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dawbi · 2 years

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hi i was wondering if you could do what it’d be like to be in a love triangle with midoriya and bakugou? i really liked the one you wrote with todoroki 👉👈

PART 1

nonnie, i— you almost got me to write a fic i am not joking 🙃 but i fought the urge and followed the format of the todoroki one !! sorry this is so late :,((

warnings - none !!

phase 1 - the tres amigos but one of them is an asshole

i picture you three would be childhood friends. you and midoriya are next door neighbors that walk to school together everyday and bakugou would be the kid everyone thought was fun and cool. somehow, your worlds collide and you're seen together everywhere. "can i try your ice cream, bakugou?" "ew no! get your own!" the blonde guards his popsicle with his life lol. "don't worry y/n. you can try mine!" midoriya says as he hands you his. bakugou would scowl and change his mind. "mine is better, try it!" that's how it'd always be with izuku and katsuki. the competition for your attention and for who's the better friend. then before they know it, the first feelings of wanting to hold your hand and protect you. oh no, it's a crush. midoriya would act the same way around you, being a young kid gives him less worries about what you think of him romantically. bakugou on the other hand, is the typical elementary school boy that picks on the person he likes. "y/n, that backpack is lame!" annoyingly throws eraser shavings at you in class and calls you gross when another classmate asks if he likes you. feelings of jealousy haven't blossomed yet but showing off is definitely there. "hey kacchan! you wanna play ball with me?" izuku is all smiles and offering a ball to bakugou. "go away, deku!" and as soon as bakugou is about to walk away, your voice appears. "hi guys! what are you doing?" katsuki does a whole 180 and takes the ball from midoriya. all of a sudden he's doing tricks. all of a sudden he wants to play 🤨

phase 2 - izuku has to deal with katsuki’s jealousy

now middle school changes a lot of people. phases start and end, emotions and hormones evolve, and lessons on friendship and love begin. in this case, bakugou finds himself a new group of friends and the friendship between him and izuku is no longer. you don't know how it happened. it felt like you were all friends just yesterday. midoriya mostly keeps to himself but, he'll talk to your friends once in awhile. you still spend most of your time hanging out and trying to survive the new environment. izuku being quirkless makes him a target to many people but you always have his back and he always has yours. "whatcha writing there, izuku?" you ask midoriya as he sits alone at the lunch table. he quickly hides the notebook. "n-nothing!" you raise a brow and tell him "if it's an all might fanfic, no judgement here." midoriya awkwardly laughs. "you promise you won't laugh if i show you?" "come on. i'm your best friend." you prepare yourself for some all might literature but you see notes covering the page. "what's this?" you ask. "notes on different quirks. i think it's...cool." midoriya shyly plays with his hands while looking down. you flip through the pages and everything is so neat and thought out. "wow. i like it." midoriya looks up at you and silently admires you as you read through his notebook. he feels fluffy inside and doesn't focus on the fact that there's a page on you and your quirk. you come across it and "is this mine?" izuku snaps out of his trance. yes it is your page. but there's a drawing of a heart with his initial + yours on that same page. "yesbutitsnotdoneyet!" he quickly closes the notebook and is blushing tremendously omg help him. luckily for him, you think it's someone in your math class as you had seen them talk before. with bakugou, he's relatively mean to you but less than midoriya. he throws insults here and there and will sometimes bump into you. katsuki wants to distance himself from you and his feelings for you. yet he can't help being there for you even if it's behind the scenes. if someone ever tries messing with you, he'll deal with them later without you ever knowing.

phase 3 - the revelation

a few years pass and a new dynamic is approaching. aspirations are rampant and romantic feelings have matured and grown even stronger. even the three of you have quirks now. it saddens you to see the friends you grew up with so distant and polarized. the tension and aggression increases whenever you're around and you have no idea and neither does midoriya. only bakugou knows. he always loves having the upper hand in situations but not this one. why? he and his childhood friend are in love with their other childhood friend. what does only him knowing do? nothing. absolutely nothing. to be completely honest, bakugou is a rather fearless guy but you on the other hand, make him feel nervous. at times he struggles maintaining eye contact whenever you compliment him and his heart races whenever your nearby. so, he’s not confessing anytime soon and inside he knows midoriya would have the balls to confess to you. It's awkward between you guys now but you don’t know why. there are times when you catch midoriya sneaking glances at you but you don't think much of it. bakugou remains cold and distant but always comes to your rescue. again, you don't think much of it. the other ua students notice the tension between you 3 but, don't wanna get involved. i don't blame them 💀 there would come a time until bakugou finally knows what he wants. and that's you. it'd take him some time to finally accept the fact that you make him feel this way. the guy does worry that you're closer to izuku more than him. for that reason, he needs to start getting closer to you again. so, he'd make sure midoriya and him were the last two in the room. “oi, deku.” midoriya's body would stiffen, anticipating an altercation of some kind. "y-yeah?" "i like y/n the same way you do.” izuku is speechless. where is this coming from all of a sudden? “thought i should let you know...” bakugou pauses and looks to midoriya’s side. “i'm not gonna hold back." the blond-haired boy walks off with his hands in his pockets. nonchalantly. midoriya is frozen still. this changes everything.

a/n : this is just the first part cuz it got so long lol sorry ,, i might finish the second part after i finish writing my other wip 💓💓

#mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #midoriya headcanons #bakugou headcanons #bakugo headcanons #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #mha imagine #bnha imagine #mha fluff #bnha fluff #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya imagine #bakugou imagine

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mortuarywriting · 2 months

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📚 🧚‍♀️ Just one or both if you'd like 👉👈

I can do both!! These were super neat to think on!! the second one is absolutely why this gets a read more. I went off the shits. So sorry about that.

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

Hmmm sometimes it's seeing the right prompt, sometimes its seeing ideas being tossed around and thinking on it, sometimes its taking the canon and seeing how a seemingly small but significant shift would impact it and how that would domino effect! I love playing with worldbuilding sandboxes so much that sometimes the fics themselves fall to the wayside ">>

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

OUGH this is such a hard one!! How do you choose a favorite child!! I'll scoop from the top and be read for filth for it I think but. Worth it i think. Anyway you get them alphabetically

Auron - Final Fantasy X

This is it. This is your story. It all begins here.

I. boy I am really not immune to Dark Knights in the FF franchise the more I think about it but! Auron has always been such a good character and I associate him so much with a song I LOVE... Auron is just one of my favorite companions, I love the insight he brings and how he was a Guardian for Yuna's Father as well as her. He's also one of Two Nickels I realize I'd have for Dark Knights in Final Fantasy Game who [REDACTED].

Death - Darksiders 2

All who live know my name, all who oppose me shall know Death.

Caaan't find a decent pic of him and I don't really wanna go and redownload the whole game for screenshot purposes yet. Aywho-

Darksiders 2 is all about Death, the oldest of the Nephilim/Horsemen of the Apocalypse proving the innocence of his brother War (seen lower in the list) for the crime of allegedly starting the Apocalypse early. Between this game and the Abomination Vault book preceding any of the games I really appreciate these two, Death being a ridiculously smart but also an apathetic asshole who only cares for a small handful, plays things close to his chest... He's a neat character and I appreciate just how far ahead he seems to plan and the lengths he'll go to make sure it all goes as he wants it to. Metal as hell.

Because War has his I also have to show Death's horse so this is Despair

And this is his Reaper Form

Fray Myste - Final Fantasy XIV

Bastard of the Brume, Fray was taken in by Ser Ompagne and became trained in becoming a Dark Knight with Sidurgu. By the time we meet them Ompagne is long dead, and Fray has just been defeated in a duel.

We find Fray, pick up the Dark Knight Soul crystal from where it had fallen beside him, and he becomes your mentor upon your waking up. You touched something that would hurt yourself and others along the way and BOY HOWDY does he have excellent threats of violence. Will follow you around on your job quests and heal you while you're being a dumb tank. He writes your quest journal entries and is such a sassy bloodthirsty shit

Fray is the other of the Two Nickels I realize I'd have for Dark Knights in Final Fantasy Game who [REDACTED].

Jarlaxle Baenre - Forgotten Realms

I am Jarlaxle. I have been everywhere.

Lets start with Jarlaxle was born the third son of the Highest House in Menzoberranzan- a city where the houses are constantly trying to kill the house ahead of them for status and do so to not get caught, their goddess Lolth favoring those who get away with no evidence to damn themselves. To that end there's a firm rule enforced by Lolth- every third son is to be sacrificed to her- two male children are expendable and acceptable but any further are sacrificed after birth.

Jarlaxle's mother, ruler of the highest house and having kept that seat for Ages, went to acquiesce with that upon Jarlaxle's birth.

Lolth told her no. Jarlaxle was to live, he was too interesting.

He has since made this an everyone else problem. Man has connections in the underdark and surface, everything he wears is in some form enchanted, he's proficient with just about everything, and he is so fascinated with various things and just wants to see what happens next and how it can help him get ahead. I love him. I wanna study him under a microscope. Every character that's been in a campaign he's turned up in has vibe checked him and decided they want out of the room right now immediately. Most notably my dude who was sometimes part moose said "I'd like to leave, actually"

Urick - Drakengard 2

A masked man who lives a life haunted by the curse of death. Three years ago, after a tragic incident, he made a pact with the Reaper, although the price he paid for this pact is unknown. At first glance he appears to be a carefree, lively character who could never bear a grudge. However, on rare occasions, his jovial facade can't quite conceal the truth...

To preface the significance of this-

A Pact, also known as a Contract (契約 Keiyaku?) in the Japanese version, is a contract system in the world of Drakengard between a human (or other humanoid race) and a beast. By merging their souls together, the human gains supernatural powers, and both participants gain a second chance in life should either or both be close to death. The human must pay some price for the pact, and if one should be fatally injured, it means death for both unless the pact is broken. Beings who have formed a pact with each other are referred to as "pact-partners".

Urik's pact is his mortality. Straight up he does not have a heart in his chest anymore. He's just a generally chill guy and while I haven't gone through Drakengard 2 in years (thanks playstation for 0 drakengard or drakengard 2 rep) I remember him fondly. I forgot how much I loved him and that his wiki trivia describes him as "Urick is good at playing dead." The game quote they chose for him is "Just because you can't make any friends, doesn't mean you should take it out on the rest of us" which is what he says as he's about to save your character's life.

plus lookit this smile

War - Darksiders

You can look me in the eye when I kill you.

Darksiders is a game about oops, the apocalypse started on earth! Heaven and Hell start duking it out in the streets and humanity suffers for it. Humans die out, earth is in ruins, and all of it is conveniently laid at the feet of War - youngest of the Four Horsemen who has gotten in trouble for fighting with humanity before (please see left arm being fuckoff huge gauntlet. That's a prosthetic. Death cut his arm off for that bullshit in the comics).

Now, War is a man of his word and high code of honor- he said he'd leave humans be and he did. He's been framed and the Council- those in charge of keeping the balance and the bosses of the Horsemen- gives him a shot to prove his innocence and find the actual culprits with a Watcher keeping tabs and reporting back.

This is his horse, Ruin

This is his Chaos Form

War is voiced by Liam O'Brian and the Watcher is voiced by Mark Hamill. so that's fun. Samael in game could also get it but that does not a fav make.

Also fun lore fact: all the horsemen's horses are the same species. The horse just reflects the rider once they've bonded. Fun magic shit.

#i think i've gone off the rails enough oops #thank you for asking!#rambles from the morgue #morg be normal about ur favs challenge: failed

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acaplaya-musings · 1 month

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Voiceplay Visuals: The Dragonborn Comes

("Wait, you're not doing The Greatest Showman Medley?" Nope, sorry!)

The Dragonborn Comes was released on the 5th of February, 2022, and features Omar Cardona! I've never played Skyrim (The videogame this song comes from), but apparently parts of this cover are not actually in the original song, but are in fact taken from a different song in Skyrim, called "Song of the Dragonborn", or "Dovahkiin". Mortius, The Charismatic Voice (Elizabeth Zharoff), and What It Do Dave are all big fans of the game apparently, and did some great reaction videos for this. But if you still want my "visual insight" on the video as well, keep reading!

Eli, Layne and Geoff are all credited with set design, and honestly they all did an amazing job! (Geoff is also credited with the arrangement, the video overall, co-direction, and costuming, good lord my dude).

Oh hey I think this video is in a slightly different aspect ratio to most of Voiceplay's videos?

👉👈

His grey streak of hair looking particularly prominent here (you know I'm a fan), and also shoutout to Rick Underwood and Renette Feren for the makeup in this video!

(Yeah they can all get individual shots for costume/appearance appreciation for this one, they deserve it)

Love the elf ears, and also Cesar's beard looking particularly crisp here! (Makes makeup easier if it's neat I suppose)

May be one of the heaviest/boldest eye makeup looks I've ever seen, dang

(Also note how Eli's beard is looking a bit thicker/fuller here? We're moving away from the videos/covers of 2017-2019 in more ways than one!)

Omar looking almost completely unrecognisable here tbh. Is it the elf ears? The hairstyle? The makeup? Not sure but he looks like 25 at oldest, despite apparently being like ~32 (give or take) when this was filmed? Dude.

(I really do love the makeup design on his face, so very cool)

Layne back in a fur cloak/cape! (After My Mother Told Me)

Also it's not just the lighting - Layne apparently did in fact colour his hair a very vibrant blue for this video!

More outfit appreciation! Apparently what Cesar is wearing is like legit chainmail or something and was fairly heavy. Go big or go home I guess?

Cool smoke-breath (dragonbreath?) effect!

(Shoutout to Eli, as per usual, for lighting and visual effects on this one!)

I can't help myself, don't @ me

Even more outfit appreciation! (Also cool sword, Layne!)

"FUS RO DAH!"

(It's very fun to watch the Skyrim-fan reactors get surprised by this moment 😄)

Genuinely quoting a reaction video here: "take that mallet/hammer and hit me over the head with it!" (mood)

Very cool 👌

I may not play Skyrim, but this cover is in my Voiceplay/Geoff Spotify playlist, and I love singing/conducting along with it - it's actually so fun! And as I am typing this, on the 16th of February, I am eagerly awaiting the release of another videogame song cover from Voiceplay, also featuring Omar Cardona! (The music video drops early morning tomorrow for me.) Don't know anything about that one either, but if it's anything like the quality of this arrangement/production, then it's gonna be amazing regardless! (And I guess I might even make a Voiceplay Visuals for that one too! (UPDATE: I did!))

#voiceplay #acapella #the dragonborn comes #the dragonborn comes skyrim #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #omar cardona #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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terriblesportsimagines · 2 years

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I FINALLY MADE IT HERE ON TIME... F! Reader, please. Could I please get some domestic Hiruma Yoichi headcanons? I want to see him soft 👉👈🥺

I have been very busy and tired, but I'm sorry for this being late. Also ppl about the OC thing, I haven't forgotten about you! I will figure something out soon lol Tumblr's being stupid about the formatting, so no easy to read bullets this time!

Hiruma Yoichi

Though it might be surprising, he is pretty domestic. Or at least his actions are. He’ll deny it until one of you is dead before he admits it.

Some of it stems from his OCD tendencies and is a matter of control. He likes things being neat and spotless around him, so he generally starts his day with cleaning. Controlling his environment is important to him. He’ll bitch at you if you leave messes or clutter, but he’ll always pick them up and carefully put your things away right next to his.

But if anyone else dares to leave a mess in one of his spaces, well, he has an assault rifle, let your imagination run free lol

Cooks for you a lot. You know it’s not about control this time, because you are a good cook and he likes your food (he never complains or snarks about what you serve him, which is reason enough to believe this). It’s more because taking care of you is his love language, since he’s not good with sincere or soft words.

Has a specific way of looking at you when you enjoy something he’s done for you. It’s intense and crawls under your skin – it’s designed that way. He’s not a man overly concerned with sex, but in these moments, he’s most likely to initiate.

Is somehow ridiculously cuddly? Like he’s all sharp edges and even sharper words, but because he’s always busy, he doesn’t have a lot of time to take you out or to spend doing things with you. He compromises by pulling you against him or in his lap while he’s working. Might grumble about you being in the way, but is not letting you leave for anything.

Also likely to take microbreaks just so he can bury his nose in your hair or neck and take deep, calming breaths, or press affectionate little kisses to your skin.

He’s not a verbally affectionate man, but that doesn’t mean he’s not outwardly affectionate. He is, just in a very Hiruma-like way. Spicy looks are common, as are touches to seemingly innocuous areas that still spawn a warmth that travels through you – nails scraping gently along your scalp, a circle rubbed into your nape, brushes to the sensitive inside of your wrist, etc. It’s not obvious, but it’s not subtle either.

He doesn’t bother to hide his feelings for you. Most people pick up on them fairly quickly, and it’s only the ones that think he’s incapable of love that don’t lol

#eyeshield 21 #hiruma yoichi #headcanons

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uh-e-rinnie · 2 years

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I just noticed you had a writing tag lol! do you take requests?

If you do, can we get some analogical? 👉👈

listen im just gonna give you think cause this was in my drafts and im not good at writing romance i am so sorry you can tell where i got tired. There's probably a lot of mistakes but yknow what, sorry | - |

As per, the usual routine (Analogical - Human AU)

He can hear a dull buzz in his mind, and frankly, he isn’t sure if it’s from the way his forehead was pressed against the glass windows of the taxi cab.

It’s the usual routine.

The world around him is bright and busking; The sky, dark as you’d expect it to be at such a late hour, seemed brighter than it actually was due to the lights from stores and street lamps that pass him by. He thinks that if he closed his eyes for long enough, he may be able to trick himself into believing it was day.

He can hear it, the sounds of families and children as they play. Chatter and chime from store after store, cafes illuminated with warm orange light. If he drew the window open, he’d probably pick up the smell of coffee or freshly cooked food. People sat outside in coats and jackets, busying themself in conversation as if the rest of the world was a blur to them.

The air smells wet, just a little. Humid weather. It had rained today, he recalls. The droplets pressed against and dripping down the window stood next to his office desk, filling the silent workroom with subtle taps as raindrops greet him on the glass surface.

Through the tinted windows of the taxi cab, the world looked so bright and alive despite the late hours. It’s probably loud out there, he thinks, as he hears muffled music from the next shop they pass.

Such a colourful world awaits him outside these doors, and yet he doesn’t make a move to stop the driver. Instead, he continues to lean his head against the window. Looking through the tinted glass.

He wonders if it's the fog covering over his lenses, but the world looks much more dull than he remembers.

Really, the sight outside the safety of the cab should bring a gentle smile on his face, as it usually does. But now? Now he can only stare, lips pressed in a thin line and eyes fighting not to close. His body is relaxed, maybe too much so. If a stranger were to walk into this cab, they’d probably think he was fast asleep. The weight of his work bag sat comfortably on his lap, his suit and tie feeling itchy and hot despite the cold weather.

The world around him looked so beautiful and alive.

And Logan? Logan just wants to go home.

Eventually the shops he passes by grow lesser and lesser, and the lights dim down till only that of street lamps are left. A few familiar buildings have him straightening his posture, pushing the work bag over his lap and hooking its strap over his shoulder.

He digs into his pocket, unsurprised to see no messages on his phone. Bright digits stare back at him and he finally smiles the tiniest bit. Happy to know his trip home wasn’t delayed.

The cab stops, jutting him forward just a bit. The taxi driver gives him a warm smile as he pays, and a two-finger salute as he steps off. Perhaps he was on his way home too, if the exhausted look in his eyes says anything. Sure, the smile on his face was brightening, but the way his eyes spoke…

Logan is all too familiar with that look.

The usual routine continues, digging into his pockets for keys. Walking to the door. Opening the door and being met with…

Quiet.

The tiniest hint of a smile on his face falls at the empty living room. All the lights were off, the tables were as neat as he had left them, the couch pillows all in place as he had left them. Everything he had left was as it is. He’s greeted by the cold air and the creeping dark of the night, and he can’t help the long sigh that escapes him.

All too familiar. The usual routine.

Light switches on. He takes one step into the kitchen and is met with a throbbing sensation in his head. Forget it.

Light back off, he doesn’t bother for dinner.

He doesn’t bother for neatness and order when all he could feel was the coldness of the empty household and the throbbing migraine from a day’s work.

He doesn’t bother to keep his usual routine of neatness and order as he kicks off his shoes, knocking over another pair of shoes that were lazily placed onto the shoe rack.

He doesn’t bother to properly hang his coat on the hooks, accidentally hanging them over a jacket that had already been there, causing both to fall into the floor in a puddle of dark colours.

Logan swings the bedroom door open, wincing at the sudden light that hits his face. He isn’t sure how he didn’t notice it on his way to the room, but doesn’t bother to question it. The bedsheets are tangled and a pillow has lazily fallen off the bed, slumped next to it like a sack of potatoes.

Logan picks it up without a care, walking to the right of the bed and throwing it under him as he falls on the bed. His head inches away from the headboard and a cheek pressed into the soft fabric as his eyelids fight not to drop in an instant. His legs hang lazily over the edge and he doesn’t bother to move or position himself properly.

His usual routine be damned, he’s so tired.

It’s a few minutes of laying down in pure silence, the only light being that of the lamp sitting on the bedside table, on the left of where the bed stood.

For the span of those few minutes, it feels like just him and his house again. Thinking about it as much as he can in his tired state, it reminds him of years ago. When his routine would often result in things such as now, laying alone in his bed after hours of exhaustion, only to wake up to that same routine and be faced by the lonely sight of his empty home. That cold, lonely, dreaded feeling sitting in his stomach.

Of course, that was years ago.

He’s reminded of that when he hears shifting from the left of him. He doesn’t bother opening his eyes as he feels something reach over him, and the flicker of the lamp turning on from his side of the bed. Someone pulls him closer, until his legs aren’t hanging off the edge anymore and are comfortably pressed against the soft sheets.

His glasses are plucked off his face, and he can hear the gentle tap of them as they are sat on one of the bedside tables. Then there was a brief moment of hands trying to turn him over and off his stomach, and he can’t control the smile that forms on his face as he hears the other struggle to flip him over.

“Are you kidding- Why can’t you just-”

And in a moment of weakness, (and fondness, a lot of fondness, honestly,) Logan snickers.

And the effort stops. The brief moments of silence returns, and Logan worries it had all been something conjured by his mind, in the haze of exhaustion and that lonesome dread sitting in his stomach.

Until something soft presses against his face again, morphing his view into total darkness. His laughter, muffled.

“You asshole!” The pillow disappears from his view, and he’s greeted by the mock-offended look on his partner’s face. Purple hair is a mess, sticking everywhere, and face puffy from sleep. Furrowed brows and the tiniest pout. If Logan wasn’t too tired to move he’d kiss that pout right off the other’s face.

And then the view disappears again, as the pillow hits him once more.

“Good evening, Virgil, darling.”

“Stick that good evening up your ass.” Virgil pulls the pillow away from his view, instead wrapping his arms around it and glaring at Logan. It was one of those glares, the ones where green and brown eyes look him up and down. Logan only ever gets those glares when he looks like he ran a marathon, which serves a reminder of how exhausted he must look.

“Any observations you’d like to discuss with me about, or?”

“You look like shit.” Oh so gracefully, Virgil throws the pillow across the room. The gentle thump of it hitting the floor causes Logan to snort. “Rough day, huh?”

“Indeed.” His eyes droop.

“Didn’t have dinner yet?”

“Affirmative.” And they’re closed.

“Thought so, dumbass.”

He hums in response, laying comfortably and slowly succumbing to the softness pressed against him. Embracing the darkness and preparing to fall into sleep’s loving arms until he feels a weight on top of him, wiggling over him until he feels strands of hair tickle his chin and nose.

“Too tired to eat?” The other’s voice is muffled against his chest, but he responds with a tiny nod, knocking his chin onto the other’s head a little. There’s shifting again, and a tiny kiss is pressed against his jaw. “Okay, I’ll make you eat a lot when you wake up.”

“That won’t…” A yawn cuts in between, “...be necessary.”

“Shh, you’ll thank me later.”

Logan’s hands move by themselves, crawling to wrap around the other on top of him, pressing himself closer to the other in the pure silence. The world around them is now void of any sound except their gentle breathing and the breeze of a cold night. Somehow, in between the conversation they had, the throbbing in his head had stopped, and the earlier buzzing was now silent.

Maybe, Logan believes, if he opens his eyes, the warm light of the lamps will seem brighter than they actually are, maybe the living room wasn’t as dark as it actually seemed when he had first arrived.

He thinks maybe, maybe he missed a pillow out of place in the couch, or a bowl and utensils waiting in the sink. Maybe he didn’t realise the shoes he knocked his into were not the style he usually has, or that all his jackets were in his closet and not hung up on the hooks next to the door.

Perhaps, he thinks, if he went back out into a taxi now, and went past shop after shop again, he’d open the window and take it all in.

Maybe.

“I can hear you thinking, L.”

But maybe, later.

“Good night, Virgil.”

The touch of soft hair against his chin, the weight of another body on his, the dull light of lamps that he can see the slightest bit of through his closed eyelids. When the dark sky turns into its bright blue, and the moon bids it's goodbye while the sunlight greets them through where it can seep through the curtains, he’ll awake again to this cycle.

And that lonely, dreaded feeling will be nowhere to be seen.

As per, the usual routine.

#rindoc #analogical #sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #ts sides #ts logan #ts virgil #fluff #i am so sorry i tried my best im sorry anon #; - ;

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reversewerewolf · 8 months

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Dungeon Meshi for fandom ask ;U

The first character I first fell in love with:

Marcille…… Marcille my beloved………….. I love a weird woman and she thinks she is sooooo normal but she is not and I adore her

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Thistle (Sissel?) actually, going into stuff I’m normally not like yeah I’m gonna like the protagonist but I’m like y’know actually I get it. I get it buddy. I feel bad for you

The character everyone else loves that I don’t:

Not applicable, I like all of them lol

The character I love that everyone else hates:

Luckily I haven’t really seen a lot of hate in this fandom? But then I don’t interact with it much 🤔

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

Also not applicable :D

The character I would totally smooch:

Kabru 👉👈 I just think he’s neat

The character I’d want to be like:

I’m gonna be honest I don’t really think any of these folks should be emulated. I love them but they’re all fucked up in their own special ways

The character I’d slap:

Laios. I’m sorry but he deserves it sometimes

A pairing that I love:

Cop out answer, but it’s gotta be Marcille and Falin. We love the devotion

A pairing that I despise:

Despise is a strong word but I get mad whenever I see Izutsumi shipped with someone. She would not do that.

#ask meme

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lavaflowe · 1 year

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I saw you mention having a bad day & I know it's not much, but I have been trying my best to learn to draw b/c I think your work is so neat. And I know I have the skills of a Kindergartner but I just would like to show you a lad who wishes to give you an apple to keep away the sadness (I am sorry he looks so bad he was forced to eat cement when he was six):

Ah gosh!!! That’s so flattering🥺🥺 I love him very much, I will gladly accept the apple from the little cement cat👉👈 it definitely brightens my day

#apple 🍎#it’s mine #thank you sm😩🥺#lava chatter #answered asks

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headcanonsforcarscharacters · 2 years

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I play with toys. I just think they're neat, which RS gang will play toys with me if I ask them nicely? 👉👈

(Not my weirdest one unfortunately, sorry to be normal for once)

-✨

They are neat :)

It’s okay! I don’t mind

Lightning: Probably. He’d sit on the floor with you and be a bit hesitant at first, but he would slowly get more into it

Mater: YES! 100%!! He would

Luigi: Most likely

Guido: He would, yes

Sally: She’d softly smile and play with you as long as she wasn’t busy at the Cozy Cone

Doc: With a bit of hesitation, yes. You may need to do a bit of convincing, though

Fillmore: Yeah! Totally!

Sarge: He’s going to refuse until the day he dies

Flo: Yes, and she won’t even hesitate. “Of course, sugar! Just let me set these plates down…”

Ramone: Perhaps a bit hesitant at first but

Red: Yes and he will have a lot of fun too

Sheriff: He’d claim he’s too busy

Lizzie: Probably, but she would be worried about back aches and other elderly things

#✨ anon #cars #pixar cars #cars headcanons #cars fandom #cars 2006 #radiator springs

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freelancearsonist · 2 years

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its prolly a little too late for sinful sunday but….

khonshu (yes the dang bird.. esp when he was in the suit oh my god-) and jake gangbanging the reader in the limo- having you pushed at the backseat while just being pressed in between them- jake would act annoyed that you’re messing up the leather seats and khonshu goes on teasing that you need to be taught a lesson on being neat- the way the two of them would have mean praises laced with horny malice— the voyeurism that could happen if the limo had some sort of custom window tint (where you can have settings for it: tinted or non-tinted by putting it up and down) just having the thrill of passer-bys seeing you three even tho that won’t happen cos these two want to keep you for themselves 🫠🫠

i have been thinking about this for the past few hours and its a PLAGUE (not complaining tho 🫣) and i would love to hear your thoughts about this 👀

this is like the third khonshu ask i’ve gotten and sorry i just deleted the first two but i guess they aren’t gonna stop unless i say something 😂😂

listen i’m not judging at all, you do you. but i want no part of that bird skeleton dick. not only is he a BIRD SKELETON but he also reminds me so much of my abusive stepdad that i wanna throw up so 😂

thank you for taking the time to send in an ask i really appreciate it 🥺 and i’m sorry i can’t accommodate this for you 🥺👉👈

#clarke answers

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boxyam · 2 years

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HUGS FOREVER!!! :D 💖💛💙

#huggy wuggy #poppy playtime #SORRY I JUST THINK HES NEAT 👉👈#my art #whiteboard fox #dawg whiteboard needs a bucket tool so BADLY #had to finish this on ibis paint because my arm was killing me 💔

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certifiedjaeger · 2 years

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Imagine - Rethinking having kids with them

Characters: Eren, Reiner, Porco, Levi

Warnings: Slight breeding kink - This is mostly just very SFW and fluffy, though ♡

Anonymous asked:

hello! i just recently discovered your blog thru your breeding kink imagine/hc. i loved it so much that i want to send my own request if you don't mind. 👉👈 it's for eren, reiner, porco, zeke and levi. him and their significant other unanimously agreed on not having kids, and then one day she saw a video of a cute baby playing with their dads, and so she suddenly imagined them playing and bonding with her child. but ultimately, she's still adamant on not having kids because, (1/2)

(2/?) as her reason is, she's not sure whether she can fulfill the role, especially with the way and where she grew up wasn't actually child friendly. but since she loves them so much and she fully trusts that they'll be good fathers, she wants to try and conceive, but if it's not meant to be, then that's fine with her as well. also, when she opens up to them, she gets emotional because obviously this is a big deal for her and so it's lowkey taking everything in her to be vulnerable about the

about the topic (3/3) i was literally 3 character short lmao im sorry for the lengthy ask D: and thank you btw!

Notes: Of course I don't mind! And I love this idea, because it's like... really relatable lol Also! I'm so sorry, but I don't write for Zeke, I just don't really know his character that well and feel like I can't do him justice, so I'm only going to do Eren, Reiner, Porco and Levi here, I hope that's okay! With that in mind, @blondeboyfriend has some really great stuff on Zeke, so maybe check them out!! They're the zeke master so I think you'll love their stuff <3 Headcanons are down below, enjoy!

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Eren:

So with Eren, I imagine that you two had already had a conversation previously and had both agreed on not having kids

You had said something along the lines of "I simply don't want to be a mother" and Eren had chimed in casually with, "Well, I wasn't planning on sharing you with anyone, anyways, so..."

Which resulted in you two agreeing that kids weren't going to be a part of your future together

Although, a part of him had always thought that it would be kind of neat to be a dad; he thought that it might be something he was good at. His mind always seemed to conjure up thoughts about how cute your babies would be together and it made him a little sad inside (okay, not sad, but he would definitely let out a little sigh) to think that he'd never see a little baby with your eyes and his hair color. But, it was never really that huge of an issue for him, so he would just quickly turn his mind away from those thoughts

Unknowingly to him, you had said you didn't want to be a mom, not so much because it was a preference, but because you thought you might be bad at it

But when you saw a tiktok where a young dad (with hair very similar to Eren's) was playing with his baby in his lap, smiling at the infant's infectious laughter, your mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of that being Eren and your baby

You didn't know what to think about the smile that had crept its way onto your face at how cute that visual was and you tried to forget about it, you really tried, but it was all you had thought about for the next week or so...

Eren holding your baby and swaying them back and forth; Eren placing gentle kisses to their forehead and smiling softly while gazing down at his little creation; Eren making little "ow" noises as they yank and pull on his long hair; Eren sleeping shirtless in a pit of pillows (that he built) with your baby sleeping just as gently on his chest, Eren's arms holding them securely as they take a little nap together; Eren playing around with them and making them laugh with that same infectious laughter you had heard in the video that had started this all... the daydreaming seemed to never end

You were beginning to feel really confused, because... you and Eren had decided on not having kids, and yet, here you were, daydreaming about how sweet of a dad he would be, and how you might not be such a terrible mother, either...

When you finally sit down and talk with Eren about the thoughts you've been having and how your thoughts on parenthood might not be as concrete as you originally had thought, he grabs your hand and offers you a gentle smile

"Baby, it's okay to be scared... Don't you think I'm scared, too? I mean, fuck, who knows if I'd be any good at being a dad, either. But if there's one thing I know for certain, it's that if you love that baby even half as much as you love me, they're gonna be the luckiest and happiest kid in the world. Okay, wait... I lied. There's one other thing I know, too... they're also gonna be the cutest fucking baby in the world," he'd add, hoping to get a little smile out of you and feeling particularly victorious when he sees the corners of your mouth lift up. "I mean look at you, sheesh..." He'd lean in to place a soft kiss to your cheek, smiling into the kiss at the thought of a cute little version of you wrapped up in his arms

"Do you- do you really think that we could do this, though...?" you'd add, feeling vulnerable, and yet comforted in how safe he made you feel. You wondered if your future kid would feel this safe in his presence, too, and if they did, well... You knew that they'd grow up to be just okay

"With your kind and caring nature and my strong, protective nature-" he'd flex his muscles, trying to get a laugh out of you, "well, I think we'd be the perfect team." He'd give you one of his familiar charming smiles, while moving closer to you and pulling you onto his lap. "Plus, I think I'd like to see a little version of you running around..." He'd smile to himself, whispering a small, "it'd be pretty cute..."

"What happened to not wanting to share me?" you'd laugh softly, watching him roll his eyes gently

"I can share... just this once."

Reiner:

For Reiner, I imagine that he would be the one having more serious doubts about being a parent

On one hand, I think that he'd want to be a father, but on the other I think that he would be afraid in his ability to parent well

He often found that he couldn't trust himself, so how could he trust himself with a child? Well at least, that was his thinking

And with you being skeptical about becoming a parent yourself, you both had agreed to not having kids

Well, that was until one day when you two stumbled upon a little boy who was lost

He had to have been only around six years old and was crying over not being able to find his mom

But Reiner jumped right into action and made it his own mission to help the little guy (he even bent down to his level and used a softer voice as he told him that you two were going to stay with him until you all found "his mommy" God, so cute)

Watching Reiner take charge, and you right there by his side, comforting the little boy, told you both that you might not be so bad at this parenting thing

Reiner had held the boy in his arms and you had rubbed his little back, assuring him that he would soon be reunited with his mom

After you returned him safely to the scared, apologetic lady and started heading back home, you both just kind of looked at each other and smiled

Reiner took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss to the back of it as you two started walking again, " Well that... felt nice"

You looked up at him, "You were really good with him... you knew exactly how to comfort him"

That earned a little blush from his cheeks - you praised his childcare abilities that he had assumed were nonexistent and it filled him with only warmth and hope for a possible future as a father

"Maybe... maybe, having kids wouldn't be so bad..." he'd whisper, feeling vulnerable for opening that conversation back up again

"Yeah... maybe..." you'd agree, the both of you walking together down the path as thoughts of a future with little ones filled your minds

Porco:

I've always seen Porco as a family man, so I imagine that he'd actually be pretty disappointed when you tell him that you didn't want to have kids

But he loves you so much and can't imagine a life without you in it, that he's willing to compromise by having furry kids (yes, you two have two large labradors thanks to him)

However, he's still a little sad over the idea of never being able to hear the small pitter patter of feet running around his house or the fun of wrestling around with little versions of himself

He also thinks about you carrying his children, all round and plump with his baby in your belly (as well as the idea of being the cause for you in that state *wink wink* hello, Porco literally has the biggest breeding kink, he's secretly obsessed with the idea of fucking his kids into you)

But he loves you more than anything, and like I said, is happy to compromise for the little family you two already have

And you thought you were happy with your little family, as well... well, that was until you went over to Porco's nonna's house and witnessed him playing around with his younger cousins

Picture this... Porco wrestling around with two young boys and throwing them in the air so they land on the couch; little kids holding onto Porco's bicep as he lifts them in the air; Porco gently holding his little 7-month-old cousin in his arms; Porco using a stern voice to scold some of the youngins who were throwing your purse around; Porco coming up behind you to wrap his strong arms around your waist as he watches over his big, crazy family, him laughing softly against your neck as he places a small peck to your skin and watches the wild scene before him

You had always thought that you would be happy living a life with just Porco and your pets, but seeing him like this, seeing how much love and warmth was in the room, you started to rethink your thoughts on having children

You knew that Porco would be an amazing father, like... truly amazing, but you were still a little skeptical about your own ability to parent

But with him by your side, you felt that this was something you could do...

You brought up the topic to him later on that night after you two had left his nonna's house and as much as he tried to hide how excited he was, you could see the little sparkle in his eye and just how much his face lit up at the mention of you two trying to conceive

"But if it doesn't happen, then maybe it isn't meant to be," you add, to which he nods his head rather eagerly, just happy that you both we're going to try

"Of course," he'd kiss you, once on your lips and then another on your cheek, and then another on your other cheek, and then of course he had to add one to the tip of your nose, and before you knew it, he was covering your face in tiny, little grateful kisses

"You're gonna be the best mom, I just know it," he'd add with a smile, starting to trail his kisses from your jawline down to your neck; making them slower, more passionate now

"Porco, this is only if I get pregnant," you'd remind him, laughing as he gently pushes you down against the bed

He'd place one last kiss to your neck, lifting his head ever so slightly as he whispers in your ear, "Baby, make no mistake... I am getting you pregnant tonight"

Levi:

For Levi, I imagine something similar to Reiner where he feels insecure and skeptical about his ability to parent well

Although, he wouldn't be as open about it or quick to share how he's feeling when it comes to experiencing worries over the possibility of being an inadequate parent

Truth be told, he had a tough upbringing and doesn't exactly know what parenting entails, which is why he feels that because of that, along with his often times cold demeanor, he would be a terrible father

When you had come to him and told him you didn't want to have kids, he was secretly really grateful that you were on the same page as him, even if his outward appearance didn't show it

He had simply said, "If that's what you want, then I'm fine with that"

He really gave no inkling toward his own internal thoughts on the matter, but you knew better...

You always knew better when it came to him, even if he tried to keep parts of himself hidden, as was his normal way of doing things

You were always able to get in that little mind of his, though, and could instantly tell when he was either hiding something or feeling down about something specific

All you had done during this conversation, was go up behind him and place your arms around his waist, hugging him closely to your chest and letting out a soft sigh as you whispered, "Not that it matters, but you'd be a good dad"

And it was your little voice in his head uttering those little words that had stayed with him

He seemed to always think about it; at night while trying to sleep, at work when he ought to be focusing; when he was inside of you, seconds away from spilling his cum into you and making you both parents regardless of your previous agreement

"You'd be a good dad."

He wondered if you had meant it or if you were just simply saying it to say it

But nevertheless, it stayed with him

Especially when he witnessed you around other kids, playing with them gently and being so naturally kind and compassionate to their little selves, your words stayed with him; they always seemed to echo in his mind

And he found himself repeating those very words, only to you now as you took his hand in yours, "Not that it matters, but you'd be a good mom."

And your head would whip around softly, feeling shy about his sudden praise and whispering under your breath, "yeah... well, I suppose that doesn't matter now, though"

The turning point for you had been when you witnessed Levi with Erwin's baby (yes, he has a baby here lol i'm the mom ok sorry)

He had been nervous to hold the little guy, feeling afraid that he would do it wrong and would somehow end up hurting them

But after a second or two, he adjusted his arms and was shown to be a complete natural at it

After a while, he was making bottles, and burping the baby (with a little towel over his shoulder, so cute ahhh), and rocking the little guy back and forth, and he even helped with changing diapers, which he somehow was already really good at

But what really convinced you to change your thoughts on parenthood, was the look Levi had as he swayed the baby gently in his arms, watching him sleep wrapped up in the safety of his strong arms... just watching the little guy with this soft, yearning look on his face

And it killed you to see that look...

It was all the proof he needed that he wouldn't be a terrible father and you were right there to tell him that

He had seen you with other kids, and you had listened to his praises surrounding your childcare abilities, and now it was his turn to receive the same treatment, since here he was, a complete natural at caring for an infant with nothing to worry about when it came to being a father

He was soft and kind and nurturing; all of the things that he told himself that he wasn't

And yet, something in him changed as he listened to you tell him that he was, in fact, all of those things

You had told him how sweet it was to watch him with Erwin's son and how easy he had made it look, and in that moment, it had been his turn to blush, even if it was only the tops of his ears that grew slightly pink

"I know you'd be a good dad," you'd whisper, taking his hand in yours

"And I know you'd be a good mom," he'd squeeze your hand lightly, looking down at your hands while the corner of his mouth lifted up ever so slightly

After that night, you two had agreed that you'd give it a shot and would try to conceive, and coincidentally that night, Levi had the sweetest dreams of holding another baby in his arms... only this time they had his dark hair and your beautiful eyes

#eren jaeger #eren yeager #reiner braun #porco galliard #levi ackerman #captain levi #aot imagines #attack on titan imagines #aot headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #aot hcs #attack on titan hcs #eren jaeger imagines #reiner braun imagines #porco galliard imagines #levi ackerman imagines #eren yeager imagines #my writing

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thequibblah · 2 years

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can I get a directors cut on The AU of All Time, TMWYSL pls 👉👈

haha. all right i will talk about this

(sidenote i wrote a little bit about conceptualising this lily here and about "fuck, you're magic" here, so i will try not to fixate on those points again lest this response become... 900,000 words long)

update: word tells me this is nearly 5000 words long. i am so sorry. how dare i write a oneshot about my oneshot. fuck me

so i actually thought about this piece a lot before really sitting down to write the whole thing, and i had a timeline and a handful of snippets by then. some things were really fixed — i knew the ending, i knew véro and lily becoming friends, i knew james would comfort her, i knew the mulciber aftermath, i knew the bet you haven't kissed any boys scene, i knew that lily would come into 7th year already sort of having feelings for james — but i had a lot of floating bits to slot into the right place depending on how things felt. this ended up being a very fun surprise because some things wound up as important as i thought they'd be (like the cupped palm bit which has to be one of my favourite paragraphs i've written ever), but other things i totally made up on the spot while writing — which, when i sat down to properly do, i did in order — wound up having Thematic Significance. neat!

one example of this is right at the start, "Anything special must glitter, or better still, shine, and Lily Evans was — is — all of those things." i wasn't thinking of the pearl imagery throughout the story when i wrote that, because i hadn't yet written it! but there are two things this accomplishes that i like:

—one is that it hints at the pearl, but in different language, which to me kind of underscores the difference between snape and lily. they come from the same place, if different backgrounds; they are both undoubtedly looking for something magical. but "anything special must glitter" is hopefully reminiscent of "all that glitters is not gold," the first warning that lily isn't and won't be to him what he wants her to be. when lily thinks of the pearl later, she never describes it as "glittering," though she does think of it as having "shine." it's a very minor difference in word choice but i grew really attached to its implications — "glittering" giving the impression of something harder, something multifaceted and maybe deceptive ("glittering" appears in the scene where lily's dad dies), while shining or pearlescent feels softer. and lily's of course searching for softness! and the softness — the pearl! — comes from within her!

—the other is that it muddles up what the shine is referring to. is lily the thing that shines? is lily's secret the thing that shines? obviously lily's glitter fades for snape, in a sense — even if he doesn't stop loving her in whatever form he perceives to be love, she chooses someone else instead of him. but the pearl doesn't fade. is one truer than the other? this symbolic shifting, if you can call it that, is also something lily does with the hazel and the honeysuckle, more on that soon!

i wanted to start this off w snape because the first choice lily makes is about him — or is it? as much as this is a selfless choice at first glance it's also kind of not, it is a choice lily makes because of herself, not just because of her best friend, which is why i wanted immediately to bring in the petunia issue. [side note: the AU actually begins btw with "when she returns to the compartment where Severus waits for her she’s just as cheerful as before," because in "the prince's tale" lily is actually quite upset with snape even on that first train ride and tells him tuney hates me because of you, etc. etc. so technically speaking, it's almost less what if lily chose slytherin and more what if lily reacted differently to the circumstances leading up to her first day at hogwarts!]

one thing i loved doing in this fic is giving time a bit of circularity. this happened mostly organically, which was Wild™, but a lot of callbacks were very easy to work out. the first being of course, the flashforward to seventh year, and nestled within that, lily's throwback to 4th year charms, when james hits his head, and again with the 6th year cry. this is one of my faaaavourite things to do, establishing a future and then cutting back to the present, but i like that i got to establish three futures here, esp with the 4th year bit. i think most people who read it were like, right, that has to be james LOL but also i totally made that up on the fly and was really psyched when the whole fourth year arc sort of took off on its own

anyhoo, another thing that became very clear to me right off the bat is that this lily is lonely enough that she's romanticised her own sadgirl life to heights previously unknown. like, she won't really admit to herself she fancies him (until the train, as we know later), but holy hell is it obvious from the moment she gets his letter — hi. hi. hi. i threw up a bit writing that — and i loved the teen melodrama of it all. she puts down the letter in order to have the right music on while she reads it. truly the girl writes herself

(side note, was there symbolism in james's owl sneaking into her cage? u decide)

and now, to sad bits. i will resist the urge to admit how much of this comes from my own school life LMFAO but there are three big Things for me in "two: bravado." one is the setup for SWM, which i knew right away would still take place as in canon, but with the slightly different angle of...lily's much more aware of and more actively confronted by anti-muggleborn prejudice in this AU. lily's keenly aware of the m word right away, and snape actively protests that he doesn't see her that way — so it'll hit pretty damn hard when he does call her by it.

second is mcgonagall !! i knew i wanted her to play a significant role despite not being lily's head of house, and i loved trying to figure out how she'd be as a teacher to someone outside of gryffindor, which obviously we don't have a solid blueprint for in the main series. i think there's a lot more opportunity for misunderstanding ("Her mouth presses into a thin line, making her look more severe than ever. She’s disappointed in me, Lily realises." LILY HONEY OF COURSE SHE ISN'T!!!!), and i liked the feeling of wariness that lily brings to her interactions with mcg pretty much all the way through, though by the end of the story i'd say she trusts her more than she'd trust any other teacher p much. here i wanted her to be a sort of extra feature of the institutional discomfort that lily experiences — she's certainly well-meaning, and extends lily a helping hand, and lily starts to see her as someone she can be vulnerable around just as much as someone she has to impress, but what's one teacher in the face of [waves hand] everything? just like mary or james can't understand lily's hogwarts experience, neither can mcg

third is the bravado bit, which is really me trying to turn the abstract notion that lily and snape don't think alike into something more concrete. as ive said to some people, snape's advice isn't necessarily wrong on an objective level. his dad's abusive and he has an awful home life, he is naturally inclined to think "keep your head down, things will be fine" is a workable defence mechanism — much in the same way petunia is uppity and demands that lily act like a grown up to get over the sting of never having had magic (and magic is childish) and then to fit in to the kind of life she wants to build for herself. it's just...advice that isn't right for lily. it doesn't work in her situation and it doesn't work for who she is and how she thinks, and this is the start of why she and snape have a friendship that won't survive school

BUT the most important thing is the book shelving in detention. we'll come back to this >:)

another bit i had planned from the start was véro, because i wanted to write a set of slytherin girls in a way i hadn't gotten to with come together (regret of a lifetime). i loved getting to set them up a little bit separately from lily, who has them all at a remove (for understandable reasons) and to kind of get the impression that they're all changing and growing themselves behind her back, particularly véro and christa who stop being actively mean to her fairly soon. and also in regards to this being the soft tease, if you will, ha, as to this lily's sexuality — i wanted to write something a little more true to my experience, which was much less of a big realisation and less focused on the concept of coming out. i also tend to write hogwarts friendships that basically start from day one of school, so this was a fun chance, with lily and véro, to write something very different and also significantly more complicated...

so! now we arrive in fourth year, and james being james. i loved preserving the troublemaker-good student dynamic here, especially because it's not exactly what it seems like — lily also has her fair share of trouble, and james is no academic slouch. and liking him unwillingly (or is it) really starts right here, when she realises he pretends, like her, though slightly unlike her — that despite their many differences they are in some ways the same. he's faking it too!

now, coming to summer after 4th year: lily's been lonely a lot so far, but this is the first time she's actively alone, and i liked being able to establish this as also an uncomfortable state for her — she likes it, but she doesn't like it, just like with hogwarts, just like with slytherin. in a sense she likes it but would enjoy it more if she wasn't forced into it, which becomes clearer in 7th year. solitude is where she finds herself, and like any adolescent person, it's where she tries out different personas to see what suits her best. sometimes it works! sometimes its pretence! more on this later!

back to school and the differences between snape and lily are only getting bigger, as their concerns become so so very different. one big concern that only hit me when i was planning was that the two of them are now prefects together — so how to drive a wedge between them when they're spending that much time together? so the fellowship was a way to finagle some physical distance, while effectively two-birds-one-stone getting her close to remus. being in slytherin she possibly does see the targets of her rude classmates firsthand, aside from herself lol, but i love the lily and remus friendship in canon and i think an important think to preserve in terms of her kindness and open-mindedness was that no matter the universe she's adamant about treating him with the respect he deserves.

but i also didn't want to downplay the arguments between james and lily, because they couldn't take too many steps forward here considering they already have this layer of understanding from 4th year but the bulk of relationship progress was to happen later. despite the fact that they do think alike to some degree, they have their differences — and the differences are how they balance each other out. but so long as they aren't really invested in being nice to each other, the bickering isn't exactly productive. also: “Why are you so determined to convince me, anyway?”

take a wild guess, lily

the loop-back to third year was also to add more circularity, but also to flesh out some of that institutional disconnect. i was thinking especially of a writing project i did in college about women at my university — reading about the specific former college presidents, for instance, who didn't love the idea of allowing women into an educational institution, and then like passing by buildings named after those people, or photos of them in the hallway, is certainly...a time. and i can only imagine what kind of salazar slytherin legacy is easily found in the school library

another growing wedge between lily and snape here is his feelings for her, which i hadn't really dealt with in canon fic but i think a necessarily more wary/observant lily would've found this harder to ignore. i think a friend who has romantic feelings for you that you don't return is honestly one of the most painful, awkward situations to be in ever, and i realised while writing this that it really weighs very heavily on her. she doesn't want to hurt her friend but she knows she already is and eventually the facts will come out into the open!!! it's awful!!! it sucks!!!

now this “Yeah, well. I’m probably gonna regret not leaving him for dead in a few years.” everyone knows was me makin a sly comment about the canon future :")

remember lily finding herself when she's alone? we're finally possibly past the awkward stage of relentless self-reinvention, and the comforting thing in this summer isn't just finding what magic means to her outside of snape — it's also finding véro, and mary, and moving onto the year again, it's remus.

we circle back to the detention!!! remember in first year:

“It’s a mess,” says Potter, “we’ll need to take everything down and start from the beginning.”

there is no book reorganising this time around, because the "taking everything down and starting from the beginning" is happening with THEM! this is the soft reset! this is the halfway mark of the fic! this is the pearl growing!

“Why can’t Petunia find one of those blokes,” she mutters, “someone who tries harder?”

subtlety thy name is not suze

lily's breakdown! i rly wanted this to be about something small, the final paper cut that gets to her. to james this is like... at first shocking but then a big lesson learned — what knocks lily down isn't something big and difficult like bigotry, it's something tiny and personal as academic failure. and yet it's like — the classic crying about one thing when really you're crying about everything in the world, and you really can't be okay afterwards, even if some cries are satisfying. but i think what makes this one especially painful is like...it's so easy for james to comfort her. it's so easy for him to just be nice, even though they're really only cordial to each other at best at this point.

which begs the question: if this frenemy classmate of hers could have held her while she cried, why the fuck can't more people just be nice? why can't more people just be good? and this like, brings back the suppressed thing all the way from first year (when she told herself she couldn't cry at school anymore), which is, well is it me then? like, am i the problem here?

(and worst of all — oh no i like him in its most repressed form. one of the most fun things about this lily is how she won't even admit she fancies him but she's really getting ahead of herself on so many other counts, like, she's worrying about what sirius thinks of her? GET A CLUEEE)

Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup and Christa silently fumes for all of May. Lily wants to be sympathetic, but she’s not particularly invested in house Quidditch anyway. James is nauseatingly happy in lessons, all the way through to the end of term.

oh yes lily. these things are all sooooo unconnected

7th year time! now seems like a good spot to talk about some fun elemental symbolism that i'd been seeding through out but really comes to the forefront here. despite the similarity in thinking, which even lily is on some level aware of, she sees the difference in them very clearly, and this story is deep enough in her perspective that those differences are really heightened in metaphor. james is all fire and air — he's dynamic, he's angry, he's energetic, his room's in a tower, he's sunlight. lily is all water and earth — even when she's angry, it's more torrential than it is hot; she's cold where he's warm, etc. obviously the contrast is very in your face with the rooms. but there are some little bits where that consistent theme is interrupted, which i'll get to in a hot sec

circling back to lily and solitude:

Happy. Is it as easy as having a room of her own and enough distractions to draw her away from the dungeons?

like i said earlier, solitude kind of sucks when it's not by choice, and lily's learning here that she doesn't mind being alone when she still has her friends! she has her lil mermaid pal, she has véro and remus and mary and james (eyes emoji)

the kiss! it happened on halloween partly for the solitude purposes tee em, but also of course because i love pain and halloween is, you know, That Day. he is playing with a lighter because obviously, fire symbolism. but as much as she wants to be able to trust him openly and right away, she hasn't even really... told him she's into him, ha, and she's automatically defensive right after the kiss even though she's wanted this for six months easily. the trust, funnily enough, starts to be really consciously built only after they've kissed.

okay, now, his room — all fire (even in the stars!), all air, obviously, but "this weightless, wave-rocked sensation," and the glass of the window was supposed to be reminiscent of still water. boundaries, blurring! there will be more of that in her room, too, with the candles! (”Sun, near-summer, spilling and sighing across the clear glassy Lake,” anyone?)

the bit where she doesn't ask him to stay for christmas too is a very. i was saying this also in the discord, where this lily is so conscious and wary of being a taker in relationships despite being sooo blind to people she's let in who aren't going to give as much as she will. but her cute little holiday was also an extension of the solitude by choice — i also wanted to emphasise that despite her loneliness lily does find ways to make hogwarts more comfortable for her, her own way. she befriends the mermaid, which was this random silly idea i came up with for the prefect's bathroom scene and then got SO attached to, and she hangs out with hagrid, and this bit i really am so fond of because...she's still a kid, and despite everything she does get to enjoy being young and being silly without awful things happening

oh shoutout to my favourite lily line of dialogue:

“No, James,” she says, drily, “I was unexplored land before you.”

i love her

OH hello hazel and honeysuckle! so, this is a poem that routinely makes me want to scream and cry and go feral, because of the whole dying together theme, but what i liked about how i got to use it here was that symbol shifting thing i talked about at the start. like, in the poem itself hazel and honeysuckle are supposed to symbolise the lovers together, but lily thinks "maybe he doesn’t even need her for that" — maybe he's both on his own, like he's already whole enough without her. and through the course of the story allowing herself to 1. be more vulnerable 2. admit that she really does care for him 3. accept that the hardship she's endured is not her even if it defines her in many ways, finally leads her to that last moment — maybe she's honeysuckle

my favourite running thread btw:

She spends afternoons picking her way through the trees, fingers of sunlight filtering through the leaves to press new freckles across her arms and shoulders.

Potter’s eyes are sunlight through trees. They always manage to find her.

...for someone made of sunlight, flimsy and golden and always out of reach, he is surprisingly solid.

James is still laughing when he presses his mouth to her skin. Counting her freckles with his tongue. She can feel each one like a brand, suffused with second sunlight once he’s through with them.

Nothing lives in secret forever. Parts of it start to show, because sunlight finds everything, searing and truth-telling and shadow-scattering. James gives Mulciber a black eye...

hospital wing time! so, this seems like a good place to point out that james is injured multiple times through this fic and we see him convalescing, but we never see that with lily. this was sort of accidental — i didn't really think we'd gain much by seeing her after being, say, hexed by mulciber and avery — but also felt narratively consistent. like, lily is so preoccupied with projecting invulnerability that she'd rather not even consider the times she's hurt, that she'd rather reinvent herself in the city than roam the woods and address her grief, that even ducking into mcg's office feels like giving up.

also, one thing i love doing is having phrases loop through internal monologue and dialogue — part of it makes you wonder when this story is being told, if thoughts are then spoken aloud? but part of it is also the loveliest thing about growing close to someone, where you start to adopt their speech, so:

...two of his favourite words, sure and obviously, obvious to whom? Only to him...

at the very start versus here

“Yes! Obviously!” [...] He scoffs. “Obvious to whom?

and the way lily repeats back snape's advice re: ignoring and receives the same disbelief that she herself felt when she first heard it.. your honour theyre the same

and lily realises this to some extent, subconsciously — that she can't really tell him off for doing what she wishes she'd done, that she can't tell him to fight his nature when she knows how fruitless and painful and difficult that is. but she can tell him not to be an idiot when he fights back

After this interaction Lily excuses herself for the loo, and realises on the walk there that her hands are shaking. She presses them to her stomach, wondering what the fuck is wrong with her. They’re just his friends. She’s not even his anything, just — just his— Not even his anything.

the nervousness here btw was like... palpable to me while i was writing it — i could not have finished that sentence because lily refused to. this is the scariest part of admitting you're not aloof and above it all after so long pretending you could be: you really fuckin badly want to be liked!!!! ooomigod!!!!

but trust, again, continues to build. lily went from worrying he'd betray her confidence to worrying how he'd take the kiss to worrying that the people around him wouldn't accept her even if he has to now just...her anxiety can't convince her that something will go wrong!

also fun note: i did not realise this until after the pearl motif was well and truly in it, but the janis joplin album with "trust me" is in fact called. "pearl"!

ok "she leaves the path" was my more subtle quote from "chevrefoil" — it's the bit where the queen leaves, er, the path jdfghk to secretly meet tristan. but also of course the moment when lily goes full fuck it!

oh hey look:

“I’ll happily do penance,” he retorts, “just tell me where, when, and how.”

haha remember:

As if something’s going to happen, but she doesn’t know where or when or how.

jokes on u all i just repeat the same words and call it a callback

ok this is kind of a minor point but one thing i liked was in a very restrictive, stifling environment for lily trying to emphasise when things cross boundaries upwards or downwards, so here as they descend to the dungeons:

He sighs a happy sigh, directs it towards the high ceiling. Lily watches it float up, up, up.

but also her sighs wafting into the air in his room, etc

surely everyone and their mother noticed the orpheus and eurydice reference here so i won't belabour it, but i will say note the half-inversion — they're going down, as opposed to going up out of the underworld, but it's still "orpheus" taking "eurydice" to his home, so to speak?

ok so heRE i didn't want to describe james's room the first night she goes there — it gets a brief this-is-so-different but we quickly jump time. whereas i think this part might actually be the longest the story stays in one place temporally. this is like, it for lily, a pivotal moment wrapped up in belonging and acceptance and admission and vulnerability and love all at once.

with the you're sweet, which i mentioned in that ask about "fuck, you're magic," james was obviously delivering an extremely targeted compliment, but here in his excitement about the room again he's just...actually pretty hype! this is wild! as lily so astutely observes, he loves discovering hidden things, but it's the smallest and yet most rewarding thing ever when someone you care about reacts exactly the way you hope for when you show them something important to you — and this is what makes things finally click for lily, this tiny but utterly james moment that in his own way mirrors the way she sat by the glass on the first day she saw the room.

this final thing — knowing that she loves and trusts him — is what does away with her fear in this moment. i would say maybe more important than showing him the room or deciding to sleep with him (both of which she considers openly for a long time as likely possibilities) is the fact that she can find pleasure without fear the way she so badly wants — and is envious that he can manage — even though she does say hang on a couple of times.

also the "have you done it before" was a callback to the summer lily's dad died, when "She just shrugs and smiles, like she’s done it all a hundred times." it's just so Much for her to not just be able to not put walls up around him, but also to know he won't take her put-together, in-control aloofness for fact!

and now we're here. so. We Need to Talk About Véro.

the response to her was mostly as expected which i'm very pleased about jkdhfgkd a lot of "nooo i was rooting for her!!" so thank you guys for that. what i liked exploring with her was the ~evil~ of the bystander — she's not malicious, she's not spiteful, she just...stands by while lily's bullied, which okay maybe you can forgive a 12 year old for that, but when push comes to shove, at 17, véro just...doesn't push back, again. to me this moment isn't one in which she decides to out lily to her classmates — it's one in which she perhaps really did try to stop amabella, but didn't do enough.

véro does come from a very different world than lily — she's a bit of a cynic, she doesn't think things change by the willpower of teenage students, she's certainly not a blood purist but she doesn't know how to dismantle this thing that she's grown up with as an age-old institution. remember how christa mellowed out and became sort of decent to lily? things change without lily noticing. in a year where véro didn't have her only friend in the dorm with her, but did have a girl who strongly disliked her for very personal reasons, her life probably did get harder. as hard as lily's, those early years at school? probably not. but she can't make that comparison in her own head. maybe standing at lily's door she thought, well if i just let this happen and it seems like an accident then maybe amabella will leave me alone... there are plenty of things she could have (and maybe even should have) done better — but she's not that girl.

lily recognises that. and i think the big show of growth/maturity for her here is that she considers several different possibilities (hating véro for this, forgiving véro right away, blaming herself for having left the key out) and then decides you know what, not worth my energy right now. she faces a complex issue and instead of worrying it's her fault, she accepts that it's probably more complicated than véro secretly hating her, and also decides it's not something that can earn her immediate forgiveness.

right, i love you that was very nice, etc etc, now to slughorn and minnie! ha. this was actually one of the first things i came up with because i feel like i've never seen it in fics where james and lily get physical (though i'm sure it exists). they go to a traditional british boarding school; i'd imagine teachers would not exactly be thrilled to hear they're having sex. i toyed with several different outcomes here but finally decided to cut them some slack and have them get away with it lol — partly also because the violation of privacy with lily's room would have been so compounded if the girls had, like, seen james in there, and i decided what she did not need was another breakdown.

we arrive now at the end! thank you for reading this whole thing. dear god. i apologise.

#clare with no i #this has no right to be this long #tmwysl #director's cuts #ask me

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hi ! i can’t remember if i requested this already (if i did i’m sorry for sending it again) but could i get prompt 23 with wolffe👉👈 (and can you make it smut?)

Thief

Oh my gosh yes of course!!(you did, but you didn’t say smut so 😳😳)) but thank you so much, I love this request sm!!

I also couldn't bother to reread this because I always devide to write late at night. So I hope it makes sense/isn't shitty.

Wolffe x Reader: "Are you wearing my shirt?"

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, oral(f recieving), foul language, authority kink, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it guys 🤠), dom wolffe.

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You stood in the center of your kitchen. Swaying your hips as you hummed to the music playing in the background of your apartment. You waltzed over to the cupboard to put away the last dish that you cleaned. You were in a rather good mood today. Learning that your lover, Wolffe, would be arriving home later tonight. So, you were taking the time to clean up your home. Making sure everything was cozy and clean for your soldier when he made his return.

You looked through your fridge with a yawn. Still needing to plan supper for the two of you. Not only was it his return home, but today was also your year anniversary with one another. To think it had been that long was a miracle in some people's eyes. Especially since you were both the polar opposite of one another.

But you were everything that he needed, and he treated you like royalty. Even if you only worked at a dinner down the street and had since the two of you met.

You thought about fond memories with a small smile as you pulled out some food you could make. Deciding on a casserole that would take a while to bake, but was one of Wolffe’s favorites. So you just had to make it for your lover.

You began singing aloud with a giddy smile as you chopped up some of the vegetables and meats. It was such a thrilling day for you, and you just hoped that he wouldn’t be late. You didn’t care if he didn’t remember. He served for the GAR and him returning safe and sound was the best gift he could give you.

The voice made you jump. Dropping the knife in your hand as you turned towards the entrance of the kitchen with wide eyes. Wolffe was standing there. His arms crossed over his chest. Already stripped from his armor, boots and gloves, that you could see behind him placed in a neat pile on the floor.

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Wolffe, you’re home early!” You piped. Racing your way over to the broad male. Engulfing him in a hug, which he happily returned to you. A hand resting in your hair as he stroked it softly. “You didn’t answer my question, Baby.” You felt a shudder run down your spine as he tilted your head up to look at him. Gulping a bit as you searched his eyes.

“Yeah, I am.” You answered. Hands resting on his chest as he smiled down at you. “I could take it off?” You told him with a raised brow and he thought about it for a moment. Until he looked back down to the baggy grey shirt you had bought for him some time ago.

“Hm.. No, I think it looks better on you.” He told you. Hands sliding back to squeeze your ass. Causing a small gasp to leave your lips. “I wanna be the one taking it off you later, anyways.” He muttered against your ear. Kissing it softly before moving to give you a loving, tender kiss on your lips.

He parted to peak back to the counter. A hungry look on his face that made you snicker. “Making your favorite. If you wanna take a shower real quick I should be done and have it in the oven by the time you get out.” You told him. Kissing his Adam’s apple with a small smirk. Before backing up and turning to head back to your cutting board. Adding a small sway to your hips, just for show.

You heard him let out a rather loud sigh. As if he were being forced to shower and leave your sight. Then you heard the sound of padding feet against your floor. Peaking over your shoulder to see him slip into your shared room to grab some clothes. Then disappear into the bathroom.

You were in fact right. He was out of the shower while you were finishing up. Sliding the pan into the oven and then standing back up with an exasperated sigh. Turning your head when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your torso. Then a pair of lips latching onto your exposed shoulder.

“Miss me, hm?” You spoke with a small hum as his hands ran under your shirt to caress your skin. “Of course I did, cyar’ika.” He cooed. Nipping at your shoulder. A small yelp leaving your lips that had him chuckling. “Always so sensitive, aren’t you.” He added. Then resting his chin on the same shoulder. “Happy anniversary, by the way.”

Your stomach was doing flips at his words. Heart fluttering in your chest as a wide smile spread across your lips. “You remembered,” You spoke with almost a surprised tone. Then again it was Wolffe. It took one date for him to remember what your favorite dessert and drink was from the diner you two went to. Which he still in fact remembered to this day.

“Of course, how could I forget the day I was lucky enough to land a date with you?” He added. His fingertips slipped under your waist band. Having to bite your bottom lip to suppress the surprised squeak you nearly let out.

“I didn’t get you anything, though.” He added. Nose rubbing against the side of your neck. His wet hair tickling your Jaw a bit.

“Rude,” You teased. Until he pushed you forward up against the counter. Unable to suppress the yelp you let out as he pressed his body flush against you. “You didn’t let me finish,” He snarled a bit. Nipping at your ear. Your knees were already trembling a bit. A pool of heat already forming in your stomach. “Are you going to listen, or am I going to leave you here when you feel like,” He dipped his hand into your pants and panties. Cupping your pussy. A finger dipping in your folds. An involuntary groan leaving his lips. “This?” He finished. Calloused finger running over your clit. Causing your hips to attempt a stutter. Wolffe was already a step ahead of you. Gripping on your hip with his hand.

Your head fell forward slightly as you let out a small mewl while he pumped a finger inside you. “Yes, I’ll listen.” The words left your mouth as more of a moan than you intended. Feeling the smirk on his lips as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Good girl.”

He pulled his hand on your hip up to your neck. Craning it back just a smidge so you could see him out of the corner of your eye. The finger inside you stilled and you do your best not to rock your hips. Not yet, at least.

“We don’t really get paid much, so, my gift to you is more fun than anything.” He added. Biting the side of your throat softly. “Figured I’d eat you out for dessert, but I don’t know if I can wait until the food is done.” He growled as he rutted his hips against your back side. You could feel the strain of his cock against his blacks.

“Dessert before dinner is allowed,” You suggested. A small chuckle leaving the back of his throat. “You miss my mouth, that much?” He teased. Leaving a hickey where your neck meets your shoulder.

The lack of a response made him a tad annoyed. Hand on your throat leaving to smack your ass. A shout leaving your lips as he went back to attacking your neck. “Answer, now.” He demanded as tears pricked your eyes at the force. Though you honestly didn’t mind it too much. The two of you had safe words if boundaries were over stepped, just in case. “Yes, maker, yes I do Wolffe!” He flipped you around so you could see him. Lifting you so you were now seated on the counter. “What did you call me?” You gulped. Hands playing at the end of your shirt. “Sir, I meant sir.” He smiled at that. Rewarding you with a kiss.

You hummed into it. Allowing his tongue to explore your mouth the moment he pressed his against your lips. Your tongues are barely even battling with one another since he always won. You let him most times anyway. Teeth hitting teeth while the two of you practically devoured one another.

His hands slid down your body to the hem of your shirt. Lifting it, and only parting from the kiss to remove it. Your exposed body has all of his attention now. A small groan leaving his throat at the sight of your skin. All the places he could markup, bite, lick, suck. You were the empty canvas, while he was the artist.

He kissed on your neck. Kissing over the flesh he bit on earlier. The one spot is still a bit sensitive to his touch. His hands were on another mission; undoing your bra, to be exact. Once your breasts were free his large, calloused hands were on them in moments. Feeling the mounds of flesh and fat as they pressed into his fingers. The weight of them, how soft they were. It only got him going more.

His lips raced down your neck to your collarbone. Sucking and nipping, before he got impatient with himself and went in for the kill. Licking over one of your nipples just to feel you squirm beneath him. A small smirk playing at his lips. Then he dived in. Lips wrapping around your flesh. Biting around your sensitive skin and nipple. You neglected tit being played with by his hand. While his free one moved down to your waist band.

A small whine left your lips as your head lulled back at the sensation, but you needed more. The hand at your waist band had you hoping he'd touch you, but it quickly abandoned. Along with his mouth, so he could remove his own shirt. You barely had a chance to look him over before he was attacking your other breast. Leaving a rather harsh bite on the mound that had you yipping. Hands moving to grip his biceps. Squeezing as he pulled back to look at you. A glint of worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine," you spoke. Chest heaving a bit as you tried to calm your body. "You can continue, commander." You murmured, a small smile pulling at both your lips.

He did as told. Moving back to kissing and nipping at your skin. His lips traveling down your stomach. This was it, he was getting to it now, he had to.

"Stand up," you felt your hopes and dreams come crashing to the ground. Stilling as you stared at the other. Hands still placed on his biceps.

"Mesh'la, did you hear me? That's an order." He barked, and you nodded. Sliding off the counter onto your feet. Craning your neck back to look up to your boyfriend. "Take off your pants," you did as told. Hooking your fingers in the waistband of your pants. Dragging them down, then reaching back up for your panties once you were stepped out of the loose sweatpants.

"Ah-ah," he snapped, grabbed your wrists, and dragged you to the table. "Not yet."

You were too caught in the moment to even try and convince him to take you to the bed instead of fucking you on the table. Helping him push you up onto the surface. Legs spreading, which caught his attention once more.

"You're so needy tonight," he huffed. Kneeling in front of you. Mouth mere inches from where you wanted him. "So beautiful." He uttered. Looking up over your stomach to meet your eyes. Finger snapping the waistband. "Be a good girl and grab my hair." He purred out. Smiling as he covered your clothed cunt with his mouth.

You let out a mewl as you lent forward. Fingers tangling with his hair. Which had him moving quicker. His teeth pulled at the fabric while his tongue soaked threw it. Mouthing over it for a while before pulling them off your legs completely. The cool air making your thighs clench. Wolffes hands parting your legs with a raised brow. "Close 'em again and I stop." He spoke, his tone a bit cold. You knew he would, though. He has before and will again.

You just nodded, his mouth moving back to your cunt before you could even get a word out. "Fuck!" You shrilled. Eyes falling shut as his mouth worked its wonders.

He licked a stripe up your folds. A finger sliding in you to stir you up. Working you open with the one, then adding a second. His lips wrapped around your clit. Eyes staring up to watch your face while you tugged on his hair. Attempting to pull him closer than he already was.

He fucked his tongue inside you. His nose deliciously rubbing against your clit while he opened you up like it was nothing. The sound of his mouth on you was absolutely horrendous, but it only fed to both of your guys release.

The hand that wasn't holding your hips down from bucking into his face. Was currently pulling his blacks down to free himself from the restraint of the clothing. Hand clasping around his cock. Stroking himself while he fucked you with his tongue.

It wasn’t long before you felt your stomach clenching. Eyes falling heavy and toes curling up as your grip in his hair only tightened.

"Wol- Sir, oh Maker I'm close." You mewled out. Panting out as he fucked you to your release.

You felt absolutely devine. Your high coming in a crashing wave. Body tensing and compulsing while he continued to eat you until you were pushing him away from over simulation. His mouth and chin drenched with your release. Which made your core heat up again from just the view.

"That was amazing," those seemed to be the words wolffe wanted to hear. The man placing an open mouthed kiss on the inside of your thigh. Before standing in between your legs. Cock in his hand, still strained and hard. He didn't let himself cum. Wanting to cum somewhere on you.

"Where?" He asked. Hand giving himself a few extra strokes, but you reached out to stop his wrists. Chewing on the inside of your cheek a bit nervously. His eyes watching you with a curious, and lost filled gaze.

"Inside me."

Your words threw him back. His eyes widening at just the thought. He never asked to do something like that. Unsure if you would be okay with it even after a year of being with one another.

"Are you sure?" He asked. Positioning himself between your legs with hesitation. "Yes, commander wolffe, love of my life, I've never been more sure." Your statement made him roll his eyes, but he didn't waste any time thrusting inside you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist in a near instant. His hips beginning a slower, then rougher pace.

You could tell he was really close by the way his hips already seemed to stammer, and his eyes fell shut the moment he entered you. The quick movements stretching you out in the most delicious way. Small moans and grunts leaving the both of you. Wolffe leaning forward to bite onto your shoulder, once more. Before he's spilling himself inside you. Feeling the way you squeezed around him and milked him dry. The feeling of the fluid in you and your sensitive walls being pushed over by his length sending you into a second orgasm. Arms and legs wound tightly around you while he practically laid on top of you on the table.

"Best anniversary ever," you mumbled after you found the right words. Though they still made you cringe a bit. Smile appearing on your lips when you heard him snicker above you. Wolffe peeling himself off you, and pulling his limp cock out of you with a grunt. "Yeah, and it's not over."

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