talking about Ethan Hawke is perfect for horror movies

How his performance in The Black Phone shocked and scared everyone

Even though they may not get horror movies the way you do. They love the way your eyes lit up,love hearing the excitement in you voice, loving how animated you became when talking about horror movies. They enjoyed how happy the movies made you so they sat smiling up at you the whole time as you talked for what seemed like forever but they didn't care

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eliteseven · 14 days

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Not the same anon but I would also love jealous Shadowheart HCs. A one shot would be amazing if you can but no pressure!

Lolllll

Jealous Shadowheart HC's, by Popular Demand (3 ppl).

I've long said this, but Shadowheart doesn't do jealousy. I think she's never had to. She grew up in the cloister- we know she mentioned having secret trysts or flings or w/e, but no serious relationships. She thought she was training to be a weapon, really. So...relationships- monogamy- I don't know if it ever crossed her mind? Probably not her scene.

Also, while I love her confidence, "I know I'm beautiful, but it's nice of you to say" etc. I think she's accustomed to suitors bending over backwards for her, but a lot of the time it was superficial- none of them knew her, it was purely physical.

All this to say: she's never had the inclination of being possessive of anyone, until...Tav.

Tav comes along with her stupidly tender touches and that look she gives Shadowheart, like she's the most resplendent being she's ever met. Shadowheart realizes she wants that all to herself forever. But Tav loves everything about her- her temper, her less than composed moments. For the first time in her life, Shadowheart's in love 💕

Shadowheart isn't oblivious- Tav is beautiful, she's going to get her fair share of attention. Tav's a people person, and she has a background in nobility- which meant a lot of schmoozing and cajoling. She has a way of enticing people- but unlike Shadowheart, she's never really weaponized it. She isn't really aware of how she draws people in (which pisses Shart off lol)

Most of the time, Shadowheart is content to let it happen. But for those lingering gazes on Tav? The way the barmaid touches her arm when she leans over suggestively to serve her? Nah Shadowheart is not standing for it! She will tilt Tav's chin and kiss her senseless in front of the entire tavern. If there are bedrooms (or perhaps even a hidden corner) Shadowheart is making use of them immediately.

Maybe it's a little residual Sharran domme energy in her, but Shadowheart expresses her discontent in the bedroom by marking Tav up. The camp pretends not to notice Tav's neck the next morning. (Tav fully encourages this behavior 😅)

The one subject that riles Shadowheart up every time: Tav's past in Cormyr. I won't mince words- Tav was a noble, pent up in her estate with stuffy rules, dying to live, bound for an arranged marriage she wanted no part of.... When Tav gets to Cormyr, she has a time. 👀 She might not be as experienced as Shadowheart, but she's certainly picked up a thing or ten in the near decade she was there.

If Tav has a "close friend" from her past in Cormyr that she references fondly every once in a while, whew...Shadowheart can't help but imagine who might have had her Tav wrapped around their finger.

Now, IF Shadowheart were to ever meet this friend, say she made it to the cottage for some ungodly reason:

Shart would obviously try to play it cool (She's too proud to admit she's jealous outright). Instead, she's draping herself across Tav, sitting on her lap, stealing kisses. She's generally very kind hearted now, but idk I can see her reverting back to her old ways for a bit. She’s definitely making some of those famous biting comments.

Tav tries to defuse it and keep her even keeled but sometimes it's so hard bc Shadowheart is pettyyyyy 😭💀

Tav: So, why don't we swap stories? Do you remember-

Shart: Yes, Tav, do you remember the night we bathed in the pools outside the House of the Moon and you spread my-

Tav: -Anyway, have you met Buttons?!

(I will try my best on the one shot but I have so many WIP's at the moment so maybe we can work it in elsewhere?)

#bg3 #shadowheart x tav #nls series #oc: serena tavyndír #anonymous #ask #my hcs

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magical-wishies · 3 months

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To love or not to love, that is the questio-

Ok whoops wrong reference. Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I made a MV of the song "Darling Dance" by Kairiki Bear featuring my favourite little tricksters for the occasion!

I'd rather you go straight to Youtube to watch it because Tumblr always finds a way to cut the quality, lol.

Eng subtitles are available too!

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Here it is! Hope you enjoy my pride and joy. Basically like a hopeful child but in video format. Reblogs are specially appreciated because Youtube sucks at promoting new channels!

This also acts as a behind-the-scenes post, so let's get straight into that, shall we?

MV Project 1 "Darling Dance"

Illustration time: 37 hours

Editing time: Approx. 30-35 hours

Total: 70 hours

*Cough* Holy freakin' moly does making an MV take so long. Before you roll off your bed, I'll say that part of the reason making the art took so long was because I have trouble drawing Marx consistently.

Here's some unused assets! Look at them, they're all salty over not making the cut.

In all seriousness though, a lot of times I don't really see a lot of editors/ MV makers getting appreciation for their efforts. And now that I've personally experienced making an MV for the first time, it's also increased my admiration to the people who dedicate their time to this! All the kudos to them.

Now, I'll go scene by scene then comment along the way! Spoilers ahead!

Verse 1

Pretty good for what it is. In the first image, you see that heart behind Magolor? I discovered the motion of it on complete accident lol. Capcut is hard to figure out..

I also really like the color palette of 2nd image. That art of Marx was the last one I did during production (aka I drew it this morning), and just look at him. He's such a bastard he's the best.

Pre Chorus 1

Mmmm yeah it sure is the pre chorus! I put a bar behind the text in the middle because I didn't want people to stare into their soulless eyes for too long. That probably worked!

1st Chorus

When I first added in the expression change, I fangirled over it a little on the first rewatch. Like, come on! They suddenly look mischievous, and the color change on the background! I know I drew it but still!

For the rest, I experimented a little with all the "Nah"s! I think it ended up well. Most of the lyric editing in this MV is completely original, so I had a couple of things to try out!

Verse 2

This song is horrifically outdated because it says Twitter instead of X!! (/sarcasm)

This scene is my second favourite. I'm really proud of the details on the tabs and the editing at the beginning! Wish I could put more images but the app only allows ten. Bummer.

Pre Chorus 2

I think it's cute, and I used it as my pfp on YouTube! That's about it though.. image limit is killing me I can't put anything here :(

Chorus 2

...Not gonna spoil it! I like how I drew them, but there ain't anything notable. Unless you look at the last image I put right before the bridge. :)

Bridge

This is where my editing comes in freakin' clutch. Ooooooh it's so satisfying to look at. Chef's kiss. Also those Marxs (Marxes?) are really cute.

The second part of the bridge is nice as well! I tried to make the lyrics snap to the rhythm. Glad I added that tv effect in the bg too!

Chorus 3

This scene is my favourite! Wanna know why?

This sequence right here. I think I will etch it into my brain forever... I love me some snappy editing. Like a lot. Like a lot a lot!

The second part of the chorus is like the original song's MV! I loved the hearts popping in and out whoever thought of that is a genius. Putting it into the MV was a good decision!

And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy the MV as much as I enjoyed making it. And, stay tuned for next time! I have a feeling a certain jester is getting his own solo MV...

Feel free to leave your thoughts either in the Youtube comments section or here. See you around!

#kirby #magolor #marx kirby #marxolor #blood sweat and a lot of tears were put into this..#curse me and my need of adding ribbons and pink to everything (/j)#i really do hope you all will like it though! all the best.#Youtube #flashing #cw flashing

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magicxc · 1 month

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Holidays

Pairings: Survey Corps - their fave holidays

Word Count: 871

Warnings: none

A/N: I considered Japanese holidays for this bit but then laziness got the best of me. Like most pieces I create with these characters a lot of how I envision them will relate to western/modern culture in some way or another. Though they probably won't celebrate half of the holidays I'm about to list, I want to reiterate that this is my idea of the traits these characters possess and also they are not real.

Eren - Christmas

Eren is big on family, especially the family he’s made with Armin and Mikasa. It’s clear that he stands ten toes down behind them and when he gets his own family, it’ll be much the same. I actually think having kids will bring out the fluff in Eren and he’ll be that obnoxious holiday parent that's doing the most with decorations and presents. But it's honestly the atmosphere that gets him going. The holiday cheer, the kindness, the emphasis on giving - he loves it all.

Levi - New Years

The new year signals a new beginning but also the close to another chapter. Each time Levi makes it to a new year he’s thankful but mostly shocked. From life underground to humanity's biggest threat, he never knows when disaster might strike. But, when the clock strikes 12 it's a moment of relief, one where he can sit back and relish in the thought that he’s made it to another trip around the sun.

Erwin - Fathers Day

Lmaoo I'm not tryna make Erwin sound egotistical at all, but I was also running out of popular holidays. The day the Scouts headed to their mission to plug wall Maria was the first time we saw them get a standing ovation and it was also the first time we saw Erwin express such vocal excitement. Even though he can come off a bit aloof, I thought it was fun to see him in that way. That being said I think he’d enjoy being celebrated and can even play up the wowwwws at the macaroni necklaces and handprint construction papers lol. He would love and take care of his family obvi but it’d also make him feel good to feel that admiration in return.

Connie - Thanksgiving

You feed this man and he’ll love you forever. It’s his favorite holiday because it has back to back benefits. There's tons of food, a four day weekend off from work, and the opportunity to spend time with his family. He’s the type to pitch in money but over the years Connie has been more inclined to learn how to cook and has even started bringing in a dish. He’s most excited to try a Friendsgiving as he considers them family as well.

Jean - Valentines Day

I firmly believe that Jean is a romantic. I don't think he’d be the most creative at gift giving lol but it’s certainly the thought that counts. On valentines day he goes all out - teddy bears, flowers, chocolates, etc. ya know, the usual. Although his gifts are very on the nose and sometimes he needs to be spoon fed the information, what he lacks in creativity, he'll gain in experience; learning to step his game up as the years go by. Again, sweet guy.

Onyankopon - Easter

He more so likes the spring break aspect of it. With the flowers blooming and the sun making regular appearances, it was usually the first sign to what summer would be like. Ony enjoys traveling, meeting new people, and experiencing different cultures. So although spring break was meant to party, which he did, Ony always made the time to immerse himself in the customs of whichever country he visited. Now as an adult, he still indulged in his version of spring break as he always enjoyed the mini relaxation that it brought about; thinking of it as his summer outside of summer.

Reiner - Independence Day

Reiner is over the whole patriotic thing, however he can't help but enjoy the events that take place because of it. There’s literally a bbq happening on every corner so he’s for sure house hopping for a plate. There's all sorts of sales and Gabi is making him put that wallet to USE hunnie. And while he doesn’t mind, he more so enjoys their time spent together. There's also the beautiful fireworks that light up the evening sky. And at the end of the day he gets to spend his remaining time with family, gathered around over good food and even better vibes.

Armin - Mothers Day

Armin is def the type to dote on his wife. Hard day at work? He’s rubbing the stress out of your shoulders. Hungry? He’s cooking and prepping lunch for the week. Overwhelmed at work? He’s booking you a spa day. Armin literally adores his woman and enjoys any chance he has to celebrate her and Mothers Day is no exception. Expect him and the kiddies to hand make you some arts and crafts, cook you breakfast, and plan the holiday around your desired interests; with him making sure, at the end of the day, to show you why you celebrate the holiday in the first place.

Floch - Halloween

He’s big on the spooky vibe but not to a concerning extent. Like many others he just enjoys the activities surrounding it. This is actually where Floch flourishes in creativity and fun. He’s making spooky themed treats, decorating to upstage the next door neighbor, and enjoying all the movie classics. Let's not even get started on the lengths he’ll go through to make the most life-like costumes and the parties where he shows it all off?? Top mf notch! Bonus points for getting some action at said parties.

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devildomditzy · 1 year

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imagine mammon getting him and mc into a serious accident and mc ends up losing an eye or something and he feels so bad but mc still loves him ,, like angst but with a sweet ending :')

Accidents Happen - Mammon x MC

Lol i couldn’t think of what to name this one we’ll give it a better one in post

Part one of ?

TW: Potential body horror, lots of angst

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“Pleeeeaaassse”, your voice rings out to him from your position where you sat on his bed. Your sweet, beautiful, annoyingly cheery voice.

“Yer not comin’, MC. Like I said this place is dangerous for demons, let alone some little human like you.”

Mammon doesn’t spare you a glance as he continues grabbing miscellaneous items and shoving them into his bag. Increasingly becoming frustrated with his lack of attention, you hopped off the mattress and skipped your way over to his closet, where the second born scoured through his belongings. When he turns towards the sound of your footsteps, he is met with the saddest pout you could muster.

“Please Mammon! I promise I can handle it!”, you whine, blinking up to him with wide, puppy dog eyes.

“Gah! Don’t look at me like that! L-like I said, it’s for yer own good!”, he blushes, eyes looking anywhere but at your pleading expression.

Gently, you reach forward and grab his hand, running circles over his knuckles. The way he tenses up at your touch is not lost on you. A few touches and the right words could make the avatar of greed putty in your hands.

“I’m not just some regular ole human, I’ve survived down here long enough!”

You read his features, still finding him less than convinced. Time to roll out the big guns.

“Plus, if I’m in any danger.. I know The Great Mammon will save me. You know, being my first man and all… he’s so powerful and strong and-”

“Okay! Fine. You can come with me, ya spoiled brat.”

Sweet, sweet victory.

While you spin around and do your small happy dance, the demon before you can’t help but smile widely at your antics. Of course you’d be fine, you’ve some how managed to survive down here in the Devildom just fine. You’ve somehow managed to make pacts with him and all of his brothers. You’ve charmed everyone here, even the demon prince himself. What’s one small trip to the depths? And it’s not like he wouldn’t be with you every step of the way.

Really, what was he worried about in the first place? He should have told you to pack a bag as soon as Lucifer told him about the “favor” he was asking (forcing) him to do for Diavolo. Just maybe he wouldn’t let Lucifer know he was bringing you along…

“Alright, go pack yer things and meet me back here in ten, alright? If your comin’, yer gonna hav’ta listen to every word I say, capeesh?”, he questions, eyes narrowing in on you as you raise one hand to your forehead in salute.

“Aye aye, Captain!”, you giggle before running off towards your bedroom. Your not exactly sure what Mammon is venturing for yet, he’s kept it pretty vague as to not pique your interest. When will he learn wherever he goes the human is sure to follow, you think, smiling to yourself. Plus, no way you’d pass up a chance to see Devildom territory previously uncharted by yourself. This was the chance for adventure! A chance to not be cooped up in the dorms! A chance to skip class!

Not knowing exactly where you are going or what you are going for aside, you shove what you assume might be useful in a “hostile environment” (hairbrush? toothbrush? the mace Asmo gave you for downtown? an extra pair of shoes?), and haul your bag and yourself back to the bedroom door of your first man, finding Mammon staring down at his D.D.D impatiently.

“Ya know, you take forever gettin’ ready”, he complains, not braking eye contact from the device. “Oh, says the boy who takes forty-five minutes on his hair every day!”, you tease back. Mammon’s face shoots up at that comment, expression hurt as he feigns offense, “That was supposed to be our secret!”. He brings a hand up to defensively splay across his chest, turning his face away from your direction. “Can’t believe ya. I’m offerin’ to be yer tour guide and this is how ya treat me? I outta charge ya.” “How’s this?”, you ask, rolling onto your tippy toes to place a chaste kiss to his cheek. Just like clockwork, his skin flashes a bright pink and he begins stuttering. “H-hey! Ya can’t just do that outta nowhere! T-trying to distract me n stuff - We got a very important mission ya know!”.

You smirk up at your very flustered first man, “By all means, after you”, gesturing towards the hallway that leads to the front door.

Flying was a sensation you’d never get used to, you think to yourself. Ever the showboat, Mammon has taken to the Devildom skies with you in his grasp many times before, but each trip felt new. The bristle of the cold wind against your skin, the pit that formed in your stomach when you glanced down. It didn’t help now that you wore both your bags, your backpack strapped against you and Mammon’s duffel bag across your side. They felt weightless with the way he carried you, but your mind couldn’t help but wander to the notion of how much faster the extra pounds would make you plummet towards the ground had you fallen from this height.

He picks up on your nervousness quickly. He wasn’t born yesterday, and while he isn’t the smartest of his brothers, he knows your anxiety when he sees it. “Just hang on tight”, he reassures, yelling over the roar of the wind, “I’ve gotcha. Wouldn’t let anythin’ happen to ya either.” You notice the grin that plasters across his face as you tighten your grip around his neck, but decide not to tease him. After all, he could tease you right back for the warmth spreading across your features.

You don’t know how long you’ve been flying for, but you do know the atmosphere has taken a turn for the worst. The air has become thick, almost like a fog that was hard to take in. The landscape below changed drastically, as the bustling city began to disappear and buildings became fewer and fewer, until all that was left was pointy, jagged cliff formations and cracked rock stretching for miles. You fail to think of anything the Demon Price could possible need from a barren wasteland like this. You’re ripped from your train of thought as Mammon’s begins your descent down.

He sets you on your feet gently, stepping back to give you some room to bush yourself off. Your hands shoot up to flatten your fly-aways; You still wanted to look good in front of him, even if you were in the middle of a stretch of desert. “We’re almost there, it’s just about a mile up ahead”, he points outward, and your eyes follow the direction of his finger. “Why aren’t we flying in”, you question, almost innocently as you continued to fix your hair. “Cuz,” he responds “they like to shoot things out of the sky.”

Beginning to worry that maybe this journey wasn’t for you, you keep close to Mammon as you both set pace for a larger crack within the oranged Earth beneath your feet. “When we get there, just follow my lead ‘n stay quiet, got it?”, he instructs. “I can’t have ya steppin into any deal makin’.” You figure now would be as good a time as ever to ask, “Hey Mammon, what exactly does Diavolo need you to get anywa- Woah!”

Your train of thought is cut short as the opening you both were seeking comes into view. Now, peering down into the large gash in the rock you see a large, bustling city. Market stalls line the streets for miles, shrouded in darkness, attended by people who seemed less than savory. You feel a hand touch the small of your back as Mammon takes a breath. “Be careful when we go down, n’ don’t leave my side for a second.”

Through twisting turns and back allies of disheveled buildings and litter lined streets, one thing is clear: your first man knows his way around these parts. “So, do you come here…often?”, you ask honestly, ignoring the irony of the statement. Ever his cocky self, you receive a “course ya wanna use a pickup line of The Great Mammon! But uh… I usually only come here on business.”

“Oooooh, so there’s illegal casinos around here?”

“O-Oi! I never said that!”

“But you were thinking it, right?”

“Shut it, half pint!”

A little bit more walking leads you both to what seems to be his desired destination, a wide street lined down the sides with various booth and vendors of all different shapes and sizes. You curiosity wants you to ogle and browse every table in site, but Mammon’s iron clad grip finds its way onto your hand, seemingly knowing your thoughts before you could even say them. “This ain’t the type of place to be window shoppin’. They’ll con ya out of all the grimm ya have. Hell, once they see yer human, they won’t stop til they con ya outta yer soul.”

With that notion, you decide it best to let him lead you straight on, sucking your head down as to not make eye contact with strangers that were suddenly finding you very interesting and very out of place. You walk for a minute or two before Mammon’s pace comes to a halt in front of a crowded table filled with various bottles and potions, specimens and creatures enclosed in cages. The bubbling of the entire table would have distracted you, if not for the more interesting character behind the booth.

Standing behind his wears sat what appeared to you as a walking reptile, a lizard on two legs - wrapped in a cloak and blinking his large, orb like eyes on at a time at the two of you. His tongue shoots out of his mouth, licking his eye before he speaks. “Aaahh, Avatar of Greed - What a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the honor?”

Mammon rolls his eyes with distain for the title as opposed to his name before responding. “Yup, it’s me. And ya already know what I’m here for, alright?

The creatures eyes look off into two different directions. “But of course! I was hoping maybe this time it’d be different. Perhaps, you’d like to trade… that is a fine specimen you brought with you, Avatar.”

It takes Mammon a minute to realize the “fine specimen” the shop keep was referring to was you, but once he does, you can tell he enters attack mode.

“HEY! The humans not for sale ta’ you, or anyone else in this damn dump, got it?!”

The shopkeeper laughs to himself as he turns his back to you and Mammon, disappearing into his tent before re-emerging with a slender bottle filled with swirling, silverish liquid. “Relax, Avatar of Greed - It was merely a joke!”

“Yeah? Well i’m not laughin’!”, Mammon barks out, hand coming down to snatch the bottle from the lizard-like creature’s hands.

The merchant continues to laugh before speaking once more. “Aaahh, it’s always a pleasure, Avatar of Greed. Do give the Demon Prince my humble greetings…and be careful with that potion…precious cargo and all…”, he ominously trails off.

“Yea yea yea, I got it. An’ quit callin! me that!”, Mammon snarls as he shoves the bottle into your hands. His annoyance getting the best of him, Mammon doesn’t realize just how much force he shoves the bottle with until he hears a crack and looks over at you.

Standing dazed for a split second, you register the feel of the liquid splashing over you. The first thing you feel is the burn. It covers your hands where Mammon tried to hand you the glass bottle, your chest where it had splashed up on you, and your eye, your left eye where it hurt the worst, where you reached a burning hand up to clutch it, only worsening the potions spread. You scream in agony.

“Oh, that’s too bad…damaged specimens never sell for much”, the shopkeeper trails off, seemingly now losing interest in you as you writhed in pain. It takes a second for Mammon’s feet to catch up to his brain.

Running forth he grabs you, pulling you into his embrace, ignoring the liquid which now splashed onto him, burning the surface of his skin. He could heal just fine, you on the other hand…

At your wailing of his name, Mammon turns to shop keep, claws out. While careful not to hurt you worse, the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. “WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT VIAL!”, he spits through his barred fangs.

“Oh..It appears I may have gave you the wrong one…little accident is all, Avatar of Greed. Allow me to grab you the correct vial,” the lizard like creature continues, seemingly unaware or uncaring of your intense pain.

Holding you in the grip of one arm to his side, Mammon reaches over the table with his clawed arm, grabbing onto the shopkeepers shawl and lifting him slightly into the air. “Ta hell with the vial, get me some kinda healin’ potion! Somethin’ to stop their pain!”

The shopkeep seems unfazed by his behavior. “My my, looks like someone wants to draw a crowd! Unfortunately there’s nothing I can do to reverse the effects of the silvervine’s serum.”

“Ya better find somethin’ or I’ll hurt ya twice as bad as they’re feelin’ right now!”, Mammon growls, aura shooting in a such a threatening way you’ve never experienced before.

The creature begins to look meek at the threat. “I can’t do anything, but I can tell you the name of a sorcerer who may be able to assist.”

Mammon’s grasp quickly looses on his robes and he shoots his attention towards you. “Solomon!”, he exclaims.

With that, Mammon carefully cradles you in his arms and flies faster than he ever has back towards R.A.D, back towards Purgatory Hall.

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satancopilotsmytardis · 13 days

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77 wish fulfillment? curious how you interpret this one

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Shigadabi

Contents: Daddy kink, feminization, praise kink, oral sex, come swallowing, grinding.

I decided that 'wish fulfillment' means to write whatever kinks I was in the mood for at the time of writing lol

You can also read on AO3 right here!

Dabi is not going to pretend that he can't be a cantankerous bastard when he bothers to pay enough attention to the people around him to actually express his emotions. But he doesn't think that necessarily warrants the entire PLF running in the other direction when they see him in the halls outside of meetings. He's never even set anyone on fire here. But fucking whatever. Maybe he's extra cranky because Duster hasn't been home in a month. Maybe he's extra, extra cranky because he's going to be gone for another three. Whatever. It's his prerogative to be a dick as long as he's getting his work done.

But apparently someone said otherwise because when he walks into his and Shig's room, Tomura is inside, waiting for him.

"Dabi--"

He immediately sets a fire in his palm. "Not fucking funny Toga, knock it off."

"Not Toga, firefly." He says, eyeing the flames. "I set this up with Twice before I went into the tank."

Ugh. Dabi clicks his tongue. "Set what up?"

Despite the fire still being in his hand, Duster, or at least the double of him, still takes a step closer to him. When he doesn't get set on fire, he moves in close and catches him by his wrist, pulling his hand to the side gently to keep the flames away as his other hand cups the side of his face. "I was hoping that maybe you would be missing me by now?" He murmurs, and Dabi kind of still wants to light him on fire. He just also really wants to lean into his touch and turn into a puddle.

"I miss you. You're not real."

"The only thing about me that isn't real, is that if I get hurt, I'd leave you behind."

And Dabi's resolve crumbles like his lover has wrapped his hand around it. He douses the flames, and the next second has his hands in his hair, pulling him into a hard, needy kiss. Tomura kisses him back and it's the same way he always kisses him, deep, and passionate, and full of his love-- something Dabi had grown addicted to even before Duster had ever told him the words. He kisses him and Dabi's chest tightens with everything that he's been trying so, so hard to push away, to not let himself think over the past month. But it strangles him now, barely leaving him with enough breath to croak,

"I miss you," When they part.

Duster doesn't hesitate, pulling him in closer and holding him tight. "I miss you too. Having to leave you is the hardest thing I've had to do, firefly." He strokes his hair as Dabi clings to him, overwhelmed by how badly it has hurt to be alone when he's not. The rest of the League is around. He has plenty of work to do to keep busy. But not having Tomura here has left him feeling like someone shoved barbed wire into the hollow place that opened in his absence.

"How long--"

"As long as you need me, precious."

Forever then.

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Tomura, the double of him, wasn't being hyperbolic. Though there is a condition. The double is only around when Dabi isn't working, and he never ventures outside of their room. In part it's to ensure that Twice doesn't have to worry about not having access to his full quirk 24/7, and in other part, it's because if he starts with a new double every day, Dabi can't build a divergent relationship with any one double from what he has with the real Tomura. The double, affectionately, considers himself a toy or a trophy husband, for the most part. He, for the eight to twelve hours he exists when Dabi tells Twice he wants him, exists solely to give him non-stop love and affection that Dabi would never admit to needing, but that everyone in a ten mile radius can see he fucking apparently needs at this point to function. He still tries not to have the double every day. He doesn't want things to feel different with his Tomura when he comes back. But he does break down and let himself have him around once a week. And doing that is enough to get him through another month of his lover being gone.

His lover, also, apparently knew that he wouldn't take as much time with the doubles as he was offered, and came up with a backup plan to ensure that Dabi is always spoiled. Every two or three days a new present shows up outside of their door. Sometimes it's something as small as a few packages of his favorite snacks, sometimes bath products so he can soak in their tub and de-stress. Sometimes it’s bigger things, a new e-reader, new clothes, new toys for him to enjoy by himself or with a double. They're surprises that leave him with the knowledge that his lover never stopped thinking of him even as he moved forward with his treatments. They're a constant promise that he isn't being ignored.

When Dabi has two days without anything to do, he barely has to glance at Twice before he gives him a thumbs up. He doesn't know if the other has told anyone else about this arrangement, but he hopes not. He finishes up what he's working on as Twice departs.

///

Tomura is waiting for him in their room when he gets back to it and Dabi immediately chucks his coat onto the back of a chair and goes over to the bed, where his lover is waiting, tapping away at one of his games.

"You're going to be furious if you beat that level that you've been working on while you're not even here." He mumbles, losing his boots too and then climbing into the bed. Tomura lets him worm his way closer and rest his head on his stomach.

"I thought of that, there's a separate save file for the doubles."

Dabi snorts slightly and cuddles up closer. He just wants to be close for a little while, and getting to hear his lover tapping away at his game is more relaxing than he ever thought it would be. But after another couple of minutes Tomura saves what he was doing and puts the console to the side. Then his hand goes to his hair and he strokes it, nails scratching across his scalp until Dabi is a completely blissed out puddle. They stay like that for a while, and Dabi considers going to sleep, just letting Duster hold him until he slips under, but... there's a low curl of heat that is simmering in his veins.

Dabi shifts a little, turning his face into Tomura's stomach and pressing a soft kiss to the muscles he can feel beneath his thin shirt. The hand stills in his hair but Dabi doesn't look up at him. Instead he presses another kiss a little lower as his hands shift to rub up his thighs. That makes Shig's go from petting to threading his fingers through his hair, tugging at the locks gently until Dabi has to look up at him. His eyes are already hot on him when he gets his attention, and that only makes Dabi's need spike more.

"Daddy," he pleads, the word barely loud enough to be heard. He... doesn't ask for this very often. It's something that can go sour in him at the drop of the hat if he doesn't initiate it, but sometimes... sometimes this feels so good. And after a long week, knowing there are more long weeks before Tomura is really, really back, he wants something that's going to put him so deep into his subspace that he won't even notice how much time has passed.

"Oh? Do you want to be Daddy's princess this weekend, sweetheart?"

He nods weakly, moaning softly as he feels Shig start to harden a little against where their bodies are pressed together. He always loves it when Dabi gives up control like this so completely. He won't have to make a single decision for the entire weekend. All he has to do is listen to Daddy and he'll be taken care of. Tomura is always trying to take care of him, but he really likes it when he's allowed to just melt away to nothing but his sub.

"Okay, baby girl." His hand strokes through his hair one more time before settling around the back of his neck. "You look so cute there, but you're always cuter with your mouth full, princess."

Everything else slips a little sideways, and Dabi feels like there's syrup slipping through his veins because his movements all feel slow as he gets his hands in Tomura's waistband and extracts his hardening cock from the fabric. His mouth waters immediately, his clit starting to blush too because Daddy always tastes so good and makes his mouth so full that his head ends up empty to make room for him. He stays on his stomach, and lowers his mouth over him, being messy as he tries to make him wet so that he can have him inside as soon as possible. Daddy chuckles at how eager he is, but doesn't make him stop, and before long, Dabi is moaning as he gets his head on his tongue.

The angle isn't perfect for this and Dabi knows he won't be able to do as much as he normally does unless he shifts, but that doesn't matter because once he's in his mouth, Daddy takes over. He strokes his hair and gently coaxes Dabi lower and lower until he's stretching open his throat as much as he can. Daddy rolls his hips slowly, getting Dabi to bob his head in the same lazy rhythm, and Dabi just closes his eyes and lets himself feel good as Tomura fucks his throat more gently than he thinks anyone else has ever managed.

He's so far gone that he doesn't hear him give a warning, but Dabi doesn't care. He doesn't need one. Daddy can use him however he wants and he loves having his mouth full of his cum anyway. The taste of him overwhelms his senses and Dabi moans around him as he swallows and sucks to get every drop warming his stomach. But that just makes him notice how warm and tingly all of him has gotten as he weakly humps himself against the sheets with a whimper. His clit is blushing so much now, and his pants and underwear are definitely wet. Daddy takes his softening cock out of his mouth and Dabi whines, not wanting to be empty, and shoves three fingers between his teeth to stay a little more full.

Tomura chuckles softly. "My needy princess, come here, Daddy's going to help." Dabi reaches and Daddy makes him take his fingers out of his mouth, turning him so he's cozy between his legs and his back is resting against Daddy's chest. Then, he gives him his fingers to suck on instead, as his other hand reaches down to undo his belt. Dabi runs his tongue along Tomura's skin, moving it between his fingers, along every curve and bump of his knuckles. Other people are afraid of Daddy's hands, but he loves them. Daddy's never hurt him with his quirk unless he asked for it.

Not going to hurt him now as he reaches between his legs to his aching, leaking clit. Dabi moans loudly at the first light touch, only reaching inside enough to pull him out. But his fingers don't stay wrapped around him. No, he cups his hand over his pink clit so that he's held against his palm. Dabi waits, the edge of his pleasure right there, but he knows he has to behave.

"There, princess. Let Daddy feel you."

With his mouth full he can't thank him, but he thinks Daddy knows how grateful he is when he starts to rock and grind his clit into his palm. That friction makes his nerves sing and a blush go even hotter across his cheeks. Daddy doesn't wrap his fingers around him, doesn't stroke him, because little girls don't need that to make them feel good. They just need to grind their clit against something or have something filling their pussy to make them cum. He doesn't know how those thoughts, how being this for Tomura can be so humiliating and feel so good at the same time. He doesn't ever want to have to figure it out either. Not when he can just know that it's good enough that in a matter of just a few thrusts, he's gliding so much more easily against Daddy's palm because his clit is drooling constantly.

Dabi is drooling around his other fingers too, forgetting to swallow enough as he arches back, pushing his hips harder into the touch with muffled, needy moans. He clutches onto the sleeve of his lover's shirt, trying to get it harder than he can on his own, pulling at the fabric insistently, but that just earns him a chuckle and a kiss pressed to his temple.

"Just like this, princess. I know you can do it. I know how sensitive your pretty clit gets when you want to slip under for Daddy." He teases a little more, his middle finger pressing a little more deliberately between his piercings so that Dabi can feel every bump of the metal just beneath his skin as he moves a little faster. "You can do it, beautiful. You don't have to think about anything else while I'm here. I'll make sure that you have everything you need, baby girl. Just let go, firefly."

The sweet words pressed against his temple send him over the edge with just a few more twitchy, aborted thrusts, soaking Daddy's hand, and the mess immediately dripping onto his clothes. And Dabi manages to completely turn off his brain. His fog rolls in, dense and heavy, and all he can do is slump against Tomu and let him decide what needs to happen next.

Cuddles seem to be the first order of business. Daddy pulls him close and peppers his face with kisses, nuzzling against him and telling him how good he was, how pretty he is, how much he loves him. And Dabi soaks up the praise and affection like that alone could fill all of the broken places inside of him he keeps trying to shove embers in. but when Dabi starts to feel sticky and uncomfortable, he barely squirms before Tomura is shifting off of the bed and picking him up, carrying him towards their bathroom.

He takes care of him, of every fleeting need like he can read his mind, and Dabi floats. Tomura makes it so that he's not a lieutenant helping to command an army, he's not a ghost of vengeance come back to haunt his father, he's not alone again just waiting for the first person who's ever loved him to come back-- he's soft, and cherished, and safe. The double is real, and it's not, it's something like the plush moth on their bed that's there to help him cope, and he loves Tomura more than words can express knowing he has both to help take care of him while his lover is gone.

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luna-redamancy · 1 year

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hii 💖

hope you had a lovely holiday & that you’re doing alright c: we have a new kitty her name is sweet pea she’s a little darling.

if I may request a human!reader courting an orc, one who’s decent enough that for their little spouse they don’t go after the other races if asked, getting introduced to their spouses friends ( like maybe the hobbit company or the lotr’s company ). I’m curious what you’d come up with an how things go— like orc spouse is trying their hardest to be on their best behavior but is awkward about it since they don’t often hang around the other races.

If that’s to confusing lol can I have you do headcanons or something with an orc trying to court human!reader?

( I’d prefer male or true gender neutral reader pretty please )

Hello, my dear!!! Sweet pea sounds adorable! What breed is she??

I hope you enjoy this little mix of drabble and headcanons, I went with a male reader and a lovely Himbo Orc:

Honestly, your orc husband is just so enthralled with you.

Can you say obsessed but in a hyper-healthy way, because yes he is? Anything you want, you got.

Being polite to everyone when you two are out in public? Done.

Not throwing a punch at a racist elf that had a thing or two to say about you two? He’ll do it, but just for you and not wanting to make you upset.

He initiated your courting with presenting you with a blade, crafted by his own hand with intricate runes in the handle that expressed his care for your heart.

Then it went sort of spiraling from there.

You noticed your windows were drafty and made an annoyed comment about it the next morning when he asked how you slept, how each wind gust sent a shudder down your spine. You came home from work to new windows installed and no mess.

He always wants to take care of you. Hard day at work? No worries darling, he’s cooking dinner and offering to rub your sore muscles after a nice bubble-bath he made for you.

“Welcome to the party-Oh,” Bilbo reared back, as if physically trying to stop himself from verbalizing his surprise. You had talked about bringing your spouse to this gathering, but he never expected an orc.

“Welcome, welcome,” Bilbo got over his surprise as your husband introduced himself, smiling politely and moving to the side to allow the two of you entry.

“Who’s at the door?” Ori called from the kitchen, exiting while holding a slice of bread- eyes wide and curious.

“(Y/n)! Welcome, laddie!” Bofur pushed past Ori, rushing to give you a hug whilst your husband stood awkwardly to the side.

“Who’s this?” Bofur said, noticing the tall fellow awkwardly admiring Bilbo’s knicknacks.

“That’s my husband, he doesn’t get out much,” You murmured lowly, trying to convey the silent message to take it easy on him.

Bofur gave a knowing nod before releasing you from the embrace and moving towards your husband. “Bofur, at your service!”

Your poor orc husband tried his hardest not to exert any strength as he shook the dwarf’s hand, seemingly holding his breath until Bofur moved on to go find Bombur in the pantry.

You two caught eyes and he gave a tentative smile, making you melt internally. He was trying so hard to not frighten anyone or worry you.

A himbo who drinks “I love my husband” juice on the DAILY

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venusvity · 1 year

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As promised, FLOWERBANK Entertainment released their 2023 artist roster and the trainees they set to debut this year on their website.

Many were overjoyed to see the once missing now seemingly found VENUS leader, Baebi, with a new headshot alongside the other four members of VENUS. This is the first real sign of life from Jung Yoonah after a Year of disappearing from promotions and social media though she has yet to officially come back to either of those yet.

Check out VENUS' stunning new artist profile pictures!

Though VENUS fans rejoiced at the reunion of OT5, DeepDive fans were met with not as joyful news. An hour before their roster was updated, Flowerbank released a statement stating that DeepDive's leader, Han, would not be signing to the agency and leaving DeepDive.

Han is one of the original five members in DeepDive and has been with the group for nine years, originally debuting in 2014 under STORMEDIA before being transferred to Angelico. Many fans were stunned to see him leave the group while many weren't, saying he lost interest in idol life since the death of Noah Son which he's expressed publicly many times.

"I'm sorry to our sirens who are hurt by my decision," Han writes in is departure letter, "After nearly ten years with DeepDive, I believe it is my time to go. This has nothing to do with Flowerbank Entertainment, they've been very supportive and loving in the short time we've negotiated working together, more so with my disinterest in being an idol at this point in my life. I've been through a lot with this group, given up so many things, and lost a lot but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I will always love DeepDive and the members but it's time for me to go home. I will always support DeepDive. I will always support and love Jisung, Finn, Kiwoo, Noah, Woobin, Cam, and Jacob as well as the previous members. Thank you for an amazing decade (let's round up lol) I am forever grateful."

Han has mentioned his interest in acting and becoming a soloist in Japan. The members have been very supportive of his decision, with both Jisung and Finn posting photos of them sending Han off at the airport while the other members posted one final group photo on their respective Instagrams.

Despite the sad news, their Flowerbank artist profile update left many fans curious as to what's next due to a seventh photo of what appears to be a blurred male with the text "Coming Soon" leaving many fans to speculate and theories to fly around.

Check out DEEPDIVE'S stunning new artist profile pictures!

This seemingly marks a new and brighter era for the artists, many of them expressing their joy and excitement for this new chapter.

[ +1029, -384 ] no one should be shocked about han leaving seeing he tried to terminate his contract in 2018 and angelico threatened to sue him lmao good for him

[ +863, -271 ] BAEBI IS ALIVE!!!! AND SHE'S HOT!!!

[ +726, -485 ] every time deepdive loses a member they drop a banger so everyone say thank you han

[ +620, -139 ] kiwoo always the main event

[ +578, -387 ] YOONAH LOOKS STUNNING OMG 😭😭

[ +502, -208 ] i hope sirens are nicer to the new member than they were to cam. they were so cruel to him 😭

[ +458, -139 ] oh chloe means BUSINESS

[ +453, -87 ] the venus girls are glowing!! all of them look so beautiful and bright. i can't wait to see what they do!!

[ +324, -108 ] kiwoo: omg im the only one serving cunt rn 😭😭😭 this is soooo embarrassing 😭😭😭

#╰ * VENUS : development ⧽ burn it to the ground .#fictional idol group #fictional idol community #kpop fanfic #idol oc #kpop oc #fake kpop oc #kpop au #idol au #kpop addition #idolverse #oc girl group #bts addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #oc kpop group #stray kids addition

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quintessencewrites · 1 year

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Breathe

ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

"It's like deja vu, isn't it baby?" Riri questions giddily, arms thrown around my neck.

Warnings: Fluffiness, mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 2k+

Tags: @letitias-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @zestgodtj @doms-fav @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @k3nn3dyxo @dayjlovesromance @remwritess

A/N: this took forever to get out :( but best believe, I got some good things in the works for y'all. This series is gonna continue until I run out of ideas.

A/N 2: This is NOT Desire pt. 2. That's coming! I wasn't expecting yall to want more to that so gimme some time to think it up lol.

Translations: Genius yam entle - my beautiful genius; usana - baby; nkosazana yam - my princess.

Inhale, Exhale.

Again.

Inhale. Count one, two, three, four.

Exhale and release the anxiety; release the tight muscles.

The technique learned after two years of therapy always proved to be helpful, especially during times like this.

A sudden force on my back pulls me out of my meditated breathing and throws me back into the chaos that surrounds me. Voices drowning one another out and a sea of white gowns overtook my senses.

“It’s like deja vu, isn’t it baby?” Riri questions giddily, arms thrown around my neck. I take the pretty brown hand dangling in my face and adorn it with the most gentle kiss I could muster.

Hmm, my vocal cords hum. “I’m pretty sure the roles are reversed this time.”

Riri smiles her beautifully smug smile. “Please baby, I let you come first.” My glossed lips plant another kiss on my Riri’s delicate digits. “Yes, you did,” I whisper.

A big, stupid grin forms from ear to ear, and her expression soon mirrors mine. I notice the blush start on her neck and creep to her cheeks. A scoff releases from her throat and the eye roll confirms the dirty thoughts that flood her big brain.

“You earned it, ma. I let myself fall behind because of Iron Heart, but you stayed on top of your shit.” I smile at the praise, opening my mouth, ready to respond. The loud voice booming over the speakers halts my words.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats. The Commencement Ceremony for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Graduating Class of 2022 is about to begin.”

Inhale, Exhale.

Riri kisses my cheek, “You ready Miss Valedictorian?” I don’t answer.

Inhale, Exhale.

“Inhale and exhale,” my girl speaks, possibly reading my thoughts. “You got this. You earned this. I will be right behind you and that beautifully big brain.” At the same time, the crafted beads upon my wrist vibrate and a script appears before me.

‘Genius yam entle. Inhale, exhale. I am so proud of you. Walk across that stage and show the world why you are MIT’s top graduate.’

The beam is etched onto my face and I turn to Riri and catch her eyes leaving her kimoyo bracelet and returning to me. Her smile is just as big and bright and lovely. “Shuri?” I ask, already knowing the answer. My Riri bobs her head and darts her gaze in the direction of what must be the crowd behind the drawn curtains. “She’s out there, cheering us on.”

“Please, aide me in welcoming our top graduates, Valedictorian Sade Davis and Salutatorian Riri Williams.” The blaring voice ensures anyone within a 25-mile radius can hear the announcement. Riri grabs hold of my hand, the beads on her right arm kissing the same ones on my left.

Inhale, Exhale.

We walk out onto the stage together. The sunlight acts as a strobe, shining bright on us, and the crowd is so massive, the people in the back appear Ant-Man sized. The first ten rows are filled with the rest of our graduating class, adorned with caps and gowns so white, they become blinding in the natural light.

The following seats are overflowing with friends and family and loved ones. Riri gives my hand a squeeze before she releases it to retreat to her seat behind the podium I’m making my way to. My eyes search the mob of people, praying for some familiarity.

Inhale, Exhale.

Iris and Honey are seated side-by-side, because of course they are. Iris’ swollen belly is as round as a beach ball underneath her graduation gown. I flash them a smile, knowing my godchild is almost done cooking in there.

Inhale, Exhale.

I spot Riri’s mom next, so relieved to see a face from home. I share my smile with her as well, and its returned with a wink.

Inhale, Exhale.

I don’t have to look far for Mama and Cici; they’re seated right next to Ronnie. My eyes water when they rest upon Felicity. Mama waited until I was a junior in college to start from scratch. Though a newborn she was, this baby had my heart.

“I love you,” Mama mouths, and I copy her words, throwing them back at her. Even from this far, I see the tears roll down her cheeks and the pride in her gaze.

Inhale, Exhale.

Shuri. My Queen, sitting next to Mama. Her highness holds a babbling Cici in her arms and at the sight, the tears pour from my eyes. It was happiness; the past two years had been nothing but. I look to the clouds, thanking Bast and King T’Challa himself for blessing me so.

“Ladies and Gents. They’s and Them’s.” I grin at Honey and they flash me a heart formed with their hands. “We fucking made it.”

Gasps litter the crowd. Good, I’ve got their attention. “1,461 days from the first time we stepped onto campus. And now it’ll be our last. I have never experienced a more bittersweet moment and I have never felt so blessed to have experienced it with such a group of people.” Smiles float across every person present.

“I love you,” I spoke honestly and slowly. “I love those of you who held me when I cried.”

Inhale, Exhale.

“I love those of you who kicked me while I was down.”

Again.

“I love the two who showed me a new type of love. MIT graduating class of 2022. All of you beautiful people with beautifully sculpted brains…” My voice dropped an octave, the echoing of the mic subsiding. “I love you,” I emphasized.

“You all better go on to do something fucking great.” The return of the explicit hushed the crowd, but in the same breath, they roared. The air vibrated with excitement. Everyone was standing and it was sincere.

If I could smile any harder, my face would break in half. I step away from the podium, ready to find my seat, but Riri is standing there gleaming. Her arms are spread wide, welcoming me. I gladly accept and fall into them, allowing her hug to envelop me in pride and adoration. She pulls away first, hands still attached to mine, and plants a tender kiss on my lips. “That’s my girl.”

“Riri Williams,” the loud, faceless voice exalts. My Riri struts access the stage, cockiness emitting her every step. I rise to my feet, hands burning from the claps and voice scratchy, overwhelmed by my cheers. A shrill scream comes from the crowd, drowning out the rest of the applause. “That’s my baby!” Ronnie cries. My Riri’s confident swagger diminishes to a bashful one and her head dips as she grabs her diploma and returns to her seat next to me. “Damn, I knew the woman could be loud, but for Bast’s sake, she’s fourteen rows back.”

I let loose the laugh I’d been holding back for the sake of her feelings. Her intense eyes narrow at me and I plant a kiss on her cheek, a peace offering.

“Sade Davis.”

My turn.

Inhale, Exhale.

One foot in front of the other and I’ve found myself at the top of the stage. The crowd was roaring, I could see that much. But it was silent. Except for them; their voices.

“Fuck yeah, mamas!” Riri comes from behind me.

“That’s my baby, that’s my baby!” Mama ferociously claps as she exclaims.

“That’s her baby; You go, baby!” from Ronnie.

Honey’s cheer is just a cluster of hoops and hollers and Iris’ is a delicate clap and an excited nod.

“Nkosazana yam, my princess. My brilliant, beautiful princess. You did it, usana,” rings from my Shuri like airy bells.

Diploma in one hand and tassel in the other, me, Riri, and the rest of our graduating class simultaneously move the garment from right to left. Cheers erupt and a flood of white caps go flying.

“So, what’s next?” Shuri asks, sprawled across the center of the mattress. Riri answers from her right side. “What do you mean? You two leave for Wakanda in the morning. I’ll join you next week after mama takes me on her ‘My Baby Graduated College’ tour from one relative’s house to the other.”

We were laying in Shuri’s usual hotel room, all exhausted from the day’s activities. The ceremony, the celebratory dinner, and the surprise party in my suite thrown by Honey. I lay on Shuri’s left arm, tucked close under her. My eyes were fluttered shut, but sleep hadn’t overtaken me yet, so I listened in quietly.

“After that, my loves.” Shuri sits up, warranting a protestant whine from me. Riri scoots closer, taking the Queen’s place while her highness turns around to face us. “Where will you live? Or work?”

“Wherever the job offers come in from,” Riri responds, the ‘duh’ in her tone evident. “What if you get an offer in Chicago and Sade gets one in Japan? We keep doing the long distance, only with all three of us on different sides of the world instead of only me?” The worry in Shuri’s voice is so strong, I have to sit up as well to glance at her face.

“My love, what’s wrong?” I ask, confused as to why she’s so upset. “I do not want to be away from you two anymore. I miss my girls.”

“And we miss you,” Riri says gently. “I hate going months without you, we both do. But what do you want us to do?”

The words escape Shuri’s mouth before I think even she is ready. “Come to Wakanda with me.”

“Shuri,” I state slowly. “We are coming to Wakanda with you, baby.”

Her highness grabs both my hands in hers, yet she can’t look into my eyes. “Usana, move to Wakanda with me.”

The breath escapes me and Riri’s silence confirms the same for her. “Move… to Wakanda?” Shuri’s nod is slow and careful, almost afraid of what we would say.

Riri speaks first, “Shuri, we just graduated. We worked hard for these degrees, man. What about work? Wh-What about our families? What about my garage?”

I grab her hand and pull her face to mine. “Ri, you’re rambling. Let’s just talk for a second.” To Shuri, I take hold of her other hand. “Shuri, my love. Riri is right. What about our careers? I didn’t go through 4-years of schooling to move out of the country and not use the degree I’ve worked my ass off for.”

“There are jobs in Wakanda. Sade, usana, my country needs a director over the Talon Fighters and the Dragon Flyers. And Riri, I could always use a hand in the lab. You can build whatever your heart desires, in a space thirty times the size of your garage.”

Ri’s mood picks up at this. “Thirty times?” Shuri nods with a small smile creeping across her features.

“Okay hold on,” I find myself interrupting. “Shuri, the offer is amazing, but it wouldn’t be fair if you just handed me the job.”

The tiny smile that crept is now a smirk that cascades. “Who said anything about handing you the job? You gotta interview just like the rest of the qualified people who want it.” I can’t hide the shock on my face. But the challenge behind her words intrigues me.

I crawl across the bed into Shuri’s lap, straddling her and intertwining my arms around her slender neck. “Okay…” I say cautiously. “What about our families? I got Mama and Cici. And Iris is gonna be giving birth in about a month.”

“Yeah,” Riri chimes in. “I’m all my mama’s got.”

Shuri kisses my cheek and reaches over to pull my Ri close as well. “We have access to the fastest aircraft in the world. And a maybe future director,” she teases and I roll my eyes playfully. “To fly you back home whenever you please, as often as you, please. Or to bring them to us. Whichever my princesses prefer.”

With a questioning gaze, Riri and I look at each other, then back to our Queen. “Are we really considering this?” Ri asks the smile on her pretty features hinting at her answer.

“I think we are.”

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purgemarchlockdown · 6 months

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3/7/21 Amane - 8 mikoto - 12 mahiru - 6 kotoko

(Hope you don’t mind my asking so many ^^;)

No problem! I Like answering these! Again I'm assuming your asking for Tsumi's since that's the most recent one I reblogged...if it's for the other one do tell and I'll do that one too!

Amane:

3. favorite non-mv official illustration?

THE MILGRAM SECOND ANNIVERSARY ONE!!!!

I LOVE THIS IMAGE! I LOVE HOW SAD AND HORRIFIED SHE LOOKS! I LOVE HOW SHES LOOKING UP AT SOMEONE! WHO IS IT! WHO FOUND HER! MILGRAM TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHO FOUND HER-

God I've been trying to find an excuse to talk about this image Forever. It sticks in my brain, I'll be doing things and suddenly this image will pop into my head and make me sad.

(Plus I just noticed but it contrasts real nicely with her third anniversary image, Amane looking up with a scared expression/Amane looking down with a distant one, fun times)

7. favorite relationships with another character if they weren't in milgram, the way you'd imagine or would like them to be?

Huh that's actually kinda hard since...well...yknow. It's sort of hard to imagine her meeting anyone here without the murder. For multiple reasons...

If were assuming its either a "nothing bad happens AU" or she got out of her cult somehow...I think its still the 0308 friends lol. What can I say I like the pals too much! I think they should play video games together.

21. do you have any similarities with them/relate to something in them?

*takes out ten folders filled to the brim with papers* Yes.

I won't talk about it too much since a lot of it is personal stuff but Amane is really relatable for me in a lot of ways. She reminds me a lot of when I was younger actually...

For a not super sad one: When I was younger (and still now actually) I would always get really frustrated whenever I thought people didn't take me seriously or treated me like I was stupid so Amane's hatred of it feels very familiar.

Mikoto:

8. what is your theory for their crime? if there is general consensus on it in the fandom, do you have any other, not-so-widely-accepted thoughts on it?

Hm...I'm pretty sure my thoughts on it align with the general consensus. I think their was at most three victims, I don't think he killed them on the train, I think John is throwing himself under the bus to protect Mikoto...and the rest Im not really sure.

Mahiru:

12. what do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

Oh so much- one of these days I'll break down societal exceptions of love and romance and how that interacts with Mahiru and how idealized and unrealistic her version of love is...one of these days...

It's not like that isn't discussed in the fandom but most discussion I see of Mahiru is about her crime so I'd like to talk more about her character.

Kotoko:

6. favorite relationships with another character in the prison?

Hm...Am I allowed to say Es? I think their dynamic is really interesting and Kotoko's pretty isolated from everyone else. "I'll be your fang" is just...hmm...Kotoko...

#asks #ask game

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Joel is so proud: He can finally afford to have Lenny Bruce perform in his club. He wanted to surprise Midge, but in the end he is surprised by Lenny and Midge's "friends but maybe something more" relationship. Yes I want Joel to suffer lol

"You will not believe who I got for the club for Friday night."

Keep reading

Midge lifts an eyebrow as she sets her bag down and sits at the bar. "Don Rickles."

"Nope."

"George Burns."

"Midge."

"Is it me? Did I get my gig dates mixed up?"

"No!" Joel cries as he hours her a martini. "Lenny fucking Bruce. Lenny fucking Bruce is gonna play my club! Mine! Friday night, ten o'clock start!"

Midge stares at him, her mind racing at the words. "Oh."

"Oh? All you have to say to me is Oh? I get the best in the business here at this club, this one? And all you've got for me is Oh?"

Midge takes a breath and smiles. "That's great, Joel. Really."

"You're coming."

"I...maybe."

"Midge."

"I might have a gig."

"You don't. Susie says you took that night off."

She had. Because she knew Lenny had a show and she wanted to see him and then after, grab a drink and then after that-

"Oh, that's right," she covers. "Yeah, I just- needed a little breather."

"So you'll come here, you'll watch the master do his work. Maybe he'll even give you a few pointers. I mean - I know you've met him, cuz you opened for him that one time, but Susie pulled those strings, right? Musta been a helluva bribe."

It hadn't been.

He did it because he respected her.

She's not sure if he loved her then, but he certainly does now if the very private love letter settled in Midge's purse is anything to go by.

"Right," Midge agrees without anything else to say. "I uh...uhm...I'll be there."

"Yes! Good! Drink your drink, Midge. It's a great fuckin' night."

She does in one gulp.

Fuck.

****

"You're playing the Button Club."

"Yeah. Newer place," Lenny nods as they share a quiet dinner at his place. "My manager set it up. Thought it'd be good to get me on a different stage."

Midge nods slowly.

Lenny narrows his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I just- it's- nothing," she says quickly. "You know. It's fine. I'll be there."

"Midge..."

"The owner's name is Joel Maisel," she blurts out.

Lenny stares at her. "I'm playing your ex's club."

She nods.

"Huh."

"He doesn't know about us," Midge explains.

"What's there to know?" Lenny asks, grinning a little. "We have dinner sometimes, that's all..."

Midge huffs. "Yes. We...have dinner. And then we fall into bed, and you leave very long, really beautiful love letters for me at Susie's because she and Papa are the only ones who know about us."

"Then...maybe it's time we made this more official," he concedes, settling his hand over hers. "You know how I feel. You've told me how you feel...maybe..."

She takes a breath and watches him carefully, and realizes that there’s not a trace of nervousness or trepidation on his face. He looks so hopeful; his expression so open to her, and she can’t bring herself to tell him no.

“The press is going to eat us alive,” she says. “They’re going to yell about my having gotten successful because I’ve been fucking you, and they’re going to bitch and moan that you’re not as funny as you used to be because you have me. My mother will hate me for a little over a week. My ex might hate me forever.”

His face starts to fall, but she takes his hand, holding it tightly.

“Fuck it,” she smirks.

He smiles, then, slowly, and then tugs her close to kiss her.

*****

“Good, you’re here!”

“Joel, we need to talk,” Midge tells him.

“No time, the guy’s gonna be here any minute, and the place is packed.”

“That is a good crowd,” Lenny comments from behind Midge.

Joel turns to see him standing there, holding Midge’s coat for her. “I thought you’d- I heard you were usually late. I- Hi.”

Lenny nods. “Hello.” He holds out a hand. “Lenny Bruce.”

Joel nods, looking dazed, shaking the offered hand. “Yeah. Hi. I. Hi. Joel Maisel. I own this place.”

“It’s nice,” Lenny tells him.

Midge turns to him, then, taking both their coats and resting a hand on his. “I’m gonna go grab a table in the back.”

Lenny nods. “I’ll procure the drinks.”

“Mr. Bruce, I uh-”

“Lenny’s fine.”

“Right. Lenny. Right. There’s a green room, if-”

“I thought I’d just hang out with Midge until my set,” Lenny grins, before turning to the bar. “Hello. Scotch and water, and a martini up with a couple of olives, please.”

Joel watches him, staring a hole through him. “You uh…you know Midge’s drink.”

“Yes.”

“I taught her to drink that.”

“I’m fairly certain she already knew how to imbibe liquid when you met, so that’s likely not all that true,” Lenny grins.

“You came here together.”

Lenny nods. “We grabbed a bite before we got here. Nothing too heavy, so I won’t be throwing up on your stage, don’t worry.”

“Right,” Joel says numbly. “Excuse me.”

Lenny sighs and grabs the drinks before following the shorter man to the table Midge has staked a claim on.

“You’re seeing Lenny Bruce.”

Midge takes a breath, standing primly with her chin up. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“You’ve been seeing Lenny Bruce. You were seeing Lenny Bruce when I told you about this gig, you probably knew before I told you.”

“I actually didn’t,” Midge says. “We were keeping a low profile before, but…we…talked it over, and we figured this would provide the perfect opportunity to start being more public about things.”

“Oh,” Joel says.

“But. Yes,” Midge nods, as she takes her drink from Lenny. “We’re seeing each other.”

“So no one knew?”

“Susie. Papa. That’s it.”

“Kids don’t know.”

“They do not.”

“Imogene doesn’t know.”

“No.”

“Your mother.”

“God, no.”

Joel nods slowly. “You coulda told me. Should have told me.”

“Why?” Midge asks, bewildered.

“I told you about Mei.”

“After we’d drunkenly gotten remarried in Vegas?” Midge reminds him. “And you freaked out, accused me of sleeping with everyone on the Shy Baldwin tour and then ran out? Is that what we’re talking about? Because I feel like standing here, fully clothed and not hungover is a perfectly humane way of letting you know.”

“Oh great, you’re throwing that in my face now?”

“Okay,” Lenny interjects. “The point is, we’ve been seeing each other a little, and now…we’re seeing each other a lot. End of story.”

“Fine,” Joel snaps. “Good. I’m very happy for you.” He shakes his head and turns towards the rest of the crowd. “Hey everyone!”

Midge squeezes her eyes shut. “Fuck.”

“Hey everybody! Midge is sleeping with Lenny Bruce! Theyr’e dating now!”

The crowd mostly cheers.

“Good for you, Midge!” One of the cocktail waitresses cries. “He’s tall!”

“I wouldn’t kick that out of bed!” A woman at another table calls.

“Me, neither!” A man adds.

Lenny can’t help laughing with everyone else at that. “Yes, thank you all, very much, for your positive feedback, we appreciate it.” He pulls out a chair for Midge then, and she sits, obviously unsure whether to laugh or cry.

“You’re going to have a very interesting set,” Midge says, smiling sheepishly.

Lenny nods and sips his drink, grinning back. “Can’t wait.”

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #Midge/Lenny #aaaaaaaand Joel

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tennessoui · 1 year

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Hello! I am primarily a silent lurker online (so apologies if I’m doing this incorrectly), but I wanna thank you for the treasure trove that is your blog! Your aus are wild and beautiful and absolutely delicious. Over the past few days I have spent oodles and noodles of time scrolling through all your different tags—I’ve become a bit obsessed. Normally I stick to reading on ao3, but I’ve learned how to use the tumblr app for this blog and only this blog. I’ve turned on notifications (again, for this blog and only this blog). I’ve saved thirty-something screenshots. I’ve made designated bookmark folders. I have essentially built an underground bunker-archive of tennessoui content that can withstand the apocalypse.

Your creche rivalry au in particular has seized control of my body, mind, and soul.

(I imagine that baby Obikin pre-Valentine Disaster Day would have had the most disgustingly sweet greetings for each other every single morning, even if they had a sleepover and saw each other ten minutes prior. I can see them walking into the same room and making eye contact and—the air purifies. The flowers bloom. An angel choir starts singing somewhere in the background. Their creche mates need to get checked for cavities daily, their creche masters express concern to the doctors about diabetes, and any Sith within a three mile radius of Obikins’ twin megawatt smiles are instantly vaporized. Palpatine is only able to move in on Anikin after the boy starts hating Obi-Wan. In the meantime, it’s blindingly bright, hopelessly besotted, puppy-love-smiles all around.)

I place this humble offering at the altar of your divine authorial temple (and I can all but promise I will be back with more). Please have a wonderful day.

omg omg omg this is an ongoing omg

first of all this is so sweet and also incredibly flattering 🥺 thank you so much for trying to understand how tumblr works just for my blog i honestly still don’t know how to work tumblr and I’ve been here for years!!! and omg the idea of screenshots 🥰🙏 what is worth screenshotting on this blog I promise you can find shit posts anywhere lol

BUT omg no I love the crèche rivalry au and I haven’t thought about it in so long but this art and headcanon for it is just so absolutely beautiful ……

Like holy shit holy shit?? I love their expressions and they’re so cute and innocent and he says “hi obi” which is pure Anakin characterization and then obi-wan says “good morning Anakin” which is in turn just as perfect of a characterization for obi-wan!!!

You’re incredibly right these two babies were just in such puppy love that it had a similar effect as radiation poisoning, and everyone around them had to take shifts to not overdose on it all

Gosh this is so incredibly cute—I think there are only a few posts that focus on them as babies in the crèche in that AU tag, but you’ve given me an amazing reason to try and write something for that era of them (maybe a ficlet/fic that is equal parts their disastrous Valentine’s Day as absolute babies and then the Valentine’s Day they have when they’re older and adults who hate each other) because holy shit I’m obsessed with how cute this is!!!

Thank you so much for drawing and reading and subscribing for notifs from me even though tumblr is a weird place even for people who have been on it forever (me) —if you ever wanna come out of lurkdom again I’ll welcome you with open arms this is amazing work and I’d love anything you could draw for the obikin fandom!! You’re so talented 🤩💙 and so sweet 🥰🥺

#asks #though honestly if you unsubscribe from me I would so totally understand #I will post like 50 times a day sometimes I can’t even stand it #but this is so awesome to get and I really really love this art I’ve saved it #and im gonna look at it forever #I need more baby obikin in my life like this and you did it so well 💙💙💙💙

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