#OH YEAH NO ITS BEEN A HOT YEAR SINCE I SAID HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO GET THROUGH THE BEGINNING OF Y7 HUH

[todayisafridaynight]

Prior to sending the ask I was just guessing what matrophobia meant based on the root words but I looked it up after and went ohhhh and then you confirmed that extra dimension to it and I went OHHHHH

I think that gets to the heart of what I've been thinking about, that bittersweetness, because despite his best efforts... of course he could never end up anything like Yoko, but he still ended up with an abusive "household." Because in addition to Masato ending up how he did, he has to see those same situations play out, feel that same tension in the air between Jo and Ichi, over and over for almost a decade straight.

Like, in a way, he's forced to put himself in Toshio's shoes when that happens. He can't really get through to Jo, in the same way Toshio can't get through to Yoko, but he can try to step in before lasting damage is done, and he can try to make it bearable for his son. You know. Have a nice talk. Treat him to Peking duck. I'm SO normal about the (drawn-out) parallels of those scenes

So then with Jo... he kind of does become his father, even if he never wanted to (no one wants to), both through his ruinous neglect of Masato at birth and through how he comes to look at discipline and corporal punishment. I'm sure it's not lost on him in Masato's case (owww), but with Ichi, it's not like he has any reason to see him as his son... But How Far Can That Take You.

Because it's like, at the start, he was openly beating Ichi in front of Arakawa and not letting up much when Arakawa intervened. But then you have The Yubitsume Scene and Arakawa walking in on All That and... he looks sorry. Sorry for being caught, probably, but sorry nonetheless. Like... what changed between then and now... have you two had a Heartfelt Conversation... do you know where Arakawa got that scar... are you unable to change your "nature" even then...

Side note bro your SHOE is the size of his TORSO I promise you do not need to kick him with all the strength you've got like what the hell is this 😭😭😭

BUT ALL THAT ASIDE thank you so much for delving into the symbolism! Wonderful read. I don't really have an eye for symbolism, so that makes it all the more enjoyable to revisit the comic and everything with what you've gone into. I think a lot of your experiences resonate with mine, so conversely I'm not sure what others would take away from it, BUT I think there's enough there that's so insightful and evocative that it's effective without personal experience. I don't think there's anything I could add, so. Yeah. For once I am happy to sit back and take it all in... On that note, definitely looking forward to your next comic!

AUUUGH YEAAAH YEAHEYA HYEAH THAT EXACTLY OUUUGH OWIEE OWW.....

that's literally it though. like no extra notes. except The Obligatory Few i dont think it was an accident that arakawa is set up as the beginning of the game's 'protagonist' and planting that 'troubled family' taste first thing in our mind. i remember how i felt when i first saw arakawa walk in on jo and ichi and then arakawa taking ichi out for dinner i was just like🧍‍♂️Girl No The Cycle.... It's Continuing...... //screams// LIKE UGH IT WAS SO GOOD BUT ALSO OWWW STOPPP and then on the REPLAY it just hurts more cause with the added context to jo's character its like Oh No...... You're Your Father's Son....

and youre right: jo doesn't have an implicit reason to see how he treats ichi is wrong, hence he similarly doesnt have any reason to stop- not unless arakawa intervenes of course (and i will stand outside my window thinking of the possibility arakawa ever did try to have A Conversation with jo... arms folded behind my back and all like Man™️....)

oh but yeah, absolutely no problem ! im lowkey of an egotist so i do like to talk bout the stuff i make. More In Depth (though thats obvious considering the fuckin essays in the tags i always leave ☠️☠️) gerjlgaELKjg. so i was happy to explain ♪(´▽｀) !! what i like about symbolism is that it can be intentional or not, and the fun is always finding it just by chance. i cant explain it properly, but i just think its a neat 'seasoning' of sorts to drawings (❁´◡`❁)

#long post #snap chats #everyone in rgg got flipper shoes i stg tho like evey time i look at everyones renders i gotta point it out to myself 😭 #speaking of. The Cycle. and Personal Experiences. arakawa walkin in on jo and ichi esp hits cause thats def a thing thats happened to mysel #its insane how one woman terrorizes my whole family but no cause i remember my mom would tear me a new one. Metaphorically #or she'd be pissed at my sis and i and my sis would just take us out for lunch and we'd talk bout it #Unsurprisingly my dad would do that for me growin up and he was there #i used to visit him on weekends when he lived nearby and those were my Peking Duck dinners in a sense #he'd just do his best to make sure i felt at home and making sure. i was cared for for once LMAO #so yeah to see that repeat in my family with my sister taking the role of my dad its like ow... #OH YEAH NO ITS BEEN A HOT YEAR SINCE I SAID HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO GET THROUGH THE BEGINNING OF Y7 HUH #it hurts a lot to watch masumi's backstory since it's EXTREMELY personal and hits too close to home but i watch it anyway 🥴 #probably the first and only time a piece of media can actually 'trigger' me that badly i guess. how lame #i think ive updated my villain origin story enough tho. im sorry you also had a shit mom If Im Assuming Right #i wish it was easy to deal with bad parents but. well. if it was we wouldnt have them amiright #the best i can do is vent how i feel and at least try to have people in similar situations as me feel. understood. as corny as that sounds #its a little heinous to say Im Glad Our Experiences Are Similar cause id never wish my experiences on anyone else #but i guess i mean to say im glad we can understand each other in that regard #on a semi-better note. please dont hope for the comic anytime soon i only just finished sketching set pieces ( ´◡` ;;;) #I GOT DISTRACTED AGAAAINNNNN also its very cold and i dont work well in the cold. s'cause my fingers get all stiff EW #but i WILL have this one done i have too many abandoned projects i aint abandoning another one #with that in mind its funny you mention arakawas scar cause i did have a tiny baby thing in mind with it #nothing sad or serious this time just somethin cute even. if THAT ever happens we'll see it but yeah. just another funny case of Timing #alright bye bye for now i should work on this. after i answer your second ask HANG ON ILL SEE YOU THERE--

[desireesfics]

bad habits.

pairing: dealer!ellie x reader.

summary: when you were a kid you had always put a pillow or a big stuffed animal between your legs, you honestly felt comfort by it. but tonight you decided it was going to be somebodies head.

warnings: uh widely ellie giving head?, use of drugs, girls kissing 🤯, swearing, a little bit of dacryphilia, pretty self-indulgent i know its weird im sorry — MINORS DNI !!

a/n: just because the strikes ended does not mean you shouldnt stop posting about palestine!

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you were helpless, depressed even. being locked up in your dorm for god knows how long. your friends had been nagging you about various parties on campus, you simply just left them on read, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of the party.

it wasnt until now that you had decided to go. not because you wanted to, you were going against your own will.

your friends, isabella, mattie and thea were forcing you out of your dorm because the state you were in right now was just honestly disgusting.

you were packing a bag to go over to isabellas house because they werent letting you stay in that dorm for a minute more, when thea said. “youve been stuck in here for forever, we havent seen you in awhile, we miss you girl.”

you sighed, reaching over to your closet to find an outfit appropriate for tonight. “look i know, things just havent been the best right now.” you didnt bother to look back because you know all thats going to be written on their faces will be pity.

“can you guys help me pick an outfit atleast?” they squeal, marching over to you before yanking you out of their ways.

mattie held up a dress, it was pink, delicate, something you would were on a picnic.

“dude, thats so basic.” isabella called out from the side, rolling her eyes at matties choice.

“i dont wear stuff like this— how would i fucking know?” she huffed.

“calm down guys, why dont we let ms depresso give us an idea of what she wants?” thea shouts over the teo annoyingly loud girls.

“i— depresso? seriously? not even funny.” you roll your eyes before pulling up pinterest on your phone, you always managed to find decent outfits off of the app.

you typed in ‘party outfits aesthetic.’ before you landed on something similar you had in your closet.

the outfit had a mini, mini, mini, mini black skirt paired with a black lettuce-cut, corset bralette looking thingy and just below that, knee-high boots. you admit it, you looked hot as fuck.

“damn girl, if i were gay id definitely hit you up.” way to go isabella, way to go.

“oh please youre totally into girls, youre acting like you dont eye that dina girl everytime we walk around her area on campus.” mattie adds.

isabella did everything in her will power to ignore the comment, but she couldnt help but blush.

the look of approval shot around the room was hilarious and you all burst out into laughter. you really havent felt this good in awhile.

quickly memorising the girl mattie had mentioned before, you could remember she would always be hanging around with someone else.

“hey, any of you know the girl dina hangs with? i cant think of her name.” you think hard, like really hard, you knew the girl was attractive from all the times you had seen her since isabella coincidentally hung there too.

“yeah, her names ellie, i buy from her sometimes. why, you got the hots for her?” thea teases.

“just shut up and give me her insta.” you roll your eyes, playfully shoving the girl as the two others made ‘oooooh’ sounds.

“fine, just give me a second.” thea whips out her phone and starts going through her following. she clicks on a profile and holds the phone up to you so you could get a good look.

her account was private, by the looks of it she had a batman smoking weed profile picture? interesting.. her user was ‘@ellieisawesome327.’

sounds like a name some 5 year old would put on secretly. “oh, interesting.” you couldnt help but giggle, she obviously wasnt the best at using this stuff.”

you pulled out your phone and searched for her user, you didnt follow it just yet, you thought it would be creepy since she didnt know you at all. you simply just kept the name in the search bar, ready for when you actually want to follow her.

———————

a few hours had passed and you all had gotten done up, makeup, hair, outfits, everything you would do before a party.

“whos car we taken’?” mattie asked. you and the others looked at her like she was some idiot.

“theres only one car in the driveway, take a guess numbskull?” thea pointed out, mattie pouted.

“rude.” she huffed. turning around to scroll on tiktok.

you were sitting on the bed, getting comfy since the party wasnt for another hour, when you spotted one of isabellas pillow. you had put it between your legs, you found some comfort in doing that ever since you were a kid, it was a weird and bad habit.

“whatre ya’ doin silly?” isabella pointed out, she sort of new you had this weird habit of putting things between your legs.

“getting comfy, what does it look like?” you roll your eyes, scrolling through your instagram feed.

“if you actually want something between your legs, try and get head tonight.” isabella added. it was a harmless joke, your group had always joked like this. you toned out the muffled giggles in the back thinking if you should actually get laid tonight.

it had been awhile since you had had sex, and it was getting annoying hearing everyones ‘wild’ stories.

you tool the pillow out from between your legs and threw it back into its position it was in before.

“you guys think we should get going? the parties in twenty minutes.” thea said. you all nodded and got up from your positions to march off to the car.

the drive was ten minutes, you put on your group playlist, it was made for roadtrips you guys took every once and awhile. but tonight you just needed to hear something other then their voices.

you were all vibing to the music when it eventually came to a stop. you sighed and got out of the car, shivering as the cold wind hit your very exposed body.

everyone walked in, it wasnt exactly packed, but you hesitated and mattie noticed that.

mattie was the average femme grouped masc. the one to carry around the shopping bags when you went shopping kind of girl. she was sweet, there were times where you had found yourself harmlessly crushing over her. she knew you had a bit of anxiety and offered you some of her meds before leaving but you kindly declined.

now obviously regretting your decision, she gripped onto your hand and squeezed it tight, for reassurance. you smiled and walked in with the others.

———————

it had been 2 hours and the group had split, isa probably off eating dinas face off, mattie chatting with some of the guys from a basketball team she had played against when faking being a guy as a dare, and thea off buying or even selling drugs. you were sat on a dusty old couch, not exactly wasted but definitely not sober.

you hadnt noticed you were sitting next to the girl whos instagram you were stalking earlier. but the realisation hit when you smelt weed from her direction.

she was very obviously eye fucking you, she wasnt even shy about it, it couldve been the weed that was in her system or she was wildly bold.

“hey?” you started off your soon long to be conversation.

“hi.” she was caught off guard when she realised you were talking to her.

“ellie right?” she nodded and you exchanged your name to her, along with numbers. you sat back further into the couch, parting your legs a little giving her a slight view of what was under you skirt. you enjoyed the fact that she was looking. a little smirk appeared on your face and she didnt notice it.

“my friend thea buys from you right?” she snapped her head up to look into your eyes. you noticed the green in her eyes under the blue hue of the lights in the room. she nodded,

“yeah why? wanna buy from me?” you shook your head.

“kinda tight on money right now, i would though.” you sighed, resting your head on your hand.

she thought for a minute. “ill share a blunt with you, only coz’ youre cute.” she winked and you blushed.

“oh, thanks..” you stare off awkwardly waiting for her to light it, she was wondering if she made you uncomfortable.

“s—sorry, didnt mean to make you uncomfortable.” you shook your head a smiled before she handed you the joint.

you took a puff and handed it back to her, waiting a bit before exhaling. you noticed she was manspreading. then you noticed she didnt quite look like any other girls that were at the party, very masculine. is she lesbian? no surely not, maybe she just likes being comfortable.

ellie was wearing a worn-out jacket, joels. she wore it everywhere she went.

she caught you staring at the position she was in, fighting the urge to spread them further. you noticed she was holding back from something and looked up at her, oh shit she caught you.

a shit eating grin was plastered on her face. “you ‘kay?” she asked, the same smug expression written all over her face.

you nodded and took the blunt out of her hand. you were blushing under the dim lights in the corner, the rest of the place was filled with colourful lights changing every second.

she started blushing too, she didnt know why. you looked up to her with parted lips. the high kind of kicking in now.

“can i.. kiss you?” you asked softly. you regretted that so hard, fuck fuck fuck she probably doesnt like girls..

she moved closer, draping a hand over your shoulder. “thought youd never ask.” she smirked before smashing her lips onto yours.

the kiss was hungry, like she was desperate for something, you couldnt quite place your tongue on it. the only thing placed on your tongue right now was hers. you kissed her back with just as much passion.

the moans you let out were absolutely pornographic. ellie knew she had to do something about this, stopping the kiss whilst you let out a whine from the lack of attention.

you were borderline wet, like waterpark wet, and it wasnt helping that you were wearing a flimsy skirt that had rode up in the process.

“cmon’ princess.” she took your hand, you felt a bit clumsy for some reason, dizzy, your head was foggy, only thinking about how good she tasted.

you followed her around as she knocked on various locked rooms. finally breaking one open, she slammed it shut, locking it and pressing you up against it. not to hard though, wouldnt wanna hurt your pretty little head.

“fuck, youre so goddamn hot.” she mumbled between kisses. you couldnt help but moan at how turned on she made you feel.

she pushed her knee up between your thighs and you shivered, grinding down onto it. chasing the very needed friction.

you wondered how such an innocent question like ‘can i kiss you?’ turned into you riding on her knee.

“els’, please..” that shit eating grin reappeared on her face and you just wanted to smack it right off, you rolled your eyes. your words and wetness only boosted her ego more.

“please what baby?” she teased. why was she teasing you? you couldnt take it. tears started bubbling in your eyes.

“please just— fuck me.” you mumble out. she liked the sight of you crying, so desperate for her. she was going to tease you more before you actually got what you wanted.

“what was that?” she smirked.

you looked up at her through teary eyes. “can you, uh— go down on me? please?” you were begging, that was a sight.

she pulled you over to the bed, through the dimly light room. “strip.”

you did as she said, it wasnt hard to take off your clothes since there was barely anything on you. first your top, leaving you in a skimpy black lacy bra to match your underwear. then came the boots and skirt.

finally, leaving you in a two piece set. she was waiting patiently for you to take them off. you dont know why you were so hesitant, maybe it was because you hadnt done this in awhile, or maybe it was because her stare was so intense it made your stomach do flips, distracting you from the easy task.

she walked over to help you since you couldnt finish what you had started. “d’ you want this?” you nodded painfully slow.

she peeled off your underwear, holding them up to get a good look before back down to your now bare cunt. it was dripping at the sight of her.

“s’ wet for me princess.” she smirked once more, if she smirked anymore her face would probably get stuck like that.

then came the bra, she asked you to turn around so she could unclip it, she was slightly struggling since she wasnt used to these fancy bras, only because she wears a sports bra.

you giggled and reached your arms behind you to take it off, turning around to leave her ogling at the sight of you.

“youre so beautiful.” you blushed, hard. she looked up at you for some sort of reassurance and you nodded.

a minute ago she was so dominant and now shes sweeter than a cookie. you adored that.

she reached her hands out to cup your tits, so soft, she thought. squeezing them and pinching your now hardened, pebbled nipples.

she elicited a moan out of you. you sat back on the bed for comfort and she dived into them. sucking harshly on your tits.

you couldnt tell if you hated it or loved it, your monas were telling her otherwise.

she left purple marks all over your neck, tits, stomach, anywhere she could mark really. you were huffing, all you needed her to do was touch you down there.

“patience baby.” she replied to your subtle huffs. you rolled your eyes, pleading with your body language as you rolled your hips into nothing.

her head moved down slowly, taking time with your body as if you werent some one night stand. did she actually like you?

she kissed all over your stomach and you felt giddy, you were giggling at how it tickled.

the she dipped her head low, taking in how soaked you were. the whole time you had been rubbing your thighs together. any subtle touch made you go crazy.

she fully dived in, and you moaned her name out, loud enough to here over the booming music. “e-els!” she teased your clit with her tongue, licking a stripe down, giving your clit kitten kisses.

her tongue reached places your fingers couldn’t surprisingly. you couldnt stop panting. it felt like heaven.

your vision was going blurry, white, if the coil in your belly bubbled anymore it was going to snap. “ellie.. i—im gonna!..” she moaned into your pussy, sending hypnotising vibrations into it.

“i know baby, come for me.” those words was the thing that snapped the bubbling coil.

you felt hot slick pool out of you, she lapped up all she could, almost overstimulating you. you were panting.

she got up and laid beside you, toying with your plush tits. you could almost fall asleep right then and there.

“alright,” she patted your thigh. “i gotta get going, heres my number though.” she pulled out a random piece of paper from her pocket and a pen. had she been preparing for this? you thought. she handed you the note like a little kindergartener and put her shirt back on.

you had the sudden urge to shove a pillow between your legs, whining from the loss. you fought back everything in you to shove the pillow that was staring at you between your legs. you watched ellie leave,

she left you on the bed looking back at you to smile before closing the door behind you. you eventually got up and put your clothes on, walking over to the bathroom that was in the small room to fix up your hair and makeup.

you realised your hand was still clutching that little piece of paper. you looked at it and read it slowly, still regaining composure.

‘**** **** **** **** message me ;) x’

you probably werent going to message her, but just incase, you slipped the note into your purse and walked out of the room going to look for you friends to take them home, luckily ellie had sobered you up.

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a/n: im sorry the ending actually sucks i was getting sick of this and i needed to get it out of my drafts. should i turn it into a series were reader actually messages ellie? idk.

#lesbian #ellie williams #ellie x reader #lgbtqia #i need ellie bro #wlw #bad habits #ellie williams tlou #ellie tlou #ellie is so hot #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut

[animeshotsh]

I saw Makima and Denji reader and I love both of them.

Can I request Kishibe reader.

Like somehow he died and come to hell and surprise some of sinner of his strings.

Then watch this anime for 2 years now I forgot a bit about them but I do remember him.

Being Kishibe its basically being a badass sinner!! I dont remember his demon contracts but had to do something with knifes at least.

Dam! | Various x Kishibe!Reader |

Warnings: HH Violence - Cursing - Blood - Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs - Smoking - Grammar Mistakes- AngelxHusk - Valentino gets his ass beated up (just a mention) - PLATONIC

Being woke up with a headache was normal for you, your diet was basically alcohol at this point in your life. Then again to live in this kind of work you had to have one adicction or two.

And your was alcohol.

However this did not felt like these headaches, no this felt more like a fatal one.

You cant remember how it had happen but you were for sure killed by a demon. And what did you get back after years of working to protect others ? Oh yeah, dying alone and also being woke up in the middle of what could have been the apocalypse with the red sky and screms.

Fucking fantastic

You noted move on the side and quickly draw out your knife trowing it at the whatever was making that noise. It was more a reflex you were suprised you still could use your old demons powers.

As you walked to see what you had catched you found a pink creature with one eyes and horns.

Wierd

"Hey....where its the nearest bar?"

You needed a drink.

~☆~☆~☆

"Hey! You wont believe this" Angel said to Husk once he enter the Hotel, the biggest smile on his face, something strange to see since everybody knew he had been having a hard time with Valentino.

"No, i cant see the future" Husk responded in a joking way preparing a drink for Angel.

"A sinner basically destroyed Valentino's bar...well one of them, not the point!! And He was there and this sinner just...basically just humillated him like it was nothing" Angel said his smile getting bigger and bigger as he told Husk. "And that sinner did this crazy move, like they kicked Valentino's face and then took their drink from the air!! It was pretty hot to see"

Husk stared back, wondering if Angel had too much alcohol or had used some new drugs but no, he seemed normal. However, a sinner just basically cleaned the floor with Valenino? He may not be the strongest however not anyone can take him down.

~☆~☆~☆

"I cant even have a drink at peace" you said now walking down the streets, others whispering about you then leaving quickly.

"Hello there friend!" A voice said making you see a deer demon? Well you could not care less and passed by him, ignoring him.

Alastor's eye twitched but he stayed calm turning towards you.

"You did put a show, you know? All the city its talking about you!"

"I dont care about that" you stated looking at the deer that kept smiling.

"Well, it centraly does catch the interest of some...dangerous fellas" at this you simplely rolled your eyes making Alastor want to take them out "But lucky you i know a place where no one would dare to go against you!"

"I dont need that"

"Oh trust me....you do"

~☆~☆~☆~

By telling you that you could stay for free and have food you accepted his offer not shaking his hand and just following him. Alastor noted how despiste your lay back self you were actually very wary of others.

He was so interested in you.

~☆~☆~☆

To Angel you were his new favoite person and hero. Not everybody would dare go against Valentino and most ended being intoxicated with his own drug. But you? Oh you were different.

Of course Angel followed you around like a lost puppy making Husk jealous, but later when Husk found out your drinking habit you both bonded over it.

~☆~☆~☆

Charlie was just happy to have another sinner at her hotel, you seemed cold and distant but she could still see that you cared.

Just days after being there she found her girlfriend and you training in combat together. Vaggie did struggle a lot to get an opening on you as you just defended yourself with a small knife.

"How can you-" Vaggie could not end her speech as your knife passed her defense and stopped just a few inches away from her good eye.

"Your left eye its your blind spot. You have a good defense but you still leave an opening there" you pointed out drinking a bit and letting Vaggie absord the information. "You also need to be quicker"

~☆~☆~☆

Once the older Overlords got the news they shared a laught. It was not a secret that they did not like the V's. So your fight and the lose from Valentino had made them take a liking towards you almost inmidiatly.

Alastor took you to one meeting and during all of it, it was them asking you about your powers and such. Of course you said little to almost nothing only staying back to ask Carmilla about her weapons and how you could get one.

"If you need someone to be killed and not be connected to you, thats my line of work"

And thats how you ended with some blades made of angelic power.

~☆~☆~☆

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #carmilla x reader #charlie x reader #vaggie x reader #angel dust x reader #husk x reader

[lia404]

Get to know me better game—2 in 1 because I'm 6 months late

Tagged by: @baratrongirl and @missmewachu

Thanks for being so patient while I was figuring out how Tumblr works again and why I had a blue dot beside "Activity" (as in, notifications about tag games I've been sent 6 months ago. Better late than never 🤦‍♀️) Thankfully the tag games you sent my way are very similar so it won't be hard to do 2 in 1!

Last song I listened to: Chipzel - Courtesy - YouTube

The 1st track of Super Hexagon, composed by Chipzel. Chipzel's music has been a pick-me-up since 201...4 I think? And since I fell back into Super Hexagon around a week ago, the music has also found its way back into my work playlist.

Currently reading: Trick question! There is what I am MEANT to read, and what I am ACTUALLY reading.

What I am MEANT to read is To Shape a Dragon's Breath, by Moniquill Blackgoose, which has absolutely all the elements I need to love a book. The problem is that my brain absolutely refuses moving further than Chapter 1, and I've been stuck for MONTHS. The good news is that when it happens, I usually struggle until the moment my brain finally snaps and I read the whole book in an afternoon. Wait for me, Moniquill Blackgoose, I'll soon be raving about your book.

What I am ACTUALLY reading is... well, it's more re-reading, but I'm going through Happy Hour by Inkflavored and Keep the Light Shining by Clydeside, two Yu-Gi-Oh AUs that have been incredibly healing for me in the past months, for very different reasons. I wanted to re-experience them to see if I could turn them into fanbinding projects (if the authors give me the authorisation of course, but I haven't reached this level of confidence yet, let's give it time.)

Currently watching: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS.

Do you believe me if I tell you that it was an accident? It kinda was though! I wasn't the one who played the first episodes I just kept going afterwards. That said, I have fully adopted Yusaku. I kind of wish he could meet Philip from Kamen Rider W. Things would go so well.

Currently writing: this one is plain cruel, because after a drought spell of almost 2 years, I finally feel like getting back into writing (thank you, current obsession.)

I have 3 WIPs, one PWP because I like a challenge, one backstory of a character that has basically become my OC, and one AU that @wisyhana created and that I'm using as a wonderful sandbox. I am between 2k and 5k into each, nothing is complete, I'm losing my mind. But at least I'm writing again, right?

Spicy/sweet/savoury: Okay yes no it's cruel again and you will not make me pick just one.

If you've followed me these past years you know that I have completely lost my sense of taste between 2020 and 2023. I was lucky enough, and honestly even the specialised doctor said it was a miracle, to have most of it come back to me abruptly in March 2023, after 3 years unable to enjoy a bit of chocolate or a nice gratin. Some tastes are lost forever, but so few compared to what came back that I just can only be very very grateful and very confident in saying SPICY SWEET SAVOURY I'LL TAKE THEM ALL. I LOVE TASTES. ALL OF THEM.

Relationship status: I have been told polyamory looks good on me.

And I am lucky to have the most patient and tolerant lovers ever. EVER. I love them so much and I'm so bad at showing it because I am a mess. There isn't a day where my heart doesn't overflow with gratitude that they are in my life and agree to putting up with my bullshit.

Current obsession: Listen, Mew put it SO ELOQUENTLY I can help but quote:

mentally ill traumatised japanese teenagers and their ancient egyptian guys who hang out in their jewellery all playing card games.

So, yeah, current obsession is Yu-Gi-Oh!, and with it Duel Links, and everything children-card-game-adjacent. I am currently trying to figure out why everyone in this kid's show is so hot and delightfully traumatised. Characters after my own heart, all ready to be projected on and used for cathartic writing purposes. Other obsession is MEW'S FAULT TOO ACTUALLY since it's my newly founded Clan in Flight Rising. Ask me about my dragon Atem.

Favourite colour: I like my colour like my wine—burgundy. (I actually like all sort of shades of purple, violet and red, but I don't know how to list them.)

Tagging: Wow uh who do I know around here who is still active?

@twilightknight17 for sure (although I'm sure you already did it), @wingsonghalo maybe? Uuuh, I think @the-wanderer-of-thoughts and @istadris? You know, considering how inactive I am here, I think it's already a lot, but if you're not in the list and want to do it too, be my guest!

#lia blabla #tag game #it's been weeks and i still have no idea what i am doing #why is formatting such a nightmare #and sorry this is so long wow #do people really actually read these things or are they here for the writer to pause and consider how they'd answer #lia in fandoms #i promise next time i figure out how to insert cuts in posts i thought it was something that was automatic

[softboyluvr]

something told me i should

edward cullen x fem!reader

warnings: intentional lower caps, not proofread but other than that just fluff

the year the cullens arrived at forks was no different than any other. summer was over, yet it was the first few weeks of the fall where the sun didn’t shine as hard but the humidity refused to let go of it’s claim. the sunny days at the beach being replaced by the comfort of four walls and an ac as the hot rain pelted outside. 

 alice was the first one you met, her bubbly and chatty personality making you both fast friends, though she would always make it sound like your friendship was fated. written in the stars was how she liked to put it. 

despite her best efforts the next cullens to be added to your list of friends were rosalie and emmett. and although alice loved her family warming up to you it always seemed like something was missing for her. 

it wasn’t weird at all when her house became your designated hangout spot. matter of fact you loved the cullen house, it was always just at the perfect temperature and it smelled sweet and inviting. but when you really thought about it everything about them seemed inviting. 

it was one of those intolerably warm fall days when you found yourself on alice’s room, alice missing from the equation. it had been a couple minutes since she disappeared through the door and you could see the sun beginning to set outside. you got up from your comfortable spot in alice’s bedroom and started the walk towards the stairs, not paying much attention to the way but getting lost admiring the beautiful home that never seemed to lose it’s charm, when a pair of hands stopped you in the way. 

a string of apologies already making its way out your lips as your hands go to grip the arms of whoever is steading you. your eyes finally meeting the strange man’s ones, the bronze hue reminding you of alice’s. 

“im so sorry i wasn’t looking at where i was going” his hands were still holding on to your bare arms and only then did you start to feel the cold seeping from his fingers. 

“don’t apologize, i wasn’t paying much attention either” he smiled warmly at you. “i was looking for my sister alice”

his arms were strong and firm, and the way his words dripped out of his mouth like honey. it was almost like you were under a trance. “alice hasn’t been upstairs for a good half an hour”

he hummed, his eyes were still scanning your face when alice peeked her head from behind him. 

“edward! i see you’ve met my friend y/n” 

his eyes left yours for a moment as the left corner of his lip curled upwards. “seems like i have”  his hands slid down your arms as your own let go of him, stepping back to get out of his way and walk towards your friend. suddenly reminded of why you were in the lookout for her. 

“al i have to head home” you nodded your head towards one of the many windows, the sun starting to hide behind the trees. “curfew”

alice’s eyes fleeted behind you. “oh no” she sighed. “babes jasper just asked me to fetch him something from his room and i need to get it to him as soon as possible. he might need my help for something else”

“don’t even worry about that. i can walk home” you said with a smile on your face. 

alice’s eyes blew wide. “of course not. that’s nonsense” her voice raised. “edward can drive you home. right edward?”

you turned your head to see the hypnotic man, who’s name you now knew was edward, halfway through the doorway to what you presumed was his bedroom. his eyes met yours and he smiled, his fingers slipping from the doorknob. “sure” and he was on his way back to you. 

alice clapped and bid her goodbyes to you. placing a fast kiss to your cheek and then she was gone. 

his voice was velvet when he spoke again, suddenly beside you. “let’s get you home yeah?”

you nodded and let him lead you to his car. a shiny volvo parked next to a flashy red sports car, he opened the door for you and you couldn’t help but blush. that was the first time a guy ever opened the door for you. he smiled. 

the drive to your house was comfortably silent. edward asked you for directions from time to time but it always seemed like he already expected your next command. 

you broke the silence first. “how come i have never seen you around?”

he turned to face you with an eyebrow raised. 

“i always hang out with alice at your house and i had never seen you before”

edward didn’t respond. he knew why you had never seen him, he didn’t want to meet you. alice’s thoughts were the hardest to avoid and he hated when she would lay his future in front of him. especially when said future included a human girl, a human girl who she went out of her way to befriend. a human girl who was now sat inside of his car mere inches away from him. 

“i apologize. i seem to be very busy these days”

having you so close was distracting him, all he could see were alice’s visions all too clear inside his head. and he knew he was diving headfirst onto something that he swore he would try to avoid. it didn’t help at all that he could hear everything you thought about him. seeing his own eyes through your mind was confirmation enough, you were diving in too. 

he could see you frowning from the corner of his eye and before you said anything else the words were falling from his mouth. “i don’t think alice was truly busy, you know?”

you laughed. “i was just thinking the exact same thing. she never flakes on driving me home”

he was parking outside of your house now. turning so his full attention was on you. “im glad she did”

you smiled and the way he was looking at you made you wonder if he could feel it too. maybe you were just making it up. 

“could i get your number?” you just kept looking at him. “i know i could get it from alice but i just don’t. i don’t want you to leave yet”

maybe he was moving too fast. but after seeing his future laid out with you, he couldn’t help himself. he had denied himself of this for too long. 

after a brief pause you smiled. “sure”

he watched as you typed your number onto his phone. adding a smiley face after your name, making a smile of his own appear on his face. you opened the door and slid out of his car turning around one last time. 

“call me” you said with a smile and then shut the door. walking to your doorstep. 

edward raced home, debating when the appropriate time for calling you would be. he didn’t want too seem overly eager, but he didn’t want you to think he was uninterested either. he barely made it inside the door before alice was planted next to him talking excitedly. 

“i already have some ideas for your date tomorrow so i think you should call her now”

edward smiled, pulling his phone from his back pocket. you picked up at the fourth ring. 

“hey, i didn’t think you would call” you sounded pleased to hear from him. 

his laugh came out soft. “something just told me i should”

—————

thanks for reading omg. seeing the feedback is so encouraging and fills my heart with joy so thank you thank you thank you. requests are still opened <3

#edward cullen #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen fluff #twilight #twilight saga #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson

[thefloorisbalaclava]

a forever type of love

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Words: 876

Warnings: Some self-deprecation, lots of kisses, cuddles, Frankie baby just needs some reassurance.

Summary: You and Frankie do not have a typical relationship, but you like it that way.

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written about my best boy. Luckily, someone sent in a request and changed that!

[frankie masterlist pt. 1][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

Frankie is a good man. No, he’s a great man. You wish he knew this.

Society would try to make him feel ashamed.

After everything that had happened in his life, it was hard for him to find work. It was hard for him to do a lot of things. He struggled to make sense of it all. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? And you had to tell him that there was nothing wrong with him. What he was suffering from was understandable, and there was no shame.

You both agreed that he would stay home for now. You didn’t mind. He had no idea how happy you were to come home every day, knowing he would be there to greet you. Sometimes it was a shout from the basement as he did laundry. Other times he peeked his head out from the kitchen while making dinner to welcome you home. There was nothing like coming home and wrapping your arms around the man you love after a long day.

You don’t call him a ‘stay-at-home husband’ or a ‘house husband’; no, he was just your husband. That word was important enough on its own.

You loved how he told you everything he did around the house while you were at work. He was proud, and that made you proud. He told you he was interested in planting a garden as you both washed and dried dishes.

“I think growing our veggies would be cool,” he said with an adorable smile.

“I never knew my husband had such green thumbs,” you joked. “Go for it. It might be kinda hot to come home and see you bent over, covered in dirt.”

“Babe,” he chuckled before sprinkling you with some water.

You just looked at him for a moment and smiled. “I love seeing you like this, Frankie.”

“Like what?”

“Happy,” you told him, and he shrugged sheepishly.

“It took some time, but I think I finally found my groove. I have you to thank for that.” He nudged you playfully as he dried his hands. “I couldn’t have done it on my own.”

“I’m proud of you, Frankie, and I love you.” You hugged him, and he tucked a hand under your chin to lift your head so he could kiss you.

“I love you, too. Let’s go. Shower then bed for you, miss.” He tapped your butt, and you both went upstairs.

After your shower, you lay in bed talking to him.

“Oh yeah, I also changed the sheets,” he said proudly.

“These are my favorite,” you said.

“I know.” He touched your face gently.

“You’re the best husband a girl could ask for.” You snuggled closer.

“Am I?” He wrapped an arm around you.

“Mmhmm.” You rubbed your nose against his and smiled.

“Thank you,” he said before kissing you once.

“For what?” you asked.

“I dunno. For loving me, I guess…even though I’m not a typical kind of husband.” His words trailed off.

“What do you mean?” You sat up slightly.

“Uh…it doesn’t matter. Never mind.” He shrugged and stared at the ceiling.

“Tell me, Frankie.”

“I …you work, and I stay at home. I’m not a typical husband. We don’t have a typical relationship.”

“Who said we had to be typical?” you asked.

“Society,” he responded.

“Fuck society. Are you happy, Frankie?”

“I’m…I’m ecstatic. I never thought I would find someone like you, but I also have doubts every…fucking…day.” He clenched his jaw and shook his head.

“Doubts about us?” you wondered nervously.

“What? No. About me. About the possibility of losing you.” He looked at you, and his eyes gleamed with unshed tears.

“I’m not going anywhere, Frankie. Listen to me, I never wanted typical. I’ve loved you for a thousand years, baby, and I’m gonna love you for a thousand more.” You held his face in your hands. “Yes, I work, and you stay home, and maybe society finds that atypical, but I don’t, and you shouldn’t either.” You stroked his cheekbones.

“But—”

“This is us. This is how it was meant to be, how we were meant to be. I wouldn’t have it any other way, okay?” You smiled at him.

“Okay.” He smiled sadly, then crushed himself to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “What do they call it…a fucking…house husband? Stay-at-home husband?” he chuckled against your neck.

“I don’t care what they call it, babe,” you told him.

He sat up. “You’ll come home one day, and I’ll be wearing a French maid outfit,” he joked, and you snorted.

“Hmmm…that might be kinda hot, actually,” you teased, and he playfully tackled you onto your back while laughing.

“They can call me whatever they want as long as I get to be yours,” he said, smiling down at you.

“You are mine, Frankie, baby. You’re mine, and I love you.” You kissed him.

“And I love you.” He laid his head on your chest and sighed happily.

“I kinda wanna buy you a French maid outfit now,” you said, holding back a laugh.

“Shut up,” he chuckled. You played with his hair, and he sighed. “I’m so lucky,” he said quietly. “So lucky.”

But you were luckier.

#frankie baby #frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #headcanon

[trin-gvf]

J.T.K - forbidden love

1k words minors DNI

jake x fem!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, age gap

i just wanted to get something out, my writers block has been acting up </3

you stared out your window, watching jake down his 3rd beer of the day. he was your dad's best friend and he was over today, cooking for a barbecue the two men wanted to host.

you decided it was time to get dressed. you ended up getting into an ankle long skirt with a slit in it and a black cropped tank top. you pair it with a pair of regular converse. it was too hot for pants or a regular shirt. you didn't want to put too much makeup on so you decided with mascara and winged eyeliner with lip gloss.

you walked outside to see your dad and jake talking. you walked up to your dad and gave him a hug.

"look who's awake!" he said, scruffing your hair

"dad!" you complained, fixing your hair.

"leave her alone, danny, who knows how long it took her to get ready" jake said the second half of his sentence in a funny voice.

"jake you're almost as bad as him," you groaned.

"aww it's just jokes, kiddo. how've you been? haven't seen you in a while." he said, pulling you into a side hug. you hugged him back and popped a piece of chicken into your mouth that jake had just cooked.

"mmm! that's pretty good!"

jake said thank you before you asked.

"are josh and sammy here?" danny nodded and pointed passed the crowd of people to the two men.

"alright, I'll talk to you guys later" you said, walking towards your dad's friends.

"hey y/n!" josh said, hugging you. he was in his usual get up, a jacket, white shirt and khaki pants.

"how are you in that?! it's 88 degrees today" (31°c) you asked in disbelief

"it's comfortable, plus you're just dramatic." he said, taking a swig from a corona.

you gave a hug to sam next and caught up with the two.

"how's college going? you're in your first year, yeah?" sam asked as he took a bite of a vegetable kebab.

"its going good, lots of studying and loads of exams but overall it's not too bad."

—

later in the day, it had cooled off and you decided to go back into your room. you were about to do school work when you heard your phone ding.

jakey: you looked nice today. it was good to see you

y/n: thank you, jake! it was amazing seeing you.

jake: 🖤

y/n: oh! could you come up to my room? i have something for you!

he said he would and eventually heard a knock on your door. you smirked knowing what you were about to do.

"hi, jake" you smiled at him.

"hey, y/n, what ya got?"

you walked over to your desk and grabbed a guitar pick.

"i bought it because it reminded me of you." you explained, handing it to him.

"oh my god that's so cool!" he exclaimed while looking it over.

it was a black guitar pick with a red electric guitar painted onto it.

"i cant even use this, its too cool to get fucked up" he laughed, looking at you.

you smiled up at him, looking his face over. his smile disappeared when he saw you doing so.

"what's wrong? is there something on my face?" his heart started to race.

in reality, he was very aware of what was about to go down. no matter how hard either of you tried, itd happen.

"no…i just think you're handsome."

"y/n…we can't-"

you softly laid a hand on his chest.

"jake, i haven't stopped thinking about you since the last time" you said, giving him begging eyes.

"tell my dad you're in the bathroom, whatever you have to do. just…please-" your words were cut short by jakes lips. he looked back, making sure the door was locked before pushing you back onto the bed.

he left soft yet hurried kisses to your neck.

"you better be so fucking quiet." be growled in your ear. you hurriedly nodded, softly crying for his touch.

he tore your skirt off, roughly massaging your clit through your panties.

"fuck i have to be quick." he said, looking at the clock on your nightstand. he pulled his pants down along with his boxers.

he drug his cock through your wetness. as he pushed in, he softly laid his forehead on your shoulder and gasped as he started to fuck into you.

"i missed your pussy so much. fits my cock so well." he started to pick up his pace. you enjoyed the feeling of being stretched out by jakes cock.

the secret of it all made it so much better. knowing anyone could hear you if you got too loud.

"god jake your so fucking good…holy- shit!" you whisper yelled as his thumb toyed with your clit.

you both froze when you heard a knock on your door.

"y/n?!' it was your dad's voice.

"oh fuck.." jake mouthed to you.

"yeah!??" you asked him.

"have you seen jake?! i can't find him!" he said, talking through the door.

"uh- no! i haven't!"

"ughh! i'll find him, thanks!"

you heard his footsteps walk down the hallway. jake let out a breath before saying

"that was so fucking close. holy shit."

"hurry up jake" you said, needing to get off already.

he nodded and went even quicker and deeper into you.

you squeezed your eyes shut and left your mouth slightly open. jake covered your mouth with his hand, letting you bite down on it.

"finish, baby. finish for me."

as you came, your vision went blurry and all your senses went numb. when you came back down, jake was pushing your shirt up, just about to finish. he pulled out and let his cum paint your stomach.

you both quickly got your clothes back on, pulling your shirt down after cleaning the cum up.

before he left the room, he pulled you into a hug and gave you a kiss.

"i'll text you later, princess."

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka #jake #sammy #sammy kiszka smut #danny #danny wagner smut #jake kiszka smut #josh gvf #jake gvf #sammy gvf #danny gvf

[random-cryptid]

*crashes in here* ok ik i havent been here in a bajillion years and i am so sorry for that and unloading a small novel on you dgkdgkh

but i had the dumbest thought. imagine tryna teach the sanderson's modern stuff. cuz i just saw a selfship post that said something along the lines of studying with your fo (fictional other. like a significant other, but its a fictional character instead of an actual human sgshdh) and now all i can think about is attempting to teach winnie, mary, and sarah all the stuff ive learned over the years

im not sure who'd find which subjects the most interesting. i dont have any art textbooks but i do have some notes from art history and waaayyy too many art supplies and i'd be happy to teach mary and sarah about art history and how to use some of the things i have (assuming i remember how to use thems). i think winnie would be fascinated by science! theres some branches of it like chemistry that feel a lot like magic, but i.... dont have access to things like that nor the smarts to even attempt to do chem (i do have access to vids so theres that at least), so it'd be hard to teach her that. i do have some anatomy and biology books that i think she'd like, and i have so many space books and i am dying to share them with all three of them holy dhit.

as for history, i think all three of them would be fascinated by it. theres been so many things that have happened since they died the first time around as well as so much that happened before they were born or happened when they were young but on the other side of the world.

plus, maybe some of what im talking to them about would help stick in my own brain easier so thats a bonus!

I am SO SORRY I'm answering this right now, but the past few weeks have been hectic to say the least 😭 I started Swedish clases lol.

Anyway YES I AGREE Mary but Sarah especially would be so interested in art methinks. Actually I believe Sarah is interested in fashion in some way (I hc that she made her own clothes and helped make Winnie's gown). And YES Winnie is so woman in STEM to me 😩 however I failed Chemistry every single year of high school lol BUT I was top of my class on Biology 😎 and actually think Sarah and Mary would be interested in Biology, although for different reasons (one for cooking and the other well... torture 😅).

OH YEAH HISTORY THAT'S SO FUN I think maybe they have an interest in different eras, Mary is definitely more of a contemporary girl (the way she picks up modern slang??? Scary). Winnie might be obsessed with the British Royal Family ngl 😭 I wonder what she'll think of Princess Diana. Now Sarah I'm not sure what she would enjoy from History 🤔 I mean ig fashion history or something idk 😭😭😭

ALSO ACTUALLY I REMEMBER WATCHING AN ALCHEMY VIDEO and it's pretty much Chemistry so. I think Mary would enjoy Chemistry too but maybe a different branch. Medicinal Chemistry perhaps? While Winnie is more of a Environmental Chemistry girl (since she literally can shoot lightning from her fingers I wouldn't be surprised she wanted to make a contraption to... Idk shoot fire as hot as the fucking sun)

#also obviously since Mary is already a walking fat stereotype lets not forget she's definitely interested in cooking #(well so am I. I am also a walking fat stereotype) #hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #asking the ghost #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #the sanderson sisters #mary sanderson #also Winnie is a resourceful girl she'll figure out how to make some chemical components and shit #where did she get them from? we'll never know

[bidarcywriter]

“You here for Max?” 

Billy stopped about a foot from the passenger side window, close enough for Steve to catch a whiff of smoke, sharp mint, and some cologne Billy must’ve just applied for how strong it was. Cinnamon tones burned in Steve’s airways. He stole a glance at the open V of his shirt, telling himself it was a hunt for Starcourt scars. 

“How the fuck aren’t you freezing your ass off?” Steve shook his head in mock disapproval. "In case you didn’t get the memo, it’s February. And yeah, yeah I’m here for Max.”

Billy tilted his head to one side, and Steve could almost feel hot steam on his neck from the showers in Hawkins high, almost. It wasn’t quite the same. Billy sized up an opponent back then, an enemy, tried to draw out the infamous King Steve just to flaunt his superiority; now Billy just looked...tired. Apathetic underneath that killer grin. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about my ass.”

That brought a humorless smile to Steve’s lips. Rebellious and unable to resist what he called the “fuck it” impulse, he dropped his gaze to view said ass, every bit of its hard-earned curve. Steve used Ted Wheeler as inspiration for how impressed to be. “Whatever, Hargrove.”

That, surprisingly, earned a chuckle from Billy. Like he didn’t expect Steve to do it. “Cassidy.”

“What?”

Billy blew a steady stream of smoke away from his car, waited for it to fade, then shrugged. Steve thought it looked a hair too casual for someone who didn’t give a fuck. “Trying something out.”

“Oh.” Silence carried on for about four seconds (subjective four minutes) and Steve’s stomach twisted, adding nerves to a cocktail of uncertainty. He felt awkward knowing it must be his mother’s name, the one who left him all those years ago in Sunny California. “Yeah. I—it uh, suits you.”

Billy grinned with his teeth. That was more like him, inching dangerously close to the asshole from senior year and every bit as suave, but the tell—Steve noticed up close—was in his eyes. So blue now. Empty of that visceral, nameless thing that used to fog them up like storm clouds. Empty of a lot of things. 

A shell, he realized.

“Liar.”

He was right.

Billy Cassidy sounded all kinds of strange to Steve, like ill-fitting clothes or stiff shoes. Not like Steve didn’t get distancing himself from ‘Hargrove,’ though - everyone in Hawkins heard about how Neil dealt with the massive Starcourt shitshow of ’85.

It was kind of messed up, honestly. Billy had still been in the coma when the government showed up and Neil fucked off like a bat out of hell - ‘like Billy’s mother did’, Steve overheard someone say. At the local supermarket. 

Small towns, man. Small fucking towns.

There were other rumors, too. Darker ones made of human monsters and fake smiles, but Steve had no clue whether those were true. He felt guilty for even listening in the first place, because they weren’t the kind of stories he could (or wanted to) confirm. Only one thing was sure. Hargrove or Cassidy, it didn’t matter: Billy would resent any pity Steve showed him. So he swallowed it down.

“You could grow into it,” Steve offered instead. 

“That’s the idea.”

A pause. Then, since Steve felt like pushing it today—“So, you really staying in Hawkins? Thought you’d be halfway to California the minute your car was up and running.”

Billy cocked a brow. Steve noticed a small slit in the arch of it, unable to discern if it was style or something that used to bleed. “Hawkins is the shit hole of shit holes, but lucky for the shit hole, I’m staying a while. Not like my baby won’t get a taste of California streets again soon.” He took a leisurely drag. “Why? Hoping I’d get out of your hair?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Billy chuckled, but the sound was different than before. Like nails scraping pavement. “Precious, coming from the guy who visited daily when I was out cold.” The emptiness in Billy’s gaze didn’t disappear, still swallowed up any spark of life, but he continued to sound more like his dickish self with every sentence. A pink tongue poked out from between his teeth. “According to Max, that is. I’m touched. Really.”

Steve groaned as his cheeks warmed. Wished he could smack his forehead against something hard. Max Mayfield was a traitor. “Yeah, don’t get too excited. Your sister needed someone there in case you, I don’t know, tried to fucking stab her with another broken floor tile.”

Reflecting back, he had absolutely no clue what made him say it. Steve only got bits and pieces of what happened with the sauna test; the kids, Max in particular, hated talking about it.

Billy’s cigarette fell to one side. For a split second he looked stunned, like he’d been hit, and even though he recovered fast and scrubbed away all evidence with a smile like a concrete wall, Steve tasted guilt. 

He—fuck.

Steve scratched the back of his neck, fingers stinging. Not meeting Billy’s eyes. “Shit, man. I shouldn’t have—jesus.”

“Save it, Harrington,” Billy cut in, voice sinking an octave. Steve had expected it to sound angry, not resigned. Not hollow. “I know what I fucking did.”

Something churned in Steve’s stomach. Sickened him. He never thought about whether Billy remembered what the Mindflayer did with his body. He lit up with the sudden urge to double down on his apology, to explain he didn’t hold Billy responsible for all that shit, none of them did, but when he parted his lips? Nothing came out. The words got stuck somewhere between formation and the roof of his mouth. 

Mercifully, Max chose that moment to shimmy through the front door sideways, shattering the tension like a rock through a window. 

Full fic here <3

#my writing #Feeling You #currently working on chapter 2 #Can't wait to delve into billy pov <3 #hurt & comfort for days #Billy Hargrove Redemption #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #post season 3 #fic excerpt

[faorism]

[very long post featuring a food truck turned tattoo ot3 au with mentions of former gang involvement, paying off loans, and carceral system including parole]

toby, instead of a cooking school for kids, works with incarcerated people and recent parolees. eliot has history with bike gangs and didnt snitch on anyone, but he always kept clean; they could never pin anything on him except some low level nonviolent crimes. eliot went through the program while doing time. he had a little bit of savings he kept aside, plus what he made working with toby after getting out. he got a dinky used food truck with all he had.

because the truck was bought rundown but cheap, he needs to take it in a lot to the shop closest to his mcsweetens. the best mechanic they have for a truck like that is parker. when she meets eliot, she squints and asks, hey dont i know you? and eliot flips through his mental rolodex and places her: sterling your parole officer too? which shes like oh yeah! that guy sucks right? so, about your truck blah blah. (she has had a hard life, in and out of juvie and foster care growing up for general nonviolent thievery. sterling nearly had a blood vessel burst in his forehead when she told him she got a job at a mechanics shop; she just smirked at him and said that her carjacking days were when she was a minor and hence, sealed.)

eliot puts out good food consistently until eventually, he gets traction and then he gets included on a show like diners, drive-ins and dives. his food truck gets HOT to the point that he can expand to a second truck, which parker offers to help him shop for it so he doesnt end up with another clunker. eliot is like, isnt that bad for business? and parker gives him a look and thats how eliot knows its real friendship between them. he may also kinda sorta maybe be attracted to her, but hes desperate for friends and also eventually she mentions having a guy in her life, so eliot doesnt bother.

then, a few years in, it may be ambitious with two (very busy!) trucks already out, but toby is willing to put in seed money for eliot to open up a brick and mortar, where eliot can have more freedom to experiment with his menu. eliot takes him on even as parker complains that he should replace his first truck first.

her suggestion comes back to haunt eliot when the truck dies right after hes signed the lease for the building. he feels DOOM but parker suggests that he can save on interior design by using the old truck parts for decoration. for all the years of steady customer devotion, she will chop it up for just the cost of materials and even that will be at retail price. which. feels like love really really deep camaraderie right there! (i think nate and sophie are used car salespeople who also have the side hustle of selling used parts, so they are parkers source for fixing the truck plus who she brings eliot to for the second truck)

it's a big expense to replace the truck and start up the business at once, but... eliot had a vision. he takes on loans which gives him a lot of anxiety, but its okay! his businesses continue to be successful, he can make his payments, and overall, he feels settled financially. so while not everything is smooth sailing, he's just really proud of what he's done and he wants to maybe have that reflected with how he relates to his body maybe. so. to celebrate paying off one of the loans and/or hitting an important anniversary of some kind, he wants to confront the fact that hes been wearing long sleeves since hes turned his life around because he has tats from his gang and prison days. it fits a marketable aesthetic, but he wants to move on.

he knows parker has a few tattoos of various quality: random things like a herseys bar and toucan sam. but her newer ones she's got since hes known her are very good, including a stuffed bunny toy on her thigh and (lately) her favorite tools down her back. he asks for who did, and she excitedly sends him to nana divine's tattoo parlor and piercing.

looking through the artists at nana's, he comes across a photo that stops him dead. its a gorgeous photo of sleeves: from the shoulders, citrus spills looking so plump and ready to eat in vibrant yellows, reds, whites, and greens on black skin. the fruit and leaves transform into circuit boards at the person's wrists. (alec, btw, has plans for an elaborate fandom space themed back piece; he has the outline for the enterprise already. also, on his legs he gets flashes by favorite artists plus newbies at nana's parlor who need to work on people flesh)

eliot sees that while the artist he was looking at (an alec hardison) didnt tattoo those specific tattoos, he did design them for himself. they... are gorgeous. and they inspire eliot like nothing else hes seen, and alec has done similarly thoughtful designs on light skin as well, so he's versatile. he says hes willing to do cover ups AND he prefers to work on large pieces/collections, and eliot is like yes. okay. okay. perfect.

eliot makes an appointment with alec, who is just so friendly and nice. hes younger than eliot expected considering his skill, but alec has been around nana's so long as her foster kid that he's moved past apprentice early. eliot talks about himself, more than he usually does with strangers. says how he is now a chef, and he wants to get vegetables and herbs, maybe some kitchenware or even truck/engine stuff if alec needs filler.

eliot says he is thinking just the arms and upper chest and shoulders since thats the most people see, since he wants to wear tank tops. he wants alec to plan it all at once.

(alec during this first meeting is straight with him: i dont recognize a lot of these, maybe cuz youre from way out of town. I won't refuse taking you on for this, but I need to know now if any of these support fascism or white nationalism. eliot sputters absolutely not, man. the fuck. which is nice! for sure!)

this is a dream scenario for alec, who is in love with the idea and likes the challenge of including coverups as part of the plan. he works not only with eliot for reference shots, but with parker. (parker, who he met because she has gotten her recent pieces from nana and who he has settled into a FWB situation, which slowly slowly slowly is progressing into Friends With Romance as parker warms up to him at a measured pace. parker helps with the engine stuff obviously. parker is very excited to work on something for eliot, who is happy to have her involved too.)

alec gets super into drawing the map for eliot. and then during his spare time, just.... keeps going on his tablet. he makes a separate copy of the file and just doodles the rest of what would be eliots chest and his back and down to his upper thighs,, and while alec's on the legs might as well keep going. it's a masterpiece that would take years and a fuck ton of money to complete. but obviously alec would definitely not show this because that's not fair and not what eliot asked for. this is just for alec.

when alec and eliot are doing a sit down to discuss the draft on alecs tablet, eliot is like wow. fuck this is. amazing. he asks if alec can print out a copy since he's more of a paper guy, so alec calls over shop grunt bre to print it out. hes like, theres the one that's flat and a separate file that's warped to a body, make sure to get both. when she comes back and hands eliot the paper, he goes silent.

and alec is like something wrong? and eliot turns the paper over to reveal that bre accidentally printed out alecs doodles for a full body map. its... honestly, a masterpiece. there would be a garlic braid down eliots spine. across the chest would be a "statement necklace" of chefs knives. his arms carry a bounty greens that he uses for his main recipes. theres the hint of machinery but also brick peeking out from strategic places, and its just beautiful.

alec is so absolutely embarrassed and guilty and he apologizes so hard. but eliot is like. so. i'll pay you for the full design hours. ill need to work out a budget thatll be extended over time so obviously no way this can be right away, even if we could fit it all in quickly with your schedule. you should probably make sure the design works with the rest of my tats but.... fuck man, eventually i want this all. i never would have thought to ask for this but... you have time to walk me thru it all? i can come in again if... alec is like omg yes.

eliot and alec spend a lot of time together. parker, knowing her two favorite people are together, join them when she can to hang out. eventually, eliot just starts asking parker when she's free to make sure if he has a session, she can join. alec makes a group chat for coordinating that quickly becomes chaos, memes, and begging eliot to come over to alecs to cook for them before they die of scurvy.

and as i said, eliot realizes two or three years like, fuck, i... i... really like this person @ parker. he wishes it was just wanting to have sex with her but nope, he's all i wanna kiss her and cook her breakfast. BUT he values their friendship too much to follow up on those feelings. and then he meets alec, and then he meets alec and parker, and eliot spends all this time with them, and eliot falls deep. plus, he doesnt want to make alec uncomfortable with his attraction to either him or parker, so eliot just tries to bundle it all up.

but theres only so much they can play themselves. i am not sure of the exact moment things tumble over for the three, but they do. they do, and they confess. parker makes sure to tell eliot that duh, of course she wanted him. like:

parker: okay but I clearly came onto you like. Years One and Four and you just weren't interested

eliot: ....what. no.

parker: yes i did

eliot: no, you didn't

alec: i distinctly remember her checking in around that time your two's Year Four about potential open relationship stuff if there was someone she really really liked.

eliot: absolutely not

parker then reveals she had asked eliot what she should order from the food truck sometime in Year One, thinking it was a very clear sign of interest and trust, and Eliot got the trust part of it, and fed her something delicious and even created a dish after he bought the storefront that exactly suited her tastes, but no, no he did not detect """"interest"""" at that or any other time.

eliot, turning red: hey! that aint nothing! how was i supposed to know!

parker: it worked on hardison

alec: damn eliot you could have been in this (points between eliot and parker) and maybe eventually this (points between all three) years ago

parker: so sad you didnt read the very clear signs 😔

eliot: (lip twitch)

and they have fun and alec keeps working on eliots tats with parker chilling in the room. eventually, once alec is Finally Done, he brings eliot to tat conventions for awards/display, which he of course wins. by then they are all together to the point of basically being married so there's a bit of, Look At My Beautiful Babe Who I Love. (eliot cannot help but preen a little.)

eventually, eliot gets alec to sign his canvas with his initials plus parker's, since she helped and because Eliot Is Like That, and ill just let you guess where those ended up 👀

#eliot spencer #parker leverage #alec hardison #leverage #leverage ot3 #thiefsome #faorism headcanons #faorism writes fic #faorism work #maybe ill draw this one day

[4th-make-quail]

1. 12. 22. and 28 for the fic ask ✩

1. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again? I wrote a fic in first person! And for a very difficult (to me) canon as well. I think it turned out pretty good, and I actually found it a lot easier to write in than I thought I would! I wouldn't write for that canon again because it was VERY difficult to get specific aspects of it right (still anon so can't say what lol)

12. What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it? GOD I honestly think it was the same fic from 1 sdlkghfg it wAS SO HARD!!!! I did finish it tho, so fuck yeah!!!!

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene Sorry, this is a long one, but this scene from Sanctified, where Omeluum and Blurg share memories of each other is my favourite!

Omeluum cocked its head, and its eyes seemed warmer somehow, as it sent him an image of - oh! - of himself working, hunched over his wooden desk in the Underdark, cataloguing his samples. Yes, there was the ormu, and that particularly splendid sample of nilhogg’s nose he’d found. Some of the hair had come out of the little knot at the back of his head, and the grey strands fell about his face, framing it. The image was tinged with warmth, almost soft about the edges, and Blurg noticed that the air about him almost seemed to shimmer.

“Is this how you see me?” He cannot help but speak the words into the air, as though it would make the vision - the memory - more real.

-Yes.-

“I-” Blurg buried his face into Omeluum’s palm, flushed to his very ears. -Omeluum!-

-What is this feeling? Did I upset you?- Omeluum’s confusion was evident in his mindvoice, and Blurg looked up, sharply.

-Quite the opposite. Here, let me show you.- He allowed his mind to unfurl, selecting a favourite memory: Omeluum sat down on a wooden crate, watching as Blurg gestured excitedly about a nightlight he’d managed to harvest without dimming its natural light. He’d been expounding about the properties of such a delicate specimen, about how one must use the lightest of touches, and Omeluum had watched him with solemn interest, asking intelligent questions about the nightlight’s life cycle. Once it had all the information it had needed, it had raised one hand and made a gesture beautiful in its simplicity, accented with a delicate claw, and then a perfect ghostly rendition of the nightlight had appeared before them, glowing gently blue in the dimness of the Underdark, and perfect in every aspect.

-You listened to me,- he said, ears and cheeks hot. -And then you replicated the information I gave you perfectly, with beautiful motions like you were, oh I don’t know. An artist of some sort, a sculptor. You captured the essence of the nightlight, and ever since then…- He looked to the side, eyes soft with the memory. -Ever since then, I’ve loved to watch you work your magics. You use your claws like a conductor, Omeluum.- ---

28. How did you recharge between fics? HAHA I actually don't like to do this! I like to finish one fic and then move onto the next one. Usually I'm writing to deadlines for exchanges or events, or having to finish a personal enjoyment fic in time to start the next exchange or event! I think if I need to recharge, I will always read (books though, not other fic), because it refreshes my creativity, but generally I prefer to continue with my daily (or as near to daily as I can manage) writing routine!

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS!!!! <3333

#ask quail #quailfic #omelurg

[inmydeepestdreams]

I have been friends with Nate since we were kids. Our moms were friends, so it was pretty much destiny, or something.

We have the same interests, the same friends, hell, we even have the same taste in girls. He was totally supportive when I told him I was bi, he is the person I trust most in this world.

It made sense for us to go to college together, so we did. We found out our university allows for mixed gender room assignments. And while our parents weren’t crazy about the idea, we filled out the paperwork anyway. We’ve been rooming together ever sense.

Now it’s the end of our sophomore year, and we’ve been talking about getting a place together off campus.

“If we had some other friends maybe we could afford it,” Nate complained, and he was right. We had met many people since moving to our college, but have somehow made no lasting friend ships. We haven’t even had much luck dating. The last time I dated anyone was the previous semester, for him, it was freshman year.

Times were tough, basically.

And it was a Friday night. I had to stay in to work on a paper, and although Nate wouldn’t admit it, he wasn’t comfortable finding a party on his own. So, he stayed back too.

I finished the paper around ten and we cracked open a couple beers to celebrate. Nate loaded GTA just for something to do. It was going to be a quiet, chill night in.

We played for about two hours, finishing Nate’s six pack and a couple of stray wine coolers. Eventually, our controllers lay discarded beside us. We were both drunk enough to open up, and the late hour helped.

“It fucking sucks,” Nate said. We were both out of drinks, but he still moved his hand like he meant to reach for one. “Like, that girl, Maddie. Remember Maddie?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, like, she’s got a boyfriend. I didn’t know, and it’s like…fuck dude.” He shook his head like he had decided against telling me something.

“What?”

“Its just hard.”

“I know.”

“No, like…” he waved his hand before running it through his black curly hair. Nate was a good looking guy, I truly didn’t understand his frequent strike outs. “Its like…”

“Like?”

“Like, I’m just frustrated.”

“Well yeah, I get that. I haven’t had a date in a while either.”

“No, like, frustrated.”

I just looked at him, maybe my brain was foggy from the drink, but I didn’t get it.

“Im not following.”

“Like I haven’t had any action in too long.”

“Yeah, same dude, I’m frustrated about that too.”

“And it’s just…college is hard.” He slumped down in his beanbag and briefly shut his eyes. I was laying down in mine too, facing him on my side.

“Like, you’re in the room. And that’s great, I love you, you’re my best friend, but like…it’s hard to have time to get off.”

Oh.

Well yeah, I’ve had a similar problem. I have attempted to in the shower, but they’re communal and it’s too stressful. I take too long.

“I get it.”

He lolled his head to the side and looked at me through his pretty long lashes.

“You do?”

“Yeah, I have the same issue. We’re always together.”

“Yeah, but…”

“If you ever need me to step out, you know, take a lap or whatever, let me know and I will.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time, I felt my face, it was unbelievably hot. Why was this embarrassing? He described in detail the first time he fucked a girl, and this was what made me blush?

That’s when I noticed, or at least, I thought I noticed. I don’t know, really. But it seemed like he was hard in his pants. But the sweatpants were black, and the lights were dim and maybe I was just drunk and not thinking clearly.

I mean, I’ve seen it before? How could I not? We live together, I’ve woken up before him and seen morning wood. Whatever. We’re roommates, that shit is normal.

I didn’t stare long enough to know for sure, but my face felt even hotter.

“We could always just help each other out.” He said.

Something about those words felt like a hammer hitting a mirror. My brain shattered into a million tiny pieces, and I realized that I was…not entirely un-horny. If that’s even a term. And Nate is hot, and it’s been so, so long.

NO! HE IS YOUR FRIEND!

My eyes found his crotch again, but I ripped them away. I shouldn’t. I really really shouldn’t. It could ruin everything. We live together for godsake.

The last guy I slept with didn’t even make me come, and I haven’t had time to touch myself for three weeks at least, maybe four.

My breath came out shaky.

“How do you mean?”

He didn’t say anything, he just reached over and traced his little finger along the seam of my pants. Just the side of my leg, nothing sexual about that. I felt fire erupt from the place of contact. Was I really that desperate? Get it together!

“Nate?”

“We don’t have to,” he said, but his hand was still on my leg, still moving. I couldn’t speak, nothing would come out, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted this, but I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.

His hand moved, sliding to grip my inner thigh. I let out an embarrassing squeak. I was sure he would make fun of me, that’s the kind of friendship we have, but he didn’t. His eyes were low, trained on some part of my body to avoid eye contact.

He just held my thigh over my pants for a moment. A few seconds, or maybe an hour.

Finally, he moved upwards, just a little. He traced a finger over my pussy. Layers away from his touch, it felt like direct contact. My breath hitched as I saw him grab his erection over his pants.

This was weird, it was getting too weird. I should stop it, I…

He briefly met my eyes, they were wide, hopeful, before he dropped them again.

“You’re really pretty. I don’t tell you that enough.”

My mouth wouldn’t move, I couldn’t move.

He pulled at himself over his pants and let out a small, pathetic noise. The type I’d make fun of him for, because we have that kind of relationship.

“I could make you feel good.”

Christ.

“I really could, I promise.”

I believe you.

“I promise I could, and I just…dude, I need it. I need you.” His hands moved a bit higher, they toyed with the waistband of my pants. “Are you wet?”

It was so breathy and erotic, and it should not have turned me on. But I’m just, I’m just a woman, I have needs.

He licked his lips, slowly, he leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss to my mouth. I wasn’t expecting it, but he pulled back almost immediately. He looked shy.

“Lets help each other out.”

I still couldn’t speak, I didn’t know how to, and if I did, I didn’t know what would come out. My rational brain was packing it’s bags.

“What if…what if it’s like, just the tip?”

Some distant, intelligent part of my head wanted to laugh at him. I’ve heard that before, it’s damn cliche. And what would that do for me?

“Just that, and then I’d focus on you. Come on, I’d make you feel so good. I’d…I’d play with your tits, then, I’d suck on your neck while I fingered you. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Just the tip, that’s all,” he repeated. And inexplicably, I found myself nodding.

He stopped hesitating. He took his shirt off first, then my shirt. I had an ugly old sports bra on underneath, I usually wore it in the room with him. It was practically second skin. He pressed another kiss to my lips, chaste as the first, then removed my bra.

He paused, leaned away from me, and ogled my chest.

“Jesus,” he swore, rubbing a hand over his clothed dick casually. “Were they always that big.”

“Shut up,” I said, finding my voice. He smiled, and he was the same old Nate in that moment, playful and childish, my best friend.

And then my best friend Nate was squeezing my boob, running his thumb over the nipple.

He took my pants off fast. He moved quickly. I wondered if he would just put it in and come instantly, I wondered why I agreed to such a thing.

“Ill make you come as many times as you want after, I promise. Just…just let me…” he kept repeating as he lined up.

He was on top of me, we were on the floor between our beds, between the beanbag chairs. The room was funny angle from down there, it was almost like Nate wasn’t Nate.

He kicked over empty bottles and swore. I was wet, he was right, but not enough to be totally comfortable.

He rubbed the head of his cock up against my clit. I gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders. He smirked at me, I didn’t like that, so I looked away.

“So pretty, so pretty under me.” He mumbled, moving down to my hole.

He moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock against my wetness. It didn’t feel like much to me, just an experience. I kind of thought he’d come by now.

Then, suddenly, he was inside me.

I cried out, shooting up instinctively but he was above me, so I had nowhere to go. I pushed against his shoulder in warning.

“Not what we agreed, fucker,” I squeezed my eyes shut. He was big, and I kind of forgot what it was like to have a real penis inside me. It was a lot.

“Im sorry,” he said, not seeming sorry when he began rutting inside me. “I am, I am sorry. You just felt so good, just let me, please? It’s been so long, and your body is so fucking sexy. Please, please let me.”

“Fuck me,” I said through gritted teeth. It was already done, he might as well give me something. “Just don’t come inside me.”

“Thank you,” he whined, he leaned down and rested his weight against me, burying his head in my shoulder as he lazily fucked me. It wasn’t impressive or all that pleasurable, and I decided to hold him to that multiple orgasms promise.

“Thank you,” he kept saying, was he crying? He may have been. “Fuck, fuck!”

He came, biting down on my shoulder, I felt him spill inside me.

“Fuck, Nate!” I swore, he would be buying me a goddamn planned B.

I pushed him up when he collapsed against me for too long. He pulled out, his cock still twitching slightly. It was weird to think that it was inside me. That he was inside me.

He leaned back and grabbed his discarded shirt. I watched him wipe his shiny cock and then use a clean portion of the shirt to clean off my thighs.

“Can i?” He asked, motioning for my pussy. Like he did much asking before. I nodded, and he worked to clean some of the drippy come out of me.

“Nate?” I asked, eyeing him. I was quite desperate for an orgasm, and the proximity of Nate to my area of need was making me feel crazy.

“Hmm?”

“About the multiple orgasms.”

#idk what this is #it’s something ig #unedited #work? nah not safe #cnc ig? #idk the names for the shit im into

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Sophias Indecent Proposal

“Two coffees please, decaf” asked Sophia to the guy behind the cart, a few moments later, 2 steaming hot cups were presented, with Sophia handing over the cash to the seller.

She walked back over to the park bench to meet with Josie, who at this point was 7 months pregnant.   It was a cold February morning, but that didn’t stop Sophia’s twins and Josie’s daughter playing in the park almost like they were siblings.

The mothers were wrapped up warm, but the coffee helped cool off the winter chill.

“As much as I love these little impromptu playdates” Josie said “I’m sensing you have something to tell me”

“Uh Huh” acknowledged Sophia, taking a sip from her coffee cup.  “You know its Johns birthday soon…”

“Yeah”

“I was wondering if you would help me with his present.”

“Oh, sure… what is it you want to get him.”

“I want John to have a bumpjob.”

Josie almost spat out her coffee.   “A what…?”

Sophia was almost giggling with the response “You know… his cock, your belly… jiggling” she announced, her latino accent which she still hadn’t lost after all the years living with John making the statement sound more innuendo filled than it should have been.   “Honestly, John loved it so much when I was pregnant.   I mean I know I had twins in me… and I was BIG as a result… but he’ll love it when you’re doing it to him.”

“And how’s this going to be your present to John.  I mean, I’m the gift in this case” asked Josie, her smile giving away the fact that she had already basically agreed to do it.

“Oh I have a nice surprise for him at the end… Jo… I’m pregnant.”  Josies smile and subsequent hug all the evidence needed that she was elated at the news.   “I only took the test a few days ago… I mean I was 3 weeks late, and lets just say we had a fun time at Christmas this year.   So DON’T you go telling people, you hear!”

Josie grinned, running her finger past her lips and motioning as if to fasten a lock.   Mumbling without opening her lips so it was quite hard to understand “my lips are sealed.”

The group had shared each others beds many times in the past, Sophia, her husband John, Josie and her husband Steve, so as much as this proposal wasn’t really something that was unusual to either of them.

Roughly a week later, on the day of John’s birthday, he had taken both their and Josie’s collection of kids out for Ice cream, with them all going to Sarah’s for the evening on the pretense that Sophia and John were going to have an evening of intimacy for his birthday, and Josie was going to have an evening of being pampered by Steve just because she was pregnant, and she deserved it every now and again.   Of course Steve was well aware of the true plans for the evening, Josie sharing her meeting with Sophia with him pretty much as soon as she walked back through the door after the discussion at the park.

Josie settled herself down on the edge of Sophia and Johns bed, peeling off her clothes she sat in front of Sophia in her lingerie.

“Look… I know this is for John, but considering what you’re showing here in front of me… I want you girl” Sophia practically purred as she looked Josie’s form up and down.

Josie took a moment to run her hands up and down her body, stopping at her breasts which she bounced and grabbed, then running her hands down to her belly.  “Always room for a threesome after you give the big reveal” she smiled wickedly.

Suddenly there were sounds of the front door opening as Johns keys were pushed into the lock.

“Action stations” giggled Sophia as she shouted “come upstairs babe, got a surprise for you” as she sat down on a chair in the corner of the room.

John didn’t waste any time in coming upstairs, but stopped short when he saw the occupants of the room.  “Hi Jo” he grinned, her lingerie clad body enough of an obvious indication of what had been planned.

“Happy birthday baby… I know how much you liked playing with my pregnant body when I was full with the twins… and its been years since then… so I got the next best thing… this gorgeous lady… all for you to enjoy.”  Sophia was smiling.  John looked from face to face, and Josie’s expression mirrored Sophias.   

“I want your hard cock rubbing your cum all around this big baby belly” she cooed “get me all hot and heavy… aw fuck, I’m already  heavy, get me hot”   she took some lotion from a bottle placed next to her and squirted it onto her bump.  “You first job is to rub this in.”  John approached with his hands outstretched.  “Hold up… not with your hands.   Only cock to bump contact.”

Johns trousers gave way to the evidence that this was turning him on, his bulge was growing massive.   Zipping down his fly and undoing his button, his trousers dropped down.   He kicked them off and tugged down his boxers, finally exposing his manhood for the two ladies in the room.   He hadn’t taken off his upper garments, but he dived in anyway, holding this now fully engorged cock against Josie’s bump and using the head of his cock to trace patterns with the lotion.

Josie leaned back and groaned, one hand behind her holding her weight, and the other cupping her breast as she played.   The hand that had been playing was placed gently on top of John’s as she directed the cock in figure eight motions around her belly button, which had popped out.

Sophia lept up from her chair and moved behind John, lifting his tee shirt up.  “You’re going to get messy, lets not ruin this top, I like it.” Josie momentarily let go of Johns hand so he could lift it up to help with the removal of the top, but her own hand then clamped back onto Johns cock like it was her personal plaything… I guess for the moment it was.   The slick liquid that she had coated her belly with was now covering Johns cock, and she ran her hand up and down the shaft, twisting at the end like she was masturbating with it, but it remained constantly pressed against her pregnant belly.

“I need you to hump my hand John” purred Josie, which he obliged, thrusting his hips against the O shape formed by Josie’s fingers.   The ‘shlick, shlick’ sound music to her ears as John pushed back and forth.   “Sophia, do the honours please”

“But of course my dear” announced Sophia as she moved around to behind Josie, removing the clasps from the bra portion of her lingerie and whipped it off, Josies ample breasts flopping down onto her belly.    John reacted with delight at the new target, forcing his cock up to rest between Josie’s breasts when she let out a ‘tsk’ sound.   “Naughty naughty… on todays menu is a bumpjob not a tittyfuck.   Down boy.   These are mine.”   She emphasised the point by leaving go of Johns cock and pushing her weight forward with her other hand, both now free to grab a nipple each and start rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.

Sophia dived in and took over control of Johns manhood, sliding the cock, now leaking precum in each movement back down to Josie’s belly button.

Sophia recognised the tensing in John’s movements, knowing he was close to the edge.

She leaned in and licked his cock which twitched in response, he almost lost it right there she thought.

Sophia leaned in and placed a sensual kiss on Josie’s lips, moving 1 hand to take place of Josie’s on her breast, Josie in turn placing her now free hand on top of Sophias guiding Johns cock.

Josie squeezed Sophias hand, which in turn tightened around John, and pushed out her belly.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming… fuck me” John blurted out a fraction of a second before his cock shot out several long streams of creamy cum all over Josie’s belly.

Josie started rubbing the sticky mess all over her belly.  “That’s 100 percent prime baby making juice right there daddy.”

John wasn’t quite aware of what was said, he just knew there was something important with that sentence.   Taking a second to regain his focus, he looked at Sophia who smiled.

“John, I’m pregnant, happy birthday daddy!”

[pan-fried-autism]

Test Results

Characters: Swap!Grem, Swap!Nikolai (@bowlerhatwearer), Swap!Mothgo (@sallychaosaura), Swap!M0u5e

Summary: It’s been about 9 years since Jack Harris came to visit. How’s everybody doing now?

The biting wind blew the snowflakes around outside, turning them into tiny little weapons of frost. After hurrying back inside the house with the mail, Grem shut and locked the door. A winter storm was coming, and he wanted to keep warm.

Yeah, he went by they/he now. Those felt better.

Either way, they shook off the snow and took off their coat and boots, hanging em up and putting em aside. The house had the heat turned up a bit, and Christmas decorations were spread about. They hasn’t gotten the tree yet (Grem thought it was a little early for that), but you could still feel the spirit of the season in the house.

Grem had a Christmas sweater on that said 'I Saw My Wife Kissing Santa Claus', paired with blue plaid pajama pants and bunny slippers. He walked over to the couch and sat back on it, relaxing ntot he cushions.

"We're gonna be having a warm night in, aren't we, sweetie pie?" they remarked happily to the person next to them.

"We sure are."

... replied Nikolai Akdow, smiling back at them.

There was a good bit to unpack here.

Nikolai and Grem's friendly feelings towards each other ended up being a little more than that, and they ended up being in a QPR, and have been since.

As for how Nikolai was in Grems house, there’s so many things that happened to make that happen, it would require its own story to tell. But Nikolai was mortal again, and that’s all that matters for now.

Grem scooted over next to Nikolai, bonking his head softly against his shoulder and purring slightly.

“Ya know what we should do?” They asked the human.

“Hmm… depends. Do you read minds?” Nik replied, friendly smirk on his face.

"Maybe I do."

Grem closed his eyes, and pressed his fingers to the sides of his head. After a few seconds, he said "Were ya thinking of.... watching a movie with our family, and then cuddling later?"

"Hmmmm... " Nikolai made a show of thinking very hard. "Yes."

The cat gave him an evil little grin. "Never underestimate my POWERS, sweetie."

Nikolai chuckled and started to reach for Grementine, but quickly stopped.

"Would you be okay if I pulled you close?" he asked.

"Always :)" they responded.

The human reached out again and pulled Grem close to him, making them giggle and blush a bit.

From the hallway of Grems house came an unusual sight to most-- a 7 ft tall orange robot, clad in warm dark purple clothing and with functional moth wings. She was leading another robot by the hand-- a taller M0u5e.

The orange robot, Mothgo, had been Grem and Nikolais housemate for a while now. They met when Mothgo broke into the house to get light bulbs, her primary food source. Besides that, she was a total sweethearted goofball.

M0u5e had also gotten an upgrade. Grem had made it a larger body that came with more functions, such as varied facial expression. He still couldn't eat. She was, however, still the same old M0u5e.

"Hey guys!" chirped Mothgo. "We heard something about movies."

Grem peeked up at them from the couch.

"Mmhmm. If there's gonna be a snowstorm, we might as well have ourselves a good time, y'know?" they replied happily.

"You two wouldn't happen to have any ideas, would you?" Nikolai added.

"Hmm... Can we watch, perhaps, Tangled?" asked M0u5e. "I know you two seem fond of that movie, and it's very funny."

"Oh, Tangled, I love that movie." Grem fondly spoke. "You're speaking my language, kiddo."

Grem looked at the other adults room in the room, asking "You guys have objections or ideas?"

"I think Tangled is fine."

"Yeah, Tangled!"

"Then it's Tangled." the cat announced.

They turned back to Mothgo and M0u5e. "Do you guys wanna make popcorn and hot cocoa for us all?" they suggested.

M0u5e ears wiggled around, and she clapped her hands in glee. "Yes, please, I want to be the little popcorn boy."

"Of course!" said Mothgo, beaming. "We're gonna have a GREAT time tonight!"

She and M0u5e skipped off to the kitchen for a bit, leaving Grem and Nikolai alone again.

"Now," started Nik, "Do you want scritches?"

"Yeah!"

Nikolai moved his hand to the top of Grems head, and gently scratched at it, unleashing a chorus of light purring from his partner. The cats eyes were closed, delighted in the sensations as he lightly kicked his legs back and forth.

After a few seconds of this, Grem opened his eyes and spoke to Nikolai.

"Ya know... I'm glad you killed Jack for me."

The suddenness and bluntness of this statement stopped the scritching in its tracks, causing Nikolai to blurt, "What?"

Grem sat up a little, but still looking at Nikolai while he continued.

"Well... if you hadn't gotten there in time, we wouldn't have all this. We wouldn't have the house, or Mothgo... or each other, anymore."

Nikolai was silent for a second, then sighed.

"You would be right, my dear strawberry, and every day I'm thankful for it." he replied, solemnly. "I wish it could have gone different, however.

"He didn't have to die, and you didn't want me to freeze him. But he would have continued to make your life a nightmare if he was allowed to go on living. Not to mention, his... (whew) his family. If there was any reason I wouldn't have killed him at the time, it would be if I knew how it would affect his family."

The human now wore a downcast expression. Seeing this, Grem snuggled into him, purring a little again.

"I know, sweetie, I know." they reassured him. "Even if I didn't like his dad, I felt pretty bad for him, too. But, ya know, he dug himself a grave through his actions. It was only a matter of time before somebody pushed him in... though it's unfortunate that you had to be the one."

Nikolai smiled slightly, taking Grems hand into his own. "It really is." He responded. "It's just... there's one thing going through my mind-- why. Why couldn't he just accept it was over between you and him, all those years ago? Why couldn't he move on? Why the obsession, the painful, horrible obsession that led to his demise?.. by my hands."

"... I don't know, sweetie. I just don't know."

More silence, except for a low purring sound.

Suddenly, Grem held Nikolai's hand with both of his paws, looking back up at him with a little smile.

"But it's all in the past. For now... I'm just grateful to call you my love, and every day I feel lucky to have met ya."

The human seemed to be genuinely touched and surprised by this statement, before breaking out into a big grin, a single tear forming in his eye.

"... Thank you, Grementine. I'm glad you get to be in my life." was his response.

Grem gave a big smile of their own, asking "Do you mind if I kiss you, dear?"

"Not at all."

With that, Grem placed their hand to one of Nikolai's cheeks, pulling him in a little, and putting a soft and loving kiss on the other. They pulled away and stared deeply into his eyes, their thumb ghosting over a small scar on his upper lip, a remnant from his days as a Lich.

The moment was unintentionally interrupted by Mothgo and M0u5e however, when they both came out of the kitchen with a big bowl of popcorn and three cups of hot chocolate.

"Order up!!" chirped Mothgo.

Grem and Nikolai quickly looked away from each other, blushing furiously. This didn't last long, however, as they ended up laughing about it a few seconds later.

Mothgo lightheartedly shook her head at the two lovers, sitting on the couch with M0u5e on her lap.

"What have you two been doing? I figured you goobers would have gotten the movie up by now." she joked.

Grem shrugged and reached down to the remote, eventually getting the menu for Tangled up.

"You guys ready to watch it?" he asked.

A small chorus of confirmations erupted.

"Alright!"

And with that, he pressed the play button.

While the little family watched their movie, the snow blustered and blew around the world outside. Much like past events, however, it couldn't hurt them right now.

THE END

#the north experiment #fiction #short story #swap au #swap!grem #grem #dr grementine mewton #swap!nikolai #nikolai #nikolai akdow #nikogrem #mothgo #swap!m0u5e #m0u5e

[pankomako]

real quick hot take since im being forced to think about it rn: the theories of evolution/the big bang and biblical creation can coexist.

for the record, i am an agnostic. i don't subscribe to any particular religious belief, but im willing to cite biblical sources to support my arguments if i must. i was raised christian and still live in a christian home, my dad being an elder of the church my family attends, so i do know quite a bit of biblical stuff. anyway, allow me to elaborate on my point:

sometime last year i read an article mentioning that the big bang could have been the product of the ever-famous "God said 'Let there be light'". like consider this: explosions are generally very bright. what do you imagine when you hear "the big bang"? i personally see a big explosion of light in a dark void. what if that was God speaking light into existence? of course everything after that is up to interpretation. my dad loves to use the argument that explosions create chaos and not order. but i think it's possible that after the Big Bang of Light, God started to create everything else as the classic 7-day process was written. all the galaxies and what-have-you may not necessarily be a direct result of the explosion.

as for evolution, sure, maybe God did create every living creature. but does that really mean that evolution hasnt also happened? i dont see why evolution couldn't be a thing that was influenced by God's hand. last school year i had to do quite a bit of research relating to this topic, and its honestly so funny how obnoxiously... egotistical? christian scientists are about evidence thats seemingly against evolution. theyre really like "oh??? this funny little fossil you found turned out to NOT be a part of an evolutionary chain?? oh too bad for you!!! look at how WRONG you were!! ha!! they were WRONG!! that means we are RIGHT about EVERYTHING!! look at how RIGHT we are!!! get stuffed sssECHKularr scientists!!! LOL" like no seriously look at a few answers in genesis articles and youll see what i mean, although my portrayal was very much exaggerated. anyway, one argument ive heard is that there are no fossils of intermediate species. but for one thing, just because they havent found any doesnt mean they arent there. for another thing, just because theres no evidence doesnt mean it didnt happen. i guess creationists have a sort of "pics or it didnt happen" attitude about evolution. but theres still existing evidence for evolution too, like how whales have these tiny useless leg bones. why are they there if theyre not doing anything? most likely a byproduct of evolution. ive heard my dad use a similar argument recently about our appendix. "if it doesn't do anything, why hasn't it evolved out of us?" more recently ive heard that the appendix actually DOES have a use. so. that's why. people say that God is perfect, and i imagine they also think everything God makes is perfect too. but evolution doesn't mean that previous species in the evolutionary chain weren't perfect, it's simply just certain genetic traits becoming more common in a species over time, until it becomes an entirely new species much different from the previous one. a lot of societal changes occurred between the first and last books of the bible, yeah? those events were guided by God. i don't see why that can't coexist with evolution. (also consider domesticated dogs. with the variation in breeds its hard to believe theyre the same species. also consider pet dogs vs wolves. pet dogs are their own species, yeah? they descended from wild dogs/wolves that people tamed, right? aint that just manmade evolution?)

im by no means an expert on any of these topics at all, but i figured i may as well write my thoughts down while they're still in my head. that said, i dont really like to post about this stuff, but it's like that one link picture - it's my blog and i get to post whatever essays i feel like lol

#sorry this got long you dont have to read it #hoping the dash will cut it off anyway lol #deadass did not expect the evolution part to be as long as it did #but knowing there are much longer posts on this site i dont feel too bad about it lmao

[lesbiancarat]

No, no you're good!! Again I just wanted to clarify that because it could be seen wrong and never want anyone to feel like that (also agree numbers are virtual and mean nothing!)

BUT THOUGHTS ABOUT THE COMEBACK!? I personally really, REALLY love it! Its just such a fun one? Like it is seventeen fun but with an edge, a twist. Like a monsta x twist but make it seventeen if that makes sense lolol. Hot is very much st my top 3 comebacks of this year, can we talk about minghao, jun and seungkwan!? This is their era for sure!! I keep seeing jun getting hype and I'm giggling while happy dancing because as he should (also he made me make him a bias so he is now my 4th bias dang his power) thoughts on the bsides? I know favorite bsides change for fans so I'm always curious to hear that :D

And agreed! By all means dress fancy hut have comfy shoes because lots of walking and standing and dancing will be happening! Try to get lightsticks now because sadly at the concert they sell out super fast (but they do sell batteries so you should be fine there!), double check if the venue allows cash or not because I heard this changed for many places. Bring a powerbank!! Super helpful as well! My mom gave me the green light to buy tickets but I found out late about pre-sale so while no code, me and my online friend are going to try general maybe? Idk its the one positive I am clinging onto to be happy after my rough month so good luck to pre-sale carats! Remember don't flip out, be calm! Love you all!

i'm actually really enjoying the comeback so far! tbh while i didn't think i would hate hot based on the highlight medley, i did expect it to be more on the lower end of my favorite svt tracks, just bc i do tend to prefer lighter/fresher songs in general, but i was very pleasantly surprised how much i liked it! i also think the wild west sort of theme they have for this album is super fun, i'm really looking forward to see how they do the set design and stage outfits for the concert bc i think there's a LOT of potential there for some fun things

i've actually only listened to most of the bsides a couple times bc i keep having hot + march on repeat DJFHF i keep thinking i'll put the whole album on repeat but then hot or march will come on and i'll be like wait i gotta listen to that again and suddenly it's all i'm listening to TT. aside from those two though, i think don quixote and 'bout you are up there (+ darling but i'm kind of not counting it since it's not a brand new song so it's hard to compare it to songs i'm still getting used to lol)

but that's all first impressions. like you said, favorite bsides often change. i know it definitely does for me lol. i've found i tend to originally be obsessed with the really catchy and repetitive songs at first but then i listen to them so much that i become a bit sick of them for a little bit. but then eventually i come around to it again and i like the song but i'm not super obsessed with it. on the other hand sometimes there will be a song i'm meh about for a while but then one random tuesday afternoon i'm like oh? this is really really good? so i definitely expect my favorites and least favorites to change over time lol

and yes, jun, minghao, and seungkwan!!!! juns fancams have been going wild so far this era and i've seen him get so much interest from carats with other biases like you which makes me happy dkfgh and of course minghao with his red hair. i feel like seungkwan should be applauded for managing to attract attention this era without having to expose his nipples. truly an amazing feat skdfjg

as someone who bought a lightstick at the last concert i can say it's not impossible, but you do want to have a plan and get in line as quickly as you can lol. but yeah if you're able to get a caratbong ahead of time it will probably be a lot less stressful lol. and good tip about payment! it's still possible you could get tickets during general sale! if not, resales are also possible. i'll keep my fingers crossed for you get tickets!!

#melia.ask #📖 anon