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Spideypool Fic Recs

I've recently been reading a lot of Wade/Peter fics, so I thought I'd share some of my favourites with you! Please remember to check the tags before reading <3

Lobster Biscuit by Scarlet_Ribbons (2.6k)

Peter goes on a terrible, terrible date, cashes in a favor on behalf of Spider-Man, and begs Deadpool to crash it.

Deadpool delivers.

Not One Hundred Percent by HashtagLEH  (7.3k)

After being drugged at a party, Peter is lucid enough to figure out that he needs help. But who does he even know (and trust) enough that he can just pop up on their doorstep at two in the morning?

Meanwhile, Wade would just really like to know who this random college kid is that showed up at his door.

let me explain by jilliancares (8.5k)

Wade scoffs, shaking his head and elbowing Peter in the side. “Sure,” he says, sarcastic. “That’s why your spidey-sense doesn’t see me.”

Peter’s on the verge of laughing, wanting to join Wade in his amusement, but he freezes. His entire body goes still. He finds himself staring at a roof three buildings over, not even looking at anything. Two blocks away, a car alarm finally shuts off.

“I never told you that,” Peter says, the realization startling him.

Or: Peter's starting to realize just how much Wade knows about him.

Bear the Pain (as the Gods Intended) by mustehelmi (9.8k)

Five times Wade is injured and one time Peter is the injured one.

Gravitation by WillowSong (9.9k)

In a universe where Spiderman never exists, young Peter Parker makes an unlikely friend in Deadpool.

A Friendly Neighbourhood Kidnapping by Willow Writes (12k)

Peter is more than a little mad when Wade ghosts him for years, and then when he finally shows his face in New York again, it’s to kidnap Peter Parker. So he decides to have some fun with the situation and see how long it takes for Wade to recognise him.

Wade thinks he has an easy hit ahead of him and is planning on getting back in touch with his favourite Web–Slinger once the job is done. But Peter Parker seems harder to take down than his buyer let on.

what light through yonder window by hellornothing (14k)

The figure moves quickly, but Peter’s faster. He’s still adjusting to the sudden brightness, so dark red is really the only thing he takes from this initial encounter, but it’s enough.

‘Deadpool?’

aka the one where they get together via late night window visits

The 6 Times Peter Wanted To Reveal his Identity (And the 1 Time He Did) by Spongeekat (28k)

"Look, I’m just a Deadpool. I know I’m not Dr. Phil. But I couldn’t just let you make some bad decision and let the world lose one more hot piece of ass. Anyways, I live in the area and saw you standing on the ledge, and I thought I could maybe talk you down. Dying hurts, in case you were wondering. It’s not worth it.” Dying...hurts? Talk him down? Bad decision?

Oh.

“Oh.” Everything suddenly connected and the gears started turning in Peter’s brain. “No, wait, I wasn’t…” He didn’t quite know how to explain he wasn’t there to do that without completely explaining why he was up there in the first place. Any resolve he may have had earlier about revealing his superpowered persona had melted away, his plans going awry within seconds. "

Or Peter is madly in love with Wade, and plans to meet him on top of his apartment building to reveal his identity. Wade thinks Peter is standing on the ledge ready to jump, and takes it upon himself to make sure he gets home safe and finds a reason to live again.

Finite State by Scarlet_Ribbons (34k)

When he's blackmailed by, of all people, a weird work acquaintance who needs Spider-Man gone for obviously illegal purposes, Peter is forced to hang up the suit- at least temporarily -until he can resolve the situation. Unfortunately, things start to get sticky when Deadpool, who Spider-Man's been on-again off-again with (okay, yeah, lowkey messing around with), crashes into Peter's life and demands the photographer help him figure out what's got his favorite webhead so spooked.

Peter's life is really weird.

I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You) by mokuyoubi (42k)

There’s a weird familiarity about the kid's tone and posture, and it’s true that Wade is pretty far from home today but he’s also certain he’d remember that baby-face if he’d seen it before. On the other hand, he has spent the better part of the past few years feeling like he’s missed a step, so this conversation isn’t exactly anything new.[[A hot guy is willingly talking to us. Go with it.]][Don’t make an ass of yourself.]“Shaddup,” Wade grumbles, though Yellow has a point...

OR Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.

Damage by dontcareajot (42k)

Peter Parker finds himself in a sticky situation and who should show up to rescue him but the infamous Deadpool? Now Peter feels indebted to the mercenary... And maybe weirdly charmed by him.

My Boyfriend's a Murder Bot by Fredegund (55k)

Wade Winston Wilson is ugly. His skin's inside out. It ripples and moves every second of every day, at constant war with the cancer. Vanessa put on a brave face for him when she first saw the changes, but it turns out even she can't stomach the sight for long. He's ugly and alone and nothing will ever be good in life again -

If only that were his only problem.

But Weapon X is at it again, under crisp new management, turning orphans into super slaves and bringing out the big guns to make sure nobody interferes this go around (namely one Pool comma Dead). So now, not only is Wade alone and ugly forever, but he's got a bit of a pest problem in the form of a black-clad murder-happy man spider with a collar around his neck and an unhealthy obsession with tying Deadpool up.

So maybe it's not all bad...

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich (72k)

He sighs from where he’s prone, arms akimbo, and roof gravel digging into his spine. “I lost my job. My… other job. The one that actually pays the bills.”

He doesn’t want to dwell on why he’s telling Deadpool of all people. Surely it has nothing to do with his desperate lack of friends. MJ is in California chasing her dreams, Harry’s undergoing treatment for his mental health and isn’t allowed visitors (not that it matters since they blacklisted Peter after last time), and Gwen… Well.

And it’s not like he can talk to Aunt May without her worrying about him starving to death under a bridge or something so… Deadpool it is. Man, when did his life get this pathetic?

OR: The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.

Dissonance by stuckybarnes (121k)

Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did, and please let me know if you have any more Spideypool recs! And, as always, thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing these incredible fics with us <33

#spideypool #deadpool #wade wilson #spider-man #peter parker #peter parker/wade wilson #lina lore #marvel #ao3 #fic recs

[pigeonflavouredcake]

How to organise a grimoire

This is how I've decided to organise my grimoire now that I'm digitising it. I thought this may be of some benefit to other autistic/dyslexic practioners by sharing how my brain likes to formulate things. The trick is to categorise.

I have one large category I'm calling the chapter and every chapter has a number of categories within it and smaller sub categories underneath each one.

So my brain basically works like a russian nesting doll or like a very messy spider diagram. Organising it this way helps me to stay on track and stops me from getting overwhelmed. (I used this method in all my university essays and it helped push my grade up a lot).

I'm not writing it in any specific order but here's a list of what I've completed so far. Please feel free to take any of these. I hope this helps you with your own grimoire writing.

Theory 📚

Terminology

Paganism: historical context. Modern context. Core values.

New Age Spirituality: Development. Capitalism. Modern Example.

Cultural Appropriation: What it is. How it happens. How to avoid it. List of closed practices and red flags.

Wicca: What it is. How it's practiced. Gerald Gardner. Criticisms.

Thelema: Aleister Crowley. Development (egyptomania). Criticisms.

Conspiracy Theories: Development (root cause). Dangers. Examples. List of spiritual conspiracies. List of antisemitic stereotypes and propaganda.

Cults: What are they. How are they dangerous. How to recognise one (B.I.T.E model). List of religious/spiritual cults.

Satanic Panic: Historical development to our current satanic panic. The 1980's moral panic. Christian persecution complex.

KJV: Who was King James. The creation of the KJV. The KJO movement (evangelical and Christian fundamentalism. American Folk magic)

Witches in context: The modern witch. The post-modern witch. Historical context (England. Ancient Greece. Ireland).

Cats in context: Modern context. Familiars. Historical context (Egypt. Greece. China. England).

Transphobia: the idea behind terfism. How to recognise a terf. Examples of Terfism in spirituality (Lister). Dispelling myths and Misinformation.

Queerness: Erasure and queerphobia. Why queer people gravitate to witchcraft/paganism/Wicca. Examples (intersex. Gay relationships. Lesbian relationships. Asexuality).

Practical Basics 🔮

Terminology

Health and Safety: Fire. Smoke. Essential Oils. Toxicity. Wound Care. Biohazards.

How to make a magical space: What they are. Different types. Tools and their uses.

Grimoire/Book of Shadows: What they are. The differences. Different Formats. The Front cover.

Cleansing: What it is. What its used for. Examples.

Grounding: What it is. What its used for. Examples.

Protection: What it is. What its used for. Examples.

Intuition: What it is. What its used for. Developing it. Examples.

Discernment: What it is. What its used for. Steps of discernment (from a Christian perspective. From a secular perspective). Psychosis.

The Year and the holidays: Samhain. Yule. Wassailing. Imbolc. Spring Equinox. Beltaine. Summer Solstice. Lughnasadh. Autumn Equinox. (Historical development. How they're celebrated).

Deity Worship: Scientific Context (Neuroscience of Religiosity). Spiritual Context. Worship Vs working with. Finding a deity. Your religious rights. Critiquing your religious path. For example ↓

Hellenism: Historical context (Wars. Colonisation. Slavery. Citizenship. Pederasty). Modern Context (White washing. Transphobia).

Your Deities (if you choose to have any): Iconography. Mythology. Associations. Offerings.

Spirits: Ghosts. Shadow people. Demons (what they are. fear and labelling. History Vs pop culture). The Warrens (history. Criticisms). Other folklore.

Practical Magic ✨

I have a lot more planned for this section.

Terminology

Divination: What it is. What its used for. List of types and tools. For example ↓

Tarot: Structure of the tarot deck. Historical context. Modern Context. The fool and you.

Basic Astrology: What it is. Historical Context. Signs. Planets. Houses. Reading a natal chart.

Colour Magic: Basic colour theory. Symbolism. Practical application.

Correspondence 🌿

When there's a long list of items and spiritual meanings/applications I keep it in this section at the back of my grimoire.

Colours

Symbols

The Classic Elements

Astrology

Stones

Herbs and Spices (kitchen cupboard specific)

Common plants in your area (invasive and non invasive)

Seasonal fruit and vegetables

Miscellaneous laws and philosophies

#how to organise a grimoire #grimoire organisation #grimoire tips #grimoire #grimoire ideas #grimoire inspo #digital grimoire #autistic witch #dyslexic witch #witchblr #witch #witchcraft #pagan #pagan witch #kitchen witch #paganism #hellenic pagan #hellenic witch #baby witch #baby pagan #practitioner #eclectic witch #cottage witch #witch aesthetic #witch tips #witch help #book of magic

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Hi! Sooo, I was browsing the # of snv/ror x reader and found your blog. - I loved! I was wondering if I could get some headcanons for Gods and Humans w/ a strong personality y/n? Like the idfg y/n, pls. Sorry for my bad english & kisses from Brazil! ^ - ^ [ btw, could you please tag me if you do? My Tumblr aren't showing me notifications those days T v T ]

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Glad you like my blog! Your english is fine! Kisses from P.R. ❤

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POSEIDON who tries his best to not show his frustration, how dare a mere human like you be so casual about him? It takes him a while to understand it's not disrespect it's friendship and you just have a strong personality, tough love if you will.

HADES who sees so many similarities between you two yet so many differences, you're not mean you can be pretty caring. But the way you so casually talk and even slap gods is amusing to him.

ADAMAS who tried to be all angry and grumpy with you but ended up being the biggest puppy. He comes to you when Hades isn't available, he doesn't know what it is but you kinda remind him of his big brother.

ZEUS who pokes fun at you just cause he knows you won't do anything, he doesn't try to "break" your facade and annoys you the same way he does Odin....by making you babysit him and essentially give him scary dog privileges.

APHRODITE who tries to get any reaction out of you, she isn't used to someone looking at her and not at least smiling.

HERMES who pokes you just for fun, he says it's to get a reaction out of you but we all know he does it for the funsies.

HERACLES who rants to you about anything that comes to his mind, he likes your strong personality and how you so casually talk to him, it's a breathe of fresh air.

ARES who started off with seeing you as a disrespecting mortal to then come to the conclusion that you're a glorified babysitter taking care of beings much older then yourself, including him.

LOKI who bugs you on a daily to try and get a reaction out of you, he obviously fails miserably but at least give him points for effort. He hasn't had this much trouble with a mortal since Jack bamboozled him about tea.

THOR who doesn't pay much attention to you, he doesn't mind your "attitude", high chance it's Forseti causing more noise about respect then Thor himself.

ODIN who much like Thor doesn't mind all that much about hoe indifferent you are however, unlike Thor he has limits. His crows are still the ones causing way too much noise about respect and shit, but if he does eventually get bothered by the "disrespect" he'll just get up and leave. He's not a child and can leave places if he feels like it, so shut up you two bird brains.

SHIVA who can and will make you join him and Rudra dance. He also tries to break your facade but that doesn't work. Shiva is pretty chill about most things but is still slightly irked that you have absolutely no reaction to being face to face with a god that uses the earth as his animal crossing island.

BUDDHA who just vibes under a tree with you, you both don't talk and just enjoy being close to each other.

ZERO who is basically your unofficial child, he's the only one who can make you break away from the tough love and "indifference" just by being himself.

BEELZEBUB who tries to keep his distance from you since he's afraid he'll get attached. He doesn't hate you, he just doesn't want to kill his new friend.

SASAKI who's normal cheery and laid-back attitude made you gravitate to him. His grandpa vibes give you more then enough comfort.

QIN who is adamant in making you his friend, no you can't escape him and the power of friendship shall be blasted upon thou.

ADAM who has the same nature and therefore doesn't mind, you're his child and that's that.

TESLA who took your silence as the greenlight to go on a rant about science and his latest inventions, you two have an odd friendship, he rants and you listen.

LU BU who normally wouldn't go out of his way to befriend some, but he hasn't had someone who doesn't run or worship him immediately in a while. Can you fight? Cause he wants to fight you.

RAIDEN who takes his time to stare at you, he yaps your ear off but he's also staring at you without blinking to make sure you don't "make a cute face" without him seeing....apparently it's not fair Thrud can see you crack a smile or giggle.

JACK who would normally stick to himself will try to socialize with you, he ended up enjoying you silent company and is one of the few who managed to get a smile and full sentence out of you.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

[amethystina]

Can I just say I legit dropped my tea cup when I saw the news about a new fic from you!!! I'm so very bumped for it you cannot imagine!!! Please is there something else you can tell us about it? This is better than anything for Easter and birthday and Christmas!

Be careful and don't burn yourself!

And, well, it's a 5+1 from Ga On's POV that spans across the drama with the concept "five times Ga On touched Yo Han without thinking and one time he did it intentionally." It started with me wondering what would happen if Ga On actually had reached out to touch Yo Han when he first showed Ga On the scar on his back, and then it evolved from there.

And by "evolved" I mean that the touches snowball and cause some slight changes to canon events and their developing relationship. Things escalate a bit quicker than the original, I guess you could say?

And then there will be a bonus chapter (or a +2, if you will) just because I realised I wanted to make the story come full circle with Ga On touching Yo Han's back again and that, in turn, devolved into a sex scene. And, like, the downside of me never having written one with this pairing before is that my brain just went "OH SHINY NEW TOY, GOTTA EXPLORE THIS." So the sex scene is getting really long even if that definitely wasn't my intention, because some part of me can't help but want to explore the dynamic and intricate details of these two having sex x'D

I'm really proud of myself for keeping the rest short, though! (She says about a fic that's 13k, unedited, not counting the, so far, 7k long bonus chapter) Like, you wouldn't believe how tricky it is when I'm used to exploring every tiny nuance and, in this one, I couldn't. There simply was no time. So I had to completely skip any discussions about Isaac, Elijah isn't even in it (which I'm sure is illegal), and a lot of the emotional development happens off-screen.

It's a much quicker, contained story told in a different format than my other fics, but will hopefully still be enjoyable? There will be lots of touching and A LOT of tension, if nothing else. Especially since this is during the time when Yo Han and Ga On are still getting to know each other and Yo Han has more of his Abyss tendencies. And Ga On is more bold since he doesn't have quite as much baggage. So closer to Gravitational Pull than Who Holds the Devil.

But yeah. The thought hit me and even if I "should" maybe be writing on Who Holds the Devil instead, I decided to let myself write this because the concept sounded really intriguing and I knew it would be pretty short (for being me). The bonus chapter isn't quite finished yet and I also have to edit all of it so I don't know when I'll be able to post it, though. But hopefully sometime soon?

And I hope you will enjoy it once I do! Thank you so much for sharing your enthusiasm — it's really encouraging. Like, I still can't believe that people are this excited about my writing. I'm very grateful 💜

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Amethystina Writes #Each Touch (Brings Us One Step Closer) #Is what it's called #One step closer to what you ask? #Well #Read and find out ;) #For real though #I go HAM on the Dangerous Yo Han imagery #Because I admit that's a weakness of mine #I just love how dramatic I can be with him #It brings me so much joy #So look forward to that I guess?

[daisynik7]

After Last Night

Part 2 of Dirty Thirty

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: Kishibe’s POV, 2nd person POV, switching POVs, public bathroom sex, slight spit play, masturbation in the car, cum-eating, vaginal sex (cowgirl, doggy), cunnilingus, pet names (baby, princess, beautiful, one use of the word ‘slut’), mention of scat fetish (as a joke, I swear)

Summary: After one night, the world’s best Devil Hunter can’t get a certain princess out of his mind. 

Notes: This man has me in an iron grip. Almost tempted to write a part 3 because I cannot get over him. Chapter title inspired by “After Last Night” by Silk Sonic because these lyrics match perfectly. Please read Part 1 if you haven’t already! Likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated. I hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

Part 1 - Dirty Thirty | ao3 | Part 3 - Primetime

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Kishibe has been in the devil hunting business for more than half his life, no sign of stopping anytime soon. He shamelessly admits that he has a few loose screws rolling in his brain. It’s necessary to be a little crazy in this profession. Considering he’s made it alive this long, he’s certifiably insane. 

This is further solidified by the fact that he is currently at the same shitty bar from last night, sitting at the exact booth while sipping on a whiskey, glancing at the front door every few minutes. Examining each patron who enters, consistently disappointed that none of them is who he’s looking for. He tells himself that he’s desperate for a drink, not for her, but who is he trying to fool? She left his apartment not even 24 hours ago and he’s already missing her, eager to reunite, despite his warnings of not getting attached. He must be out of his goddamn mind to be doing this. 

The thing is: he can’t get her out of his head. The instant she walks out of his apartment, he regrets not asking for her number. Desperate for any fragment of her, he keeps the dress shirt she wore in a separate pile from his other clothes, making sure to get a couple good whiffs before setting it down. Her scent is familiar to him, reminds him of passion, warmth, and desire. 

The idea of never seeing her again doesn’t sit well with him, which is why he’s here after work, hoping to run into her as if it were by chance they reunite. In reality, he’s doing everything he can to manifest it, including revisiting an establishment he typically would never set foot in. It’s a running joke he’s playing on himself. Being bat-shit crazy makes him do silly things as a form of entertainment. It’s hilarious how he’s here at this bar tonight. And then the next night. And then the following nights after. It’s fucking comical, until it isn’t. 

A week and a half into this, he realizes he’s in too deep. He lies in bed, spent from masturbating to the few memories he has of her, dress shirt with her faded scent pressed against his nose. He’s been to that goddamn bar every night, no luck. He’s losing hope, almost tempted to work his magic on the college girls shaking their asses on the dancefloor. For someone like Kishibe, it’s relatively easy to find a woman to fuck. A random someone to satisfy his surprisingly high libido. No strings attached, as it should be.

But he doesn’t want a stranger. He wants her.

He’s totally lost his mind, he’s sure of it. 

A few days later, two weeks since he last saw her, the universe finally works in his favor. 

He’s particularly exhausted tonight, having spent most of the day driving through the city, training the new recruits, and fighting off some devils. He’s convinced that tonight will be another disappointment. However, there’s an imaginary angel on his shoulder urging him to stay. That there’s a chance that tonight will be different.

To his delight, it is. 

She stands at the bar, waiting for her vodka cranberry. Kishibe, who spots her from his booth, smiles to himself. He walks to her, guided by this gravitational pull they have on each other, everyone else fading in the background. 

“Hey there, princess.”

At the sound of his voice, she turns to him, eyes twinkling bright. “Kishibe,” she greets, flashing a luminous smile. There’s an unusual swell in his chest, a flutter in his abdomen. What power does this woman have on the world’s best Devil Hunter? He’s almost convinced she’s a devil herself. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” he offers, moving closer to her so she can hear him over the loud chatter and music. 

She shrugs, still grinning. “I don’t really let strangers buy me drinks.”

He raises a brow at her. “Is that what I am to you? A stranger?”

“I’m not sure what to call you. I’m trying not to get attached. Those are the rules, right?” There’s no malice in her tone. In fact, it feels flirtatious. 

He shifts closer to her, his coat brushing the hem of her skirt, head bowed beside her ear. “It’s okay to break some rules every once in a while, don’t you agree?”

She tips her chin up, gaze meeting his. “Only if we have a really good reason to. Otherwise, I’m a good girl who follows everything she’s told.” She wraps her lips around the straw, sucking the cocktail into her mouth, throat bobbing with each swallow.

Fuck. He stiffens beneath his pants, erection growing more evident just being in her presence. There’s no point in lying to her about his intentions. He’s too grown and too horny to play these games. “I’ve been here every night the past two weeks, hoping to run into you again. What does that say about me?”

Smirking, she answers, “It means that you broke your own rules. You’re in big trouble.” 

His cock twitches, imagining the lewd discipline she’s capable of dealing him. Swallowing hard, he murmurs, “I’ve been bad. Very, very bad.”

Reaching for his tie, she pulls him gently towards her. “I guess it’s my responsibility now to give you your punishment.” 

He grins, remembering the familiar words he said to her during their first conversation together. “You’re a clever one. I might just keep you.” 

“Who says I’m yours to keep?” she teases, tugging at his tie harder this time. His body drifts forward, their faces centimeters apart. He’d take her right here if it weren’t for the whole public indecency law.   

“You’re my pretty plaything, remember?” he says, lips grazing her ear. His hand slides to her waist, thumb slipping under the elastic band of her skirt. He wonders if she wore this especially for him. If she came here thinking about him the same way he did for her.

She shakes her head, breath warm on his cheek, tingling his scar. “Nope. You’re my plaything tonight, Kishibe.” 

Suddenly, she’s leading him to the bathroom, pinkies hooked together, maneuvering past the crowd. Even with this slightest bit of contact, excitement courses through his veins, electrifying every inch of his body. 

They cram into the farthest and biggest stall in the woman’s bathroom, her back against the door as he kisses her. He grips her firmly, grinding his bulge against her, desperate for any type of friction. He breaks away to focus on her neck, sucking at the sensitive spot right below her chin. She lets out a small whimper, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. 

“Use me as your fuck toy, princess. My cock is all yours. All yours,” he whispers, as she continues to work his pants off. Once the belt is loose, she unbuttons and unzips, causing his slacks to pool around his ankles, exposing the boner poking through his briefs. 

“This cock is all mine, huh? You wanted to see me tonight,” she huffs, slipping beneath his underwear, stroking him gently. There’s precum leaking from the tip, aroused since the moment he saw her. 

“I wanted to see you every night since I met you,” he confesses, rocking his hips slightly into her fist. 

“You’re addicted to this pussy, aren’t you?” She uses her free hand to shove his boxers down his legs. He lifts his feet to kick his clothes to the side, now completely naked below the waist. He feels like a fucking pervert, a man half nude in a stall of a public restroom. But he doesn’t care. All he can think about is fucking her. Hearing his name echo off the tile walls as he pounds her wet cunt with his hard cock. Flooding that gorgeous pussy full of his hot load. 

“I’m fucking obsessed with you. Haven’t been able to make it one night without thinking about you and this perfect pussy.” 

“What are you waiting for then? Take my skirt off,” she demands, rubbing her thumb on the slit of his dick, covering the head with his precum. “Fuck me. Make me come on this fat cock.” 

A guttural moan escapes him as he follows her command, stripping her bare from the waist down. She guides him to her arousal, grinding against him. He rubs small circles onto her clit until she whines, her own slick leaking from her entrance. She strokes his cock faster, using the other hand to caress his balls. He curses under his breath, knees buckling from the glorious sensation. “Fuck. You’ll make me come if you keep doing that.”  

“We can’t have that, can we?” A string of saliva drips out of her mouth and lands on his cock, spreading it with her fingers. She repeats this, lubricating his dick with her spit. 

“Fuck,” he reiterates, watching her in awe, about ready to burst. 

Facing the stall door, her palms pressed to the surface, she sticks her ass towards him. “Fuck me, Kishibe. Fuck me hard. Rail me.”

He almost nuts from the pure filth coming out her slutty mouth. Gripping her chin with his fingertips, he turns her to him to give her a sloppy kiss, gliding his cock into the groove of her ass. “Come all over my cock, princess. Want it dripping off when we’re done.” He spreads her cheeks, sliding the tip in slowly, sucking in a breath when she squeezes him tight.

Once his entire length is inside her, he begins to thrust, listening to the wet squelches of skin-to-skin contact. It’s not a normal desire anymore; he fucking needs this. It too fucking good to live without it. 

“Kishibe, oh my god,” she moans, throwing her ass back to him. His nails dig into the flesh of her hips, holding her securely in place to fuck her deeper and deeper until she’s whining with pleasure. The reverb of the music blaring from the dancefloor drowns the erotic harmony of their love making. It doesn’t matter if people can hear them fucking from outside, or if anyone walks in on them. Right now, it’s just the two of them, molded together seamlessly in a moment of passion. 

“Use this cock, baby. Fuck yourself with this cock until you cream all over it,” he growls, reaching around to massage her slippery clit. He salivates, craving for a taste later in the night when he takes her home with him. There’s no fucking way he’s letting her go again. 

“Ah, Kishibe. Baby. I’m…” she trails off, lost on her way to her climax.

“Do it. Come for me. Come for me, baby.”

Her pussy clenches him, gushing all over his cock. Seconds later, he orgasms inside her, eyes shut tight and body trembling from exhilaration. His chest quivers from the erratic thumping of his heart. 

“Ah, feels so fucking good when you fill me up,” she says, standing straight, face towards him to meet his lips. 

“You’re a bad influence on me,” he mutters, tongue swirling around hers, his fingers still caressing her clit gently. He can’t get enough of her. Every opportunity he gets, he needs to feel her.

She chuckles softly. “You started this.”

He pulls out, cum dripping down her inner thighs. He wipes the mess from her legs using toilet paper. When he reaches her pussy, she stops him. “Don’t. I want it inside me the rest of the night.”

Fucking hell. She’s going to be the death of him.

“I’m taking you home right now and I’m going to fuck more of my cum inside you,” he whispers, scattering kisses along her neck, thumb massaging her swollen bud. He seriously can’t get enough. 

She giggles, planting a smooch on his cheek. “Let’s go, then.” 

~~~

As if sex in a public restroom wasn’t enough of a wild card, you find yourself in another predicament inside Kishibe’s car, as he drives carefully through the streets of the city. 

Initially, you thought that fucking at the bar was a good way to get it out of your system. Enough to make it the rest of the ride to his house, where the two of you would ravage each other in the privacy of his apartment.

Being in the car with him, hot and heavy, surrounded by sexual tension, is bound to lead to salacious activity. You can’t help it; when you’re with him, all your inhibitions are let loose. He makes you wild with lust, shamelessly slutty for any part of him. From his languid gaze to his tender touch, every aspect of him sets you ablaze. 

The ride starts off tame, the usual witty banter exchanged between the two of you. He steers with one hand on the wheel. The other rests on the gear shift, grasping it with his fingers. Even the way he drives is sexy. 

“Have you missed me?” he asks, glancing at you quickly before setting his attention back to the road.

“I have. Maybe a little too much.” You let out a small laugh, thumbs twiddling on your lap, embarrassed to admit it.

“Tell me. Tell me how much you missed me.”

It’s an invitation to confess the dirty thoughts you’ve been having of him these past two weeks. For him to know that you feel the same for him as he does for you. After all, he exposed himself earlier, admitting his obsession for you. You owe it to him to be honest, too.

“I’ve thought about you every day since. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind no matter what I did.”

“And what did you do?”

“I kept myself distracted. Went out with friends, worked long hours.” You pause, uncertain if you should share this extra detail, but you decide to anyways. “Touched myself.” 

You avoid looking at him, staring at your lap. From the corner of your eye, you see him smirk. “Show me.” 

“What?”

“Show me how you touch yourself.” He keeps his eyes in front of him, wrist flexing, grip tightening on the wheel. His pinky finger stretches out from the shift to graze the exposed skin right below the hem of your skirt.

You swallow hard, nervous to be put on the spot like this. It’s not as if this is any more risqué than what you’ve done before. The two of you just fucked in public, but for some reason, this request catches you off guard. 

He senses your hesitation, prompting him to say, “I’m sorry. Forget what I said. We’re almost home, let’s just – ”

“I’ll do it,” you interrupt him. Still avoiding him, you lift your hips and reach between your legs, sliding your panties off. A minute later, your thighs are spread wide, skirt hiked above your waist, toying with your clit, sticky with his creampie from earlier. You don’t hold back your moans, windows fogging up from your hot breath, whimpering his name. 

“Fuck,” he swears. “Fuck.” Both hands are clenched on the wheel now, knuckles pale from his tight grip, resisting every urge to pull over and fuck you once more. “Get it real fucking wet for me,” he groans. “Going to bury my face in it as soon as we’re home, dive in and fucking drown in it. ”

You reach your shiny fingers out to him, eyes hazy with lust. “Taste it, Kishibe.”

He grins, grabbing you by the wrist and sticking it in his mouth, sucking hard to swallow your cum clean off. You yank your hand out with loud pop, sliding your fingers in your arousal again. 

“More,” he demands, eyes darting towards your sopping cunt hungrily. “Give me more.”

You feed him your sticky mess, him delighting in your essence like a person savoring a treat. It’s depraved. Wicked. Straight up nasty. But the two of you indulge in it shamelessly, pushing boundaries further and further to see how far you can go. Unknown territory, exploring each other’s deepest desires without judgement. 

It's a match made in heaven. Or in this case, probably hell.

He pulls into his designated spot outside the familiar apartment complex, car in park, seatbelt removed hastily, finally able to face you. His lips collide onto yours in a sloppy kiss, full of tongue, spit, and staggered breaths. You hear the click of your seatbelt being disengaged, then feel him between your thighs, massaging your swollen bud with his thumb. 

“Kishibe, please,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes from the stimulation. You’ve never felt this aroused before, this needy. “Please, baby. I want you.”

“You have me, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere.”

Moments later, you’re both naked on the bed, you at the edge, your legs splayed, him holding your knees, keeping you exposed. Kneeling on the carpet, he takes his time running his tongue all over your pussy, not wasting a single drop of your glossy cum.

“You want my cock?” he muffles through his slobber. He slips his middle and ring finger into your entrance, curling into your sweet spot. “Or you want to come on my fingers first like a slut?”

Moaning, you nod your head, incapable of verbalizing an answer. He chuckles against your skin, thrusting faster into your cunt, squeezing your bud between his lips. Keen on making you squirm and writhe in pleasure. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve orgasmed tonight, mind blissfully fuzzy, body pleasantly spent. Still, your sex drive is at full speed, not slowing down for a second to be intimate with him. Despite all that’s been said and done tonight, his warning from two weeks ago replays in your mind. A young woman like yourself shouldn’t get attached to me. My life is expendable.

Is he going to let you walk away again tomorrow morning? 

Once you orgasm, he scoots up the bed, you beckoning him to lay next to you. You cuddle, swapping chaste kisses, enjoying each other’s warmth. Soon after, he rolls you on top of him, delivering a playful squeeze on your ass cheek. “Can you fuck me now, princess? Let me be your plaything this time.”

His willingness to submit to you is surprising and fucking sexy. You give him a wet smooch, tracing his scar with your smile. “Think you deserve it?”

“I’ve been tormented enough tonight, so yes.”

“Then beg for it.”

His chest vibrates from a disapproving hum. “You’re mean when you’re on top.”

“You know you like it,” you respond, a devilish smirk on your face. “Beg for it, Kishibe.”

He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat in anticipation. “Please,” he murmurs, barely audible.

“Is that all you got? You’ve got to do better than that.” You tease him, rubbing your sleek folds along his shaft. 

Through gritted teeth, he draws a breath, sensitive from the contact. “Please, baby. I’m so fucking hard for you. My cock is aching. I want to fucking nut inside your pussy. Please.”  

Giggling, you suck on his bottom lip, positioning his tip at your entrance, sinking slowly. He grunts when he’s all the way in, head thrown back on the pillow in relief. “You’re a goddamn dream, you know that?”

There he goes again, his precious words releasing butterflies in your stomach, the fluttering fueling your desires. Nuzzling your nose to his, you whisper, “You shouldn’t say things like that so casually.” You rock your hips onto his lap, the tip of his dick stimulating your G-spot deliciously with each leisure thrust. 

One hand slides up your body, cupping your face. “Why not? You don’t like it?”

“I do. That’s the problem.” You lean into his hold, rubbing your cheeks on his calloused palm. Despite the roughness of his skin, his touch is tender, the brush of his thumb delicate along the outline of your lips. He studies you with intense focus, as if he’s using this moment to memorize the image of you. Like it’ll be snatched in a flash. It makes you anxious. Will he echo the same warning as last time? Is this a ruse to get you into bed once more before truly ending it for good? There’s still that lingering doubt in your head.

He readjusts his position, planting his feet on the bed, legs bent at the knee. His arms wrap you in a secure embrace, voice low in your ear. “I’m a man of my word, remember? I mean everything I say.” He keeps you steady, halting your movements to take over himself, fucking you slow and deep. It’s careful. Intimate. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he continues, cradling you snug against his chest. “You’re safe with me.”

With his commitment uttered in your ear, his strong body enveloping you in reassurance and stability, your doubts fade. In this moment, no matter how fleeting it may be, you trust Kishibe. You’re safe with him. You don’t want this to end.

~~~

There’s no urgency tonight. The two of them move together gracefully, pausing every so often to share a passionate kiss, lace their fingers, or gaze into each other’s eyes. Kishibe chants her name melodically, guiding her hips in rhythm with his measured ruts. He never loses sight of her, watching every reaction, from the smooth moans rolling off her tongue to the subtle tears glistening in her eyes, immersed in the pleasure. He makes love to her cautiously, no longer hasty for a quick release, instead yearning to remain like this until the universe dictates their parting, which he wishes is never.

After the mistake of getting attached in his past, he vowed to be alone for the remainder of his life. He had no issues with this fate. Drifting from bar to bar, woman to woman, devil to devil, he was absolutely fine with it. In fact, he enjoyed it. There were no commitments, no pressure, and most importantly, no heartbreak. As cuckoo and fucked up in the head this business has made him, he unfortunately still has a heart. And a vulnerable one at that. 

That’s the true bane of a Devil Hunter: Love. It’s a distraction, it ruins lives. It takes a crazy Devil Hunter and turns them into a crazy, vengeful Devil Hunter, which is almost always worst. He’s learned to avoid it at all costs. Any inkling of personal joy he felt, he suppressed by drinking booze and reminding himself of his colleagues’ dead bodies he privately mourned month after month, year after year. Love is not worth the collateral damage it’s burdened with. It’s too much to bear on top of everything else. 

This is the first time in years that Kishibe strays from the beliefs that he indoctrinated in himself so ardently. All because of this woman who popped into his life out of nowhere, a princess set on winning his heart. He almost thinks it’s a prank, or an elaborate plot to kill him. But no. Being in this industry for so long has sharpened his radar. She isn’t an enemy or a fiend; she’s human, down to the core. And whatever it is that’s brewing between them is authentic, sincere. It’s real.

He’s become so unfamiliar with the sensation that with this tiny spark, he feels the scorching burn of it kindling the cold barrier he’s surrounded by. The heat is tantalizing enough to let his guard down, too alluring to ignore. It’s a deviation from the mundane routine he’s followed through the years, but maybe he owes it to himself to explore it, for curiosity’s sake. 

The orgasm that has been building since his release earlier is imminent as he picks up the pace. She’s climaxes twice in this position, her slick smeared on his pelvis, moans reduced to quiet whines, body pliant in his arms. “Are you okay? I can stop if you want me to.”

She lets out a weak laugh. “I’m more than okay. And you better not stop.” With the strength she can muster, she takes control again, thrusting her ass back onto his cock. “You said you’d fuck more of your cum inside me. You’re a man of your word, remember?”

He is constantly in awe of her. Dazzled, captivated, completely smitten. “Fuck, you’re amazing. Keep fucking me, baby. Just like that, don’t stop. Make a fucking mess.”

She kisses him, licking and nipping at his lips while she continues to milk his cock for all he’s worth, eager to fulfill that promise. Seconds later, he orgasms, the high so intense, he loses himself for a moment. A bright light blinds him, convincing him for a split second that he has ascended into heaven. Death by sex, not a bad way to go. He much prefers this than being killed by a devil. Back to reality, he’s relieved to be in her arms, still in his own personal paradise. 

There’s a flow of cum sticky between them as they lay with each other, steadying their breaths. When she attempts to get up to grab the wipes in the bedside drawer, he stops her, binding her close into a hug. “Not yet. Let’s stay like this for a bit.” He presses his lips to her temple, eyes shut, body sinking into the mattress while hers sinks into his. 

Giggling, she responds, “I didn’t expect you to be the lovey-dovey type. I like it.”

“Oh, so now you like me?” he teases, twirling a loose strand of her hair around his finger. “Didn’t you tell me last time that you didn’t?”

“That was then. This is now,” she replies, chin resting on her knuckles, palms laid flat on his chest. Peering at him with innocent eyes that put a flutter below his abdomen. “You’re a hypocrite too, y’know.”

Smirking, he plays along. “Am I?”

“Yeah, you told me we can’t do this again, yet here we are.”

“You’re right, I did say that.”

“So, you’re full of shit.”

Chuckling, he responds, “I am. I’m a man of his word who’s also full of shit. Ironic, isn’t it?”

She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she turns to avoid his gaze, staring at the vanity on one side of the bedroom. After a minute of silence, she finally speaks. “How do I know that what you’re saying is true, then?” This time, she’s not pretending. She’s setting up her defenses, protecting herself. Guarding her heart. 

He strokes the nape of her neck delicately, surprised by the goosebumps prickling her bare skin. “You don’t have to believe me right away; I don’t expect you to. But I meant everything I said tonight. I have no intentions of hurting you.”

“You’re not going to make me do the walk of shame again in the morning?” 

“No. And I’m sorry I made you do that in the first place.”

Again, she doesn’t respond immediately, still looking at the vanity. Suddenly, she stretches her arm out, pointing at a distinct corner of the frame. Her voice is softer, less cautious. “You kept that?”

He looks to what she’s referring to: the infamous Dirty 30! sash and sparkly tiara hanging on the corner of the vanity, adding a splash of décor to his otherwise bleak bedroom. Clearing his throat nervously, he answers, “Yeah, I did.”  

Excited she lifts her head to face him, beaming. “Kishibe.”

“What…?” It’s his turn to avoid her, moving his head to the other side, blushing.

“Kishibe.” She cups his cheeks, hot with embarrassment, forcing his gaze towards her. “Baby.” She scoots up so that her lips are centimeters from his, smirking as she nuzzles his face. “The last time I was here, there was nothing in your room besides work stuff. But you kept my little sash and crown.” With a smooch, she continues to smile at him. “It’s really sweet. You’re really sweet, Kishibe.”

“It’s not often that I’m called that.”

“Well, you are.” With another quick peck on the lips, she warns, “You better not break my heart.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He slides his hand over hers, still curved around his cheek, nestling into her touch, absolutely certain in this commitment to her. 

“I mean it.”

“I know you do, princess,” he says, hugging her tight. “I do, too.”

“If you do, I’m going to tell everyone you have a micro-penis. And a scat fetish.”

He chuckles, his lips grazing her forehead. “That’s fair. Although, I give you permission to do something even worse if that ever happens.”

“I hope it never has to come to that.”

“Me too.”

He won’t pretend that he’s not scared shitless. There’s that lingering fear that what he’s doing is a big mistake, that it will ruin everything he’s built for himself. As an extremely calculated, methodical Devil Hunter, he has to have this mentality to stay alive. But Kishibe, the man outside of the Devil Hunter, has always been spontaneous. Itching for adrenaline every chance he can get, the one that gets his heart pounding, his blood pumping, his cock twitching. He finds that in her. 

Every day, he’s surrounded by death and suffering. Being with her reminds him of a world outside of that, full of life and pleasure. It’s refreshing how effortlessly they exchange quips, their conversations flowing smoothly. He likes that she hasn’t made any jokes about their age gap or about how much older he is than her. It makes him feel like they’re on the same wavelength, which he appreciates more than he can explain. There’s an aura about her that draws him in, inescapable and spellbinding, impossible to ignore. 

All this time, he thought he’d only live long enough to die in the face of a devil. Now, it’s as if sunlight shines through the clouds, casting a new, hopeful outlook. Maybe he won’t be killed. Maybe he can live a normal life after all. And maybe she’s the one who can help him achieve it. 

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End Notes: What do we think? Part 3? 😜

#kishibe #kishibe csm #chainsaw man #kishibe smut #kishibe x reader #kishibe x you #kishibe x y/n #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #csm kishibe #kishibe brainrot #chainsaw man kishibe #dirty thirty #after last night #daisynik

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Hello ✨ requesting a how knives would react to reader showing him interest and affection 🤍 based on the manga, he’s always wanted a deep connection with humans as a kid so does this make him feel any specific kind of way ? This precious plant baby is hard headed im sure 🥺

knives + a whole new feeling

word count; 610

warnings; awkwardness, but overall adorable dorkiness

note; tysm for requesting!! i'm currently reading the manga and all of the characters are growing on me, especially knives! he really does seem like he's just super misguided n just wants to do the right thing in his mind. still getting a feel for writing knives so please feel free to critique <3

cross-posted to ao3

you were tentative to approach knives lately and he had picked up on this. usually you were always trying to get his attention, to spend time with him even when he pushed you away. at first, he kept pushing the feeling of worry away and told himself that it was nothing.

as one quiet day turned into a week, knives found himself growing more worried about you and pondered what could've caused this sudden change in behavior.

have i been too mean to them? did i say the wrong thing?

he would try to cut the thoughts before they got too out of hand, reminding himself of who he was and what he should be focusing on: the plants. however, it was almost impossible not to notice how lonely it got without you constantly around.

maybe that's why he found himself gravitating towards your room and maybe that's why he was staring at the closed door, fist frozen inches from it.

is this a good idea? he faltered for a second, then regained his posture. it won't hurt to ask them what's been going on. humans love talking about their feelings. just a few minutes and then back to normal. right? yeah, great, so just kno-

knives almost screamed when you opened your door suddenly, stumbling backwards. you jumped at the unexpected presence, covering your heart with your hand as you let out a shaky sigh.

"jeez, you really scared me," you managed and knives gulped, a sudden nervousness washing over him. "is there something you needed?"

fidgeting with the long sleeves of his cloak, knives couldn't seem to shake this odd feeling no matter how he tried. you raised an eyebrow and looked up and down the hallway before stepping back into your room, offering the haven of privacy to him as well.

"thank you," he murmured as he slipped by you into your room, watching you as you closed the door and took a seat on the edge of your bed.

"c'mon, sit." you patted the spot next to you, to which he obliged silently. "now, what's bothering you?"

knives cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze as he spoke, "well, i haven't really. . .seen you around and i, um, have been wondering what you've been up to."

you snorted into your hand but as soon as knives turned to furrow his brow at you, you burst into laughter. he stared at you as you fell back onto the bed, gasping for air.

"i'm sorry? what's so funny, (name)?" knives peered down at you and you wiped your eyes, regaining your composure. "did i say something?"

"no, no," you assured, "i'm just laughing at myself. i thought i was annoying you, knives, with all my affectionate advances so i decided to take a step back."

"affectionate? you -"

he stopped short, all the pieces in his brain clicking into place. the little gifts you've been bringing, the times you'd stick around late to listen to his rambling, the way you would go out of your way to spend time with him?

"oh my god, why didn't you say something sooner?" an embarrassed warmth spread over his cheeks rapidly and you sat up, poking him in the face.

"because i wasn't sure you felt that way about me," you admitted, pinching his reddened cheek playfully. "so, now that it's out in the open, is everything okay?"

"i'd like you to keep doing the affectionate stuff," he admitted meekly. "it makes me feel. . .warm inside. wanted. a feeling i didn't know existed. please, continue?"

"gladly," you responded quietly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "expect more than what i've done before, okay?"

#knives millions #millions knives x reader #trigun knives #millions knives #trigun stampede #trigun #x reader

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Maybe I'm Amazed

Summary: Finding your soulmate, Austin Butler, has forever changed everything for both of you. Priorities, desires, focuses…navigating this world shift with an inescapable gravitational pull between the pair of you leads to some desperate measures.

Sequel to More Than Words.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Gender Neutral – Soulmate AU

Warnings: Language, Discussion of The Power of the Universe, Reader With A Disability, Vanity Fair 2023 Hollywood Issue Photo Shoot, Mature/Explicit Themes [Manual stimulation m/f receiving, Oral stimulation m/f receiving] – 18+ Only.

Credit: @karamelcoveredolicity [it would not let me pull it up the usual way, Jo, I am so sorry]

Author’s Note: First off, special dedication (and all the blame) to the @elvisabutler and the folks at Vanity Fair for the brain rot the photos and videos that dropped today brought over me. I was possessed and had to get this out of my head ASAP!

Full disclosure I am a non-disabled person and part of this is written from the point-of-view of a person with a disability. I do not share this life experience but have done my best to use neutral terms and to portray a human being who struggles with a negative inner voice – something I think is common across the spectrum of humanity. Please do not hesitate to reach out to me if you find any aspect concerning, I am happy to adjust as needed. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 2788

Song Suggestion: Maybe I’m Amazed – Paul McCartney

A series of knocks and your cousin’s voice calling your name through the door pulls your attention from the man before you and you frown softly, holding up a finger to beg for a moment.

Austin presses a soft kiss to your temple before easily reaching to unlock and open the door to reveal not only your concerned cousin, but a curious Baz Luhrmann and his frantic looking assistant.

“There you are! Are you ok?!”

“Aus, hey. Everything ok?”

“Mr. Butler, we have a new toast prepared and everyone is waiting.”

A wall of speech floods the previously intimate space, and you somehow feel naked in front of the three of them. Austin’s voice wraps around you comfortingly as he speaks again, and you look up to him softly.

“I have to do this, and you really need new clothes. Are you free tomorrow? I have some things but would you like to come and then we can take care of my arm?” He murmurs quietly and you nod enthusiastically. “But before I lose you again, I need your number.” He insists firmly.

Aware of the assistant’s petulant huff, and your cousin’s curious glances, you pull out your phone and quickly exchange info with him. You wish you could stop staring at him as though he was personally responsible for the sun rising every morning and setting every night, but the awe his presence instilled within you was overwhelming. He glanced at you as the assistant tried to spur him towards his waiting duty and his face softened immediately.

Turning his back on the entire room, shielding you from them as much as possible, he cradled your face and planted a chaste but warm kiss on your lips in parting.

“I will see you tomorrow, ok?”

You nodded softly, pressing your humming lips together, watching him as he followed Baz and his assistant. After one particularly vicious yank on your arm you finally turned to look at your cousin. After one glance at you, their eyes widened, and a crow of triumph erupted from deep inside them.

“I TOLD you it would happen. Oh my god, come on we have to get you ready for tomorrow.”

It was something so sweet, so new, that you wanted to hold it close and take it to your room to sit with it quietly for a while. To savour it all yourself. To enjoy the fact that he had texted you three times since you had left the party. But the moment you walked into the house, your cousin had dramatically made the announcement like some sort of town crier and you had barely been permitted time to shower and change before spending the rest of the evening fielding questions and being treated to a run down of every scrap of information the cousins found about him online.

When, at last, one of the more rational and senior family members convinced everyone to let you go to bed, you curled up with your phone to read over his messages again, replying to the latest one,  confirming the address where he could pick you up at ten the next morning. You were too excited to sleep deeply, constantly replaying every second you had shared together thus far, or speculating on what your day would be like together…your future…Every time you remembered that he had not run in fear at your inability to speak, your heart swelled a little more until you were worried it might burst and your cause of death would be listed as an absurd level of joy.

While grateful for the collective wardrobe and advice the next morning, you could not make it out of the house fast enough. You were fairly aching to be back with Austin…just Austin…He’d been in your physical presence for a sum total of twenty minutes and had somehow become a basic biological need. The vision of him leaning against the waiting town car at the curb outside your relatives’ house eased that pressure somewhat, but it was not until he pulled you into his embrace and pressed his plush lips to yours that you felt at peace once more.

“Mornin’” He murmured softly against your lips, and you mouthed the word in kind, shivering at the feel of your tender flesh sliding against his. “Missed you…” He sighed and pressed his lips to yours again firmly, pulling you flush against him.

This time, in the absence of champagne-soaked clothing, you allowed him to mould the form of your body against the lean planes of his, shuddering as the heat of him soaked through the fabric of your outfit. The distance whoops of your family members, muffled behind the glass of the living room window, yanked you back into reality and you pulled back to bow your head sheepishly.

You could feel him stretch up an arm, the ripple of his muscles as he waved a greeting to the people collected there, and looked up to see his lip secured beneath his teeth. His cheeks were also notably pink.

“We should go.” He chuckled ruefully and opened the door, gesturing for you to slide in first.

After the pair of you were safely seated, the driver pulled out, and headed towards Austin’s previously scheduled obligation.

“So I have an interview and photo shoot for…well I think they’re saying six hours but it might be longer. I’m sorry if you find it boring but I just wanted to be with you…” He looked at you guiltily, but a gentle smile stretched across his lips as you took his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

– Me too – You replied via your screen reader app, and he pressed his lips to your temple softly.

“Then I found a great tattoo artist who can fit me in this evening.” He shrugged when you looked up at him startled. “I didn’t want to wait any longer than I had to…I…It’s really, really important and I...”

You cut off the rest of his rambling excuses with a kiss, sighing warmly against his mouth as his palms framed your face, his fingers cupped the sides of your head. There was a infectious and dangerous electricity between you, one that had you tilting your head to slot your mouth tighter to his, had him parting his lips to lick at the seam of yours, had your tongues eagerly sliding along one another. It threatened to consume the pair of you, tempted you to spend the entire day exploring your own personal gift from the universe.

Unfortunately, calling in ‘found-my-soulmate’ was not an option. The car pulled up to Milk Studio and the door opened on Austin’s side with a rush of air that reminded the pair of you that you were in public. You licked at your kiss-swollen lips as you followed him inside one of the large buildings where there were racks of clothes and hundreds of pairs of shoes. Armed guards stood around trays of expensive, glittering jewellery, and celebrities mingled and greeted one another.

If not for Austin’s hand warmly cradling yours, you would have turned tail and run, so out of place you felt. Sensing your hesitancy, he slid his arm around your waist, nestling you against his side as he introduced you proudly as his soulmate, encouraging you to dig out your phone and participate in the conversation. The remarkable, recognizable individuals were warm and kind, but the situation was nevertheless overwhelming. Once Austin was snagged by a stylist, he was sure to find you a chair nearby, and you could not help but watch in fascination as they transformed his already handsome features into something a little more dangerous…more striking…

Eyeliner, hair gel, subtle things that combined with the wardrobe to make the room feel remarkably warmer. They dressed him for the group shot first, in a completely see-through, sheer shirt with a jacket draped over his shoulders. You watched from behind the camera as they placed him behind the cocktail table, to be in the centre of the shot once the rest of the individual portraits were collected and digitally overlaid. An auspicious placement, you vaguely noted above the buzzing in your brain as it short circuited at the image he presented…no, commanded…before the camera.

He was an entirely different being, and you were quite convinced that if you had been born with the ability to speak, the part of his lips and look in his eyes would have robbed that from you. Chewing your lips raw, you did your best to disappear in the crowd behind the camera. Taking deep breaths, you could feel your nostrils flaring like a race horse as you tried your level best to slow your racing heart. As his blue eyes pinned you in place with a heated gaze, you were immediately aware of your failure to not draw attention to yourself, but you were also certain your heart had stopped beating…so at least it was no longer racing?

You swallowed raggedly, licking at your raw lips and tugging at your fingers nervously as he homed in on you, targeted you with those ruthlessly erotic looks as the photographer showered him with praise. And then suddenly it was over. The photographer was thanking him for his hard work and he was smiling brightly, in his usual boyish way, and the tension in the room evaporated. The tension deep within you however…

“Did you find that interesting?” Austin purred into your ear, making you jump as his hand came to rest against your lower back.

You nodded quickly, looking down to avoid his gaze.

“Well we’re just getting started, come along…” He chuckled lowly and guided you back to wardrobe where they changed him into a white wifebeater, pleather overcoat, and a set of new necklaces.

You watched raptly as the hairstylist ran her fingers through his slicked-back hair to loosen his curls, chewing the inside of your cheek at the bitter taste of jealousy as you wanted nothing more than to anchor your fingers there while you devoured his mouth…You shook your head violently to clear it as he called your name, standing with a hand offered to you.

Quickly taking it, you followed him through the interconnected hallway into another, smaller studio.

“You doing ok?” He asked softly when you had a spare moment and you nodded with a bright smile.

He glanced around, seeing everyone was occupied with setting up the next shot before he stole a quick kiss. Somewhat stunned, you stumbled out of the way of the crew as they set up. They took a few shots of him in the hall before setting him up at a small booth. After a lighting reset, there were more sultry looks, and the jacket was opened…the sleeves pushed up…

Your own sleeves were pushed up as you were feel increasingly warm, taking gulps of air as you felt caught in the crosshairs of whatever arousing weapon he was wielding. And then they brought out the napkins. They set the table with a vase of real roses, and he began to fold the pink crinkly paper into a rose. You gaped in wonder as it seemed impossible at first, but he confidently talked his way through it and the end result was fairly impressive.

“And then you can just, you hide it. And then like, come here.” He slid the folded paper rose between his legs beneath the table top and beckoned at you with the fingers of his left hand. “Like actually come here. Come here. Talkin’ to you.” He pointed at you and your eyes shot wide. “Come here.” You shook your head violently, so violently that the sharp edges of the room blurred a little, and you held out the palm of your hand in silent refusal. He chuckled under his breath and pointed to the cameraman beside you. “You wanna come?”

Damn him. Damn this man with long elegant fingers that could make such a fragile medium into something so beautiful, who could narrate the steps in that baritone with choice words like “come” and phrases like “get in there”. And yet his hands were shaking. And yet he was insufferably adorable and sweet. An intolerable juxtaposition put upon this earth just to torture you.

They had him made two more roses, by which point you were endlessly fidgeting in your seat, beyond convinced that your underwear was beyond saving.

“We’re a little behind schedule, Mr. Butler, but Katy Rich should be in to do the interview in the next twenty minutes. We appreciate your patience.”

“No not at all, thank you all.” He smiled graciously before beckoning you over once again.

A glance around convinced you that the cameras were, if not in the process of, packed up, and you walked over to sit next to him in the leather booth.

“You…You have been enjoying yourself haven’t you…” He whispered against your ear and you tensed at the feel of his facial hair against your sensitive skin and the truth of his words.

One arm snaked around your waist, trapping you firmly against his side, as his free hand came to rest on your thigh. Quietly, he watched the crew collect their things and empty from the studio before he lunged into action and pulled you into the washroom at the back of the space. He grasped your hips, lifting you to sit on the stone slab countertop before reaching back to lock the door.

“Very, very soon I am going to explore and indulge myself in every inch of your skin. But for right now, I am going to solve the crisis that I have created between your thighs. Sorry about that.” He pouted penitently and you narrowed your eyes in response.

“You don’t believe me?” He pressed a hand to his chest, feigning a wound and you glanced at your watch pointedly before hauling him down for a hungry kiss.

He had made promises, and his use of the word ‘crisis’ had not been terribly far from the truth of the situation. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him tightly to your body to rut against him needily, earning a soft groan from him.

His tongue thrust past your lips hungrily, slick muscle stroking along yours as his hips rocked against the source of your pleasure, making you buck needily. He pulled back from your lips, chest heaving as he looked down at you heatedly.

“Do you want this?” He asked huskily, pupils dilating visibly as you nodded breathlessly. His tongue ran along his teeth as his hands busied themselves with exposing your lower half, cupping you through your underwear. “Fuck…” He breathed, pressing his face to your neck as he felt your arousal. “You hid the extent of this well…we still need to work on your poker face though…” He hissed as you grabbed two handfuls of his ass, unable to tease him verbally so you settled for the next best thing.

Stripping your underwear, he quickly set it aside before those dextrous fingers turned their talents to the pliant source of your pleasure, making you inhale viciously and buck sharply into his touch. Austin pulled back, eyes ricocheting across your features, ravenously drinking in the way your face contorted in pleasure as your head fell back against the mirror.

“Holy shit…” He breathed. “I need to taste you right now…” He finished with a growl, suddenly dropping to his knees in pants that you were certain cost thousands of dollars.

The thought of hauling him up off the floor was swept away by the feel of his lips and tongue, surrounded by a halo of rasping facial hair, on the source of your pleasure. You writhed helplessly as his hands pinned your hips to the cold stone of the countertop as he sucked and licked and nipped, a pleasure elevated by the shimmering flames of your celestial bond. You kicked out into the air behind his shoulder, wrung your hands through his already tousled curls, and arched your back violently as your body happily gave him the satisfaction of your first climax at his behest.

You were left a quivering, damp, breathless mess – stripped of all sense and logic. You reached out to him helplessly, sighing deeply as he quickly gathered you close into a warm embrace, tears flooding your eyes. The gentle press of his lips to your cheeks alerted you to the fact that they were stealing down your face and your lips twitched into an affectionate smile at his tenderness.

“I’ve got you…” He murmured softly and while you kissed him firmly in gratitude, you were already plotting how you would get him back.

>>> return to masterlist

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x gn!reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler smut #soulmate au #gender neutral insert #blurredcolour

[peach-and-bugs]

Prompt based on the Lottie nsfw list...lottie finding out their partner is pregnant and just worshipping the fuck out of them

update: Chapter 1 is up!

imma just write my thought on this for now just bc I love this and wanna giggle and kick my feet over it, but if you want a longer fic like this PLEASE LET ME KNOW! because once I finish more of my requests I would LOVE to write a longer fic or a series of oneshots with this because I personally really enjoy pregnancy fics (a prime example is my series Baby Steps with Madam Satan/Lilith from Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) NSFW headcanons under the cut 💚 (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

But oh my god, she'd be thrilled! I'm assuming this was something you'd planned together and had been working toward, so there and been building excitement for a while now, but to finally have the confirmation would be like a godsend to her. She'd almost immediately start crying and kissing you all over because she just can't contain herself. Her brain would be going a hundred miles an hour as she starts making a mental list of everything she needs to do for you and she'd immediately want you to take off work, whether you work in the compound or do something else.

however, she gets extremely clingy with the news and it could become overbearing very quickly. She wants to do everything for you because you've taken on the job of bringing a new life into the world after all! Why should you need to do anything else? Of course, it's all just from her excitement rather than thinking you're incapable of caring for yourself. She knows that you're capable and that's what she loves about you. But even after a conversation about letting you do things for yourself, expect her to still try and do everything. She's just less instant about it now.

she's reading every parenting and pregnancy book she can find. I mentioned it a tiny bit before, but Lottie seems like more of the type to gravitate to reading for self-education than looking on the internet, because let's face it, she's completely technologically inept. She often ends your evenings cuddled up in bed with you pressed at her side, her fingers lazily tracing circles over your belly as she reads her book with her glasses on. She'll periodically hem and haw out loud over the text and read aloud facts or questions to you to get an active second opinion. The only issue is that she asks these questions when you are half or almost entirely asleep, so meaningful conversation is very trivial by then.

-💚-

Now, if you thought Lot was all over you before, you've got a whole other thing coming, and it only gets more intense the farther along you are. She can't explain it, but something about knowing you're carrying life everywhere you go, but specifically a life that's connected to the both of you, is so beautiful and extraordinary, and she feels this need to thank you for it in any way that she can.

Her drive goes way up when she starts being able to see the symptoms, which you make fun of her for because there's nothing sexy whatsoever about holding your hair back when you're sick. well, nothing sexy about you, because Lottie is just so good at taking care of you. She keeps your hair out of your face, brushing loose bits from your forehead and rubbing your back as she murmured soothing praises. But back to the point-

She loves the changes in your body no matter how you might feel about them because they're all signs that you're doing something so mesmerizing before her eyes. Honestly, at first, she feels bad for getting so aroused by something wouldn't have expected to have an effect on her and eventually, she confides in you on that, concerned that her increasing sexual attraction and drive stems from something negative. You of course assure her that it's completely natural, and while not as common in women, is a completely normal biological response for a partner to have.

With her need to please so high, she's practically begging you to let her eat you out almost nightly. She was always more aroused in the evenings, but this is a whole new level. her hands linger and wander far more than they did before and she almost throws a temper tantrum when you tell her you don't want to have sex. of course, she respects that, no questions asked, but she does pout till you give her something else to occupy her attention. It's quite cute honestly.

When you are in the mood though, she's extra eager to please, if that's even possible at this point. Her hands are always on you (or in you if you prefer). There can't be a moment where she's not touching you. The whole time, while her mouth is free she's murmuring honey-sweet words of praise and admiration, sinking every feeling she possibly can into how she pleases you because in her mind, making sure that you're pleasured to the fullest while carrying her life is the highest thanks she can give.

She's kissing you everywhere, craving the taste of your skin almost constantly. She's fully devout to you like a saint is devout to her god. In her eyes, you are her ultimate god, her muse, and her master all in one, and she will do absolutely anything it takes to be told that she's done a good job and you're pleased with her.

#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡ #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets thoughts #yellowjackets headcanons #lottie matthews #lottie yellowjackets #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews headcanons #mama!lottie YJ

[accio-victuuri]

WHY “ELECTRIC TOUCH” ( taylor swift + fall out boy ) IS A 2018 ERA YIZHAN SONG.

because since the release yesterday, it’s all i’ve been listening to and it is a fact that half my brain capacity is dedicated to all things xz & wyb so this was a natural outcome. there are just some lines here that scream that year to me. that summer. and that small electric touches between them. 💟

there is no new cpn here or anything, i’m doing this for fun and because i have so many feels. lol. i still think there are so many songs that scream them and “daylight” is the best one next to “fearless”. feel free to drop your best yizhan-themed TS song in the replies too.

by 2018 era yizhan, i mean the thought that they “know” each other but that year the first time they spent time together. so the cql shoot and in between.

Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay

Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway

Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight

I’m picturing this as the times they hung out, whether that’s eating or karaoke with their friends, it’s them trying to just be casual and thinking this is nothing more than friendship. my mind is those secret hotpot group dates tho.

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch,

This is them being well aware that falling for each other could be the best and worse thing to happen. The “electric touch” term really just paints a picture to me, of them and their constant need to touch other. Even the playful slaps, is a sign of wanting to get close but trying to hide it as a joke. Those unconscious moments of gravitating towards each other to hold hands too. plus the fact that it’s mostly in private, when they are in public, they won’t even hug. it’s something between them.

I've been left in the rain lost and pining

I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying

'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart

I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone

I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone

Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right

Just one time, just one time

The line in red got me. My mind went to them being alone most of the time especially when they do long shoots like this one. But we all know the story of them going to a different hotel away from the others and well — i’m not going explicit here okay, lol. think more comfortable sleeping next to each other after a long day of work. Being each other’s safe haven. Even if they ( probably ) didn’t have much success or even time to even think about romantic love in the past, this one seems right.

I was thinking just one time (Just one time)

Maybe the stars align (Just one time)

And maybe I call you mine

The use or the “stars” here makes it more yizhan for me cause it’s a symbolism that is popular in the fandom. “i’m in love with a lonely star” / “brightest star in the night sky” / etc. and the examples goes on and on. That summer truly represents hope in love for the two of them. They didn’t expect it at all, going there just to work and hopefully getting along with the people but not this.

( the way he looks at yibo here omg please 😍😍😍)

From that summer and years later, it’s still as strong! ❤️💛💚

-END.

#Spotify #yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Crack/Suggestive🍧🍭

▶️: what you want for christmas - quad city dj's, 69 boyz, & k-nock

“LICK MY BALLS AND I’LL START HOLLIN’ LIKE, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!”

Nahoya basically screamed out as his brother Souya trailed behind him just looking like he wanted to disappear into thin air.

You walked next to your own twin who had a mischievous grin mirroring Smiley’s on her face.

“Oh no…I’m covering my ears now.” You placed both on either side of your head on top of your pink ear muffs.

“LICK THE BOOTY, YOU’LL HAVE ME SQUALLIN’, LIKE LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!” 

Once her mouth closed, you shot her an irritated and embarrassed look.

“You do know that children live in this neighborhood, right?” 

She shrugged with her smile never faltering.

“You know what I always say. Fuck them kids.” 

Not having the mental capacity to uphold this conversation, you gravitate to Souya’s side.

He looked down at you with his typical angry expression plastered across his face, but his cheeks were tinged the slightest bit pink.

“Can we please pretend that we don't know them? Better yet, let’s drop them off at the homeless shelter around the corner. I'm sure the residents there would enjoy two clowns for entertainment.”

You laughed out loud at his suggestion causing the wrinkles in his forehead to visibly relax.

“That's not a bad idea, actually. Though on the other hand, if they get thrown out we'll have a major complaint from the city to deal with.” 

“Yeah, you're probably right about that.” Souya scratched the side of his fluffy blue head.

You and your twin, S/N, had been knowing Nahoya and Souya Kawata for some years now.

After a particularly long, drawn-out meeting of your all-girl biker gang, the two of you decided to grab something to eat one night, thus causing you two to stumble into their restaurant. 

Nahoya was quick to engage the both of you in conversation as both brothers worked on preparing your orders.

When they saw your gang jackets, they began telling you stories of their glory days when they were both known as The Twin Devils.

Ever since then, the four of you had been inseparable.

Which is why you're now all out trekking through a light snowfall in your old neighborhood, singing Christmas carols to inspire some holiday joy.

Well, you don't know what Nahoya and S/N are singing…

“If you two are done sharing a brain cell, we can hit up the next street over.” You said with a shake of your head. Long tresses flipped over your shoulders with the movement.

“Don't be a buzzkill, N/N! We’re just having a bit of fun!” 

“Yeah, N/N! Listen to your sister!” Nahoya chimed in when no one asked.

“Why should I? I'm the older twin and the captain!” You laughed.

The four of you rounded the corner. Every porch was decorated in multicolored Christmas lights with beautifully ornate wreaths attached to the doors.

You and S/N didn’t bring your bikes since Nahoya insisted on driving you all in his brand new, shiny black Cadillac truck which he'd left parked on this street and dared somebody to touch.

“These Christmas carols are for old people. It’s time to make things a bit more interesting.”

“More interesting than what you two were just doing?” Souya complained with a roll of his eyes.

Smiley just ignored him and, with that signature grin of his, pressed play on the radio in the car:

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

You almost screamed when Nahoya hopped up on the roof of the truck and started dancing, scared that he was going to fall.

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Look here Santa Claus, this the deal

On Christmas, you got to keep it real

Imma go to da club on Christmas Eve 

And when I come home I wanna see,

Gifts underneath my Christmas tree

With a big booty girl that you left for me

Stockings on my fireplace

Full of that eggnog alizé

And if it ain’t too much to ask

Can you leave me a lil extra cash?

Cause I ain’t gone lie

All these Christmas lights got my light bill high”

You and Souya just looked on in slight astonishment as Nahoya belted out the lyrics like second nature, while also rolling his hips and popping his dick…

S/N started laughing and dancing on the side of the truck.

“I ain’t got no chocolate chips

To go along with no glass of milk

But I got some chips and dip, baby” 

Kool-Aid to sip, baby”

He had an arm thrown behind his peach-colored head as he dipped his pelvis back and forth.

“Imma leave the club at a quarter ‘til four

And all I wanna see when I hit the door

These twelve things on my Christmas list

And it goes a lil something like this:”

“Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em I guess.” You grinned at Souya who blushed again then shrugged.

You started shaking your tambourine and hitting it against your open palm while Souya started beat-boxing into his hands.

“I want a 12-disc changer

11 filly blunts

10 karat gold

9 Sega tapes

8 gold teeth

7 pairs of jeans

6 pack of beer

He paused dramatically, 

“5 fresh gold chainnnnnns”

Souya snorted hard into his hands, making you giggle.

“4 thirty smokers

3 pack of draws

2 girlfriends

With a Cadillac to put it all in!”

You turned to Souya with a smile, “Hey player, what you gonna get her for Christmas?”

He immediately responded, “Girl, what you gonna get that boy?”

“OH BABY, BABY!” Nahoya screamed out.

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on now!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Ride out now!)

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Say what?!”

S/N jumped in with the next verse:

“Christmas Day, the birth of Christ, no doubt

That’s what it’s all about

Smiley stop the beat for a sec

Show some respect

You all paused before resuming.

“Santa Claus, what’s up with you?”

Tell S/N what you gone do

Cause I want everything I say

When I wake up on Christmas Day

Help me out if you can

Cause I need a real good man

Cute with a whole lot of cash flow

Standing underneath my mistletoe

And it ain’t no ifs, ands, or no buts

Gone and fill my stocking up

With a lot of shoes, a lot of clothes

A lot of cash, a lot of gold

S/N want a lot of stuff

So if you think you got enough

Get ready, cause my Christmas list

Goes a lil something like this:”

“You better be taking notes, Smiley.” You giggled. He just continued grinning while Souya and you squatted down and rode the beat with her.

“I want 12 hundred dollars

11 pairs of shoes

10 fingernails

9 packs of weave

8 male strippers

7 bus passes

6 diamond rings”

She paused just like Smiley had,

“5 months free reeeent!” 

The three of you burst out laughing at her.

“4 bangles

3 pocketbooks

2 earrings

And a man with a lot of money!”

“I’m right here, baby!” Smiley threw his arms in the air.

“Oh baby, come on!” You and Souya started bumping elbows and rolling your hips like Smiley was while S/N twerked against the passenger side door.

Some of the houses’ lights flicked on and a few people even came outside to dance with you all.

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on!

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on now!

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

—-

After your little performance, one of the neighbors offered to fix you all a plate of cookies and some hot cocoa since they were so entertained by your display.

Your sister went along with the twins to help them carry the stuff out while you sat down in Smiley’s truck to catch your breath and put your tambourine away. You would need it for church on Sunday.

You knew it had to be getting extremely late now since the houses started to go dark. Nobody wanted a high ass light bill to pay in January.

The driver side door opened and a weight settled into the seat beside you. As you turned your head, the light over your head had already gone dark again, preventing you from seeing who it was.

When you felt a soft brush of curls against your cheek and the deep smell of men’s cologne you certainly knew  that it wasn’t your sister.

“Hey, took you long enough. Where’s S/N?”

He just chuckled and palmed your chin, bringing it up so he could breathe his warm breath over your glossy lips.

“Don’t worry, my brother is keeping her occupied.”

----

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x black reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x black reader #tokyo revengers x black y/n #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata x black reader #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata x black reader #kawata twins #angry x reader #smiley x reader #i've been wanting to write this SO damn bad #i heard this song while driving home from the grocery store LMAO #sincember #⋰❄︎gotta sin to win❄︎⋱ #happyhornydays #💗💗🍡°my fics #💗💗🍡°tr masterlist #byp 🌹holiday event #byp 🌹2023 events #byp🌹

[bettydice]

zero context WIP tag game

If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

considering myself tagged by @loquaciousquark to boost the ask/tag meme economy

1.

11: 35 a.m. Jin Zixuan drives him home and Jiang Cheng is so full of nervous energy, he reciprocates Jin Zixuan’s small talk. He forgets what they’re talking about while they’re talking about it, it’s so boring. To Jiang Cheng’s horror, Jin Zixuan says “Good talk!”, with a short, grateful nod before he drives away. Did they… has he accidentally bonded?! Is Jin Zixuan now going to gravitate towards him during family-related social events, hoping to have another “good talk”?

Fuck! Wei Wuxian, stop ruining my fucking life!

2.

She rolls her eyes, as he expected her to, about his use of ‘unnecessarily big words’. “The per-pe-traders were… well, anyone. Enemies, friends, lovers. Who hasn’t tried to stab me at some point is the better question.” She grins in a way that usually tells him he’ll be somewhat annoyed by what she says next. “Technically, you also tried to stab me in my sleep. With pointy things.”

“Excuse me, do not lump me in with those vile-“

“I know.” For a moment, her face softens, as though she’s afraid her comment has hurt him. Then she lifts an eyebrow and gives him a slightly feral grin. “Do you really think you’d still be around if I’d actually thought you wanted to kill me back then?”

He stares into her eyes for a few seconds while his fingers trace the scars on her neck once more. “No. No, I don’t.”

____________

#1 is a wip that I'll hopefully pick up again ANY DAY NOW PLEASE #2 is only maybe a wip or maybe just a short drabble I wrote to have quark react to it and that's all it'll ever be

oh it said zero context WELL FUCK YOUR RULES tagging @perahn @nelsynoo @faejilly @theherocomplex @piyo-13 (if you have no actual wips, ignore this meme and tell me about possible fic ideas rotating in your brain, lets keep the tag game train going choo choo)

#betty babbles #betty does memes #is that the tag I used #I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE WHICH IS WHY WE NEED TO BOOST THE ECONOMY

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia,

Behind-the-scenes-fic-ask, number 21 and falling falling stars please ❤️

21. What is something you didn't expect people to notice or gravitate towards in this fic?

Ooooo, okay, actually quite a few things!

So the biggest one is that I just never expected to have Dr Gary be anything more than an extremely minor character that Efnisien mostly reflected on. I never planned to write whole sessions, and the first one was only a section of a chapter rather than a whole chapter, because I thought readers would hate it.

I actually really hate reading a lot of fictional therapy sessions, especially when that's not the focus of the fic. Most fictional therapy sessions read like 'therapist is narrating pop psychology and telling this character everything they want to hear and they're subbing in for a kind parental figure' at best.

There are exceptions to that, but for the most part, I find that boring - it feels like a kind of writing that is not quite lazy, but a bit 'there are other more interesting ways to share this.' Therapists don't feel like real people in those circumstances, with their own motives, thoughts, intentions and drives. They feel like an extended part of the character's brain, or they feel like an empty function.

But Dr Gary was like, was a hit. I was getting a lot of asks about him, a lot of interest about him in the comments, and in the first few chapters, me and my beta actually kind of shipped him and Efnisien together before he met Arden (that's how we ended up with Underline the Black lol).

So yeah, that's the biggest one!!! And that one is a pretty big one. :D

Otherwise, I was also surprised by (but maybe shouldn't have been) how many Kadek/Efnisien shippers there are and Kadek/Efnisien/Arden shippers. I was like...hmm...how can I put this - Kadek has darker brown skin, and in those cases some readers don't really go for that chemistry. He's also 20~ years older than Efnisien, though he doesn't act like it, lol. Like, I personally shipped them even though I wasn't going to write them into the main story, but I was very reserved/aware that people might not want that. Especially with how confrontational and sometimes even mean Kadek can be.

Honestly that was like, probably the nicest surprise. It wasn't that I expected people to be awful, often I try and go in with fairly open expectations, it was more like I was prepared for people to not feel/see what I was feeling/seeing about a character. And I was okay with that, because he's a side character. But we got way, way more scenes with Kadek because of how people responded to him.

This story really couldn't have been what it became without the readers! The best part about not planning a story is I can follow the kind of momentum of readers. I don't believe in caving to fanservicey stuff, but I do believe in 'oh you're open to this? I can give you more of this!' or 'oh you like him!!! Yay!! I do too! Let's experiment with a whole therapy session chapter and see how y'all feel about it.'

:D That's my favourite part of writing, honestly. I actually kind of feel bad for the people who don't read fics as they go like this, and just read it all when it's completed at the end. Because they miss this kind of alive creation of this ongoing story, and they miss being a part of it. And obviously they also miss the agony of waiting for chapters, but as someone who reads WIPs myself, idk there's something very cool about seeing something come to life - especially like, if say early on you are like 'I love this character so much' and then a bunch of other people say it, and then the author is like 'well this character can make the story stronger so good news everyone, I'm putting him in more because you all love him so much.'

That's... like... *chef's kiss*

~

From this meme!

#asks and answers #memey goodness #falling falling stars #dr gary konowalous #kadek setiawan #initially kadek was quite a lazy character for me in that #he was very loosely based on a good friend of mine #and then it was like oh let's... #let's really do this #efnisien would never have gotten that piano as a gift from kadek #if it wasn't for y'all and i appreciate that

[hazele-omega]

random long rant about my Korvax/divergent Korvax headcanons! this is how my brain has decided Korvax work, mostly so that I can write Lucien (and their trauma). mild lore spoilers but no story spoilers - it contains nothing you can't learn before the story (I think). none of this is actually canon afaik, it's just my thoughts on how it all night work. (note: I did not proof read this so please forgive any weird wording or errors)

So a regular convergent Korvax has three 'layers' of memory/function. The bottom layer is their physical shell, where is stored physical sensations or ideas familiar to it. It's a bit like learning and practicing how to do things, or forming habits - it's the holder of those automatic responses when you're used to doing something a lot. The middle layer is the individual mind of the Korvax, or their actual personality core. This governs most of the general conscious functioning and information processing, as well as episodic memories. And finally, the upper layer is the link to the Convergence. Most of the data the Korvax collects is stored in the network, spread out in portions across many other minds. The collective consciousness of the Convergence provides guidance to the individual, creating a kind of 'soft authority' where the Korvax melds to the collective will of the group.

Now let's talk about divergent Korvax. These Korvax lose the upper portion of their memory, causing them to forget or struggle to remember anything that wasn't stored episodically. Convergent Korvax store most things in the upper layer, so this can have consequences for a newly divergent one. The next thing that happens, more slowly and after a while, is the response to a lack of authority. Korvax are built to be together, and when one is alone, they begin to miss the will of the group/being convergent, whether consciously or subconsciously. This causes the subconscious to attempt to create some sort of substitute for the lost authority. This may manifest in a number of ways. The Korvax might pull more from the bottom layer, changing the way these physical sensations impact them, which creates a more hedonistic autonomy as the Korvax becomes about survival and improving themself/ensuring their body does not come to harm. Jointly or alternatively, if the Korvax spends time around organic beings, they may start to take on 'emotions', or copies of them as the subconscious interprets them. This pulls more from the habitual side of the bottom layer, as the Korvax gravitates to/becomes more attached to things that are familiar to them.

Let's elaborate. A Korvax with undeveloped emotions may attempt to imitate others, as stated earlier, in search of some guidance or response. A Korvax does not initially search for pleasure - convergent ones exist in a constant state of neutrality, and it is only once they have lost that that pleasure and pain start to become important to them. Through imitation and observing others' actions and reactions, a divergent Korvax slowly starts to internalise emotions. Fear would be the easiest to understand, and likely one of the first to be experienced. Then would come more complex and conditional emotions, like stress, anger, joy and even love. These emotions, intended to provide a replacement for the subconscious guidance of the Convergence, shift, change and develop, becoming more 'real' in the sense that organic beings would consider them.

So the Korvax becomes 'more human', as we might put it, along with their memory shifting to an episodic format and them requiring sleep, to sort out new information as we do when we sleep and dream. However, an interesting phenomenon can occur in highly developed Korvax, which is where they become emotionally 'bound' to things. This is stranger then it seems - the subconscious, after all, is still searching for authority, and when a Korvax develops an extreme attachment to (usually) a person, like being very close friends or lovers, that person or the idea of the person can begin to fill that authority gap. It is not obvious when this happens, but the Korvax begins to perceive the person as they would have perceived the Convergence, viewing them as holding the same authority. This causes a shift in the way the Korvax's motivations are expressed - the bond originates from emotion, but emotions begin to lessen as the Korvax has less motivational need for them. Depending on the mental strength and experiences of the Korvax, this can create a rather scary shift from affection to obedience - although the Korvax still has access to emotions, they become less and less needed and 'fade out' as the Korvax instead matches their will to that of the person. It takes a very, very long and close relationship for this to happen, and when it does, it can be frightening for the other person. Usually, they did not intend to manipulate or control the Korvax, and it can hurt them and make them feel like a bad person to see the Korvax losing what animated them. You could technically 'snap them out of it' by leaving for a moderate period of time, but it's still scary.

That concludes my random, un-proof-read Korvax speculation! Remember, I am completely normal about them

#no man's sky #korvax #korvax lore #rambles #wow this is long #thinking about Lucien #oc lucien #why

[lyramundana]

since i've been reading a lot of reencarnation isekai webtoons about villains and villainess, i got an idea. tagging @daughter-of-sea-and-wisdom because she’s the brain behind this universe.

what if, instead of the Bridgertons keeping the memories from the past, it's only the spouses (and Portia of course). They remember all they did, those terrible decisions and, finally, their deaths. All of it motivated by an impossible dream or a romantic notion that lead to nowhere.

When they wake up again in their younger selfs, they vow to never make the same mistakes again. They regret everything and wish to start a new, except for the Bridgertons. This time, they'll focus on themselves and survive at any cost. They no longer care about the Bridgertons or whatever those pompous jerks had to offer (specially since some of them were involved in the spouses' demises in the past life). They only want to take this opportunity to make things better and, if they keep indulging in their "unsavory" behaviours, it'll be only because it pleases them and nothing else.

For obvious reasons, they all eventually gravitate towards Portia, who's nothing like in the previous life, but seeing how good of a change it is, they don't bother in looking for an explanation. She's picking them up one by one like pokemos, directly and undirectly, to also save them from their destinies, unknowingly to them. At the feel of her kindness and opportunities she offers each one of them, they all silently decide to stay by Portia's side, and in the way, they find solace in each other as siblings, as family. They grow together, healing from their past traumas and finding joy in this new life in the Featherington residence.

As part of their new plans, they actively avoid the Bridgertons and anything related to them. That family was what lead to their deaths and, while they kinda deserved it, they don't want to tempt fate. No, Bridgertons is sinonym of death and loss for them, so they simply let them be with their respective love interests, to live the happy fairytale they tried to ruin previously, and forget they exist.

But of course, such drastic changes can only go overlooked for so long. And considering the prominience of some of their "unsavoury" bussiness they have going on, the attention is prone to fall on them. They can't avoid the ton forever, as they have duties to attend, and, while they want to keep low-profiles, they're all flashy and mysterious individuals, with their good traits enchanced now thanks to their change of heart. They're bound to catch people's attention, specially those people that aren't used to challenge and crave more of it....

(I got inspired by Divorcing my Tyrant Husband and Isn't Being a Wicked Woman Better? webtoons, my favourite ones recently)

#feel free to add more unto it #maybe about how the reincarncated spouses meet the Bridgertons each time #whatever you want

[apsupmix]

Thoughts scattered like Sakura petals on wind.

Finished the first Sakura Wars on Sega Saturn tonight and, if it wasn’t obvious from my previous posts on it, I loved it. Enjoyed the whole journey and will definitely play the rest of the series. Not right now, Unicorn Overlord comes out tomorrow, but I feel I will get back to Sakura and Wars sooner rather than later. Can’t wait to find out, if Paris is indeed burning. Also I already had wished it, but now even more, I want Sega to make new Sakura Wars games, and maybe, if they please, PC re-release for the recent PS4 one.

There is part of me who already wants to replay this game. I want to see some of the scenes I missed and I want to see the finale with Kanna as my romance partner. (I went with Sakura on my first playthrough, not because I liked her the most, but because I just easily gravitate towards the default options.)

I wonder if now that I’m not playing it anymore the opening song would stop playing in my head constantly. It’s really good, fun, song, but it has taken over me. It’s hype when op plays on climatic moment and it’s fun way to start play session, but when first thing in the morning I hum it while going to bathroom, that’s too much.

Also on the op, I was going to make a post about it earlier, but I didn’t get around to it. I feel it’s opening beats remind me of something. Hearing it tickles my brain in the “I recognize this” -way, but I can’t tell why.

Also in completely unrelated way playing game set in early 1900’s Tokyo with demon invasion, made me think how I want to replay the Raidou games. Could reexamine (and confirm) my hot take that I think people who say that Raidou 2 is superior, are wrong.

#videogames #sakura wars #apsup rambling

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Cherry on Top

Summary: I don't really have a summary for this one lol This is just how this AU start, how it all it came to be.

Warning: None

Words: 1.3k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Alright, I finally feel like I can post this AU! Remember kids, this is an AU for funsies because why the heck not! Also yes Ghost/Soap is a thing in it, but doesn't happen till later fics. Went into a subtle slow burn with them.

It was the jokes, the brushing hands, the closeness of training; all the small things that both her and Ghost saw coming a mile away. Scotty for being at the center of all and Ghost for his keen eyes. She always swore that Soap was nothing more than a best friend, a very close friend. But Ghost saw how she gravitated around him and how he did the same. He should have been jealous maybe, but he honestly did not mind. If there was any  he trusted enough and would be willing to share her with, it was definitely Soap. 

Fun part was that Soap either decided to ignore what was going on or was completely oblivious. Meanwhile Scotty felt her feelings slowly change to the point she was scared and unsure of everything.

Laying down in bed, staring at the ceiling, she tried to make sense of it. Ghost was on his phone mindlessly reading the news or answering messages. "Simon?" She said in a sheepish voice. He turned his head to look at her. "I… I…" Where to even begin! She was sweating, her heartbeat pumping blood as fast as if she was in a death or life situation. This was even more stressful than her first day with the 141. She fidgeted with the bedsheet, her throat getting tighter at every breath. 

"It's about Soap?" Ghost dropped with his usual unfazed tone. This took her by surprise. She stopped breathing for a second, before her brain worked again after a quick reset. 

"W-what do you mean?" Ghost smiled when hle heard the nervousness in her voice. He gave her the I-know-what-is-going-on look. 

"Only a blind person wouldn't see what is going on… Although that would probably mean most of the base, even Garrick and Price." 

"It's that obvious?" Her cheeks turned hot pink. 

"To the person who knows you the most, yes. So what are you gonna do about it? What do you want to ask?" 

Scotty didn't know if she should take his words as a good or bad thing. This was not the reaction she expected from him. He was acting so casually about it. And that was the thing about Ghost; his calmness was often the scariest emotion. "Simon, I love you ok? That is the thing I want to make clear in the first place. It's you that I love the most and nothing will ever change this. Only death would!"

"I know, love. But you fancy Johnny too, am I right?" Scotty nodded silently, her face burning. Ghost pulled her closer to him. She had her defeated eyes, the ones when she felt like she was about to screw up big time. "Let's give it a shot then."

"Wait what? You… you are ok with this?"

"In any case I know I keep you." He kissed her on the head. "If it was anyone else, I might have no be so open. But we are talking about Soap. You two are complete dorks that would fit well together. To my demise."

She laughed. "Simon, I won't try or do anything unless I'm sure you are ok with this. That's all I need to know, with clear words. If you are not… please let's pretend all of this never happened."

"I'm good. As long as you are happy… and because I know I'll always be your favorite."

The next day, the three of them were at the gym doing their daily routines. Soap was completely unaware of what was coming to him. Mostly because they both kept acting like normal around him. At last from Ghost he did not see a single hint of difference. Ghost didn’t have to be different around him, he was not the one about to confess. Scotty was a master at keeping her feelings in check so she was able to hold it together till now. Soap asked her to help her while he would be doing some sit ups. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

Scotty held his feet down while he pushed himself up. They kept joking around on the first 10 rep, till she felt her throat dry up. His groans every time he would reach the top and the relief of laying back down. As if she needed more reason to fortify her feelings. “Fuck…” Scotty breathed.

Maybe a little too loud. “What’s the matter?” Soap asked, not stopping his exercises. 

“Nothing!” 

“Then why the red face, sweetheart?” He laughed. Soap always used this nickname to tease, it was normal. However, right now, it did not have the same effect. Her embarrassment grew so big, she wondered if someone just turned the heat to max or it was her…. Definitely her obviously. If it was even possible, she would be steaming by now. Her hands had moved unconsciously to his ankles and her fingernails dug into his skin through the socks. “Hey watch it Scotty!” 

Soap yanked one of his legs out as he was back on the ground. He pushed himself back, sitting in a relaxed position. “Are you sure everything is alright?” 

For fuck sake, Scotty was an adult, so why did it felt like she was back to her high school year, incapable to say anything to her crush? Well in retrospect, she didn’t do better with Ghost either. The difference is that with Ghost everything sort of unfolded towards something. With Soap, she had to be direct. She took a deep breath to collect herself. “I love you Johnny.” 

Finally it was out. As expected, Soap looked at her with big eyes taken aback by this. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly. His head turned to Ghost who was just done with his run on the treadmill. Their eyes caught each other. The sergeant didn’t know if he should run and hoped to not die or… “You what now?” Is all Soap could say. He was at a loss of words. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Ghost getting dangerously closer.

“You hear me right Soap. I said I love you.” They sat there in the middle of the gym, not saying a word, till Ghost cleared his throat. Soap jumped back. 

“Woah woah, I thought you and Lt were a thing? Did I miss something or what?” Soap panicked. He stood up quickly ready to run at any opportunity.

Scotty pushed herself up. “Yes. We are still very much together, nothing has changed.”

“She just wants to add you to the mess we are.” Ghost grinned under his mask. Soap stared at him. He was good with this? What kind of world was he living in?  

“Is this a joke? Stop shitting me you two.”

“We are not.” Ghost’s tone was calm which made him understand that yes they were deadly serious about this. He gulped. Of course Soap always found Scotty good looking and, if it hadn’t been her choosing Ghost a while ago, he may or may not have tried his chance. Then again, he always thought that some of these feelings were just him really caring about her, like a good friend would. He could turn her down out of respect for both, but that would make things awkward right? Would it be even more awkward than now anyway? Perhaps he could give it a try. If it doesn't work out then so be it. 

Soap grabbed Ghost by a shoulder with a slap. “If he is good with this, sure, let's give it a try. You know I just don’t want to die.”

“I would only kill if you break her heart.” 

“Roger that, lieutenant. Well, better not let Price find this out. Make it look like Scotty is collecting the 141 like medals.” They all laughed.  

"I see it more, Ghost is the sundae, the tasty best part and you are the cherry on top. The little extra that makes everything tastier."

Soap laughed at the comparison while Ghost facepalmed with a groan. "Very smooth, Scotty…" Ghost said.

#cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod oc #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #oc:camille scotty moreau #cherry on top au #ghost x scotty x soap