#Mari’s 900 Surprise!

[anemptypuddingcup]

luffy trying to get his pretty little wife pregnant? omfg ill actually foam at the mouth LIKEEE

Y’ALL HAVING THESE WONDERFUL IDEAS, I LOVE Y’ALL!! I damn near got carried away with this one.

Luffy & Breeding.

He presses sweet little kisses against your ear while his hand groped your breasts softly, a little smile appearing across his face. You giggle against him, a bit surprised at his loving affection. He never did it often unless it was something a bit serious or he was feeling some type of way. Maybe he just felt more sweet and loving than usual.

“What’s gotten into you Luffy?~” You giggle, turning your head and pressing your lips against kiss. Luffy nips at your ear, his breaths heaving against the shell of it before he sighs heavily. “Wanna do it bare…I wanna feel you.” He whispered to you. Your eyes widens and your perk up from his words.

“You…You mean without protection Luffy?” You asked, staring deep into his eyes. He grins. He climbs over you, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at your body. He slowly grows harder from his thoughts. The thought of seeing your tummy swollen with his babies made him flare up with arousal.

It was so sudden but Luffy really wanted to see you pregnant. The baby fever was hitting him hard and he wanted to have his children with you soon.

“Wanna put a baby in ya…Wanna make ya a mama~” Luffy whispers to you, his hand trailing from your breast to your tummy. He pats your tummy before giving you a little smirk. “See? Wanna see ya tummy full f’my babies, Shishishi~” He snickers.

You couldn’t help but to be speechless at his words, your hand pressed over your mouth as you were filled with shock. The precious little man hovered above you, staring at you before he made another move. “Ya wanna be a momma? Ya wanna?” He asks eagerly, his hands cupping your face.

You think intently. You weren’t really prepared to have a child, then again everything is so up and sudden with Luffy. Even if he never thinks of a plan, somehow he makes it work. You smiled softly. “You wanna be a daddy Luffy?” You asked him. He trembles from your question, a heavy sigh leaving him.

“Fuck yeahhh~”

“Lemme getcha pregnant mamas~”

You smile wider.

“Make me a momma Luffy.”

***

You breathe heavily against your pillow as you buried your face deep into the cotton. A lengthy moan leaving your sweet lips while Luffy continues to pound his cock deep inside of your sloppy cunt. His fingerprints lefts dark marks against the inside of your hips as he held onto them tightly.

You hear him huff and groan heavily indicating that he was close to blowing another load inside of you again. “Ahh~ Ah!~ S-Shit take this one t-too!~” He gasps, his cock twitching deep inside of your aching hole. You let out a dry mewl as Luffy cums inside of you one again, his cock kissing your cervix as he tried his damn hardest to fill you up to the brim.

A heavy breath leaves both you before Luffy pulls your hips up higher, making sure that his seed would stay in you at all cost. You moan out softly as he chuckles, pressing a loving kiss to your neck.

“Cmon~ Lemme fill ya up some more. That’s not as nearly enough.”

#Mari’s 900 Surprise! #one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece luffy #op luffy #luffy smut #luffy fluff

[mostlyghostie]

New book stickers have arrived!

I was thinking of which book opinions I needed represented in sticker form before drawing these, the books that first came to mind for each are as follows (all opinions entirely my own):

Either Adored or Loathed This, Not Sure: The Magicians by Lev Grossman- what a brilliant story filled with such unreadably unlikeable characters!

I Need to Read the Sequel Immediately: I have so far started all of the next Robin Hobb books the minute after finishing the previous one. I can't actually sustain that pace unfortunately because they're all 900 pages long.

Extremely Sad, But in a Good Way: All of my favourite books are this- most particularly the Elizabeth Strout's Olive Kitteridge books and Marilynne Robinson's Gilead books

Loved, Loved, Loved This Book: The last book I immediately decided was my favourite before I even finished it was The Fortnight in September by RC Sheriff, in which nothing happens except an English family goes on holiday in the 30's. Fucking brilliant.

So Good That I Bought a Fancy Special Edition: The only fancy special edition I own is His Dark Materials, it is indeed very good and important and wonderful.

Shouldn't Have Bought This, Never Going to Read it: 90% of the non-fiction books I buy that aren't about the Beatles sit unread and unloved. I have been meaning to read SPQR by Mary Beard for several years..

Didn't Understand a Word of This: I read 200 pages of Darkmans by Nicola Barker when I was at university and tried to reads the whole Booker longlist once. It made me feel like I'd forgotten how to read English

Relevant to All of My Very Specific Interests: I read Piranesi by Suzanna Clarke in one sitting, slack jawed in surprise at how exactly 'for me' it was. Unreliable narrator! No real explanation as to what is going on! A fantasy about characters rather than medieval England-ish settings and magic systems! So so fantastic.

This Has Not Aged Well: I pushed my way through to the end of American Pastoral by Phillip Roth, but my word.

How about you?

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#artists on tumblr #books #booklr #illustration #bookstack #his dark materials #literary fiction #elizabeth strout #stickers

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

20 questions for fic writers!

Ooo, this look fun! Thanks for the tags, @lumosatnight (x) and @anaxandria-writes (x) ! This is going to be interesting since I've only started writing again a few years ago, so I'll do what I can to make this writing-centric. This is also probably going to be rambly AF, so you've been warned. And onwards!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

118 (39 are fics, and the rest is all art). That number will change because it's spooky season, and there are definitely some fun things being posted for that very soon.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

91,266, but if you exclude a couple of collabs where I only provided art, then it's down to 68,276. I have a few works that are hidden and haven't been "officially" released yet because these are the WIP text fics I've talked about before, and they need more TLC!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter (31)

Teen Wolf (8)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Little did I know [HP: Perciver, T, 2.5k]

There's a guiding light [HP: Perciver, G, 1.5k]

Love me like that [HP: Perciver, T, 2.5k]

Help Me Out [TW: Sterek, E, 3.3k]

It's Enough For Now [TW: Sterek, G, 300 words w/ art]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

You know what's funny? I had to take a break from answering for quite a while, and I just started replying back to comments to most recent works yesterday. So, progress! I really do want to show some appreciation to folks who have read and viewed my work, especially across multiple fandoms and ships over the last couple of months. The multi-fandom life is a tricky one to balance, but I'm hoping I can reply to a batch here or there when I have a chance to eventually get caught up with the backlog. If I haven't replied back yet, please note that I have read your lovely comment, but I just haven't had a chance to string together some words to say thank you! I cherish each and every comment I get, especially if I've made someone smile or their day a little brighter with my creations.

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

I've actually been in a whumpy phase lately, but I posted up The Walls Came Crashing Down (TW: Sterek, T, 4,242 words) maybe a couple of weeks ago because it's a Bloody Mary fic, and there was a near-death experience included. There's also so many terrible feels, crying and trauma after that happens. It's hopeful but yeah. I've been wanting make something like this for a long time, so I'm glad I finally did because it was such a fun and challenging fic to write (while keeping it at that exact word count :P).

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

Navy and Gold (HP: Perciver, G, 900 words) for Cruel Summer Fic fest, because I was given a song that had a lot of fluffy family vibes, and that's usually what I don't write? But I turned it into a wedding ficlet, and I think I surprised myself because it came out really well. Especially in such few words!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten some weird comments on both fic and art. More of the kind where someone wanted or expected a certain thing, or they were questioning that something was missing. Anyway, some friends have defended my honour or else tell me that those commenters weren't worth it, so I'm glad to have that kind of support!

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

Once upon a time I did not write PWPs. Ever since I came out of writing hibernation, PWPs have definitely slipped in. That's how I actually started writing more when I challenged myself to write drabbles for a smut workshop for Kinkuary. Now, I love writing sexy and kinky microfics and drabbles because they're short, quick and punchy. I've recently graduated to writing a couple of one shots (and heyyy, I'm actually working on a couple for Kinktober as we speak ;D). Kinkuary and Kinktober are usually my inspirations to get things written out anyway, but I'm open to other challenges too. There's a reason why A Study in Kink exists as an HP fic and art series. At this rate, I may need to make a new series for Sterek Sexy Stories. The amount of Sterek smut ideas I have kicking around in WIPs rn is kinda insane. But also, porn with feelings. <333

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

Not in the traditional sense. The most I've done is add in fandom references into a fic. So for Teen Wolf, I've been adding in little elements from Supernatural, especially if I want to bring a certain type of lore or big bad into the scene. But that's it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully, I haven't. Then again, I've only written short things these past few years (and I'm more concerned about art theft, considering how much of my art is out in the world).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I have not!

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

Yes, I have! @crazybutgood and I got to know each other when we were paired up last year for the Owlery Exchange: To Days to Come and wrote I Just Want You To Know (Drarry, T, 3.5k) together. Epistolary fics are awesome btw! My Harry had a lot of fun bantering and bonding with her Draco, and I love how we didn't even know we were writing to each other until partners were revealed, and it was time for betaing and editing. That's how we became fast friends, which was totally meant to be! :D

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

That's just...I like a lot of ships, okay? I'm a multi-shipper and a multi-fandomer, so that's a tough question!! Hang on tight...this is going to be a long ass explanation. I'm not going to rank them, but I'll list three ships that have impacted my life in a huge way. I'll start with Sterek, because I've only gotten to know them for a little over a year. But Sterek was a blessing to discover at such a shitty time. Literally one year ago, I felt burnt out, like I was losing my muse, and I was recovering from COVID. Everything in RL kind of sucked. But when I got curious and started reading Sterek fics late one night, I was sold. Sterek helped me pause and get to know myself again as a creator, reader and a human. I really needed that, so the timing couldn't have been any better. I latched on to Sterek quickly and tightly because I see some of Stiles' and Derek's traits in me. They're also complicated and deserve Nice Things, and I can relate so, so much. That's why it's been easy to make art and fic for them. Their potential is endless because Sterek made my love for supernatural and spooky things deeper. Every time I write or draw for them, I can do it with ease and clarity. Everything just comes together and works. And it's so satisfying! Perciver is a rare pair I owe so much to. They're the ship that gave me the confidence to write again and they changed the way I currently draw. I think drawing Percy and Oliver helped me understand them as characters, and that translated into writing because I already had visuals. I know them in and out, and I made the fic series, Where do we go from here? because I believed in them. I wanted to share stories that haven't been told yet, but I wanted them to be real. And the fact I've figured out how to bring Perciver to life through art and fic has an amazing journey. They've given me the practice I needed to improve my crafts. It's because of Perciver that I've become a better artist and writer because I finally found my groove. And gosh, it's nice to have a well-established style. I will love these boys forever because they may be opposites but gods, do they go so well together. They get each other, they're each other's rocks, and it's beautiful. Of course, Drarry was my first ship I fell in love with. I still love them to pieces, and it's because of these two that I learned how to write and draw in the first place. I've been able to make some amazing friendships with other folks because of these two, and I cherish that a lot. Also, Drarry was why I entered fandom and the fest scene, and why I've stuck around for so long. What the creators in this community have made year after year is immaculate. And all the fics I've binged over the years got me through some of the hardest times of my life, especially when I was dealing with family issues, school and just growing up. I cannot imagine what life would have been like without Drarry, tbh. I think of Drarry as two sides of the same coin, and their banter and their snark and their complexities make it so they learn to understand each other. It's inevitable why they're drawn and will always be drawn to each other.

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

I don't want to say never, but more like when. I've mentioned way back in other posts that there are 2 text fics WIPs that have been kicking around, but since I have sooo much I need to rewrite and recode for each one, I have no idea when I'll have time? One of them is slotted to be a 50k Sterek fic with texting, IG messages and a scrolling playlist and I have half of it written out. Let me tell ya, coding alone takes more time than the writing. The other fic is a sequel to the above fic and has holidays vibes, and it still has the same coding setup, so yeah. I'll figure it out one day, I guess.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue is my fav and something I write out first because it shapes how the fic will read. It's how I develop voices, snark, banter and whatever else, and then I'll fill in the gaps with narrative, description and all that jazz. That's also how I end up getting the best ideas. The dialogue ends being my prompt to move the story along. I'm also a thorough researcher and like to check my facts before writing in little details. Just so I can have some perspective and so I have an idea how I want to explain something from a character's PoV. Also, it's super helpful to drop in little Easter eggs to shape things up and give a scene some context. Facts are fun. And I'm a nerd, but we all knew that. XD I've definitely gotten way better at showing vs. telling once I started writing again. I try to go for smooth or punchy if I can. It comes down to a lot of things like dialogue, selecting certain verbs and descriptors to explain a person's narrative (like what's going on in their mind), how those thoughts are broken up in multiple sentences and how those are punctuated. Those are the things that create beats and rhythms that keep the story going. And since I'm creative who also loves music and dancing, I'm all for that. I actually think I'm wired to think this way, so that's not a bad thing!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Extensive world building and making big plots that need a lot of ends tied up. I used to write longer fics that had all of this, and while I still have copies of these (not published on AO3 for reasons), they're not strong. Rereading things now, these stories could use improvements. It's easy to try to jam everything in one go, but that needs to be done strategically. And you know, sometime less is more. I also don't have a lot of patience to go crazy with intricate outlines (since I'm more of a pantser than a planner), and I've found that writing something that's super detailed ends up boxing me into a corner or else it's like dragging teeth to finish the thing. I think this is definitely related to my writing style having changed over time, which is not a bad thing! I just can't write like that anymore.

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

Yessss. I've done that with Love me like that! I also happen to know Scottish Gaelic, so I was able to drop words in pretty easily. I love the cultural sense another language adds to a fic because it shows more dimensions than just describing what someone looks like, where they're from, etc. I also like using a few words vs a long sentence. Names, or little sayings that hint at traditions or history are just nice touches. So if I do know a language and I know I can add in some words in correctly, I most certainly will!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, specifically for Drarry (all of my older stuff is on LJ)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Probably Feel You Breathing [TW: Sterek, E, 8.4k] because it was my 3rd attempt in writing a text fic, which ended up being a success. It's 100% texting, something I totally made for myself, but I'm really proud of it because I had a chance to write from alternating PoVs. Also, this somehow turned into porn with plot and feelings and had some minor world building included based on texts alone. I didn't think I could accomplish that, but I did!

Tagging (no pressure, this is just for funsies): @danpuff-ao3, @phdmama, @outtoshatter, @thistlecatfics, @phoebe-delia, @nanneramma, @theheadgirl, @raisesomehale, @thotpuppy, @bleepbloopbotz, @quackquackcey and anyone who wants to do this!

#asked and answered #sterek #perciver #drarry #tag game #20 questions for fic writers #ask meme #fanfic #writing #about me

[mothers-of-yn]

You Flood My Mind, My Body and My Heart

eventual smut, longing, mutual pining, heartache, unrequited love, jealousy, a dash of justifiable murder, Y/N, angst, Y/N tries to help arthur get over his ex, eventual fluff, soft fluff, pining, i really don't like her, arthur deserves better, Y/N is AFAB and goes by she/her in this

~900 words

Y/N  L/N wistfully gazed at Arthur, as he swung the axe back over his head and easily split the log. She couldn't help but notice the sweat gathering on his arms and neck. Her steely blue eyes followed his every movement as he struck it into the stump. He wiped himself down and picked his jacket up. 

He was a work of art to her, in every possible way.

Arthur moved to his tent and noticed something peculiar on his table, a letter. He picked it up carefully and slowly read through it. You saw excitement and fear rush through his face, as his perfect blue eyes trailed over the writing. He set it down and brushed his hand over a photograph. He brushed the sweat off his left and hopped onto his horse's saddle.  

Y/N pushed her hair back and perked up. Curiosity was her weakness; she knew the framed photographs were of two women. She feared the worst. 

She stood up and walked over to his cot. She plopped down on the familiarly hard bed and picked up the letter, noting the fine cardstock and the pencil scrawl. As she read through it, she felt anger. This, this was the infamous Mary Linton, the heart crushing, dreadful bitch that held Arthur Morgan's tender heart in her clawed hands, picking away at it like a raven on a carcass. Her eyes darted to the photograph, the one of the woman in white, with dark hair, the Mary Linton. Y/N may only have been 19, but she could tell a manipulator on sight. 

The other women chittered about her every now and then, and she couldn’t help but listen in. Arthur rarely bothered to even look at her, despite her tries. He was stuck on her, the unobtainable gal, the one who liked to toy with people, Mary. Just reading her writings, seeing her, she couldn’t help but wonder why a wonderful man like Arthur would ever fall in love with a woman like that. He never seemed like the type to fall for a prissy little princess. She had a prettyish face, but Y/N couldn’t think of why in Christ's name that would be enough. 

“Y/N! What do you think you’re doing?” Dutch’s voice came from behind her. She should have noticed him, but she was far too wrapped up in her thoughts. Y/N dropped the photograph in surprise and stammered out a response. 

"N-nothing, Mr. Van der Linde, just wanted to see who the famed Mary Linton was,” the explanation was laced with subtle venom. The man hummed out a response, understanding the matter. 

“I see you’ve heard of her. What’s on your mind, miss?” he asked. His tone was understanding, she felt safer telling him just what she thought of her. 

“I don’t understand how she could string him along like this!” she sputtered out in anger. “Was she always like this?” 

“I’m afraid so, miss L/N. Always.” 

“God, what was she like? I don’t understand how he could even stand a woman like that!” she hissed, dropping the frame onto the table.  

“Oh, I don’t know a polite word for her.” Dutch absentmindedly mused, his sharp eyes lingering on her, as she leaned against the wagon. “Left him for a richer man one day, couldn’t wait for a day longer for him to leave all of us for her, messed the poor boy up terribly. You wouldn’t know what I'd give for him to be happy again with someone nothin’ like her.” 

“I know. I've been meaning to tell him about all this, but I just... can’t.” 

“He’s a smart man, my Arthur, if a bit thick. You might have to hint at him, don’t be scared of being overt. He can’t resist you for long, y’know. You're a beautiful, intelligent young woman, Y/N, any man would be lucky to have you. I’d love a daughter in law just like you.” Dutch turned and walked off. She felt like throwing out the photograph and the letter right then and there. 

------- 

A rather crestfallen Arthur returned that night, though with a lovesick twinkle in his eye. Y/N swept her hair behind her ears and sat next to him gingerly. Dutch’s words rested on her heart and she knew she could help him.

“Hey, Arthur.” she softly said. He shifted aways so shyly, but she understood. “I heard you were out with, uhh... what’s her name?” 

“Mary, yeah. She just needed some help with something, not a big deal.” he wistfully uttered. 

“She doesn’t deserve you, Arthur.” 

“Y/N, it wasn’t like that. Besides, it was just nice seeing her again, despite the situation.”  

“You’ve ought to move on, for your own sake.” Y/N innocently looked up into his eyes and placed her hand on his. He stood and moved away.  

“I’ll catch ya later then, Y/N.” he coldly stated. Tears started rolling down her fine cheeks and she pressed her head into her palms.

How could he be so unaware as to not see her right there? How could he not see her pine for these months?  

Y/N could see the pain in his eyes as he rejected her for the night. Mary. She figured it must be Mary, Mary not letting him loose even after all these years, not letting him live his own life. Y/N knew just how happy she could make him, if he just let her try. Y/N wouldn’t ever hurt him like that.  

Y/N wasn't her and would never be her or like her.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x mary gillis #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x y/n #rdr2 #happy ending #pining #mutual pining #rdr2 fanfic #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #mary linton #mary gillis

[23christina]

Bravo!

The $5 trench coat that became an icon

With a strong focus on quality, innovation, and exclusivity, Rose Marie Bravo was able to turn Burberry around and establish it as a leader in the accessible luxury fashion market.

PRODUCT LINES

One of the smartest moves Bravo made was updating Burberry's product lines. By reducing the number of outdated designs, Burberry was able to streamline its offerings and create a more cohesive image. This helped reinforce the brand's position as an accessible luxury lifestyle brand that was aspirational, stylish, and innovative.

Burberry also divided its products into two categories: continuity and fashion-oriented. This allowed the brand to appeal to both its core customer base and a younger demographic, while still maintaining its cachet.

Their most iconic item, the trench coat, has endured the test of time. I was surprised to learn that the coat was originally used for British soldiers and adventurers, because I associate it with British socialites and sleek professionals. I did some digging, and the price of the Burberry trench coat has increased significantly over the years. In the early 1900s, the coat cost around $5. The case mentioned that in the 2000s, it was $900. Today, the price for a classic Burberry trench coat ranges from $1,700 to $2,500, depending on the style and material. Definitely outpacing inflation!

ADVERTISING

Investing in advertising was also key for Burberry's success. They hired a famous team including photographer Mario Testino and creative director Fabien Baron. The 1998 advertising campaign helped to reinforce the brand's British heritage and sense of tradition. The introduction of Kate Moss as a spokesperson also helped to make the brand more accessible to a younger demographic.

DESIGN ELEMENTS

The most impressive thing about Burberry's transformation is how they managed to maintain their iconic design elements while still updating their image and appeal. Their iconic check pattern became even more popular with the introduction of new designs and materials, while still retaining the durability and quality that made them so popular in the first place.

QUESTIONS

One question I have is around the proliferation of Burberry brands. To me, the wide array of Burberry offerings dilutes the strength of the brand. A few years ago, I purchased a Burberry trench coat on a consignment website, but when it arrived, the tag said “Burberry’s.” I was not aware that pre-1997, the brand name was actually Burberry’s, and I was afraid it may have been a knockoff and returned it. I also often see Burberry’s offshoot brands like Burberry Brit at discount stores like TJ Maxx, which feels like a step down from how they would aspire to position themselves.

I am also curious whether the brand will resonate with Gen Z (see Romeo Beckham ad below). On one hand, their generation appreciates vintage fashion, so they could find a love for the classic trench and other timeless styles. On the other hand, they seem to be fascinated with creative, bright, nontraditional designs that feel opposite of Burberry's posh image.

#2023mitsloanbrandingsa

[d-amore]

ok but mari and leon at a carnival and playing those power hammers

“pretty impressive, huh?”, he says, after scoring 918 and 900, “baseball served me well, after all.”

“my fucking God”, she mutters, counting out the tickets he received. that’s what he really wanted: impress her. “there’s... a lot here.”

“c’mon, i bet i can trade these things for one of those big plushies!” he holds her wrist, leading her to the prizes booth, “i’m finally doing my role as A Boyfriend!”

they walk around with a medium bear for a while, but mari can’t take her eyes off the power hammer. leon figures it out that hey, maybe she wants another plushie, right?

“do you want me to go again?” he smirks, “want another plushie, babe?”

“no,” she shakes her head, “i want to try it out.”

at the end of the date, the one going home with lots of plushies was him: she really liked hitting the hammer and, much to their surprises, she always scored 900 and up.

(she wants to go again in the near future, and he can’t complain about his strong girlfriend or the mountains of plushies he has to carry around.)

#discostick 🎶 #🖊 #yesterday i played the power hammer #and scored 900 and up #and omg that was so cool it was so gender #and i thought about them winning prizes for each other :(

[berdachenyc]

Bykert Gallery existed for less than a decade, but it created a template for how to show contemporary art in New York City.

Bykert was started in 1966 by Klaus Kertess, a soft-spoken art history graduate born in New York City to a well-off German businessman father and homemaker mother.

Bykert Gallery was a short-lived but influential space where the artists Chuck Close, Lynda Benglis and Brice Marden had their first New York shows, and which encouraged a searching, intrepid kind of art production — not overly interested in market domination but rather in new ideas, the likes of which weren’t being shown widely. Bykert artists got away with a lot. And many of their careers have far outlasted the gallery, which was in business for less than a decade, though its legacy still reverberates

Even among the precorporatized gallery ecosystem, Bykert was conspicuously eccentric, starting with its name. The slightly awkward “Bykert” was in the equitable portmanteau style, rather than the name of its principal dealer. The vagueness suited Kertess, who was both quiet and not self-serious; when visitors to the gallery would ask to speak with “Mr. Bykert,” Kertess would solemnly inform them of his recent passing.

Kertess operated less as a dealer than a talent scout, looking for young artists who wouldn’t otherwise have a place to show their work. (Not all of this was altruism; the gallery wouldn’t have been able to pay established artists.) Marden’s first solo show came after Kertess met him at the Jewish Museum, where he was working as a guard and, in Kertess’s memory, drunk. Much of the roster, as for much of the rest of modern art, was fleshed out as something of a boys’ club: Marden vouched for his friend the painter David Novros and, later, Close, a fellow Yalie. Novros championed his painter friends Paul Mogensen, Richard Van Buren and Robert Duran, who all signed on.

Mostly, Kertess looked. He would visit the studio of any artist who asked, and would spend hours observing what they were making. “There was something really meditative about the way he looked at art,” according to Mary Boone who became a prominent galleries herself.

In Kertess’s own words, “the gallery existed almost solely in my head, was completely my doing, thrived on my personal chaos and was run fairly sloppily because there was no other way of running it.” Kertess made all the decisions regarding programming, with minimal input from Byers, who was, by all accounts, private. As Kertess recalled, he seemed “a little surprised at what he’d gotten involved in and wasn’t really willing to admit to his involvement in the gallery until like three or four years after it was underway.” Remarkably for a commercial gallery at the center of the New York art world, money barely ranked among Bykert’s top concerns, even by the relatively quaint standards of the 1970s, a posture that now would be considered heterodox, if not totally heretical. “My basic attitude was that you put up good art. Sooner or later somebody will come in. And some people will understand it; some people will buy it; some people may do both,” Kertess said.

By 1974, Kertess had had enough of dealing art. “It had become a business,” he complained, one that necessitated “better filing systems.” But there was also the sense that the art world Kertess knew, the one he started out in, was changing, well on its way toward its current mode of relentless commodification. The 1973 Scull sale at Sotheby Parke Bernet was a frenzied, keenly publicized auction of the taxi magnate Robert Scull’s collection of postwar art, providing the first glimpse of the spectacle art buying would become: a Rauschenberg combine that Scull bought for $900 sold for $85,000; Rauschenberg berated Scull for profiteering. “The art scene still interests me,” Kertess said then. “Its public manifestation is totally boring to me, I mean … there are as good artists now as there were 10 years ago or 20 years ago. But it’s much more private. It’s just … like New York as the city has become more private, or the glamour as it still exists is more about nostalgia than anything that’s alive.”

Kertess gave up his interest in Bykert. “It was like divorcing 18 people,” Kertess said. “It got very emotional.”

There were more personal changes as well. Kertess had started dating the painter Billy Sullivan and was coming out as a gay man.

The gallery sputtered along in a depleted version of itself, and closed the next year.

“It’s sort of hard to believe now that a dealer wouldn’t be comfortable making money,” the artist Chuck Close said. “That was why Klaus was so respected. Now he’d be considered a damn fool.”

[omaticwriting]

MW: Group Mari: Train Yard (Reunion)

The sun rose on a proud campus, students from all walks of life raced around with no moment to rest and one of them was a 10ft behemoth of a man, his shirt thinly veiling the mass of ripped musculature of his scarred frame from battles long behind him, more so his ruffled hair.

The earth beneath his leather and rune clad boots quaked with eruptious vigor as he marched through campus, a habit from years of militaristic doctrine and training drilled into his mind, though it wasn’t something he’d earn glances from other student’s for, given most were much like him.

It has been years since the undead blight had left the isles and everyone was better off it, all had settled down and began living normal lives after 900 years of war against the undead, and yet the trauma of it all remained fresh on the populace, more so now as they lay under a united federation rather than independent city states.

Never in his years would a young man like him, born from a broken home, ravaged by the endless war of the undead and forged to the strongest soldier in his field be given a chance to live a peaceful life, and yet here he was in civilian clothing, out of service in all his years as he walked through the new and esteemed collage in the federation, though he wouldn’t be alone.

Just within the center campus lies a withered statue of a rune rack rifle, its bayonet plunged into the ground with flowers around it. A monument to the brave souls who have sacrificed all they could to hold the line in duty’s name for their will and bravery brought dawn and with it came a familiar face he wouldn’t have dreamed of seeing since his childhood.

Her hair was a dark brown, her blond roots just barely visible as a teal ribbon tied it all into a neat bun, wearing blue jeans and a long sleeved white sweater possibly to hide the scars underneath (he knew too well nearly all who studied here had scars from wars past, he was no exception) with a poncho much like her ribbon, albeit with splotches of lighter and darker shades of green with a patch that seemed to be one of those things used it control puppets with its color scheme being in line with railway markings.

She looked preoccupied while resting by the statue's base, her light blue eyes focused on a pendant, its photo remained hidden he could tell her expression gave way to catharsis and closure from years of battle both physical and mental. And yet he could still see the annoying 12 year old with blond hair and teal ribbon and poncho with floral patterns giving a smile at him with her chipped teeth.

“Mia?” He called out. Snapping her from her quiet moment of peace and looking at the man before her, her expression becoming blank before giving way to a relieved smile.

“Ivan?” She said “I didn’t think you would be here…and alive for that matter” . She looked at her childhood friend with surprise and glee.

“I could say the same, what happened to you?” Ivan concurred, seeing her now baffled him, even if time had changed them both it was quite a shock to say the least, especially given their upbringings.

Mia could only smirk, gesturing for him to sit she took a deep breath “I think you know how it began”

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[anemptypuddingcup]

Congratulations on 900!!!!! I love your writing so much ❤️😍🫶🏼 and was wondering if I could request a zoro + breeding kink.

He’s become the best swordsman and finally wants his wife to carry his lil sword babies ❤️❤️ that man is just something else and the way you write breeding kinks puts me in a chokehold boo 😵‍💫❤️❤️

OHHHHH- I honestly think that’s a classic combo honey-

I hope this doesn’t choke you out either-😭

Zoro & Breeding.

“Z-Zoro!~ M-Mmgh!- P-Please h-hold on w-we just c-came!~”

You spill out your sentence shakily and broken as Zoro continues to thrust inside of you, his hands gripping your thighs and pinning you against your shared futon. His heavy groans feel deep into your ears while his knees dug far into the futon. He couldn’t help but smile at your little fucked out expression while you melted easily on his cock.

“It’s only been three rounds, you can take a few more like my good little woman~ You’re nowhere near as full as I want you to be.” He whispers to you, his string yet rough hand gripping your chin and squishing your face softly. You let out another whine as he continued to thrust into you, your pussy growing too sensitive to hold out much longer for anymore of your strong husband’s thrusts or his seed.

You let out a loud mewl as you felt his tip kiss your cervix deeply, a few tears pricking at your eyes as it felt very overwhelming yet pleasurable. You feel his length twitch inside of your and his brows begins to furrow once again, implying that he was close to another orgasm. “H-Hah!~ Z-Zoro!~” You gripped the back of his yukata tightly with one hand as you felt yourself ready to cum once again. He smiles and grips your other hand, his fingers waffling with yours before he presses a sweet kiss against your lips.

He feels your walls tighten around his cock and lets out a sudden grunt, his nails slowly scratching at the soft skin of your thigh and leaving behind a few fresh scratches against your skin. “I-I n-need to cum, I wanna cum again Z-Zoro!~” You moan out shakily, a broken whine leaving your lips as tears began to fall down your face. “I don’t care how many times you can cum…I’ll keep filling you up until I feel that you’ve had enough deep inside.” He whispers to you, pressing his slightly chapped lips against the skin of your neck.

You mewl softly to him and wrap your legs tightly around his waist. “H-Hold m-me Zoro~” You begged, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck while tears begins to slide down your face and soak your cheeks. He sighs lovingly and pulls you up onto his lap and into his arms, his arms holding you tightly while a groan leaves his throat. “C-Cumming- I’m cumming!~ Z-Zoro!~“ You gasp out suddenly, pressing your face against shoulder.

He lets out a low groan while his hands grip the thin cotton of your yukata. “I’m not stopping you baby, go on and cum~” He whispers to you, his arms holding you tight as he felt your body shudder against them.

You let out a shaky exhale as you felt yourself tremble against him, biting your bottom lip a little tight. A loud yet muffled moan finally leaves your throat as you gush out around his length. He lets out a deep groan before he releases another load deep inside of your sensitive cunt, keeping your body close as he lets out a little gasp shortly after.

“Z-Zoro~ Mmh~ Z-Zoroooo~” You whine out shakily to him. He peppers smooches against your tear-stained cheek and legs out a little chuckle. “It’s okay it’s okay, relax for a moment.” He cooed to you, trying his best to soothe your from your sensitive and slightly overwhelmed state.

“I hope you’re ready to take more…” He whispers to you, a sweet smile spread across his face. You whimper to him before sighing a bit tiredly, knowing that he’s probably going to keep you up all night just to fill you properly.

“Take my seed and bear my children for me baby.”

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[elementsproject]

I chose St. Gile’s Cathedral because it was another one that we never went inside, but I stood outside and Googled photos of the inside. The inside was breathtaking, and it really frustrated me that although we walked past it almost every day in Edinburgh, we never went in. It was founded by King David I and has been a working church for about 900 years. The church has seen Scotland’s turbulent religious history. This church is related to John Knox, who was appointed the minister here in 1559. The cathedral was founded in 1124 when the Roman Catholic Church and Scottish church were closely tied. While John Knox was there, he declared the church Protestant despite Catholic Bloody Mary being ruler of the country. Something that surprised me about this cathedral was just standing on John Knox’s grave. The leader of our walking tour gestured towards me and let me know where I was standing, which just felt very disrespectful.

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[ttuesday]

I see you're taking requests, would you spare but a fragment of your talent for a Arthur x m!reader fluff? Love your work!

anon I wanna give you such a big hug omg thank u so much ;-; I’m gonna frame this ask so I can look at it everyday

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: Unfortunately Mary Linton is mentioned in this fic :(

No one ever wants to spend the night on guard duty. It’s long, boring and very tiresome but sadly, someone has to do it. You sighed as you continued to stroll deeper into the woods, the lights at camp getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared.

You walked around for a while, listened out for any suspicious noises and cleaned the rifle you brought out with you, before you eventually stopped by one of the trees.

You let the rifle fall against the tree trunk as you took out your pocket watch. You expected your shift to be nearly over, you were practically waiting for the sun to begin to rise any minute but unfortunately it was just past midnight.

You rested your weight against the tree and shut your eyes. It wasn’t fair that you had to go on guard duty. You had spent the day robbing some poor bastard’s out by Emerald Ranch and when you got back to camp, you helped Hosea plan a con. To say you had a busy day was an understatement.

You were so focused on your thoughts, you didn’t hear Arthur’s footsteps as he approached. “Looks like you’re doing a great job on guard” he chuckled, sarcasm coating his voice.

You jumped, eyes momentarily widening before you realized it was Arthur. “Well how’s about you go on guard instead” you huffed, gesturing to the gun.

Arthur raised his eyebrows, surprised by your tone “I’m just messing with you”.

You sighed “I know, sorry, I’m kinda tired and being out here is more boring than listening to Dutch go on about philosophy”.

A smirk spread across Arthur’s face “Aren’t you lucky I brought out these then”. He lifted his arm up to reveal his satchel full of beer bottles.

With Arthur by your side and a beer in your hand, the night began to move faster. You weren’t technically watching out for any intruders, you were too distracted by Arthur to do that but no one ever sees anything while they’re on guard duty anyways.

You both sat together under the tree, your head resting against his shoulder as the two of you laughed about something Uncle did earlier that day.

As the laughter died down, Arthur lowered his gaze to the bottle in his hands. “I uh, I got a letter today,” he took a deep breath before he continued “it’s from Mary Linton”.

For a second, all you could feel was dread. Question after question popped up in your mind but your mouth had gotten so dry, it was as if you couldn’t ask a single one.

You tried to speak but all you were able to say was “Really?”.

“She wants to talk,” Arthur revealed “apparently she’s staying in some house by Valentine”. You took a small sip of your drink and turned to look at him properly “Arthur, you know that’s a bad idea”. He sighed but didn’t meet your gaze.

You continued “I’m saying this to you as your friend, I don’t think-“.

“Oh you’re saying this to me as my friend?” Arthur repeated, finally looking at you. You shrugged, a small smirk playing at your lips.

“Well, I was trying not to be biased but if there was any handsome, good with his hands, slightly awkward men that’ve grabbed your attention then I would focus on him instead of Mary” you teased, easing the dread in your stomach.

“Y’know, I know a feller exactly like that actually” Arthur smiled, his arm snaking around your waist.

“He sounds like a great guy” you continued to talk about yourself.

Arthur trailed his hand up your back “Yeah I guess so, the only problem is he gets distracted easily when he’s supposed to be on guard duty”. You rolled your eyes and Arthur gently pressed his hand against your back. You leaned in and Arthur met you halfway, his lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss.

It was as if a magnetic force pulled you both together, you became entangled with one another. Arthur’s leg moved in between yours and pressed against you. Your hand held the side of his face as his stubble brushed against your cheek. Arthur broke the kiss and said “I’m burning the letter”.

“You don’t have to burn the letter for me” you replied, not wanting him to feel pressured into burning it.

“I ain’t burning the letter for you, I’m burning it for us” he smiled before peppering kisses along your jawline. You brought your hand up and ran your fingers through his soft hair. 

“You’re who I care about, Mary can sort her own damn problems” he mumbled against your skin. You could feel your cheeks get hot. It was nice to hear Arthur say that, it made you feel special. 

He looked up at you as if he could sense you were blushing. Arthur gave you a short, quick kiss “I… I really care about you, you know that right?”.

There was no way to describe the feeling you had in your chest. It was a tender, warm sensation that you could feel throughout your entire body. You nodded your head “I care about you too”.

Arthur kissed you again and although you had yet to tell him, you knew that you loved him.

#sorry if this isn't that long anon :( #I've had a fuckin shite headache over the past few days and it ain't going away #BUT THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH #<3 #anon if you ever need a hug I am here for u #thank u love u #arthur morgan #writings #rdr2 #m!reader #arthur morgan x male reader

[stardustacefics]

This One Life

Pairing: Stede/Ed

Summary: Stede's back on the ship and trying to reconcile with Ed so they can get the happy ending they deserve.

W/c: 900

Stede laid in his bed that night, back on his ship. Without Ed nearby. In fact, he had no idea where Ed was or what he was doing right now. He hated that feeling.

As he tried to fall asleep, he couldn’t get his mind to stop going through the situation over and over again. What could he have done differently? What should he have done? What could he possibly say to make up for everything?

As his mind was spiraling, a soft knock came from the door. Stede sat up and look over at the door to see who it was, but no one came it. “Who is it?” Stede called, yet no one answered. He stepped into his slippers and pulled on his robe as he walked over. As he opened the door, he found Ed standing at the other side.

“Oh! Hi,” Stede said in surprise. “I wasn’t, uh, I wasn’t expecting you.”

They looked at each other for a long moment, but neither of them said a word. Stede looked into Ed’s eyes, and they looked so sad. It stung so badly to know that he was the reason for that sadness.

“Ed?” He asked softly. “Is everything alright?”

“Can’t sleep,” Ed answered quietly. “Could I… could I sleep in here?”

“Of course,” Stede said, still quite surprised. He stepped aside to let Ed inside.

“I’ll take the sofa,” Ed mumbled.

“No, no, you’re more than welcome to, uh… to share the bed. With me. That is, if you want to.”

Ed stared blankly at him for a moment before giving him a small, silent nod, and headed over to the bed.

As Stede got comfortable in bed again, Ed untied his boots and slowly laid down next to him under the blankets. They laid in silence for some time, the loud rustling of the blankets making it even more uncomfortable.

However, Stede was never one to tolerate awkward tension. As he prided himself in saying, it’s always good to talk things through.

“It felt empty without you here,” Stede whispered. “I couldn’t sleep either.”

“We’ve never shared a bed.”

“Yes, I know, I mean… knowing that you were out there, hurt and unhappy with me. It felt awful, and I’m… I’m glad you came in here.”

Ed didn’t say anything. He just laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling in silence, but Stede could tell he had gotten through to him, even if it was just a little bit.

“It’s nice to be back,” Stede said, trying to make some conversation. “You have no idea how long it took me to get my balance back after being away for-”

Ed effectively silenced his attempt at small talk by slowly sliding his leg over to meet Stede’s.

Stede looked over at him but found Ed looking straight up at the ceiling as if nothing had happened. Stede’s eagerness got the better of him, so he slowly slid his hand over until it reached Ed’s, and he gently hooked their pinkies together. And he waited. He waited for what seemed like hours, and then, Ed gave his pinky a little squeeze, and Stede couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “Ed, I-”

Ed rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around Stede, pulling him into the tightest hug he could manage. Stede’s eyes opened widely, and he stared in front of him in shock for a few moments before returning Ed’s embrace. “I missed you so much,” Stede whispered.

“I missed you too,” Ed whispered back. “And I… I didn’t want to sleep without you tonight.”

“Nor I,” Stede said with a fond smile. “Please, stay.”

Ed nodded pleadingly. “I think I’d really like that.”

Stede combed his fingers through Ed’s hair and held him even tighter. “I shouldn’t have left,” he whispered. “I should have met you at the dock and told you about going to see Mary.”

“Yes, you should have,” Ed mumbled back.

“I’m sorry,” Stede whispered, pressing a small kiss to the top of Ed’s head. “I’ll do everything I can to make up for it.”

“You better,” he mumbled again.

Stede gently cradled the back of Ed’s head and pulled him closer to his chest. He buried his head in Ed’s hair and took a deep breath. He hoped that he would be able to smell his sweet scent every day. That would be a great way to spend the rest of his life.

~

When Stede woke up the next morning, he found Ed curled up in his arms, which made him smile the second that he opened his eyes. He held Ed like that until he woke up, trying his best not to wake him.

As Ed’s eyes opened, Stede ran his fingers through Ed’s hair. “Hello, beautiful,” he hummed.

A small, peaceful smile grew on Ed’s face as he looked up at him, then snuggled his face into Stede’s shoulder. “I’m still pissed at you,” Ed mumbled into Stede’s shirt.

Stede smiled at how hard he was trying to look angry. It was cute. “I know,” he said softly.

“But… maybe a little less pissed,” he whispered with a small smile.

Stede couldn’t help the sigh that fell from his lips. “I’m glad,” he whispered. He gently played with Ed’s hair as the sun began to stream through the windows. Although Ed would never admit it, he was smiling the entire time.

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[juniperusashei]

2021 Top Books

10. Gathering Moss by Robin Wall Kimmerer The only author to appear on my list twice (last year was Dworkin), Kimmerer’s work continues to be extremely influential on my life. Gathering Moss is “more of the same” as Braiding Sweetgrass, but this time all about moss. Despite that, I liked it enough to put it on my list, and this is mostly because of the essay “The Owner,” which despite being nonfiction is more poignant than most short stories.

9. Medea by Euripides (translated by Anthony Podlecki) I was not expecting to like Medea as much as I did, but I was already really attached to her character after reading the Argonautica. It’s sort of like an ancient version of Midsommar… cathartic feminist horror that’s somehow written by a man!

8. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood I’m a bit embarrassed that it took me this long to get to this classic, but Handmaid’s Tale definitely lives up to the hype. It’s amazing and depressing that it was written in the 80s, because so many parts of it perfectly encapsulate today’s political climate. But hey, they say the best dystopian writing describes the present instead of the future!

7. Ways of Seeing by John Berger The most mindblowing thing about this book was that it was written 50 years ago, in 1972. Ways of Seeing is one of those books that everyone’s heard of even if they don’t know it… Berger was so ahead of his time, predicting everything from the idiocy of NFTs to providing a framework for Laura Mulvey’s theory of the Male Gaze.

6. Cassandra’s Dolls by @wonem​ This book is special because I am the second person in the entire world to have read this. I’m not just extolling it because it was written by a close friend, even if I didn’t know him I would love Cassandra’s Dolls because it fills the slice-of-life post-apocalyptic niche that I’m always on the lookout for! Somewhere between Hayao Miyazaki and Andrei Tarkovsky, definitely keep an eye out for this book because it’s going places…

5. The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro I’m a long-time Ishiguro fan, but my complaint was that all of his books deal with the same themes of memory and loss. It’s almost a cliché at this point! But The Remains of the Day might be the origin of that cliché. It’s definitely the best work I’ve read from him so far… elegant, tragic, and at times surprisingly funny!

4. 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami Like Ishiguro, I’ve read lots of Murakami. Sputnik Sweetheart will always be my favorite because it’s so personal to me, but I think 1Q84 is his best. They could take place in the same psychosexual dream-logic universe (as could Kafka on the Shore and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle) but 1Q84 is the most straightforward exploration of those themes. It’s also probably the longest book I’ve ever read, at over 900 pages, but it went by breezily.

3. Right-Wing Women by Andrea Dworkin I know Dworkin made it on my list twice last year, but I’ve definitely decided this is my favorite of her books, her thesis if you will. It very succinctly deconstructs the misogyny of the right wing, and how the left has failed to respond to it. I’m reminded of the Dumbledore quote… "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."

2. Devotions by Mary Oliver Devotions is Mary Oliver’s de facto Collected Works, though a few were missing. I read a poem every morning and night, which took 6 months. Her work will always be so special to me, and it was so grounding to start and end each day with a moment of meditation with Mary. I’ve been trying to branch out and read other poets since finishing this one, but nothing hits quite the same way.

1. Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer Big surprise! Braiding Sweetgrass was actually the first book I finished last year, meaning I haven’t read most of it since 2020. Maybe it’s time for a reread? But I honestly think about this book at least once a day, it’s informed my life so deeply scientifically, politically, spiritually, and philosophically. This is the closest to religion I’ll get.

For fun, here are the 5 worst books I read:

1.     The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

2.     Too Like the Lightning by Ada Palmer

3.     The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

4.     Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

5.     Squee’s Wonderful Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors by Jhonen Vásquez

Is it telling that the top 3 worst are science fiction? Maybe I’ve grown out of it… And Murakami has the dubious honor of being in fourth place on both lists, I promise I didn’t plan this! But for real, if you’re reading this thanks for reading to the end, and as always if you have any suggestions feel free to send them my way! Also: CHECK OUT my 2020 top reads HERE.

#2021 #top books #5

[fille-lioncelle]

Got tagged by @sequencefairy to post the first line of my 10 most recent fics(/stories) (they are all fics) so here we go!

Distinguished // Watcher/BFU, Ryan/Shane, 4.6k

It’s not exactly a surprise that Ryan pulls him into a kiss the moment they’re through the front door back at Shane’s apartment.

short message service // Hawkeye (TV), Kate/Yelena, 2.9k

“Hello, Kate Bishop,” the text reads.

Be Mine, Valentine // Young Royals, Wilhelm/Simon, 800 words

It’s probably too much.

a drink beyond knowing a good time to run // Justified, Raylan/Boyd, 800 words

“Well, Deputy,” Boyd says, not entirely unamused but also clearly reaching the end of his patience when Raylan has run out of any and all questions he might reasonably ask him.

Hazy // Watcher/actor RPF, Ryan/Mari, Shane/Sara, pre Rayn/Mari/Shane/Sara, 1.6k

In all the time Mari’s known Shane and Sara, she’s never seen them exchange anything more than a PG-friendly kiss.

never the same love twice // The Witcher (TV), Yennefer/Jaskier, 900 words

“Harder,” Yennefer says, and Jaskier tries.

A Warm and Tender Hand // The Witcher (TV), Geralt/Jaskier, Yennefer/Jaskier, pre-OT3, 1.4k

“Don’t you think, Witcher dear, that you ought to be a little more understanding?” Jaskier suggests.

human-being is an impish creature // Watcher/BFU, gen or pre-relationship, 1.4k

“Shane, come on,” Ryan says plaintively.

enough secrets to go around // The Witcher (TV), gen or pre-relationship, 1.8k

It takes her a little while to notice, but Yennefer thinks she can be excused for that.

quiet // Star Trek AOS, Kirk/Spock, 700 words

The first time Spock found himself in a position to captain a Starfleet vessel had been… quite the learning experience, to put it mildly.

I didn't add them here for brevity, but please heed the tags and warnings if you go reading to avoid any potentially nasty surprises.

In turn I tag @uneventfulhouses, @modestytreehouse, @irazor, and whoever wants to play!

#first lines meme #i fic sometimes

[brelione]

JJ X Reader X Rafe heacanons

The boys are both dating you, not eachother.

Am I gonna write a whole series with a polyamorous relationship between JJ, Rafe and the reader?Yes, yes I am.

You literally never get a break

When you’re not being fucked you’re out surfing with JJ or hanging out with Rafe

They’re so rough with you

JJ likes to spank and choke you while Rafe likes to overstimulate you and eat you out

“You like that, princess?”JJ asked, pounding into you hard while a bullet vibrator was pressed to your clit.Rafe was panting, getting himself off to the sight.You were moaning loudly, wanting nothing more than to tug at his blonde hair but your wrists were tied to the bed. “JJ!”You moaned, clenching around him for the third time that night.He sighed, pressing a kiss to your collarbone and pulling out, staring down at you.He looked over to Rafe, raising an eyebrow.Surprisingly Rafe was the more gentle out of the two, replacing the spot that JJ had once occupied.He pressed a few gentle kisses to your lips, untying your wrists so you could touch him.Your hands went to his hair, thumbs caressing his cheekbones as he slowly slid into you, smiling at the sound of your moans.JJ was getting his pants back on, watching your reactions to Rafe’s touch.The older boy was moving slowly, face in the crook of your neck as he whispered that he loved you over and over again, knowing it wouldnt take much to get you to another orgasm between him and the vibrator. “Rafe.”You whimpered, nails scratching up his back as you came, panting.He licked his lips before pulling out, kissing your forehead. “You’re such a good girl for us.”He whispered, rubbing your jaw with his thumb.You sighed softly, too tired to move.JJ grinned, walking over to leave a small kiss on your nose. “He’s right, babe.You’re the best.”He smiled, heading into the bathroom to run you a bath.

Believe it or not they were pretty romantic

They loved to take you on dates.Usually to a diner for pancakes or on a small picnic on the beach.

Rafe was a lot like a sugar daddy to you

The three of you often went to stores like Victoria Secret so your boys could pick things out for you.JJ loved to see you in pretty lace bras and panties, loving when you wore the bluish gray set he had picked out for you.At this point you had more bras and panties than actual clothes.

The way that they kissed you was completely different.JJ was the roughest when it came to sex but his kisses were so gentle, often smiling when he pulled away.Rafe was a little more rough, liking to press you up against the wall or stand between your legs when he kissed you, squeezing your jaw lightly.

You never had to deal with lack of attention.You got at least ten hugs every day, forehead kisses and light make out sessions on your couch as random movies played in the background.

Cuddling with them was always fun.They always cuddled with you after sex, resting on JJ’s chest while Rafe’s arm was wrapped around your waist with his head on your shoulder.

They loved to fuck you but if you werent in the mood they were always down for cuddles

JJ’s hand moved up your thigh and over your clothed clit, pressing down lightly.His attention was still on the tv, Rafe was at a family dinner so he was unable to make it.You frowned, gripping JJ’s hand and pulling it away, rubbing your thumb on his hand.His eyebrows furrowed, looking up at you with a questioning expression. “Im too tired.”You told him, leaning against his shoulder.He sighed,gripping your waist and pulling you onto his chest, rubbing your back. “Then take a nap.”He told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You were the one that had gotten them to finally get along.It had been at a kook party that you just happened to be at.You and JJ had a bit of a flirtatious relationship but you knew that Rafe had a thing for you.You and JJ had ended up in a heated makeout session, ending up in a random room.He had forgotten to lock the door, Rafe walking in a few moments later with wide eyes. “You gonna stare or are you gonna join us?”You asked, seeing how JJ was shocked.Rafe was going to decline the offer, not even wanting to be near JJ.But the look on your face and your naked body pressed against the bed of his guest room was too much for him to resist.

From that night on you three had a relationship, the two of you eventually feeling comfortable to call you their girlfriend.

The Pogues had met you when JJ introduced you as his girlfriend.They had taken a liking to you, understanding why he liked you so much.

But then Kiara saw you and Rafe kissing at the beach and her heart broke.She thought that you were cheating on JJ.

She had brought it up to him, surprised when he laughed. “Yeah, no.We share her.”He had explained, not saying anything else.

You guys got a few strange looks in public but none of you cared that much

Topper couldnt understand how Rafe could handle that sort of relationship.Rafe had always been the jealous type so it was unbelievable that he could even stand the thought of you kissing another guy.

Most nights were spent in your house since your parents were hardly ever home

Whenever they were home the three of you would stay in the guest house.The two boys would sneak in in the middle of the night, waiting patiently for you.You’d wait until your parents were asleep to sneak out into the back and see them, trying your best to be quiet.

They loved the softer parts of the relationship like baking and dancing in the living room

Once JJ finally teaches you how to surf all you want to do is teach Rafe

Rafe slowly started to not hate JJ, becoming rather protective over the pogue

You were the bridge that conjoined the kooks and the pogues, the three of you eventually becoming comfortable enough to show up to events together

You,JJ and Rafe had all went to Midsummers together.JJ’s arms were around your shoulders, chin on your head while Rafe held you by your waist.

The kooks stopped messing with JJ a few months into your relationship

Your drawers were full of your boyfriends’ hoodies, pants and t shirts

After a year of the three of you being together Rafe had bought you a necklace with an ‘R’ and a ‘J’ on it

They liked when you wore it as they fucked you

JJ really liked to touch you in non sexual ways

kissing your cheeks, braiding your hair, carrying you on his back, forehead kisses, cuddling, showering together

The Pogues even started to like Rafe, the boy often making appearances at John.B’s house.

You, JJ and Rafe would cuddle in the hammock while the others sat by the fire

It took a while for them to finally accept Rafe.He had told you how stressed he was, really wanting them to like him so that he could be around you as much as possible.It took a lot of Mountain Dew, chips, brownies and sandwhiches for them to finally warm up to him.

The three of you often stayed up late at night to talk about your future together.JJ would become excited by the idea of enjoying the kook life with you.

You guys often talked about children and who would get you pregnant.

“We should have two.Rafe gets one and I get one.”JJ grinned, kissing your forehead.You shook your head. “Nope, im not giving birth twice.”You answered.

You guys eventually decided that animal children were better than human children

You’d giggle whenever you saw JJ wearing Rafe’s shirt or vise versa

Rafe eventually started to shop for JJ too, finding out that you loved to see JJ wearing white tanktops.He had bought a few of them, picking out a few dress shirts as well and giving them to JJ when you were out grabbing food. “Im telling you, if you wear these she’s gonna be soaked.We’re gonna get so much.”Rafe insisted, becoming excited by the thought.He was right.The two of them fucked you for hours that night.

Grocery shopping together

The two of them fighting over the last bag of hot cheetos, Rafe standing on his tip toes and holding it high up in the air.

“Guys, theres another bag.”You told them, the two of them pouting.Rafe ended up carrying you on his back with JJ in the cart, running through the store.

“I love you” X 900

If one of them spent the night you’d wake up to little notes on your nightstand

Christmas with them was immaculate

Rafe had gotten JJ a monster hoodie, a big smile when he watched the pogue unwrap it.JJ had gotten him a chain, the two of them standing up. “Bro!”JJ exclaimed, hugging the boy that had once been his enemy. “Dude.”Rafe chuckled, hugging back.

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