#can't wait until they're next project together!!!

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

so are we all tired of me posting about dancing with the stars yet

#it's about the 'white/black/latino trio in which everyone just genuinely cares about one another so freakin much' dynamic #I miss them so much #this was the FIRST thing I thought of #this trio #both trios actually #mean EVERYTHING to me #Team Sign To Shine #my beloveds #can't wait until they're next project together!!! #until then I guess #dancing with the stars #dwts #daniel durant #britt stewart #britt x daniel #gabe gomez #gabriel gomez #deaf #asl #representation #star wars #rey skywalker #poe dameron #fn 2187 #finn star wars #daisy ridley #oscar isaac #John Boyega #it's the same picture #the rise of skywalker

[eitaababe]

KISS IT BETTER !

ao'nung x metkayina reader.

a/n — sorry guys it's been a reallyyy rough past few days some shit has gone down but here's a lil drabble while i finish a fic 🫶 / also they're like 18 in this for sake of plot !

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To say you and Ao'nung didn't get along would be an understatement.

You two always argued, no matter how little or how big. From the way your hair was done, to who couldn't hold their breath as long, who was better on an ilu, you name it.

Though, despite you not being able to see eye to eye with him, you were always close with his younger sister. You were attached to the hip ever since children, and you spent practically your whole lives with each other, pretty much growing up together. You also grew close with her family, spending many dinners over at her marui.

So of course, you always had to see her brother.

Tsireya wasn't blind. Pretty much anyone could see the way you two acted around each other. And if they couldn't see it, they could certainly hear it. There wasn't a minute you could be in the same vicinity as each other and not throw insults at each other.

However, nobody really knows how or why you're like that. It's almost as if you were born into the world and just decided to hate each other.

And so you're sitting in between Tsireya's legs, her doing a new hairstyle for your hair and you whining about her brother once more. "I just don't get it," you complained, huffing in annoyance. "He really thinks he can insult me with a face like that! 'You'll never be able to get a boyfriend looking like that, y/n'," you gruffly mimicked, inaccurately impersonating his voice. "As if he's any better! Like you're the one who can't keep a girlfriend. He's projecting, I'm telling you."

Pulling extra tight on a certain braid you yelped, glaring over your shoulder. "Y/n, you seriously have a problem," Tsireya stated, sighing. "I mean if you really hate my brother so much, just don't talk to him. You both are around each other a lot for people who claim to hate each other so much."

"It's not my fault!" You quickly replied. "I swear, he's everywhere. I want to go clear my mind and go for a swim? He's already there. I want to feed the ilus? Apparently he was planning on going on a ride. I want to stop by and have dinner with my best friend? He-"

"Lives there, Y/n. He lives there," Tsireya finished for you. "I'm just saying. He may be my brother, but if he pisses you off that much you don't have to talk to him. He's good at riling people up. Especially you." She commented, finishing your hair and patting your shoulder lightly for you to turn around.

"He could piss anyone off with the things he says," You grumbled, shoulders drooping when you fell under Tsireya's disapproving gaze. "Fine. I'll try to not let him get to me. Starting now."

"Oh that's lovely, because he's right behind you."

"What-"

"Hi sister," he paused, eyes glancing to you in distaste. "Y/n."

"Ao'nung." You acknowledged him blandly, trying to take your friend's advice and not be disturbed by his mere presence.

"Mother wants you home for dinner," He continued, letting out a sigh before going on. "They invited you too." He finished, not sparring a glance your way before turning around and walking back.

"That went better than expected." Tsireya grinned, grabbing your arm and taking you to her own marui.

"Wait until dinner."

Dinner was going better than expected. You and Ao'nung hadn't argued yet, considering you chose to ignore him and he did the same. Your parents had joined the dinner as well, so you had no other choice but to be respectful.

Your calm nature soon disappeared as you heard the words coming from your parents mouths.

"What?" You exclaimed in disbelief, Tsireya sitting next to you with a shocked expression.

"Really, we think it's for the best."

"No offense or anything, but have you met Ao'nung? I can barely stay in the same room with him, nevertheless spend the rest of my life with him!" You complained, ignoring the stern looks from your parents. "It won't work. Me and Ao'nung, we don't work well together."

"For once, I agree." The boy finally spoke, not looking up from the table.

"Y/n, Ao'nung, I know this is unexpected, but we've all talked about it. You would make a great mate for Ao'nung. We'd like you two to be mated soon before Ao'nung chooses a girl us or the clan would not approve of."

You noticed how his jaw clenched at the comment, yet he stayed silent. You closed your eyes, trying to accept your fate. When you both fell silent, everyone got up and started to exit the room. "We'll give you two some privacy."

You watched as they all left out the marui, turning towards the male. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's my mother, I doubt anything I would've said would have made a difference."

"Of course it would! You're her son!"

"You're just so stubborn, aren't you?" Ao'nung suddenly shouted, standing up now. "Thinking you can have everything your way? We have duties, y/n. Grow up."

"Clearly, I'm the only one who's thinking rationally right now! How can you be willing to spend the rest of your life with someone you can't stand?"

"Well like it or not, it's happening. Deal with it, because you're not going to change our parents' minds."

"I can't believe you," you scoffed. "I hope they don't expect me to love you. I can't see who would." You walked out furiously, stomping back towards your own marui.

"Oh, you're one to talk!"

The next few days you two kept your separate ways, but both of you knew your parents wouldn't let it stay like that. They'd practically set up a date for you guys, claiming it's so you could 'settle the feud'.

So you woke up, already in a bad mood, putting minimal effort into getting ready. You headed outside your marui, grumbling what sounded like a farewell to your parents, blood boiling at the sight of the boy who was waiting for you on the beach.

"Y/n." He gruffly greeted you, not meeting your eye.

"Ao'nung." You acknowledged him back, mind drifting back to the other night. Were you too harsh with your words? It was possible you could've gotten caught up in the heat of the moment, and if you were forced to spent the rest of your life with him, you should at least try to be civil.

"...how are you?" You inwardly cringed at yourself, making an awkward attempt to make conversation.

He sent a questioning look your way, realizing what you were doing. He almost wanted to laugh at how out of place you looked. He decided to play along, for whatever reason. "Okay. You?"

"I'm good."

The both of you didn't talk much for the rest of the day, but you didn't argue either, so maybe you were showing signs of improvement. You walked along the beach quietly, the occasional tight-lipped smile, or a hum in response to one of your or his attempts to make some small talk.

Your hangouts usually went like that, you'd greet each other and walk, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You were too scared to say anything about it, or change the newly made routine, until Ao'nung seemingly had enough.

"Y/n," he sighed out tiredly, stopping and turning to face you fully. "This isn't helping us at all. All we're trying to do is not argue every time we're around each other. We're not fixing anything, hell, we're probably making it worse. Even if we can't love each other, shouldn't we be able to get to know one another?"

You stood silent for a moment, considering his offer. "I hate it when you're right," you deadpanned, dropping the 'nice' act. "It's just so irregular. Why would I want to be stuck with you?"

"Cmon, I struck peace and you're insulting me?" He teased, flashing a rare grin to you.

"Stop smiling, people are gonna start thinking you want to be around me." You told him, walking off.

Ao'nung went after you, chuckling to himself. "I won't make it a habit then!"

To everyone's surprise, you were finally starting to get along. You acted like friends, even if neither of you would necessarily admit it. You were spending your time with Tsireya, deeming you'd spent too much time with her brother.

"I can't believe I actually saw you smiling in the vicinity of Ao'nung." She teased, laughing once you rolled your eyes.

"Oh shut up. We're basically going to be with each other for eternity, we had to stop hating each other at some point."

"He was talking about you the other day at dinner, actually. If I didn't know any better I'd say he's taken a liking to you."

"Absolutely not!" You denied, shaking your head. "We're not like that. Like at all. We're just friends now, okay? We don't see each other that way."

"Whatever you say."

What the two of you didn't notice, however, was that the boy heard the two of you talking, heart slightly sinking. Could you really not tell how he felt?

And oddly enough, he felt even more determined to prove how he did.

To your shock, Ao'nung started making advances towards you during your scheduled hang outs. They were subtle, but you noticed the slight flirting, or how his touch would linger on you longer than usual.

You didn't think much of it however, considering you just went from enemies to friends in the span of maybe two weeks. You were right to do so, when you spotted him with another girl one day.

When you first saw them, you really could've cared less. Ao'nung was popular, and knew many people. If he had friends who were girls, it didn't matter. Everyone knew you were each others promised mates, and the word quickly spread since people knew of your dislike for each other.

You trusted Ao'nung, he was not only your betrothed but your duties were to each other, and he wasn't dumb enough to try and change that.

At least you thought.

Their second interaction, you saw the same girl, Mau. She was a sweet girl, you knew her through Tsireya. You watched quietly from afar as the two talked animatedly, large smiles and their laughter heard from where you stood. You hid behind a smaller palm tree, it's leaves shielding you from their view.

You couldn't quite hear what their conversation was, so you settled for just watching. You were shocked when she pressed a kiss to his cheek, and how he turned purple in response. You denied how you felt your heart drop to your stomach, and deemed that their conversation should be private and hurried to leave.

In the midst of rushing out you accidentally walked right into one of the leaves, your lip getting cut in the process. "Oh, fuck." You cursed underneath your breath, hoping no one could see you leave. You sprinted away to another part of the beach, moving over to the marui near the ilus.

Ao'nung squinted his eyes at the sight of someone running away, thinking it oddly resembled you. A wave of adrenaline quickly hit him when he realized you might have seen Mau, and he jumped up in panic. "I'm so sorry, I have to go." He excused himself, rushing after you.

He found you with the ilus, smiling when he heard you talking nonsense to them. He cleared his throat, "You seriously have got to make some new friends."

You froze at his voice, almost turning around but realizing he'd see the wound on your lip. You stayed in place, back turned to him as you kept feeding the creatures. "Don't be salty I have more friends than you, even if they can't talk."

"In your dreams, hun," He teased, sitting down next to you, confused when you turned away from him. Concerned, and a little scared you saw his previous interaction, his head followed yours, trying to meet your eyes. "What's wrong?"

You pursed your lips, turning around and eyes widening when you realized how close his face was to yours. Afraid of talking and showing him your cut you only shrugged, shaking your head.

"Why are you holding your lips like that?" He questioned, making you hot with panic. "It makes you look even more stupid."

"Oh just shut up." You mumbled, figuring there was no way out of this. You lowered your head, but not before he could see your wound.

"What happened?"

You really just wanted to let the ocean swallow you whole.

"I ran into a tree."

"While eavesdropping?" He laughed, seeing the way your head quickly perked up, the caught look on your face.

"I didn't- I mean-"

"Oh don't worry, I know you were just questioning my loyalty. I mean with a face like this, there's loads of girls after me. Had to break many hearts knowing I was promised to you."

"Keep telling yourself that. And if I was testing your loyalty, you definitely failed. Not that I mind, but who lets other girls kiss them when they're promised to someone else?"

"If you're jealous, just say that," he simply shrugged, smirking at you. "I turned Mau down, by the way. Told her I was already to be mated with another."

"Oh," you couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. "Your parents will be happy to hear that."

Rolling his eyes at your ability to not take a hint, he only sighed. "Yeah, sure."

Ao'nung then refocused on your lips, looking at the cut. "You know, we should really do something about that."

"It doesn't hurt that much."

"You should let me kiss it better."

"What?" You exclaimed, looking at him incredulously.

"You heard me."

Not bothering to hear your response his lips pressed against yours gently, in fear of making the cut any worse. His hand came to rest against your jaw as his lips moved slowly. You felt him smile against you before he quickly pecked your lips again, pulling away with a smug look. "Feel any better?"

"I'm not sure, you might have to kiss it better again."

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a/n — I FINALLY POSTED AGAIN. WRITERS BLOCK IS A BITCH.

#aonung fluff #aonung angst #avatar x reader #avatar #ao'nung #aonung x reader #ao'nung x y/n #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x you #avatar fluff #aonung #avatar imagine #avatar angst #avatar fic #i'm sorry if this is dogshit #i'm going through a slump #like i couldn't WRITE

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics that show a healthy relationship dynamic as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

☁️ Of Mates and Men by @bananaheathen

(E, 630k, wedding) In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of. Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance. Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

☁️ Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante / @haydolce

(E, 333k, fwb) AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

☁️ Have Love, Will Travel by @kingsofeverything

(E, 97k, road trip) Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series.

☁️ No Control Club (series) by @sadaveniren

(E, 96k, bdsm) Harry, a popular BDSM blogger, writes a negative review about Louis’ club. Louis wants to have a chance to make it up to him.

☁️ My Kind of Rain by @lululawrence

(NR, 30k, musicians) the Tim McGraw/Faith Hill AU where Louis is Tim, Harry is Faith, and just when Louis thinks he is going to get some rest, his entire world turns upside down thanks to the man with curly hair and the voice that seems to sing right to Louis' heart.

☁️ The Sunshine Stays by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 15k, canon) They're enjoying a much more relaxed schedule the second time around, allowing themselves to bask in married life. Until, one day, Louis surprises Harry on vacation, and there are some surprising consequences.

☁️ Let Me Be Your Everlasting Light by Layne Faire / @laynefaire

(M, 11k, Northern Lights) Harry arranges a trip to Norway as a gift for Louis, but little does Louis know Harry is also hoping to make his own dream come true, too.

☁️ I Can't Hear You by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

(E, 9k, omegaverse) the one where Harry is self-conscious about his body because it's not the 'typical omega body' and Louis shows him why he loves that.

☁️ There's a Ring in the House by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(M, 3k, proposal) Louis knows Harry is going to propose. He's terribly impatient about it.

☁️ Changing Weather (For Worse or For Better) by @haztobegood

(M, 3k, established relationship) Five times it's raining and one time it stops.

☁️ I Choose You by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 3k, established relationship) Louis is exhausted during a busy time at work. After a long commute home, the last thing he expects is for Harry to have a surprise for him.

☁️ Gonna Dress You Up In My Love by @fallinglikethis

(T, 3k, humor) Harry decides to take up knitting. He's horrible at it. Louis wears everything anyway.

☁️ The Future's in Our Hands by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, humor) Louis loves a good idea, a good invention. He's always ready to try out the next project. His husband would maybe just like him to wait until morning.

☁️ The Nearness of You by theweightofmywords / @lil0

(M, 2k, mpreg) Harry and Louis' baby is due any moment. Harry just wants pretty toenails, and Louis just wants to help.

☁️ If Wishes Were Dishes by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 2k, living together) Why is Harry doing his dishes? He must be mad at Louis. He must be absolutely livid at the way Louis is living his life as a slob.

☁️ Sugary Sweet by @neondiamond

(G, 1k, kid fic) Harry and Louis’ daughter knows exactly how to get what she wants, Harry is pregnant, and Louis is the best husband ever.

- Rare Pairs -

☁️ a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 10k, Niall/Harry) Harry’s never been around an omega in depri as bad off as Niall looks; most of the time, there’s an alpha friend or family member who can help out with scenting and physical contact. Oh.

☁️ two languages, one love by @nouies

(NR, 3k, Louis/Cillian Murphy) The three times Louis speaks to Cillian in Spanish, and the one time he finally gets a response.

☁️ Fine Line by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(G, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Telling his family was always going to be a big deal, but doing it alone was a sacrifice he could make. He never thought they’d fall about laughing.

#ficrec #healthy relationship #1dsource #1dficvillage #ficsfor4am #hltracks #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam

[half-oz-eddie]

I love the idea of Billy and Max gradually developing a sibling relationship.

It starts off really small. Billy is waiting for her after school instead of driving off and making her skate home.

The rides are silent for the most part, until one day Billy speaks up.

"Everything good?" He'd ask as his way of checking up on her. Max would always say yes, until one day she'd say no and tell Billy about the time a girl got snarky with her in the hallway, so the next day, Billy beats the girl's brother up in front of her.

The girl never gets snarky again, and Max realizes Billy actually cares about her problems.

She starts asking him if everything's good. He'll say yes, sometimes no, but never elaborate.

Eventually, she feels comfortable enough to ask him to drive a friend home, but only because it's an emergency. He obliges.

It happens from time to time. A friend needs a ride because of the weather, because they're going in the same direction, because they need to do a project together. Billy never complains.

Over time, they go by a silent rule. If the door's shut, fuck off, if it's cracked, you can come in.

Max would peek in in the beginning, just to see if he's there, see what he's doing.

She'd start standing in the doorway, making small talk. Billy would nonchalantly respond while preoccupied. At some point, she'd start inviting herself in, accepting the silent ajar door invitation.

It takes a lot of time, but they grow closer.

Billy admits he’s “kinda into” Steve. Max offers to talk to him, Billy says no, tells her not to get involved because he’ll “figure it out eventually.”

Max would stop standing in corners when she entered his room. Start sitting down, start lying on his bed, falling asleep complaining to him about school and whatever Lucas did.

He'd carry her to her bed, then he'd take her to get food on weekends, then he'd start picking up little trinkets and gifts that remind him of her. He'd toss them at her like they're meaningless little things he comes across. Max collects them all and starts leaving "meaningless little things" for him too.

He'd get his arm broken fighting with Neil when he defends Max.

There can't be 2 men of that house. Neil's plans fall through. Loses control. Susan and Max are siding with Billy and speaking up whenever Neil tries to hurt him. He's outnumbered and life finally gets better. He has a family.

Max always wanted a brother. Billy wanted to be happy.

Everything’s good.

#this is extremely important to me #billy hargrove #max mayfield #billy and max #harringrove #steve harrington #ivy.doc

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ POV: U KEEP RUNNING INTO UR EX ~ HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: can you mention reasons why exes would keep running into each other in a highschool/college setting? thank you <3

Feel free to use and reblog!

they still have the same classes/lectures

they are both on a sports team and have their practice at the same time

a mutual friend tries to bring them back together and makes sure they're 'accidentally' bumping into each other

they have the same way to school/to their dorm

they share the same favourite restaurant/coffee shop

whenever they try to avoid each other, they go to the same hiding spot until one day, they are both there at the same time

their lockers are next to each other

their younger siblings are best friends and regularly hang out/need to be picked up

they can't find a free seat at the cafeteria except the one at their ex's table

they run into each other at the library because they are both stressed out about an exam

A started a new student job at the local cinema, and B goes there with their friends/date

the teacher pairs them for a group project

they secretly try to run into the other and wait near their classrooms

they're both on the student council

they both have to wait in front of the principal's office at the same time

#high school prompts #high school au #college prompts #college au #exes prompts #exes au #exes to lovers au #exes with feelings #writing prompts #prompt list #otp prompts #prompts #otp #fanfic prompts #high school romance #writing ideas #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #writeblr #setting prompts #15 prompts

[babyangelsky]

Now that part 2 of GMMTV's lineup has been officially announced, it's time to put my wishes for it out there in the universe

Because remember, the BL gods won't know to give us what we want if we don't ask for it. Manifestation works, that's why I'm finally getting Fluke Pusit as a lead.

In no particular order:

FIRSTKHAO ROMCOM. They deserve it, I deserve it, we deserve it. I know they're pretty criers but please, I want just one show without any emotional devastation.

LEADING MAN MARK PAKIN. I genuinely do not care who they pair him up with, he could have chemistry with a piece of tin foil. BUT GIVE HIM A LEAD IN HIS OWN BL! LET MY MAN SHINE LIKE HE DESERVES!

This one veers into clown territory but we all know I live at the circus so hear me out: PapangPepper. The crumbs we got in Dangerous Romance were simply not enough. I need more. I've been needing Papang in a leading role and I don't want the only time I see Pepper this year to be a tiny role in We Are. Put them together! The chemistry is there! DON'T LET PAPANG'S MDL PROFILE HAVE ONLY SUPPORT ROLES ON IT!

Since we're manifesting, I must second @respectthepetty's desire for a gym bro BL. There are so many gym bros on the roster! It would be so easy, GMMTV! NO LES CUESTA NADA!

More Ciize. Literally any iteration of Ciize. Give Ciize a GL. Give her multiple GL's. Give her the moon. JUST GIVE ME MORE CIIZE.

Now that Sammy is with GMMTV, GIVE HER TO ME! SHE'S BEEN ABSENT FROM MY SCREEN FOR TOO LONG! PAIR HER WITH CIIZE!

A sports BL. If I can't have gym bros or if we must wait for gym bros until next year, then I want a sports BL. We're getting a MeenPing basketball BL at some point this year hopefully but basketball isn't my sport of choice. I want either a soccer one or a volleyball one because I just need a third volleyball net kiss in my life.

Really I need all the faves who didn't get a show announced in part 1 to get a show announced in part 2. Give me my PerthChimon, JoongDunk, JimmySea, and ForceBook! Put JD and FB in Petty's gym bros BL!

A P'Jojo show. If he desires a break, he deserves to take one because he's had a very busy couple of years pero also he's my dad and I miss him.

This is of the utmost importance to me. *holds GMMTV by its metaphorical face* Do not ruin the tone of Boun's vampire BL. He's waited years for this project. It's his baby. Do not fuck it up. Do not drastically alter the casting. Do not take away his creative control. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.

AMEN! 🙏🏼 *goes to light a candle*

#gmmtv 2024 #gmmtv 2024 part 2

[gpuzzle]

Ramona Flowers Twice Removed

Based off a small discussion with @centrally-unplanned (shoutouts homie)

One of the less obvious things about Scott Pilgrim is the way in which it has an underlying running arc with Ramona that's significantly less explicit than Scott's arc (except in Book 5). Ramona has to confront all of Scott's exes, and how they reflect on her the same way that Scott's exes reflect on him - and that's one of the more clever things that BLOM does in the comics.

The first one is Kim, Scott's High School ex; Kim is in a lot of ways a parallel to Ramona. Scott's pet name for both is very similar (Kimmy, Rammy); both of their last names are largely biological (Pine and Flowers). Ramona's head glows while they're watching the Lucas Lee movie, which in turn mirrors the Scott vs Simon Lee fight and the Knives-Ramona fight smashed together; the Simon Lee fight particularly sticks out as that's when it glows hardest. Scott also obviously lies and about how "he doesn't even remember his high school girlfriend" - and corrects himself to "girlfriends" to make himself look cooler; Ramona's lie comes later, when she's saying she didn't dump him for any cocky pretty boys (Todd). That entire arc gets resolved on the personal level by Scott introducing Ramona to Kim. The resolution between the two is just "hey, he can still hold a friendly relationship with one of his exes", which Ramona is utterly unable to do up until that point.

The next one is Envy, whose parallel to Ramona happens at a number of levels, from the superficial (both share the middle name initial V, but Natalie gets a cool menacing nickname, and Ramona gets to be a motorhome - obviously a sign of Ramona being way less "cool" than Envy) to the obvious (both of them are mercurial people, Envy out of ambition and Ramona as a self-defense mechanism). Ramona has to wrestle the girl that is mentally torturing Scott and who has moved into fully incompatible territory with him; but she also has to be honest to Scott and admit she just dumped Lucas for Todd with zero hesitation. The thing that brings their fight to a halt is the two pseudo-bonding over a terrible ex; and this Hyper-Scott character in Todd - but also in Scott being willing to intervene in Ramona's side during the Ramona vs Natalie fight and make it clear that no, he's not using her as a rebound to get with Natalie.

After that, it's Lisa, and this one is testing Ramona's faith in Scott not to cheat on some random girl he was connections to, and with whom he might have cheated before. Ramona's entire arc is this perpetual fear of Scott cheating on her, and in this arc she does - she makes out with Roxanne off-screen! Ramona is terrified of some influence from the past, however no-strings-attached it is, taking Scott from her, and she's not realizing that - and it's projection from who she is, in a sense.

On volume 5, we finally arrive at Knives and the confrontation that Scott did do the cut-and-run thing, but it was dumping someone else for Ramona, and Ramona now has to deal with the fact that Scott cheated; so it triggers her temptation to get moving again; that "real life is waiting", to quote one of the Twins. That Scott isn't perfect when it comes to that, and that he's going to fuck up - but he's also not better than her, because her two exes here are guys she two-timed. But she can't reconcile that at the present time, so it triggers her defense mechanism - escape.

Volume 6 has Ramona confronting herself entirely off-screen - the last of Scott's exes. And that she too hasn't been perfect; she admits as much, and comes back for herself - and Scott, though she can't fully admit it until she gets The Power of Love. She has to want to change versus the one who sees things going poorly and bails as soon as possible.

I think especially because we don't get to see Ramona through Volume 6 until she comes back, that's not made sufficiently explicit as a running arc. Which is understandable; it's hard to do the Vol. 6 narrative well while also showing what Ramona was up to and making that arc more explicit.

#scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim #ramona flowers

[leclerced]

angst in the carhop AU ?

the pressure from race wins and WDC points gets to lando and oscar and they break up mid season , how does reader cope with this/ work around it esp with lando and oscar living in texas and her living with them ? is she responsible for them getting back tg or do their trainers and friends get in on it ? maybe lan is visiting one day and she misses calls from oscar and he shows up but lando is there and he gets jealous?

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omg breaking up with each other and not her... how do they do it? mclaren drivers fighting each other for the championship? multi 21 moment? where are they when they do it? how do they tell her? do they ask her to pick one or do they know they're just going to have to work out something so they can both keep seeing her? what does it mean for their future? so many thoughts...

lets talk living situation since you said they live together. they're rich enough to have multiple properties and it's good for investment reasons and shit. monaco is a tax shelter and because irl he lives there, i think lando would maintain residency there rather than legally move to america because of that. oscar would probably keep his place in the uk bc irl he hasn't moved anywhere that i know of. so post break-up, they'd both go back to their old places when the other is at the home in texas. they're not home very often anyways so it's not the biggest change. (does any of that make sense?) she does her best to spend equal time with each of them like switching who she talks to on the phone every night and who comes over on non race weekends.

i think at first, she wouldn't meddle. they're together constantly so they can talk and work things out on their own when they're ready. she believes they'll work it out on their own. she would want to, especially during nights where she's listening to one of them rant about the other. sometimes they're angry over a race result, that the other got an upgrade and they have to wait, etc. and she's pretty sure they're going to run each other off track the next time they race. other times, they're just sad and apologetic, and that's when she has hope they'll make up with each other.

she thinks about trying to trap them, make plans with both of them to come home so they have to sit and listen to her. but she's scared that'd piss one or both off, and that's the last thing she wants. there's just too much tension during the season for anything to be resolved. they'd interact when needed for work, interviews, and promo, but keep the interactions limited. they try to talk but they're both still angry about a lot of things, so they're just running in circles until they give up again.

then, winter break rolls around. lando has all these big plans to go skiing and mountaineering with his friends and invites reader but she can't suddenly take weeks off work without notice. she gets a couple of days off around the holidays and agrees to fly out then, but she's working on a big project and can't go jet-setting around the world with him. he understands and they'd make plans to talk every other night like usual and they're counting down the days until they see each other again. oscar's not that type though, got no plans other than to see her as much as possible. as soon as the last race is over and his media duties are done, he's flying back to her.

when lando calls her, oscar leaves the room to give them privacy and she doesn't tell lando he's there, a habit from the season when they always knew the other was there because they weren't. lando takes his absence from their calls as a sign that oscar isn't there and halfway through a ski trip decides to head back home, to her. his friends are understanding, wish him a safe flight and hours later he's unlocking the front door after getting dropped off. it truly doesn't occur to him that just because she didn't mention oscar, it doesn't mean he's not there. he hears them laughing as he kicks the door shut, he can tell they're in the den and it's close enough that they hear the door close and go quiet. he can hear murmured voices, did you hear that? was that a door? is someone here?

he wishes that he'd checked before flying all the way out. he’s not angry anymore, but he saw oscar leaving the track right after the race and heard he was flying home from someone in the garage and assumed that meant the uk, but now he knows it was here. he also assumed oscar didn’t want to talk to him and that’s why he rushed out, before lando even had the opportunity. he’d spent his break thus far fretting about texting him and seeing if they could meet up to talk, he hasn’t even had time to think about what he would say and now that he’s confronted with it, he doesn’t know what to do or say.

before he can figure out what to do, oscar's stepping into the hall with a baseball bat before freezing, "oh, you're not a burglar." he sounds more bored than relieved if anything, like he was excited to use it.

lando just laughs, "were you- did you plan to take down a burglar with a bat?"

reader comes scrambling from the other room as oscar is inspecting the bat, “lando’s here? did i hear him hating on my bat? i'll have him know my aunt gifted me that and she used it three times, so it definitely works."

the absurdity of it all sends oscar and lando reeling, the idea of an aunt of hers attacking three burglars with an old wooden bat. reader just standing there wondering what is so funny like, "i'm serious. there are dents in it, look!" they laugh even harder, oscar drops the bat to the ground in favor of clutching his stomach. reader picks it up with a huff and stashes it back in the closet. when they finish laughing, most of the tension is gone. it's a little awkward, but lando just says, "i didn't know you were here." and oscar replies, "i didn't know you were coming, we ate all the pizza already." the statement eases lando's worries a bit, like if he'd known he would have saved him some. he doesn't know what that means, but it means something to him.

they just avoid the topic for a bit. oscar and reader tell him there's leftover take out in the fridge and go back to the living room and cozy back up on the couch like they had been. lando eats left overs from the fridge from the arm chair and they catch him up on the show they just started before playing the next episode. lando tells them about the ski trip he was on and the mountain he summitted. eventually, reader falls asleep on oscar and when the episode finishes he gets up to carry her to bed. oscar asks if he's coming to bed before he leaves the room and lando knows things will be okay after they talk.

they're both up before she is the next morning, neither could sleep well with the impending conversation on their minds. lando gets up first when he can’t fall back asleep and deems it early enough to go for a run to clear his head. oscar wakes up sometime after that and sees lando's gone, but before he can worry that lando's left, he notices the open dresser and clothes tossed around and knows he's still around somewhere.

he's cooking breakfast when lando comes home, a full spread of bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, french toast. mostly to give himself something to occupy the time, and something to focus on while he waits for lando to return from wherever. lando wants to talk as soon as he gets home, still sweaty and panting from his run. oscar offers him a glass of water when he sees the state of him and lando gulps it down. before oscar can ask if he wants a refill, lando starts apologizing for everything on his part. every time oscar tries to interrupt, lando cuts him off with a, “wait, i’m almost done!” even though all oscar wants to do is say everything is forgiven and he’s sorry too, and also that he doesn’t need an itemized list of all the things lando is sorry for.

reader wakes up to them joking around while finishing up breakfast and she’s a little anxious going into the kitchen, unsure if they’re avoiding the topic and playing nice for her safe or if they talked finally. oscar sees her walk in and makes his way over to greet her, she gives him a good morning kiss and tries not to wonder if lando’s upset or jealous watching them. before she can think too hard about it, lando’s whining that he didn’t get a kiss. reader thinks he’s whining about her, so does oscar, so they pull apart and she makes grabby hands at lando and coos, “come give me a kiss then” and he mumbles, “meant oscar, but i’ll take what i can get.”

#ask #🪼 anon #ln4/op81

[imrllytootiredforthis]

so for sub!yandere!!

i'm thinking chan who has this completely earnest, affable facade he projects to everyone. he's well loved, he's puppy, he's a good friend BUT totally has a more depraved side that comes out for one particular person. they're the only one who sees it bc they're the only person that chan will LET see it. just unhinged desperate for their attention in particular, watching outside their window at night, invading their privacy, stealing panties, (getting rid of competition)

i like to imagine how pretty he'd cry for attention when his person decides to ignore him as punishment for acting out so much and being scary (most likely unintentionally, but he is a desperate lil freak after all)

he loves to be around you, loves and needs your affection, any and every second you're around him. if it were up to him, he wouldn't ever leave your sight or let you leave his, it would be forever and ever that you were together but he understands that you aren't ready for that yet. understands that you need just a bit more time.

would play mind games with you too because he just needs your attention on him, needs to be your center and only focus; giving you silent treatment if you were getting a little bit too close with one of the other bandmembers, or even your own friends

being super possessive and jealous but when you ask him about it, he just shrugs it off as if it's nothing

he's super self-conscious but that's literally out the window the second he sees you talking to someone else, getting in between the two of you, looking at you with wide, sad eyes and telling you he doesn't feel good, how he feels like going home and if you could please drive him because he doesn't want to go alone.

or sometimes if he feels like you were getting too close he'll even bite a remark out at the other person as he says it, committing their face to his memory so he can visit them...privately later

he would gaslight you so much, but it's just because he loves you

you talk about how you're worried, feeling like you're being watched lately. talking about how you woke up the other night to what looked like someone watching you through your bedroom window.

he just acts as if he's completely innocent, even going as far as to tell you that you're being paranoid, asking you if you've been sleeping well lately.

offering to stay over the night, saying he'll sleep on the floor beside your bed and waiting until you fall asleep before crawling up to lay next to you. burying his face into your neck, smelling you and letting his hands wander just a bit because how can he resist?

when you wake up the next morning to him all cuddled up with you, looking so precious and adorable, telling you he got so cold on the floor last night, well it sounds perfectly normal

but he'd live for the chase, secretly hoping that you'd just smarten up and find out that it wasn't that your washer was eating up your panties but that he currently had a stash under his bed that he saves for lonely nights when he can't be around you

wishes that you'd realize how he has a whole bunch of comprising photos of you saved to his camera roll, of the whole albums he has on you, some not even remotely sexual but just seeing you is enough for him

wishes that you'd notice sooner,

the sooner you catch him, the sooner you'll punish him for being like this❤️

#inbox💌 #yandere chan #chan x reader #chan smut #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader

[baileys-3]

Secret Dating Era - New Chapter (#37) now online

Puuhhh ... what shall I say ... 50.000 klicks and over 1100 Kudos ... that is so surreal ... thanks for all of you.

We still have a long way to go :) I just finished chapter 43. Do you know how much words? I tell you: 225000 ... 500 pages ... I just don't believe it that I wrote 500 pages ... oh god.

Then thanks for every comment. I love love love comments :)

And the greatest and biggest Thanks to beta-reading queen @himynameiscookies

So then I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Sneak Peak:

Bailey arrives at work earlier than usual, mostly because John got called in for an emergency in the middle of the night. Which means, that she was alone this morning. And when she's alone, everything just goes a little faster. Despite her early start, it's late morning since she has a later shift today. She hasn't heard from John yet and doesn't know whether that's a good or a bad sign.

Her phone rings right before entering the fire station, and she sees John's name on the screen. Finally! She answers, but she can't manage to say a word as John launches into a tale that seems like it's straight out of a fantasy novel or something. Well, he's definitely taking the lead in the realm of unbelievable stories now. This round clearly goes to the LAPD.

She makes a deal with him that she'll try to come by on her lunch break when he's still at Shawn Memorial and bring food for the whole gang. John mentions that they might need to wait for a bit, considering there are numerous injured individuals, and they are relatively unscathed, except for Tim. He has been hit the hardest.

As expected, she spends her lunch break with John at the hospital. She finds everyone in the waiting area. Well, not quite everyone, she only meets John, Celina and Aaron. The rest is either receiving treatment or being examined. She gives John a quick hug and then they all dive in on the food she brought.

"Maybe you could give the food to the others before it gets cold. They're likely in one of the examination rooms, passing the time until a nurse is available to attend to them. You know how it goes. First, there's waiting... then more waiting... and finally, more waiting." John's assessment seems accurate.

"Yeah, I'll go and find them. It can't be that difficult." With that, she's already on her way with the remaining three bags in her hand. She likes John's colleagues. She likes them a lot. Somehow, they are all like a little family. John has told her all about everything that happened over the years, the drama, the trauma, everything. And that seems to have brought them all extremely close together. She loves spending her free time with Angela, Nyla and Lucy. John's rookie Celina has even slept over several nights and she has become close friends with her. They are not just work colleagues; they are family.

Bailey asks a nurse in which rooms the injured LAPD officers are being treated and whether she can bring them something to eat. The nurse says yes and points to three rooms with sliding doors at the far end of the corridor.

She approaches the first room, finding the door ajar. Peeking inside, she discovers it empty. Alright, on to the next room. As she nears it, she catches hushed voices engaged in conversation—no, not talking, more like whispering. She stops by the wall just outside the open sliding door. Well, that is an exaggeration; it's barely ajar. She isn't sure why she stopped; perhaps it's the quiet nature of their conversation, or maybe it's because she recognizes the voices, or possibly she just doesn't want to interrupt them.

The voices unmistakably belong to Lucy and Tim, although she can't hear exactly what they are saying. Opting not to interrupt, she chooses to wait until they finish their conversation. In general, it is considered impolite to interrupt a conversation between two individuals. So, she is leaning against the wall for a moment, she patiently listens. It doesn't take long before the voices fade.

Assuming that they are finished, she takes a step forward and reaches for the handle with the intention of entering the room. However, just before she does, she looks up again and stops in her tracks. She stands there, frozen in place peeking through the small slit that's not wide enough for her to enter and she refrains from sliding the door further. She can't believe her eyes. She closes and reopens them, blinking several times. She realizes that she is not imagining it; it's really happening. HOLY SHIT!

#chenford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #archive of our own #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #chenfordsource #lucy tim fanfiction #lucy and tim #lucy x tim

[lavenoon]

Worst case scenario, angst ramble, ~1.4K words

CW: Major Character Death (:

Their line of work isn’t the safest, and given the scares Y/N gave their boy(s) you might think they’d be the first to slip. 

But what if, one day, it’s Dusk who doesn’t make it home from a mission? Pre-reveal, and Robin was busy with their own, one of those rare cases where they didn’t make a point out of showing up at each other’s mission. Maybe a busy time at the agency, and they get a reprimand not to double-staff missions for a while - in any case, he’s alone, and Robin only hears about the incident too late. Nothing salvageable, broken beyond repair - their rival, dead. 

They keep it together (i.e. they dissociate and thus don’t break down crying) long enough to make it home. But there they really, really can't stand being alone - it's breaching what they have, of course, overstepping lines they were so mindful of before, but Y/N just craves that comfort and just. Knock on Sun's door.

No response.

They knock again, even try the bell.

No response.

They're already crying then, just barely not making a scene in the early hours of the morning, barely make it behind their own door where they collapse and weep. The guilt, the loss, and all of that they don't even know how to process - they never had to, before. Dusk was the first person they cared about like that in their line of work, and they never thought he'd die.

And, of course, they never catch a break - because HQ is about as sensitive as sandpaper as a towel. When an agent dies on the job, it's their job to clean up any loose threads in that agent's civilian life, including their living situation, if necessary.

In this case, they deem it acceptable to posthumously reveal Dusk's (and Dawn's) identities, and tell their uniquely involved landlord to pack up their belongings.

The memo takes a bit to process.

The neighbors in surrounding houses may assume there's a wraith living in their duplex, that day, because the wailing won't stop.

They stay home, that night, without even calling out. They forget almost everything - food, water, work, why would any of that be a priority when they lost everyone they care about?

And they barely accepted that. Barely started admitting it to themself, and it's too late. They'll never get to tell Sun and Moon - they're gone. They'll never get to tell the boys, never get to actually know them both, so many opportunities missed that they now see, and the future just seems so bleak without them.

They try going over the next morning, but have to break down and cry just past the front door, again. They've never been in their home before, and they never wanted it to be like this. Looking at all the evidence of their boys' existence - a dark blue shirt, thrown over the back of the couch, definitely not Sun's but surrounded by all the craft projects strewn around.

Upstairs is the worst. They cry until their eyes are swollen and their cheeks are a blotted mess, their voice so gone by then they don't know if they'll ever speak again. They know their rival's outfits and they know that his sneakers and nightcap will never make it back, so they cling to the few items they can cling to and weep. The workshop isn't easier, when they spot a harmless decorative DIY project right next to the pushed aside equipment for work gadgets, and that clicks into place, too.

In the end, they have to give up. They can't do it. They crawl back into their home, and hide out, hoping it's all just a bad dream they'll wake up from any minute now, even as a small part of them knows that's denial speaking and it won't help them in the long run.

Their duplex is on its best way to become a home of ghosts. One empty shell of a person going through the motions, and the other half waiting for the return of its two tenants that will never cross that threshold again.

But then there's Eclipse.

Y/N may have missed the "When can the surviving family come by to pick up the belongings left behind?" memo, but Eclipse refuses to just wait. It takes a few days - him processing the initial shock takes some time, he can't drive, and any car ride isn't really an option for him, just a tad too uncomfortable to fold himself into a car like that for hours. If not for the risk of running out of charge he would've just walked, but as it is, he's forced to arrange a train ride. Doesn't have to wait for HQ to release Y/N's address - he knows where his brothers lived.

So just a few days after everything, there's a knock on Y/N's door, and they scramble to open it - the hope is delusional, but they don't care. And they do know the face greeting them, if not the person it's attached to.

Eclipse may be smiling for the world to see, but Y/N spent months at this point carefully watching Dusk's and Sun's expression, they know there's more to it. They're just reeling from the hard crash with reality that of course it's not their boys.

And Eclipse... He was so ready to just be angry at being shut out, that he had to wait any time at all to come here, that he wasn't there for his brothers, and that Y/N dared to just not give HQ the okay to bring him in.

But the human in front of him looks dead on their feet, and about one second away from breaking down again. He knows a bit about this landlord - Sun mentioned them before.

HQ did not care to share the information that the landlord is an agent, too.

When they don't say anything, he manages in as neutral of a tone as he can muster that he's there for his brothers' stuff. Y/N confirms - "of course", and just with two little words their voice breaks and their lip starts quivering again. The loss hits them again, because not only won't they ever hear their voices again or see them grin again or hear any of their thoughts again, and not only are two whole people gone, all their memories and thoughts, all the things they shared. But now they won't even get to keep what is still there, and then they feel so selfish because of course their brother mourns them, too.

Without really asking, they tag along after unlocking the door for him, still so deep in denial that nothing feels real when their place still looks so lived in.

Desperate for a distraction, they ask his name, and he answers, if a little harshly.

"Eclipse. Or Horizon. I don't actually know which one I'm supposed to use, just pick either."

They give their name, too, and with a chuckle that neither of them believes in, add "Or Robin. You can pick, too."

And Eclipse freezes for a second before whipping around to them, immediately making the connection, because Moon also had a little human he liked talking about.

"You were -"

Whatever accusation they expect, they don't want to hear, and interrupt him immediately.

"I'm sorry. I should have been there. I should've - should've -"

Hugging their arms close isn't enough, not really. They tremble, and sink to their knees, not even sure what they could have done but so stuck in this mindset that they could've changed things, because it has to be their fault, there's no way something like this would just happen.

"You knew them."

They shake their head, insist that no, they didn't even know that Sun was an agent, too, they were stupid and never realized, and maybe if they had, things would have gone differently -

"No, you knew them."

The strange, tense static crackle in his voice makes them stop their frustrated ramble, and they look up. He's sitting just a few feet away, eyes locked onto them, but his pupils are fuzzy around the edges and flickering as he struggles, too.

And they don't know each other, never got to the point where Sun and Moon would have introduced them, but they're the closest to the boys either of them has, and they both just crave that connection so badly.

They don't know each other, but they hold each other, both shaking and crying in any way available to them as they mourn the people they loved the most.

#post let luce #fnaf sb #fnaf sb au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #accidentally undercover #cw death #NOT CANON WILL NEVER BE CANON I CRIED SO MUCH WRITING THIS I WILL NEVER TOUCH DEATH AGAIN #probably. give it at least a week and i might reconsider for angst reasons but oh my god #I just crave comfort I hate when comfort isn't an option #so you still get the *hint* of comfort but not enough. not enough. #*holds my boys* im so sorry i will never do that again #proofread this actually but the tears make it hard FGDHSJ there might still be mistakes #I cry very very easily and it's karma for inflicting this on you

[perfctvelvet]

Ice Cream Cake

Step-sister!Yeri/Reader 

✰ Content: stepcest, sub!Yeri, bratty!Yeri, innocent kink, oral, use of sex toy (dildo).

"Please Y/n!? Please, please, please!?"

Those pink, pouty lips and soft eyes are hard to say no to. Yeri has her hands clasped together as if she's praying like a good girl, but she's begging for her favorite step-sister to get down on her knees and eat her pretty pussy.

Y/n had an exam to study for, one that was going to be tough. As her graduation date inched closer and closer, her little step-sister has gotten needier and would cling to her at every opportunity. It was a little overbearing to deal with at first, but quickly she learned to enjoy where her step-sister's desperation would lead her.

In the beginning of this tryst, Yeri was so eager to please. She would lick Y/n out for an hour; whining and whimpering as if *she was the one having her clit licked. Y/n liked watching her step-sister beg for a taste of her. Yeri hadn't had much experience prior to them deciding to do this a few months ago, but she was an eager learner. She loved fingering Y/n while sucking on her clit. The movements of her tongue were always sloppy and a bit unconcentrated, but Y/n always appreciated the effort.

Now that Y/n is much more busy with the Winter semester coming to an end, Yeri feels more neglected and it's causing her to act out. She'll talk loudly on the phone to her friend about how horny she is; almost like she didn't care who heard her. And, if she wasn't being direct enough, whenever Y/n would ask her to do something she would say no and cross her arms like a brat. Now Yeri was starting to be that annoying little step-sister. Y/n wanted to put her in her place, but she just didn't have the time for that now. Only a few more weeks and they're on break for a month until the next semester starts. Y/n is patient and she can wait that long, but not her cute little step-sister.

"Yeri, I told you no."

"But I'm so horny!"

Yeri was flailing her hands around, making the pink dildo in her right hand flop around. She looked absolutely ridiculous throwing a temper tantrum. Y/n bordered on finding it annoying and finding it hot. Yeri was wearing a big sweater that covered her ass, but Y/n suspected she was only wearing panties and not the shortest shorts on Earth. Her thighs, Y/n's weakness, looked so soft, but she had to focus on her final project.

"Why don't you get yourself off? You have a hand, a dildo, and that vibrator you keep in your drawer. You can do it yourself."

"I tried," she whined, "I can't do it myself because it's not the same…I need you."

Buttering Y/n up with compliments was not as powerful as Yeri thought. Y/n sighed and turned her head back to her laptop and began typing again. Yeri stood there feeling stupid. She wasn't going to back down that easily, however. What Yeri wants, Yeri gets.

Yeri walks out of Y/n's peripheral. She assumes that her step-sister is going to leave her room, but then she hears her bed squeak. She rolls her eyes and ignores the sound anyway. She knows that Yeri is going to do anything to get her attention.

"I guess I'll have to help myself," she sighs dramatically.

Y/n doesn't think much of it until she hears wet noises coming from behind her a mere 30 seconds later. No matter how much she tries to focus now, there is no way Y/n is going to be able to. Her mind is running wild picturing her little step-sister with her legs open and fucking herself with that pink dildo. Yeri lets out little squeaks as the tip of the toy hits her spongy sweet spot.

"Y/n," she whimpers her step-sister's name. Yeri was playing hard ball and Y/n didn't know what to do.

She sat there at her desk, not even typing, but she didn't want to come off as weak and give in. She didn't mind it when Yeri was being a good girl, but she can't fathom the idea of giving Yeri what she wants after being an annoying brat for the last few days. Yet temptation is stronger than her ego. She stands up and turns around, getting a full view of her step-sister's stuffed pussy.

"I need your help," is all she says. Y/n wants now to do nothing but that.

She gets on her knees and leans over the edge of the bed. Grabbing Yeri by the thighs, she pulls her closer towards the edge of the bed.

"Keep going Yeri, don't stop. This is what you wanted, right?" She encourages her when she sees Yeri start to slow down on her pumping. Did she think that Y/n was going to take over and do all the work for her? No, Y/n isn't going to give it to her that easily. She was already neglecting her school work to tend to her needy sister, so she's going to make her work for it. Yeri is disappointed at the fact that she has to keep fucking herself when she wants Y/n to do it. It feels so good, but sometimes she struggles to get up to the fast pace that Y/n is able to.

Y/n watches her pussy clench around the pink toy. A ring of white cream gathers at the base as it goes in and out of her puffy pussy. It's possibly the sexiest thing Y/n has ever seen. Her step-sister's nipples poke through her top, causing Y/n to slide her hand up the big sweatshirt and palm her bare tits. Yeri begins to cry out instead of the little whimpers she had been letting out. She looks too cute for Y/n to handle; too cute for Y/n to not do anything more than what she's doing now.

Y/n leans over and begins to lick her step-sister's clit. It's a little bit of a struggle since Yeri is still try to fuck herself with the dildo, but now her body is shaking too much. Y/n can't keep her still with one hand on her tit and the other on her thigh. Y/n really, *really didn't want to give her step-sister a reward, but she grabs the dildo from Yeri's grasp and begins to pump it into her. It's a little bit easier now, but Y/n still struggles to keep Yeri still. Her back arches off the bed as her step-sister spoils her pussy. Y/n's tongue is warm and wet against her clit and it makes her drip even more. Yeri's arousal begins to stick to Y/n's hand and she collects more and more every time her hand gets closer to her pussy.

Yeri is taking all 6 inches of the dildo. Its thickness makes her feel stretched out and completely full. It's all almost too much for her and she thinks that she can't handle it anymore. In a way this overwhelming pleasure feels like a sense of punishment for acting the way she did. Y/n starts sucking on her clit and it makes her cry out even louder. Yeri is the sweetest girl Y/n has had the privilege of having on her tongue.

Her body shakes as Y/n fucks her to completion. Her pussy get so wet and messy that the dildo slips out a few times before Y/n ultimately pulls it away to focus on licking her clit. Yeri's hand pushes at Y/n's forehead to get her away. It was too much pleasure and her body couldn't handle it anymore. "Okay, okay! That's enough!" For a good 30 seconds, Yeri doesn't believe that Y/n is going to listen to her. But, eventually Y/n pulled her tongue away from her.

Her sweet step-sister's pussy was pink and puffy from being overstimulated. Y/n enjoyed seeing her handy work and the tears staining Yeri's cheek. She guesses that it wasn't so bad to give them both what they wanted.

#yeri x reader #yeri smut

[johanna-swann]

Okay, so here is how Buddie can still win without us throwing Marisol or Natalia under the bus and without them being just meaningless props:

Buck and Natalia date for a while (I'm thinking at least 5 to 6 months) and they take it relatively slow with the big steps like their first "I love you" and meeting the family and stuff like that. No rushing in, no moving to fast. They're really happy together.

Eventually they start talking about living together but can't really decide where that is supposed to be. Buck is all for abandoning the loft (fuck that loft), but Natalia's appartement isn't really that big either. They discuss looking for a new place together and Buck throws the idea of children into the room. He's just trying to be practical because moving is exhausting, especially in LA, and do they really wanna do that again in a couple of years?

And that's what eventually breaks the deal. Because Natalia can handle the dangers of the job (death is her job after all), she loves Buck's eccentricities, she loves his found family and they fit together really well. But she doesn't want children of her own. And that's not really a negotiable topic for Buck. Holding Kameron's baby in his arms really showed him how much he wants to be a dad. So they decide that even though they work as a couple and they're both rather heartbroken about this, they need different things for the future.

Eddie and Marisol have a really good relationship too. He thought she was kinda cool the first time they met and she just gets what makes him tick. He may not be in love yet, but he definitely has a crush on her. It's not like the thing with Ana. He was with Ana because he felt like that's what he was supposed to be doing, but he chose Marisol because he wanted to.

Everything is going great until one day over dinner Marisol says "I love you" and he can't say it back. Sure, he likes her. A lot. But love? She says it's okay if he's not there yet, she just wanted him to know. But as the weeks go by Eddie feels more and more uncomfortable with the situation. It's been months, why won't the big feelings just settle in? Where's the feeling of "I want more of this, I want to live with you, I want to marry you one day"?

Because in general, that is what Eddie wants. A life partner who he can share everything with. And he really likes Marisol. Why won't those two things just fit together? Marisol is a great person and patient, but at some point she notices Eddie's discomfort and sits him down to talk things over. Eddie answers her questions honestly because how else are they supposed to work things out?

At the end of the night she breaks up with him. She doesn't think that Eddie will just magically wake up one day and be madly in love with her and silently Eddie agrees. He's sad to see Marisol go and doesn't want to lose her. But it's not fair to her to keep her waiting for something that's just not gonna happen.

So coincidentally, Buck and Eddie end up single again roughly around the same time. Again. Neither goes back to dating. Eddie because if the past has shown him anything, it's that he can't force a relationship with a random stranger. Buck because he's scared of getting his hopes up again for something that the other person can't give. They just stay single and start spending more time with each other (and Christopher) again. They talk about their hopes and fears about dating and love. It just grows naturally from there.

And - magically or not - one day Eddie wakes up to the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen and the smell of fresh pancakes in the air and he steps into the room, eyes finding Buck and Chris next to each other sporting twin grins, and he's in love. Maybe the realisation should scare him, but it doesn't. It just feels normal. The sky is blue, the earth is round and Eddie Diaz is in love with his best friend.

He tells Buck later that day. It's a quiet moment, Christopher's working on a school project in his room, Eddie's washing the dishes, Buck dries. "I love you", he says calmly. There's no expectation behind it, no big speech following the statement. Buck looks at him. Surprised at first, a small smile beginning to light up his entire face. "Of course", he whispers, as if he should've known all along. "I love you too."

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Jane's Pets Chapter 91: Training

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Kitty is having a bad time.

Is this about the conversation they had with Bunny yesterday? They knew they shouldn't have talked like that when Jane could be listening. Now she knows they have hope for the future and she'll try to torture it out of them! Stupid fucking pills, they weren't thinking, they never would've done that if they weren't drugged! The drugs are supposed to make being compliant easier!

At least it's just them being hurt? She must have something planned for Bunny, though, she's been shockingly easy on him despite the murder attempts… But for now, at least, it's just Kitty in the basement. That's good. They try to focus on that instead of the pain from being thrown down the stairs and the possibility of being put in sensory deprivation.

"Kitty. You know how Puppy has those phrases that make her do certain things? How I can make her pass out or go limp with a few words?"

She pauses, and it takes Kitty a second to realize she's waiting for a response. "Yes, master." They do not like where this is headed.

"I want to do that with you. The medicine has made you really good, much better than before at least. But not enough." She smiles wickedly. "Don't worry. This is more of a long-term project. You won't be down here long today- you'll just be down here again tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, until you're conditioned how I want. How does that sound?" She pauses again.

"...I don't know what you want me to say to that." 

Even if she puts them in sensory deprivation, it won't be longer than a day. No matter what she does, it won't be longer than a day before they get a break.

Jane laughs. "That's fair. Good Kitty, trying to figure out what I want you to say instead of just saying the first thing that comes to your mind. Look at how much you’ve changed… it’s going to be so much fun to take more of your autonomy from you, more of yourself from you.”

They recoil. Fuck, that might be worse than being constantly drugged! Their breathing quickens.

“I want to see if I can make you feel pain with just a phrase. So-“ she holds a cattle prod. “Bad Kitty.”

She shocks them, and they don’t bother to hold back their screams. They have no one to try and look strong for, and the screams are a good cue for Puppy and Bunny to know Jane is focused on Kitty anyway.

“Bad Kitty.” Another shock. Their entire body convulses painfully.

"Bad Kitty." ZAP! They bite their tongue and blood fills their mouth- fuck, what are they going to do if they bite their tongue off? They try to clench their teeth together, it would be better for a convulsion to break a tooth than for it to bite off their tongue.

"Bad Kitty." ZAP! This is so stupid. They hate that this works, that they know they won't be able to hear that phrase without feeling fear because Jane has done it before with their name. It's so stupid.

"Bad Kitty." ZAP! They're trying to shield their head with their arms as much as possible, but it still gets slammed against the floor a few times. Just what they need, another concussion. They wonder if they'd even notice if it resulted in permanent brain damage, or if they'd just assume it was a symptom of the drugs.

Jane eventually gets bored of the cattle prod and takes out a whip.

"Bad Kitty." CRACK! Kitty can't decide what they prefer- obviously the shocks can lead to damage from the convulsions, but if they were tied down and had something to bite on…

"Bad Kitty." CRACK! They're not looking forward to having to deal with the wounds on their back, but at least the pain's localized to just their back while the shocks burn all over…

"Bad Kitty." CRACK! 

It goes on and on and on. Their world is pain. They don't try to fight it, distract themself from it, or beg for mercy. There's no point. 

They can feel as their most recent pill wears off, and the world grows sharper, more in focus. The pain grows too. They're not sure if they'd rather the torture continue or be drugged. Both take away their ability to think and function like normal, but… they feel more themself while being tortured. Which is really fucking sad.

But it's not their choice. It's never their choice. 

Like always, it eventually ends. It could've gone on a lot longer, but Jane sticks to her word- they weren't down here for long today. She puts the collar back on them, makes them swallow a pill, and sends them upstairs.

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Puppy and Bunny immediately jump into action when Kitty gets up the stairs, cleaning the wounds and bandaging them up. It's… not as bad as it could be. Not as bad as Puppy expected it to be. That worries Puppy a little, but Kitty explains that they'll be in the basement a few hours every day until Master is satisfied, and that makes more sense.

She looks forward to being able to take care of them every day, to making the time in between the torture pleasant. That's usually not an option, at least not on this smaller scale. Obviously, she does her best to make the times in between big tortures pleasant as well.

Kitty's body twitches every once in a while, making them wince. It'll wear off before the next torture session though, so that's… better than it could be.

She can't comfort Kitty through touch and she can't comfort them through humming, so she finds other ways to help them feel nice. She wraps them in blankets and makes them a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch (their favorite food). Bunny comforts them verbally, promising this will end soon and they'll be safe, that they're strong and they'll get through this, and that they'll still be themself no matter what. It seems to help even though Kitty doesn't really believe him.

This is alright. Everything is warm and cozy and nice for now. Puppy finishes her chores while Bunny soothes Kitty, and when she comes back Kitty is asleep. That's good. Hopefully they have nice dreams.

She's trying not to think about her conversation with Bunny. She technically didn't do anything against the rules, but that wouldn't matter if Master was watching. She probably wasn't, Puppy doubts Kitty would scream like that if she wasn't there the whole time, but the possibility never leaves Puppy's mind. Master could've seen. Master could be planning a punishment right now-

But she's probably not. It's probably all fine. And she would do anything for Bunny, even if it tears her up inside thinking of how much danger he's putting himself in by not giving up on murdering Master.

Would you do anything for me, Puppy?

Master has asked her that before. It felt so wrong, hearing it come from Bunny… but she would. She would do anything for him, or for Kitty. She just… would do anything for Master too. So when those things contradict…

"Puppy? Do you wanna sit down?" Bunny pats on a spot next to him on the couch.

Puppy has been pacing around the living room, trying to stay awake and keep an eye on Kitty. She shakes her head. If Bunny asks her to sit anyway, she will, she would do anything for him, but she doesn't want to. It's so much harder to avoid sleep sitting down, and she's much better trained than the others, she knows better than to risk things like that if she doesn't have to.

"Gotcha." Bunny doesn't push. She appreciates that. He's not like Master. He's just… desperate. Which she understands.

He's going to need to be trained soon too, she's sure. Master's going to rip him apart, remove any scrap of hope, and put him back together how she likes. But for now, at least, Master seems to find his defiance entertaining, and Puppy can do her best to make the time before he gets tortured pleasant. It's all she can do.

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Peyton thrashes and cries in her sleep. She can act as calm as she wants around me, but I know she's afraid of me - there's nothing else in her life that could possibly cause nightmares like that!

She gasps awake and looks around her room. She doesn't see me, of course, I'm in my void. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply- in for 4, hold for 7, out for 8, like she tells me to do- then picks up her phone and calls someone.

"Chris?"

I can hear their voice from my void as if I was right next to Peyton with my ear pressed to the other side of her phone. They sound tired. "What's wrong?"

"I, um… I'm- I had a nightmare about- about one of my clients dying, and I can't get the images out of my head- can you stay on the phone with me until I calm down? It- it's okay if you can't, I just can't be alone right now, I can find someone else to call or something if you can't-"

"No, that's fine. I can stay on the phone with you. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay, okay. I'll just tell you about my plans for tomorrow then. I don't have work, so I'm going to vacuum my room-"

The conversation is boring from there, but I stay until Peyton's more composed. I never get to see her like this, what a treat! I wonder how she'd feel if I killed Chris…

She has nightmares about my threats, which is very good. She takes them seriously, even if she pretends she doesn't. I wonder how much she'd cry if I did kill her client. Would she be able to hold it in until she thought I was gone? Or would she let herself look weak in front of me? Would she lash out, or get self-destructive? So many possibilities…

I control her, even if she likes to pretend I don't. That's what's important. It's nice to know! She's just as well-trained as my pets, but she doesn't know it yet, which makes it even better. It's going to be so fun to destroy her life!

But not yet. I'll know when the time is right, when I can cause maximum damage, and we're not there yet.

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The collar makes an encore. - He reaches tentatively for Ed's hair, delighted to be allowed to pull it aside to reveal the expanse of his neck. He opens the clasp on the collar and reaches around Ed to slide it in place and close it securely. He doesn't miss the full body shiver that runs through Edward when the collar is resting safely against his skin once again, bell tucked neatly into the hollow of his throat. Ed turns around to look at him. He looks ethereal in the bright afternoon light, hair a halo of silver around him. His next words are like molten lava poured over Stede's head. "What would you have me do, Captain?

The crew agreed to allow the collar the come off a couple of weeks ago, and if he's being honest, and he's trying hard to be these days, Stede misses it a little. He didn't have the heart to get rid of it when he threw away the sackcloth onesie -it's such a pretty little bit of craftsmanship, carefully woven and delicate- so he's kept it this whole time. He even went on his own little arts and crafts project and fixed the clasp to make it easier to get on and off. For no particular reason. He just thought it'd be a nice touch, complete the look. He considers himself a lover of beauty, after all.

He's sitting on their bed contemplating the collar in his hand -and the endless possibilities that seem to have gotten attached to it in his head- when Edward walks into the cabin, already mid sentence into a story that seems to involve Roach's peanut paste, Jim wielding a knife, and a seagull. Stede has a second to appreciate how happy he looks and wonder what on earth the crew's getting up to now before Ed's come close enough to see what he's holding. He doesn't think his skin's ever come closer to matching the lovely red silk curtains that frame their bed.

"Watcha got there there, babe?" Ed asks. And oh, that's something else that is new, the pet names. He had slipped into calling Ed darling without even thinking about it after less than twenty-four hours together, and Ed seems inordinately pleased every time he says it, so he hasn't stopped. Ed started calling him babe a few days later, and Stede understand the appeal, because he feels like the most special person in the world when he hears it.

"I... umm..." Stede doesn't know how to reply without giving away everything that was going through his mind before Ed found him here. They haven't had sex again since the morning after their second kiss, when Ed came undone without even taking a stitch of clothing off rocking against Stede's thigh, and Stede's entire world was knocked off its axis and readjusted to revolve around Edward Teach instead.

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, and these past few weeks he's been spending more time taking himself in hand in the privacy of their shared bathroom than he ever did before in his life. But Ed asked to take it slow, and Stede will honor that request. If Ed wants to feels safe around him and reassured in their relationship before they take it further into intimate territory, Stede is nothing if not happy to provide that. He can't help what goes on in his mind, though, the endless fantasies that play on a loop during the quiet hours, when he vividly remembers the way Edward looks as he comes apart in his arms.

Ed is watching him attentively, the full force of his ever curious mind turned on Stede, waiting for him to get himself together enough to offer an answer. He doesn't look impatient, exactly, he looks... Stede can't quite figure it out, puzzling it over and over until an image suddenly pops into his mind. He's watching Stede a little like a cat contemplating its prey, outwardly quiet and calm but still every bit the lethal predator. Oh. Oh.

So they're doing this again. This dance that Stede doesn't quite know all the steps to but is willing to throw himself into wholeheartedly nonetheless, willing to trust that they'll figure it out together as they go.

"I kept the collar," he confesses. "I thought it was too lovely to get rid of along with the sack outfit."

Ed's eyes are unmistakably hungry now. A shiver runs down Stede's spine. He feels braver than he's ever felt in his life when Ed is looking at him like that, braver than when he abandoned his whole life to go to sea, braver than when he faked his death to pursue the man he loves.

"It is fucking lovely."

He wonders if they're both thinking about the same thing, both remembering the delicate jingling of the bell that played as a soundtrack to their first time together. It was part of the reason he had to insist the crew allow Edward to take if off. After that morning, it was completely impossible to focus on anything else when he could it hear chiming all over the place as Ed went about the business of repairing the ship. He had to excuse himself to his cabin plenty of times that day, and by the time evening rolled around he was just cutting people off mid conversation and walking away. It had been a very long twenty-four hours for Stede.

He gets his confirmation when Ed opens his mouth and the most wonderful words Stede's ever heard come out.

"Wanna put it on me?" he asks, and Stede is so glad he's sitting down. He doesn't think his legs would hold him right now.

"Would you- is that-" there is something wrong with his tongue today, it just won't work right. But Ed understands what he's trying to say anyway.

"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't interested."

Stede is tempted to look around and check if he's accidentally caught on fire. He feels like he's on fire, like his whole body is made of heat.

"Is it... is it too soon?"

"Who decides what too fuckin' soon is, mate? 's not like it's written in one of our fancy books." He looks towards their slowly regrowing library. There isn't a lot of choice in the ships they raid, but they're working on it. "Wait, is it?" he looks inquisitive, as if he's wondering whether one of the books they've stolen from a merchant or another pirate holds the secrets to a healthy relationship. But he shakes himself back into the moment a second later, zeroing in on the collar Stede is still clutching desperately, like it will keep him from floating away. "Forget about it, not the point. I think too soon is whatever we don't feel okay with. I feel okay with this. You?"

Does he feel okay? He thinks okay is the most ridiculous word in the entire English language. He would strike it from every dictionary if he could. He feels like he has transcended into a whole new plane of existence. Fucking okay.

Mind made up, he stands up and moves closer to Edward, who watches him expectantly, rocking on his heels. Stede wants to kiss him tenderly and devour him whole.

Once he's close enough he reaches tentatively for Ed's hair, delighted to be allowed to pull it aside to reveal the expanse of his neck. He might be a little obsessed with Ed's neck, always too happy to cover it in kisses given the slightest opportunity; but the object of his obsession doesn't seem to mind. He opens the clasp on the collar, congratulating himself on a job well done, and reaches around Ed to slide it in place and close it securely. He doesn't miss the full body shiver that runs through Edward when the collar is resting safely against his skin once again, bell tucked neatly into the hollow of his throat.

Ed turns around to look at him, and the intensity of his eyes feeds the inferno raging inside Stede. He looks ethereal in the bright afternoon light, hair a halo of silver around him, strong and lithe and soft in all the right places, everything Stede never knew to want. His next words are like molten lava poured over Stede's head.

"What would you have me do, Captain?" he echoes his words from his first time wearing the collar, when he was trying to teach Stede how to be a more assertive captain. They melt his brain a little, and Stede is suddenly insecure again, not sure what to do with the power Ed is giving over to him. What does he want Edward to do? Where does he even begin?

"I- Uh- What are my options?" He's more than willing to play along with this shared fantasy they've created, is dying to, in fact, but he needs a little guidance. He doesn't know what Ed likes. He doesn't even know what he likes. The vulnerability would be terrifying if he didn't trust Ed to catch him so completely.

Ed gives him a mischievous look. "I'm really good on my knees."

Stede goes out of his body for a couple of seconds, and when comes back to it he surges forward to kiss him with a speed that surprises him, tangles one of his hands eagerly in Ed's hair, another echo of that first day back on the Revenge. Ed doesn't push him away this time, doesn't ask to take it slow. He matches fire with fire, takes Stede's lower lip between his teeth and bites down. Stede moans into their kiss, feels like he will die if he can't get closer to him, press their bodies tighter together.

This isn't new territory. They've kissed like this a few times before, on nights and mornings and afternoons that started out quiet and slow and devolved into the two of them panting and gasping into one another's mouths until they mutually agreed to stop, to go back to clasping hands and holding each other gently. What is new is being invited to take things further, to slip his tongue into Edward's mouth and see how many new sounds he can pull out of him by sliding it hotly against his. What's new are Ed's hands digging into his waist, reaching under his clothes to find warm skin and staying pressed there.

When he's ready to come up for breath, Stede gazes at him for a moment and breathes heavily, overwhelmed in the best way. Finally, he makes himself disentangle his limbs from Ed's and goes to the bed to fetch the softest, plumpest cushion they own.

"Stay right there." Their cabin is lovely, but the hardwood floor is unforgiving, and he doesn't want Ed to hurt for a second. He may be inexperienced, but he's not stupid. He's read enough dirty novels that he had to sneak around to know what Ed is offering him. He just hopes he can stay alive for the whole thing -the way his heart is beating against his ribs is a little scary at the moment.

Edward laughs fondly at his eagerness, and Stede smiles at him when he returns to where he left him. He loves the way they laugh together. He's been the target of weaponized derision disguised as merriment so many times in his life, but when Ed laughs it's always because he's enjoying whatever new or old thing they're sharing, not because he's being cruel to Stede. He wonders if everyone laughs this much with their partners. He hopes -feeling full of joy and goodwill towards humankind- that they do.

He drops the cushion to the floor and, in a sudden burst of confidence inspired by the way Ed's watching him like he's something delicious he can't wait to taste, he hooks a finger underneath the collar and pulls Ed down to his knees with it. Ed goes with a breathy moan that rocks Stede from head to feet.

"That's it, Captain. Show me what you want."

His brain is on fire, his blood is boiling, his cock is already half hard from the way they were kissing moments ago and the liquid anticipation rushing through his veins. Edward's undisguised desire doesn't hurt, either.

He remembers what he said to Izzy a few weeks ago, and what a terrible person to be thinking about right now, but he remembers what he said about letting his instincts take over, and he remembers how they served him right twice that day, and multiple times since. So he does just that, and lets himself go, trusting that he'll come away victorious if he doesn't overthink.

"Take out my cock, Edward." He feels incredibly wanton saying the words. He's absolutely delighted by it.

Ed's fingers trip over themselves in his haste to obey the command. Stede could get drunk with power from this so quickly. The way Ed is dying to obey every order he gives is the most intoxicating thing he has ever experienced.

Ed doesn't stop at opening his pants and taking out his cock. He wraps his hand around it loosely and strokes it once, twice, like he simply can't stop himself from touching Stede. Stede loves him loves him loves him.

Ed's hand around his cock feels lovely, but he wants more, he wants everything. He wants to be consumed until there's nothing left of him but ashes.

"Hmm, that's nice, darling. Now take me into your mouth." Ed stares at him with huge eyes framed by the most indecent eyelashes Stede's ever seen on a man. They should be classified as weapons of mass destruction, he thinks.

"Yes, Captain."

And that's the last thing he says before his mouth is around Stede's cock, and all that escapes him after that are needy little sounds that Stede wants to collect and put on a shelf for his own private enjoyment.

If he thought he was on fire before, it had nothing on this. The wet heat of Ed's mouth around him is the most erotic experience of Stede's entire life. He thinks he could die happy right now, with no regrets other than perhaps not getting to do this again.

"Fuck, darling. I love your mouth." There's no space left in his mind to feel embarrassed or insecure any longer. There's only Ed's lips moving back and forth over the head of his cock, Ed's calloused hand wrapped around the base, Ed's tongue running along the underside, Ed's soft hair between his fingers, Ed's muffled moans and whimpers filling the cabin, mixing with his own unfiltered ones and the dainty twinkling of the bell. Stede's never heard a symphony he enjoyed more.

And if he needed confirmation that Ed's also affected by what they're doing, he has more than enough of it. He won't stop moaning around the cock in his mouth, and his hips are twitching in small movements against thin air, seeking friction that isn't there. It makes Stede feel a little bit mad to see him like this. He also wants to give him the world, so he adjusts his stance to move one of his legs closer to Ed's hips, offering whatever comfort he can. Ed is instantly rocking against him as much as it's possible in his current position. And then he's pulling off of him abruptly and Stede has a fraction of a second to worry that he's done something wrong before he's saying "You can pull my hair, Captain, I like that." And Stede's last functioning brain cell gives up the ghost and deserts him. Is he dead? Is this what the afterlife is like? The gravy basket Buttons kept talking about before he turned into a seagull and flew away?

But Ed wastes no time before he's sinking down onto his cock again, and he feels so impossibly real. He guesses this is simply his life now. Edward Teach on his knees for him, collar around his neck, lovely bell jingling rhythmically with every movement, lips warm and soft around him and spit dribbling down his chin and hair soft between Stede's fingers. And that tongue of his. What did he ever do to deserve this. He will find out, and he will endeavor to do more of it.

Ed is happily bobbing his head up and down, alternating between licking his cock like a giant cat and and sucking on it, one hand braced on Stede's hip for balance and the other one stroking what his mouth can't reach, not a care in the world outside of this. He is so absolutely lovely. Stede reminds himself to give him what he asked for, closes one of his hands around a fistful of Ed's hair and pulls. Ed responds by moaning louder and taking him in a little deeper. Stede is concerned he's not going to last, before he remembers that it doesn't matter. No one determines how fast or how slow they move other than themselves. There isn't a time frame on their lovemaking. And he will always think about it that way, even when it's the filthiest act he's ever participated in. Everything he does with Ed is making love to him. Having sex, chatting, plotting fuckeries, sharing meals - their days are marked by every moment they spend building their love into the most solid structure Stede's ever inhabited.

"Ed, darling, I'm close," he warns. He doesn't know the etiquette here, but he figures a warning is at least in order.

"Come inside my mouth," Ed whispers quickly.

He has to be trying to kill him. Stede entertains the absurd idea that maybe Ed never gave up on his plans of stealing his identity. Maybe this has all been one long elaborate plan to kill him in the most creative way possible. He almost laughs, but in the next second Ed is hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, and then he does the thing with his tongue again, teases it into the slit and runs it around the head, and Stede involuntarily pulls his hair harder and thrusts his hips forward, driving deeper into his mouth.

"Fuck, darling, I'm sorry," he hurries to apologize. That can't have been comfortable.

Ed pulls off him long enough to cough, regain his breath and rasp "Do that again, please, Captain," voice small and wrecked, before he's going back in like his life depends on it.

Stede blinks dazedly for a few seconds before he pulls himself together and does as he's asked. He sinks his hands into Ed's hair and uses the grip to rock forward into his mouth, tentatively at first, a bit more certain when he realizes how much Ed is enjoying it. At this point Ed is mostly kneeling there with his mouth open wide, lips stretched obscenely around his cock, letting Stede use him for his own pleasure, and Stede isn't going to last another second.

"You're so beautiful, darling. Fuck." His breathing is ragged, he feels like he can't get enough air into his lungs, and what little manages to make it through is blistering hot and useless. He can't stop praising Edward, though. "You look so good like thi- ah- this. That's it, just enjoy yourself -god- let me do all the work."

Everything unravels pretty fast after that. Stede hits the back of Ed's throat on a particularly enthusiastic thrust, Ed moans around him so loud that Stede can feel the vibrations right down to the soles of his feet, and in the next second he's spilling into Ed's mouth, eyes locked on Ed's underneath him. They keep staring at each other as Stede comes back down to earth, as Ed pulls off of his cock and wipes the come that has dribbled down his chin with a satisfied smirk.

He feels unmade by the experience. He's been taken apart and put back together, and he may need the rest of his days to relearn the shape of himself.

As soon as his brain is processing the world around him again, he kneels down in front of Ed, runs his hands through his hair, reaches out for the buttons of his pants.

"Eh, no need for that, babe."

It's Stede's turn with the wide eyes.

"Just from that?"

"Just from-" he sounds indignant. "You absolute lunatic. You put me on my knees with a collar around my neck and let me call you Captain. What did you fucking expect was going to happen?"

"Uh," is his entirely unintelligent response.

"You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?"

"I think I'm starting to figure it out."

"Fucking help me."

Stede smiles fondly at him, so full of love he might burst.

"How about a bath?" he suggests. "I found a lovely lavender oil two raids ago that I think you're going to love."

"Can I keep the collar on?"

Stede trips on his own feet and Edward's laughter follows him all the way to the en suite.

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WIP Wednesday (Belatedly)

I know it's been a minute since I've posted, but my partner got me Stardew Valley and I am obsessed with it and haven't been knitting as much. I did pick back up my needles recently, though, so here's what I'm currently working on:

I just cast on the Leafy Leaf cowl. I was going to wait until I had finished something else first (the Dustland shawl being the main one I'd wanted to finish before starting this cowl) but I recently watched a Nimble Needles video with tips and tricks for the experienced knitter and just had to try this one! The tip is that no cast on and bind off will truly match perfectly, because they're just formed differently no matter what, but to match exactly you can provisional cast on, knit the work, then bind off both top and bottom with the same bind off technique. I'll update once I'm finished with the cowl to let you know how I like it, but it also gave me an excuse to learn how to provisional cast on in the round!

The second photo shows a little bit closer view of the lace pattern. I've only made it about halfway through the first repeat, but I really like how it's turning out so far. I'm not sold on my guage, though, so I may restart on smaller needles. If I do, I'll still use the provisional cast on then bind off the bottom edge technique.

This one is a hit of a back burner project because I chose a yarn with less stitch definition than I probably should have used for this project, but it's the No Rhinebeck No Problem MKAL 3, and all clues are currently released. I just need to finish the last repeat for clue 3 and then complete clue 4 and I'll be finished with this one.

This one was also in WIP time out for a bit due to the way this yarn knits, but I've picked it back up recently. Working on finishing the heel turn for sock 2 (the more pink sock) and then I'll be back to working on these two at a time in the round. The heels on these are Japanese short row heels, and they'll be a gift for a friend. These are both from the same ball of yarn, and I should be able to get a second pair out of it, which I'll knit exactly the same as these so that all 4 socks can be mixed and matched. My goal is to finish all 4 socks before gifting, but I may just gift these 2 socks first, since my next socks will be a pair for me, I think.

I'm not using a specific pattern for the socks, but they're just stockinette stitch, Japanese short row heels, and I'll use a wedge toe.

Not pictured:

The Dustland shawl - I'm still working on it, slowly, but progress isn't really visible because the stitch pattern just repeats. I have, however, decided to stop just after this pattern repeat, so after the next diagonal rib section (actually, after the garter section after the diagonal rib) because 1, it's huge already, 2, the rows are too long to maintain motivation, and 3, I'd like to not have to use up the whole last ball of this yarn. If I get close to the end of the ball, I'll finish it off there, even if I haven't gotten to where I planned to.

Mitered square blanket - I've decided to add more squares to the width and just make all the squares in the same direction, instead of making panels and seaming them together, so next steps will be adding more squares onto the width of the blanket. But this one likely will also be a long term project, since I have other things I'm focused on working on right now.

Project list, for things I have planned (mostly so I don't forget):

Socks for me using the Duo Sox yarn by Willow Yarns, which is meant for knitting a pair of matching socks and comes with two balls, perfect for the taat method I use

Second pair of apple mittens for my partner. She follows me, so I can't explain how they'll be different because I want it to be a surprise.

Mittens for me to match the hat and cowl I have, though I may also do a stripey cowl with that green and a dark blue yarn I have in my stash. I have an idea to knit a pattern I saw slightly differently to suit my needs better.

A pair of worsted weight socks, because warm and faster to knit.

Tea cozy for my tea pot. The first one I attempted was too small.

#crafts #description in alt text #knitting #knitblr #knit #cowl #socks #mkal #i do actually have the label for the green yarn if anyone is curious but i don't for the other two #i only recently started putting the labels into the centers of my balls so some of my stash yarns have lost their labels #actually most of them have #or well #i have the red yarn label but it's in a pile of 3 or 4 labels and i don't know which one goes with this yarn vs the other balls it was with #long post