#hes like- 🙂 i like ducks.

[daliasdarlin]

A large and kindly man who loves animals and is known to whittle ducks- am I talking bout Halsin BG3 or Magnus Burnsides TAZ 🤔 I wonder which came first and if one is a reference to the other?

#either way its a funny connection #he says this line so funny too #hes like- 🙂 i like ducks. #bg3 #halsin #magnus burnsides #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone balance #bg3 halsin #baldur's gate 3

[sanguineterrain]

YES. BODYGUARD JASON TODD.

He's used to being looked over, just seen as meat & muscle (he doesn't mind, it's part of the job) but you're the first "job" who actually sees him, talks to him, makes him laugh 🫠 he doesn't know what he'll do if someone actually tries to put their hands on you 🙂

hiiii aud thank you for the scrumptious jaybird thoughts <3 so begins my bodyguard!Jason agenda!

bodyguard!jason todd x gn!reader. fluff, pining, and tension so thick you could cut it with a batarang.

All fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary

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"Y'know, I think you just keep me around to carry your bags."

You grin over your shoulder where the Red Hood trails behind you, always five paces behind. Your takeout bag is in one hand, your new shirts in another. He wears a red mask over the lower half of his face, like always. Only seeing his eyes used to unnerve you, but now it's a comfort, finding his gaze in a crowd.

"That's not true. I also keep you around for something nice to look at," you say.

He tilts his head. Your belly flutters. "Flattery will get you nowhere, trouble."

"Flattery got me outside of my hotel, Red."

He sighs. "Tricking the hotel concierge doesn't count."

You laugh. "Sure it does. I think it does." You stick your arm out. "Will you walk next to me?"

"You know my rule."

"But you can easily cover me if you're next to me! And I'm so good at ducking. See?"

You duck and straighten a few times in a row to demonstrate. A few people stare. You ignore them. Hood's eyes crinkle in a way that tells you he's smiling.

"Mm, incredible technique. Wonder who taught you that. A ruggedly handsome bodyguard, perhaps?"

"Always hungry for the credit," you say. "Despicable."

"Ain't I?"

You turn around and stop. He stops five paces behind. You take a step forward. He takes a step back.

"I wanna see your face when we talk," you say, face pinched.

"Not in public, trouble. It's for your safety. You know that."

"Can't you come a little closer?"

None of your friends are like this with their personal guards. A moment from a friend's birthday party resurfaces.

It's almost like you'd rather be with him than us. You know he's just doing his job, right?

Hood stays exactly where he is. "This is the ideal spot for covering you. Now, c'mon. Thought you wanted to shop."

You sigh and let your arms flop to your sides. He must be nervous today. You can't imagine why.

"Fine. Be that way."

You hurry ahead. Hood doesn't lag behind. Stupid long-legged bodyguard.

"You can be mad at me as long as you stay safe," he says.

You turn again, about to really bitch about how strict he's being. But his proximity stops you short. He's inched closer, so close that you can properly see his eyes.

"This close enough for you?" he asks.

Hood's eyes are warm in the light, mossy and rich. His lashes and brows are dark and thick. Once or twice, you've seen a splash of freckles across his nose. The bridge of his nose is crooked like it's been broken one too many times.

Dear God, you yearn to know him.

Your stomach does more flips. Hood watches you, half-lidded.

"What're y'doing, trouble?"

His voice is soft, the way it gets when he's trying to smooth over a tiff between you. You can't figure out why he does that. You always get over it. And so does he. He has no choice.

"I'm looking at you, Red," you say.

"Yeah? What're y'lookin' at me for?"

"'Cause I want to."

He blinks. "Me? Not much to look at."

You look at each other for another minute. The want bubbles up again, spills out of your mouth before you can stop it.

"Please walk next to me," you say. "I need to know you're there."

He leans in to speak, black curl tumbling over his forehead. He smells sweet, like apples and spice. You almost appreciate the danger in your life because it keeps you in the Red Hood's line of sight.

"Wha's the matter? Y'nervous? I'm right here."

Oh, you're nervous, alright. Just not in the way he thinks. The way you ought to be.

You turn around. For your sake and his.

"Not nervous. Just... just... never mind. You pick where we go next, Red."

"It's your day. 'M just the driver," he says.

"If you won't walk next to me, the least you can do is pick where we go."

"The least I can do, huh?"

It's clear he isn't going to choose. So you watch him instead. You turn the corner and sneak glances over your shoulder. You don't care much about shopping anymore anyway. It's only an excuse to go out. To be alone with him.

Your answer comes. It's only for a split second, but you catch it anyway. He taught you to notice things after all. Says it could be the difference between living and dying.

You immediately change course. Hood follows you easily, and you breeze through the bookstore's entrance. You sneak a look to gauge his reaction. He's looking around, but that could just be him clocking the exits and obstacles. You grab his hand. He looks at your joined hands, then at you.

"Feeling lost?" he asks.

"No. Just trying to keep you present. Nothing’s gonna happen in a bookshop, Red."

That crease in the middle of his forehead returns. "'S my job to plan for the worst. Keeping you safe is the only thing that matters."

"Not the only thing."

His eyebrows rise. "Whaddya talking about? 'Course it is."

You look at your joined hands. This is bad. This is really, really bad. You'd might as well pull your heart out of your chest and let Hood carry that too.

You start to walk, fingers slipping out of his. Hood doesn't try to rejoin them.

He stays closer in here, close enough that you can talk quietly and smell his apple pie scent.

"What do you like to read?" you ask.

Hood glances at you. "Clocked that about me, did you?"

"I was taught by the best," you say sweetly.

He hums. Doesn't joke or laugh. Just makes a soft sound. It's not often you render him speechless.

"I loved Frankenstein as a kid. I always hoped he'd love his monster, but..."

Hood disappears for a moment, lost in his head. You take his hand, heart be damned.

"Red?"

He looks at you again. His eyes are wild. Sometimes, it seems like they glow.

"My... my dad used to read it to me," he says. "One time I asked if he'd love the monster anyway. He promised he would."

You rub his knuckles. He flinches, like he's forgotten where he is. 

"Someone's devotion to our monstrous parts is something we all want," you say.

You spend more time in the bookstore. Hood attracts a few stares, like always, but you're left alone. He carries your shopping without complaint, without strain, and you wonder if your friend was right, if this is just a job.

You buy a special edition of Frankenstein under his attention. Then you turn around and hand him the book. He keeps it under his arm.

"Ready to head back? Y'hungry?"

"That's for you," you say.

"Hm? What is?"

"The book. It's for you, Red."

Silence. The second time that you've stunned the words out of him. You're on a roll.

"Y'don't have to do that," he says, gentle as can be.

"It's a present for you. A thank you."

Hood shakes his head. "You don't need to thank me for protecting you. Just doing my job."

"I'm thanking you for being my friend. Because... you are, right? My friend?"

This time, Hood's eyes on you are heavy. You wonder if he can see your heart beating, see your belly fluttering, see the real reason why you get nervous around him.

"Yeah, trouble," he says, book cradled to his chest like it's precious cargo. "I'm yours."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood fanfiction #bodyguard jason todd #batman fanfiction #dc fanfic #jason todd imagine #inbox #blurb

[alltoowelltom]

ice princess ⛸️

oscar piastri x figure skater!reader (+ toto wolff's daughter!reader)

from this request HERE

skateupdates: Olympic figure skating pair Y/N Wolff and Valeriy Angelopol have called it quits! Despite competing together since they were children and dating for the last year and a half, Valeriy has released a statement that the duo would be 'going [our] separate ways for the upcoming competition season'. He also stated there were 'no hard feelings regarding the separation, [the couple] just turned out to have irreconcilable differences'. Our reps reached out to Y/N Wolff for a statement but she has declined to speak on it at this time.

user1: WHAT

user2: MUM AND DAD SPLIT UP?

↳ user3: and they won't compete together anymore??

user4: wait will they be retiring? or will they compete in separate categories?

user5: 'she has declined to speak on it at this time' I just KNOW mother is LIVID

↳ user6: no hard feelings my ass 💀

liked by oscarpiastri, yourbestie, lewishamilton

yourusername🔹️: 🎧😴

comments on this post have been disabled.

liked by oscarpiastri, susiewolff, yourbestie

yourusername🔹️: back at it ⛸️❄️

user1: DOES THIS MEAN SHE WILL STILL COMPETE

danielricciardo🔹️: That's our girl!

user2: oscar being the first to like as usual

lewishamilton🔹️:🔥🔥🔥

↳ yourusername🔹️: don't you dare send fire to melt my ice??

↳ lewishamilton🔹️: I was being empowering bozo

↳ user3: they're so sibling energy 😭

user4: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU Y/N

oscarpiastri🔹️: 🐧🐧

liked by yourusername

↳ user5: is this him 'making a move' 🥴

liked by yourusername, landonorris, charlesleclerc

oscarpiastri🔹️: Good day, pumped for a p5 finish 👊

yourinstagram🔹️: WOAH

↳ user1: SHE"S SO REAL FOR THIS

↳ oscarpiastri🔹️: What?

↳ yourusername🔹️: jawline sharper than my skates 😳

↳ oscarpiastri🔹️: Why are you always bringing my jawline into things?

↳ yourusername🔹️: OHMYGOD PASTRY ITS CALLED FLIRTING READ SOME SMUT

user2: UHHHHH WHAT WAS THAT INTERACTION WITH Y/N

↳ landonorris🔹️: IDK MATE

liked by oscarpiastri, danielricciardo, susiewolff

yourusername🔹️: thank you for having me @.mclaren!

mclaren🔹️: The pleasure was all ours Y/N 🧡

landonorris🔹️: *oscar's

↳user1: LANDO TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

landonorris🔹️: I didn't even make it onto the post 😔other priorities i guess

↳yourusername🔹️: I WAS PROUD OF YOU TOO LANDO

oscarpiastri🔹️: I can't believe you'd post my ducks

↳yourusername🔹️: NO ONE IS HAPPY WITH ME POST

user2: soooo...the shoes?

liked by yourusername, maxverstappen1, susiewolff

oscarpiastri🔹️: Proud is an understatement 🧡🩵

user1: OUR GIRL WON THE GOLD 🥇

↳ user2: the way we haven't heard a peep from her ex skating partner too-

user3: IS THIS AN ANNOUNEMENT FINALLY

yourusername🔹️: 🧡🩵

↳ user4: ohmygod do the hearts represent them the papaya for mclaren the ice for y/n

danielricciardo🔹️: Congratulations Y/N!

user5: daniel being y/ns biggest supporter for like a decade😭🥹

user6: LOOK AT THEM TOGETHER

user7:what the hell does toto think of this 😭

↳ yourusername🔹️: believe his exact words were 'will oscar come to mercedes now 🙂'

user8: @.yourusername so you and oscar DID go skating 🥹🥹

↳ yourusername🔹️: was like bambi on ice

↳ user9: been waiting for them to realize for so long...like i knew it

↳ landonorris🔹️: preaching to the choir mate

a/n: thank you for reading! reblogs and feedback help sm <3

i really want to be posting more as I'm so busy with work and also graduating in a few months and that seems to be taking up all my time 😩 but I really appreciate the support I've been receiving and will be working through your requests asap 🤍

#oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x y/n #f1 smau #formula one smau #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #mclaren #lando norris #figure skater!reader #oscar piastri fluff #friends to lovers

[rapunzelbro]

I've been reading your fabulous Lucifer and tall reader. I found a tiktok for a Lucifer scenario. I thought it was perfect just hiding little duckies all over the castle and hotel for Lucifer to find and to also piss Alastor off. 🙂

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8vdXanP/

The Great Duck Hunt of The Century! Ft. Lucifer & Alastor!

This title is so so so fucking specific. Remember my hiatus? Yeah I don’t remember either. I feel like I like writing for Lucifer and Angel more ngl and silly prompts like these give me inspiration. Idk why anywho enjoy~ Angel , Reader, Lucifer, Alastor Husk

Masterlist Taglist

Throughout your relationship with Lucifer you always found new ways to spice it up in the bed room

If you thought sex well, that too

But you meant something else, and that was The Great Duck Hunt of The Century!

What is it you may ask?

Well let’s just say Lucifer made a bunch of mini ducks out of pure boredom one day with you. So you snagged them all when you two were done with them

And spent the next 7 hours placing 500 in the castle and 500 in the Hazbin Hotel

Why? Because why the fuck not

Lucifer was excited and was happily looking around but when you got a text from Angel you knew you were fucked, screwed, in trouble

“Girl what tf did you do”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Why is Smiles yelling about finding ducks all over the hotel”

“Husk is literally finding them in the liquor bottles and choked on one of them and not the good kinda choke if you know what I mean” “🍆💦”

“I made a scavenger hunt for Lucifer that’s all 🫢”

“You didn’t hide any in my room did you”

“Hell no you’re my friend”

“Aw thank you sweetie💗 might wanna avoid the hotel for a while he is pissed I’ll keep rehiding them though. Ttyl babe~”

“Thanks for the warning”

Yeah uh let’s just say, after Lucifer did find a majority of them. Him being short Didn’t give him an advantage and you mentioned to him there’s a ton left so out comes Lucifer in bird mode

Dude is flying throughout his castle knocking so much shit over in the process to find these ducks and he is so fucking happy? Dude is so glad you did this.

It went on for hours

When you finish counting what he found you announce he found 500/1000

“HOLY SHIT THERES MORE??”

He didn’t know how you had so much dedication but he did and was ready to go to the hotel to find the rest

You texting Angel

“How many did he find?”

“I wanna say 100? This radio demons is ripping this hotel apart for them, Charlie thinks her dad did it but I let her in on it and told Vag. They think it’s funny as fuck. Well Charlie not as much but Vag is dying over here”

“omg did I tell you there’s bets being placed on this shit on if he burns the building down or not? Get your ass over here “

Lucifer makes a portal for you two because stepping into the hotel

Holy

Shit

It was a mess?? There were spots you didn’t even put any that were destroyed

“What the actual fuck?”

Everyone is just at the bar watching shit go down as Alastor is ripping the hotel apart for the ducks.

Lucifer is no where to be seen. This man’s instantly looking for the ducks and fixing up the building as he goes for his daughters sake

Alastor noticing you just appeared and him going up to you with his demon form practically almost fully out from his pissed this man is

“I’m hoping it wasn’t you who did this, or I’m afraid ł’ⱠⱠ ₱ɆⱤ₴Ø₦₳ⱠⱠɎ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮Ø Ɽł₱ ɎØɄ Ⱡł₥฿ ฿Ɏ Ⱡł₥฿ Ʉ₦₮łⱠ ɎØɄ ⱤɆ₥ØVɆ ɆVɆⱤɎ ₴ł₦₲ⱠɆ Ø₦Ɇ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ĐɄ₵₭₴”

His voice getting so fucking loud and static holy shit it was scary but you just back away as quickly as possible before Lucifer comes out with a fuck ton of the mini ducks before running infront of you.

Lucifer and Alastor stare at each other before Lucifer almost fucking launches at his ass for yelling at you

You instantly having to hold him back

“Listen you find these fuckers easily right? Help me find them and I won’t have to kill your little girlfriend”

“Haha fuck you. I’d love to see you try. I’m looking on my own terms “

Yeah he highkey didn’t want to take that chance regardless but he wasn’t lying when he said he was looking on his terms. Him bringing the ducks back to you as he found them

You counting them but Angel distracting you so much you had to double count everything like four times.

When he found them all the hotel surprisingly didn’t burn down, which caused almost everyone to give Husk money

“Hah.. old cats still got it”

Yeah Husk knew it wouldn’t be that dramatic considering if it had any involvement with you, or Lucifer, Lucifer could’ve easily fixed the building before it got to the point of that

He is fucking good

Alastor making the ducks dissolve in thin air once you counted them all and confirmed they were all found and Lucifer mourning the loss of his ducks while you and Charlie awkwardly comfort him.

Alastor instantly going back to his room with the worlds most irritating smile

“Please when you have this.. duck hunting again..you have it NOT HERE”

“Well that went better than I thought..”

And that was the end of the Great Duck Hunt of the century

It was the most fun Lucifer ever had.

And to see Alastor in that state was the icing on the cake.

He loved you so much and was 100% going to make himself a trophy since he found them all

It’s just the little things you do or even in this case the big things that make him appreciate you even more

Especially if it involves pissing off Alastor my god you got hella bonus points for that shit

Lucifer Taglist: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @katshyperfixations @aphestina @satansmanager @irethepotato @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel valentino x reader #Hazbin hotel Lucifer x reader

[mutual-monsters]

implications

Pairing: Roommate!Joe x M!Reader (agab not specified)

TW: dubcon, dark-ish/yandere themes, stalking, possessiveness, mention of masturbation (m), p in ✨ambiguous genital✨, creampie, slight praise, Joe is a major creeper

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 777

A/N: A combination of two asks–

“Hi, happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you enjoy it.

If you’d like, I’d love some Joe Goldberg smut, but only if you’re comfortable with writing it, of course. Honestly any plot I’ll love, but here’s a prompt if you’d like:

M!Reader catches Joe in their house, and confronts him. Joe tries to play it off, but reader doesn’t buy it. Something along the lines of “if you want me just say it” happens and, well, one thing leads to another.”

and 

“I am dying for a smutty Joe Goldberg x reader fanfic, maybe where they've been friends for a long time and finally Joe gets what they both want? Thanks 🙂”

It was just supposed to be a quick trip– in and out and never seen, never heard. He just wanted to break in look around for a while and maybe take a few things make sure you were safe. It was so simplistic; be in, be around, and be out before you were back from work.

Only, he hadn’t factored in the possibility of you coming home early. 

He had already looked through the dresser and under the bed when your car pulled into the driveway, but was too preoccupied with your laundry bin to hear the faint but audible click as the deadbolt unlocked. And, consequently, he was too busy shoving a pair of underwear into his bag to hear the sound of your feet padding gently down the carpeted hall, into your room and–

“Joe?” You ask, staring in amazement at your roommate as he rifles through your things, “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

He stops, questioning if this is real, and then briefly berating himself before turning to you with a, “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, no? Then, what is it? Because it looks like you’re stealing my boxers.”

This wasn’t the first time you had caught him in here, just the first time you’d confronted him about it. You had known he had been breaking into your room, and you had definitely noticed the missing underwear, but never did you actually think you’d see him in action.

“No, no, no, no! I swear, I just– I lost a pair in the wash and I came in here to see if maybe one of mine got mixed in with yours…” He trails off.

“Joe,” You start, closing the gap between your bodies as you speak, “It’s not that I don’t understand why you would do all of this, but if you honestly wanted me, you could’ve just said something.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, still in a state of fight or flight. A long pause. You speak up again.

“These walls aren’t as thick as you think, Joe.  I know you think of me when you fuck yourself.” A beat. “And I know you do it every night.”

His face, flushed red now, burns under the scrutiny of your words. Your eyes crawl over him, waiting for him to respond.

“I know you moan to my name to yourself when you think you’re being quiet.”

“I have not by any means meant to–”

“Do you have the blue ones? With the ducks? They went missing about two weeks ago and I’d really love to have them ba–”

His lips crash into yours, too preoccupied with the concept of finally touching, holding, possessing to care about formalities. 

His hands move to fumble with your jeans, pulling them off, pushing you toward the bed. His pants, too, now, drop to the floor as you pull off your shirt, him following suit. He looks you over, fully acquainting himself with your naked form, gathering the words to say, before finally, “You are everything.”

A slight chuckle from your lips, “Maybe to you.”

“Are you sure you want this?” Parts of him still don’t believe that this could possibly be real.

“Of course.”

He pushes himself inside you, basking in the feeling, the texture of your skin, your smell. He waits a moment, lost in the feeling, before bringing himself back, compelled by your request for him to move.

He’s slow at first, acclimating to feeling. His eyes search for yours, with pupils blown out and full of adoration. He is in more than love, more than obsession, morethananywordintheEnglishlanguage and he needs you to know.

As he picks up the pace, his lips rush to your neck, desperate to mark you, to make you his, and then to your ear whispering, begging for you. 

“Tell me you love me.”

You can barely get a word in before he speaks again.

“You don’t have to mean it, just– please.”

You don’t think, you just say it. 

“I love you, Joe.”

This sets him ablaze, igniting a feral side of him.

“Again.” He demands.

And you do. “I love you”.

It’s enough for him to come undone, coating the inside of you with himself, claiming you, he tells himself. He stays in the moment, bringing you to your own edge, and then absorbing the feeling entirely. 

He thinks, to himself, while still inside you, of what he’s just done, of what you’ve just done, 

of the implications. 

He looks down at you, again into your eyes, infatuated, and says, holding back a smartass grin– “I suppose I could give you those boxers back.”

#joe goldberg x reader #plus sized reader #male reader #joe goldberg x you #tw dubcon #tw stalking #joe goldberg smut #joe goldberg x male!reader #roommate!joe goldberg

[hongjoongscafe]

I surely believe that Seonghwa is a boob man, so any fic where he's completely obsessed with his s/o's big breasts would be highly appreciated

him sucking, biting, licking her soft flesh (especially the nipples), I'm down for that at any given time😵‍💫

and oh my, I know he'd love to get a good, sloppy titjob(sign me up🙂)

just imagine this Seonghwa

looking down at the reader while she does her job😩😩😩 lord have mercy

Not the pictures, babe🤤🤤. I hope you enjoy this🫣

Girls

Bitch hour

Pairing: seonghwaxreader

Warning: boob obsessed, lactation kink, spitting, cum eating, use of the word “daddy” just once.

...

“You are the prettiest, you know that, right?”

Seonghwa made you sit on the kitchen island, with him standing between your legs. Your top was somewhere on the floor, leaving him with his favourite sight to see every day and night.

He let his emotions handle him, and his hands cupped your voluptuous breasts and kneaded them in his large hands. Pinching your nipples, pulling at them.

He let his emotions handle him, and his hands cupped your voluptuous breasts and kneaded them in his large hands. Pinching your nipples, pulling at them.

Your chest heaved for air, arching it more into his hands. His name bulge was poking your thigh but he wanted to devour your juicy tits and give them his whole attention. They were teasing him.

“How dare you have these? Do you have any idea how they fucking turn me on? The fucking audacity,” he dipped his head and caught your nipple between his teeth. He bit it and lapped his like around it, sucking it as if he was trying to get you to leak milk out of them.

His raspy voice said, “imagine these girls filled with milk… Fuck,” he moaned and sniffed your skin, “I can tell it would taste the best.” he slapped your tit, making it jiggle. His cock twitched in his pants, seeing your tit. His cock and he himself were obsessed with your tits. He could suffocate himself between them forever.

He captured the other nipple while teasing the spit-covered nipple. He knew your nipples were the most sensitive spot on your body or, well, not forget your pearly clit which was now throbbing between your legs, begging for attention.

“Daddy,” you moaned when he nibbled on your nipple. His free hand was tracing your spine and pulled you impossibly closer, taking more of your soft meat in his mouth.

He left big red and purple bruises wherever his mouth was. His cock was begging for attention. It was leaking globes of precum, soiling his boxers.

Seonghwa groaned at the pain his cock was giving. He picked you up swiftly and took you to your bedroom. He made you kneel on the bed, just perfect for your boobs to be levelled with his cock.

The belt clung when he removed it and unfastened his pants and boxers.

His big and fat throbbing cock slapped against his stomach, hitting the spot just below his belly button. The slick attached with his to the spot where it got. You were quick to pull him close and lick it off for him.

He chuckled, “so eager, baby?” he grabbed your boobs, “but it's time to use these girls,” then he spat just between your boobs, using his cock, he lubed your sternum and the inner sides of your boobs with his spit. “Hold them together for me.”

Your hands grabbed your boobs and squeezed them around his heavy cock. His slick dripping on your boobs. Your breath hitched feeling him move and slowly fucking your boobs.

Seonghwa brought his hands behind his head, relaxing his bulky muscles. He looked down at you with hooded eyes and scrunched his face in pleasure. “Baby, your boobies are so ducking warm,” he bit his lower lip and started thrusting faster. Your bruised boobs were slippery enough for him to pump his throbbing dick easily.

His eyes fell on your perky nipples, “if your boobs were full of milk, they would leak while I fuck them. Your nipples would be like your cunt, no? Leaking even at a little touch,” he closed his eyes and made a mental image of your boobs leaking milk, your skin shiny with it. He would rub his cock over it and make it all wet. He moaned at his filthy thoughts. The image of him licking it off your boobs and sucking your tits and filling his mouth with your sweet juices, “hold them tighter,” he squeaked, thrusting his hips harder. His head kept rolling the picture of the droplets running down your swollen boobs. Your already big boobs will look much heavier and so full of milk. “Fuck,” his cock twitched between your boobs, “can't wait to see your tits full of milk.”

His words went straight to your pussy. It was throbbing and begging to be touched. But the way he was talking and fucking your tits, you didn't need anything to make your cunt happy.

His pubic hair was tickling your boobs and his balls were hitting the underside of your boobs. You took out your tongue and started licking his head whenever it popped up. His slit had his precum pooled over him, you happily slurped it up.

“I'm gonna cum,” he warned. To bring him to his climax soon, you squeezed his cock tighter and licked harder. His cock head was the most sensitive after the underside of his cock.

“Fuuuckk,” he groaned and thick and long ropes of cum shot out of his slit. It painted your boobs and your chin and cheeks, some of it landing on your lashes.

Seonghwa looked at you and chuckled. His thumb cleaned your lash and then he sucked his thumb, making you moan. He pushed you back and got on top.

His face came closer to your boobs and his long tongue licked off all of his cum and cleaned you. His lips then found your lips and enveloped them. You could taste him on his tongue. This made you moan in his mouth. Your tongues were battling together and then he pulled back.

His fingers hooked around your panty and pulled it down. A long string of your cum and slick was there on your panty and cunt.

“Look at your cunt coming without any touch,” he caressed your wet cunt.

“Hwa,” you whined.

“No worries, baby. Next time, will make this cunt milk my cock.”

.....

#seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez seonghwa smut #ateez smut #ateez

[rozaceous]

mariko, violence, and the meta of violence in fanfiction

ok so it’s apparently not enough that i write the most indulgent kind of fic, but now i’m writing an essay about my fic. this got so long, abt 2k total. if i said sorry, it’d be insincere, but at least no one is making you read it?

i want to piggy-back off the post i made earlier this week where i was talking about how mariko was not well-adjusted, and was, in fact, doing extremely poorly. what this post turns into, however, is an analysis not only of mariko’s relationship to violence and her subsequent trauma, but a meta-analysis of how violence is treated in canon more broadly, and how that ends up translating into fic. because, and i mean this in a way that is distinctly not about tooting my own horn, i’m approaching violence with a different lens than what i've found in a majority of fic, but also in a way that is unique to SI fic.

‘to continue being alive is also an art’ starts in medias res ch 1 with mariko haring off to the confrontation at the bridge in wave. we find out later, she’s fresh from just having killed people for the first time. kakashi and mariko have their little chat abt it in ch 2, but it’s treated as done and resolved afterwards. it was self-defense, she was protecting others, she was justified and shouldn’t lose sleep over it.

mariko also kills during the chuunin exams itself (members of the sound team) and during the finals (she on-screen beheads a foreign ninja). there’s a sort-of killing w the itachi puppet in ch 15, and a mention of sasori, but otherwise we don’t get any particular details of her killing people until the events of ch 17, where she kills danzo and the rest of the elder council, as well as whoever was caught in the bombings. (i’m going to word-of-god this for everyone right now and tell you that there were people caught in the bombings, just like i will confirm that she’s killed other people in the interim of the time skip.)

from a writing-level, i approached violence in a very specific way. most of the violence is off-screen and mentioned as a retrospective; what occurs on-screen i tried to keep brief and matter-of-fact. graphic, maybe, but not gory. i also try not to play violence as something that’s done for laughs, like how sakura will beat naruto up in canon when he annoys her. (we’ll come back to this.) and a lot of this has to do with how mariko herself deals with violence.

i mentioned in that previous post, that mariko grows up in a militaristic culture where violence is a norm and acceptable, as someone who is not actually a kid who can be acculturated into that thinking in the same way. mariko comes from a culture and personal history where interpersonal violence is abhorrent. she tries to duck out of canon events and any requirement of violence on her own part by being a medic, but the team assignments (the narrative/me, if we’re wanting to get meta abt it lol) prevent her from achieving this relatively more peaceful role.

when mariko gets assigned to team seven, she has to get real comfortable with violence real fast. she’s already befriended naruto (and hahahaha you may remember that she does so by punching a guy 🙂) and she cares about kakashi and sasuke. she’s come to the realization that this is her lot, these are her people, they are her responsibility. as she notes in ch 2, she’s not good enough to solve her problems without killing. this is also to say, she’s not good enough to problem-solve without violence. it’s beyond her capacity and skill when the stakes are as high as they are. let’s also consider that caring about everyone is a luxury that mariko cannot afford, widespread mercy is potentially a death sentence, and so she narrows that care down to a handful of people. and so if she’s taking the well-being of her teammates as her ultimate good, she will absolutely let the ends justify the means.

added onto any personal sentiment is that, as far as mariko knows, if anyone on team seven dies, the entire world is fucked.

mariko one hundred percent and sincerely believes that violence is wrong. even when it’s justified, self-defense, etc., mariko views it as ugly. there may be situations where she assigns herself less blame, but she is always blaming herself for being too weak to find another way, because her (somewhat unrealistic) view is that violence is the sign that you’ve run out of other options to get your way.

however, with the stakes being as they are, and with the world she’s in treating violence as a form of currency, mariko sees violence as a necessity.

so we can see the dissonance, right? she has to use violence to protect not only herself, but the people she loves, and the entire world. and mariko’s fundamental optimism is that people are worth helping and that the world is worth saving, because if she doesn’t believe in that with her whole heart, she’d literally just curl up and die. she wants to be kind and to help and nurture and build, but her most effective tools—once again, she views using violence as a failure—are the ones she hates the most. but she has to use them. more, she has to be very, very good with them.

this isn’t a small-level dissonance, it’s a diametric opposition. so in terms of narration, mariko can’t think too much about the violence she’s enacted because it would destroy her. she knows this about herself. she hates it. but it’s necessary. and so she doesn’t think about it. and if she does think about it, she’s very clinical and writes it off as unfortunate and necessary and—well, it’s done, no use crying over it now. she’s disassociated herself from it. and i wanted that perspective reflected in the way i wrote about violence.

the other aspect of how i wanted to handle violence is from how i approach the canon. we’ve all read the fics where konoha is a grimdark dictatorship, with death and torture around every corner. and, uh, it is? it’s a fascist war machine, plainly. it’s child soldiers and state-sanctioned assassination baked into the world economy? there’re multiple instances of genocide? it’s a fucking nightmare.

i, personally, am not able to brush aside those things. i like the meta and the reading-into-things and the what-if’s that happen when you don’t take things at face value. so for me, the writer, i can’t glorify violence. there’s a reason i wrote mariko walking through the uchiha compound in the way that i did. so i’m not going to write like killing a thousand people in one go is anything but horrifying (staring at you, minato), even if i’m not interested in directly interrogating every particular instance of violence within the narrative.

but canon doesn’t approach it from this angle. for canon, this is all the quirky backdrop, and violence and killing are bad, but very few people tend to die in a meaningful sense. violence doesn’t often have lasting consequences. (this is, also, the evolution that Naruto goes through as a series, where it starts off as a critique of the state and then turns into bootlicking, but that’s another meta that plenty of others have written better than i can.) in canon, the ability to do high-damage moves is considered a cool power-up. in fact, your power level is directly correlated with your physical danger level—ie, your ability to do violence.

moreover, casual violence is funny in canon. (we’re back to sakura beating up naruto and it being treated as a joke.) these things are entirely the conceit of reading/watching canon, and it’s what we do with every piece of media. this isn’t a judgment! we are suspending our disbelief and buying into the premise of the story that gets told. and i would hardly have written over 50k of naruto fanfic if i didn’t find it innately compelling and, yes, fun.

so this is where the presentation of violence in fanfiction can get dicey, because not every author is approaching canon with the same spirit that canon itself has. i also want to make the blanket statement that i don’t think any one interpretation is right or wrong, it’s that they’re all interpretations. i’ve read and liked fics of all varieties; i’m not morality policing, i’m trying to place myself and my own fic within a broader phenomenon of how fics present the morality of violence. i don’t personally care what one fic thinks is morally good, nor do i think that a particular presentation necessarily corresponds with what the author thinks in real life, or even that a presentation has to be consistent from fic to fic. these are all lenses/perspectives, and fanfic is inherently about playing with the little details of canon and going, “And?”

so on one end, you’ll have some fics that 100% correspond with the attitude towards violence that canon has and aren’t too interested into getting into the grittier moral quandaries of the canon past what canon presents as good or bad. on the other, you’ll have other fics that will rip the morals of canon to shreds. again, i like both! it always depends what the focus of your story is!

i feel like i’m somewhere in the middle. i feel like a lot of naruto fics commit hard to either of the above scenarios from the start and i...don't (as one commenter pointed out). there's a level of progression I'm trying to portray. and, i have to say, part of the comment that @vermillioncrown left on ch 17 really resonated: “She's sunk as low as them, she's just as fucked up in this second life despite knowing another moral framework and society. And she's mud-wrestling them down at ground level lol.”

mariko ‘knows better’ but isn’t better. she doesn’t feel like she’s a good person. arguably, she isn’t a good person. she has enough of an outsider perspective to see the system for what it is, but she is still inherently within the system. she is absolutely playing the game, and doesn’t have any moral high ground. she kills, she lies, she deceives, she betrays. she harms people. her intentions might be noble, but as tumblr loves to say abt causing others harm: intention isn’t magic. mariko wants better and is trying to achieve it, but she’s in the system and can’t get out of it because we all inherently live in a society, and removing yourself from society isn’t exactly as feasible as our ideals might like.

and because tcba is, mostly, from mariko’s perspective, her understanding of violence colors the narrative. because mariko is an SI/OC, her perspective is one that is ALWAYS going to be a negotiation of ‘canon at face value’ and ‘me personally doing an analysis.’ and i think that’s really cool and interesting, which is why i’m doing it!

but—and this is not me throwing shade or getting mad or singling anyone out—this is also a take that is a little counter to broader fandom habit that aligns with ‘omg she was so badass when she killed that guy!’ or ‘yes! fuck it up!’

reiterating that i’m not trying to scold or slight anyone, bc this is the ‘canon at face value’ take, where we are supposed to see these things as badass and praise-worthy, and often these are climactic scenes where mariko is ostensibly cast as the righteous victor! and if people don’t see what i’m trying to do as different to that take, that’s also on me as the writer, especially bc, as i already said, this is a story that is trying to negotiate those different perspectives on violence. but i also want to point out that there’s more than just ‘violence as badassery’ happening. this is also ‘violence as tragedy.’

and since the meaning and role of violence isn’t a theme that’s going to go anywhere any time soon, i thought it was worth discussing.

#this is not to say that i think the narrative doesn't reward mariko for mercy or generosity. zabuza and haku as the prime examples ofc #and i hope i made this clear? it got so long. #kudos also must go to verm bc it's our discussions that always filter through to everything and some of this was probably their words #but i so would love to talk more abt this if anyone is so inclined #tcba #tcba meta #rozisms

[pastelwitchling]

Could you do a continuation of chapter 31 in part one of your one shot collection please? I love that you are doing these. It's the highlight of my week reading your stories 🙂

@ashleymarie1684

Sequel to this fic.

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              Alex’s head swam.

              He’d wondered when he’d first woken up in the dark and dingy space if they’d filled the room with water, anything to explain the rushing in his ears, but no. It was whatever drug they’d doused him with that was bringing him in and out of consciousness every couple of hours. He had no idea what time it was, but assumed it was some time in the morning. It had been the middle of the night when his father’s soldiers had crashed into his cabin.

              The memory brought on another that had Alex yanking and gritting his teeth against the constraints around his wrists and ankles, keeping him tied to the chair. Kyle. He was supposed to have come by when Alex had been taken. Had he managed to miss the soldiers? Had he come after all, in the wrong place at the wrong time, and was being kept in another room? Or worse, had they seen Kyle, decided they didn’t want any witnesses, and . . .

              Alex shook his head at the thought, eyes shut tight against the fear clouding his senses every time he imagined Kyle in danger. The only person who’d stood by Alex, who wanted him, now in trouble because of him.

              Then he heard it. Footsteps. Alex tensed, listening intently to the strange voices. Some men he didn’t recognize, some he did. He shook in his chair.

              “Hey!” he snapped, the beating against his temples making it hard to breathe, but he was thoroughly pissed and didn’t care. “Assholes! Is my father too scared to see me himself? WHERE IS HE?!”

              A low chuckle, a scoff, and Alex’s fists trembled. He was so angry he couldn’t help but think of Michael then. If he was here, he’d be able to yank these ropes off with a flick of his finger. He would blow the door off its hinges and blast those men apart. Some alien powers would be really helpful right now.

              Would Michael even know that Alex was gone? Would Kyle have told him? Of course he would’ve, because Kyle was fine and worried somewhere far away and safe, and he would’ve wanted any help he could get to bring Alex back.

              Then a frightening thought struck. What if Michael didn’t care enough to come?

              Alex grit his teeth against the possessiveness. Thoughts of Michael were even worse. He heard more muffled noise from outside, and he ducked his head, bracing himself to either start screaming again or guard himself from whatever horrors followed through that door. Then—

              Alex looked up suddenly as a scream wrenched the air, eyes wide and brows furrowed. The men at his door said something incoherent and their shadows disappeared from the hallway as they ran in the direction of the shouting.

              Alex listened intently, shifting in his chair as much as possible, but it was bolted to the ground. His heart hammered in his chest, but he held his breath, his military training kicking in as he tried to discern what was going on.

              More thuds, more indistinct screaming, and silence. Alex felt like the very air had turned still. Then his door burst open and he gasped, straightening in his chair as none other than Michael Guerin stood in the doorway, looking like a demented angel out of hell in a cowboy hat.

              “G-Guerin?” Alex blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

              Michael exhaled a shaky breath, storming up to Alex, his hand held up. Alex’s constraints fell away and Michael pulled him up by his forearm, looking him over for injuries. His fingers were trembling on Alex’s arm and his jaw was clenched tight enough to draw blood as his other hand gently traced the bruise on Alex’s cheek.

              “Guerin,” Alex murmured, “what—”

              Michael cut him off by yanking him into his arms, his hold on Alex like a vice, keeping him close. His whole body shuddered as he slid a hand into Alex’s hair, face buried in the crook of his neck. “You’re okay,” he breathed. “You’re okay.”

              “Yeah,” Alex murmured, confused and afraid and overwhelmed with another feeling that he didn’t want to go near. Michael was here. He had come. Should Alex have been so shocked? “Yeah, m’okay.”

              “It’s okay,” Michael said again, holding Alex tight enough that it hurt to breathe, his fingers gripping Alex’s hair at the roots. If Alex didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought that Michael was trying to reassure himself that Alex really was safe.

              This was confirmed when Michael pressed his lips to the shell of Alex’s ear, sending shivers down his spine, and promised, “I’m going to look after you now. No one else will ever touch you again.”

              Alex’s hands shook. What was Michael saying? Had he forgotten everything that had happened between them? Had he forgotten that he’d left Alex waiting for him in the cold, only for Alex to go to the Wild Pony and find him kissing someone else? Had he forgotten that he’d broken Alex’s heart beyond repair?

              Because Alex hadn’t. No matter how badly wished he could.

              He put his hands on Michael’s waist, about to gently pry him off, when someone else followed him into the room. Max, Isobel, and—

              “Kyle,” he breathed, and ran from Michael’s arms into Kyle’s open embrace instead. “You’re okay,” he whimpered, hugging his shoulders, all his Air Force captain habits out the window as his best friend stood before him, unharmed. “Thank God you’re okay.”

              Kyle hugged him tight, almost picking him up off the floor, and Alex melted into his embrace in a way he couldn’t against Michael. Kyle was a safe blanket, warm and comforting, and Alex knew this was someone he could count on. He smushed his face against Kyle’s shoulder, not caring who was watching as he pressed his lips to the side of Kyle’s neck and breathed in his faint tree scent. His best friend, his safe haven, was here and he was okay.

              “Alex,” a choked voice said somewhere behind him, and Alex, bruised and weak and tired, couldn’t deal with it. He just wanted to go home and go to bed, and forget the entire night happened.

              As if hearing his thoughts, Kyle gently pulled back and murmured, “Hey, look at me.” He cupped Alex’s jaw, thumb grazing the edge of the bruise on Alex’s cheekbone, and Alex’s shoulders scrunched. Kyle glanced at Michael over Alex’s shoulder and looked back at Alex before he said, “Let’s get you home.”

              Alex swallowed his gratitude and nodded. No matter what else happened, at least he had someone who really cared about him.

              *

              Alex wouldn’t look at Michael.

              Kyle wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him out of the abandoned building Michael had dug up in his search through the Project Shepherd files, but Alex stayed glued to Kyle’s side, as if afraid of being without him for a second.

              As if Michael was going to hurt him if he wasn’t under Kyle’s protection.

              “Michael,” Max quietly hissed, “you’re levitating the damn cars.”

              Michael swallowed, fists clenched so tightly that his nails carved into his palms, his eyes never moving off Alex, even as Alex’s never came near him.

              When they finally got him back to the cabin, Alex started to reach for a broom before Kyle grabbed his arm and demanded, “Bed. Now.”

              “But—”

              “I’ll take care of this. Go.”

              Alex’s eyes softened and his smile turned so unbearably fond that after he’d disappeared down the hallway and his bedroom door closed, Michael said, “I’m helping.”

              Kyle didn’t look the least bit surprised, and he sighed. “I figured.”

              They were hours into clearing up the debris from the break-in when Kyle suddenly asked, “Why’d you do it?”

              Michael smirked bitterly. “Kiss someone else, you mean?”

              “No, Guerin,” Kyle stopped sweeping, fixing Michael with a weary look. Now that they knew that Alex was safe and sound, all the fight seemed to have drained out of him. “Why’d you leave him waiting? You knew he was there,” he shook his head. “How could you do it? How’d you live with yourself?”

              He didn’t sound angry or outraged, but genuinely curious. Like he couldn’t imagine anyone being happy having turned their back on Alex. Maybe it was that honesty that made Michael want to share his own truth.

              “I didn’t,” he said, and set his own broom aside, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “It wasn’t about kissing Maria, okay? You were right, it was about hurting Alex, and . . . I wanted to hurt him. He cared about me and he loved me and I hated it because . . . it was just that much more to lose.” He smirked. “I’ve never had anyone like Alex. I pretended to get angry when he kept leaving, but it was kind of a relief. I didn’t know how to hold onto someone like him, and if he left and he hated me for it, then I could blame him and stay angry.”

              Kyle stared, considering, then he scoffed. “You didn’t just hurt him, Guerin,” he said simply. “You killed him.”

              Michael’s smirk cracked, and he nodded. “I know.”

              He tilted his head, and said, “Do you regret it?”

              Michael glared. “You already know the answer to that.”

              He nodded. Then, to Michael’s surprise, asked, “What would you do to get him back . . . and keep him this time?”

              “I . . .” he shook his head, confused, traitorous hope climbing his chest. “Anything. I’d do anything.”

              Kyle looked away, apparently thinking hard. His lips pursed and his eyes shut in resignation, and he said, “You better mean that, Guerin.”

              *

              “No.”

              “Alex, I’m not asking you to go on a date with the guy,” Kyle said. After his conversation with Michael, he had gone to Alex’s bedroom, and was unsurprised to find him lying in bed with his eyes open, wide awake. He wanted to believe that Alex was awake because he was thinking about Kyle in the next room, but he knew it had less to do with him and everything to do with the angry cowboy on the other side of the door. Kyle was too nice for his own good sometimes.

              “Kyle, no.”

              “Just hear him out,” he said now as he sat on the edge of Alex’s bed.

              “What’re you doing?” Alex demanded, turning to face him, a plea in his eyes. “Why’re you pushing him on me?”

              “Alex—”

              “You’re supposed to be my friend, not his. You’re supposed to care about me, not him.”

              “What do you think I’m doing?” Kyle said, chuckling fondly despite himself. “What do you think this is? Alex, you miss him.”

              He clenched his jaw. “No, I don’t.”

              “You love him, and you’re denying it just to punish him.”

              “No, I’m not.”

              “And that would be fine,” Kyle said, taking Alex’s hand in his. “Hell, you know I can be a vindictive bastard if I really want to, and I can’t stand what he did to you . . .” he hesitated, licking his lips, “and if it was only punishing him, I wouldn’t say anything. But you’re hurting yourself, and I can’t let you do that.”

              Alex’s lower lip trembled and he shook his head, but he didn’t say anything. The last of Kyle’s hope shattered, but he swallowed the pain down. This was about Alex, damn it. Someone had to put him first, and this would be Kyle’s last chance to do it.

              “I thought,” Alex’s voice cracked, “I thought you wanted me.”

              Kyle looked down. That. That was enough to almost break him, because the hope was unbearable. “I do,” he whispered, a confession he would never be able to make again. “And if Michael wasn’t here and your heart didn’t already belong to him, I would kiss you right now, Alex. But he is, and it does, and I won’t let you sacrifice what you want because of fear.” He cupped Alex’s cheek briefly, then let his hand fall, and managed the barest of smiles. “You’re too brave for that.”

              *

              Michael was wringing his hands outside Alex’s bedroom. Kyle had left half an hour ago with a single warning to Michael to “fix it, Guerin. Because this’ll be the last time I ever walk away from him. Understand?”

              Michael had said nothing, but knew the threat when he heard it. If he messed up with Alex again, Kyle would be there to fix it instead, and he wouldn’t use Michael to do it. The thought was enough to make Michael open the door, wincing as the wood creaked. Alex sat in bed, one knee pulled up to his chest. He rested his forearm on it, eyes outside the window at the now setting sun. He looked exhausted and miserable. Michael knocked softly.

              “Can I come in?”

              Alex’s shoulders fell, like he’d hoped Michael had left, but nodded anyway. Michael shut the door behind him. If Alex was going to kick him out, Michael would make it as hard as possible. He came around the bed to sit a mere few feet away from him when Alex’s eyes shifted, and Michael moved to sit by his ankle instead.

              They sat in silence for a long time. Alex didn’t look willing to speak to Michael, and Michael pursed his lips. “You hate me that much, Private?”

              Alex sighed, and looked away. Every inch of his body looked tense, like he might either attack or leap away if Michael tried to touch him. He played with his fingers, dirt under the nails, unwashed grease still clinging to his wrists. Alex used to love his touch, lean towards Michael whenever he was close like he couldn’t help himself.

              “Only Valenti gets to touch you?”

              “He doesn’t hurt me,” Alex said, and Michael flinched. He hated how fair the accusation was.

              “Alex—”

              “Stop,” he shut his eyes and turned away, hugging himself as if to keep a shield between himself and Michael. “Just . . . I don’t need to hear it, Guerin. I can’t . . . I can’t hear the excuses, I can’t listen to the apologies, and I sure as hell can’t give you my blessings, if that’s what you want, because I don’t want you to date anyone. I know it makes you miserable, but I . . . I can’t give you to anyone else. You’re mine. You always have been and you always will be, you’re just mine, Guerin. No matter how much we both hate it, I can’t let you go. And I won’t. So if you want to be with Maria or I don’t care who, you’ll have to do it while my heart breaks, and live with that, just like I will.”

              Michael stared. And stared and stared and stared. Alex still wasn’t looking at him, but his knuckles were white on where he was grabbing his arms, and . . . he wasn’t letting go. He wasn’t taking any of it back, or kicking Michael out, or handing him over to anyone else.

              Michael’s eyes burned and he sniffed, looking away only long enough for Alex to finally glance at him, like he was worried Michael would fight him on it. As if Michael wanted to be anywhere else.

              Michael sniffled, roughly wiped his eyes, then he wordlessly took Alex’s face in his hands and crashed their mouths together.

              “Mmh!” Alex moaned against his lips, and Michael swallowed the sound down. He tried to pull away, but Michael tilted his head and slotted their mouths together, deepening the kiss. He cupped the back of Alex’s head safely before it hit the headboard, Michael hovering over him in his clothes, both knees bracketing Alex’s legs as his hand cupped his cheek, devouring Alex’s mouth with all the pent-up frustration and misery and hope and love he’d been holding in the past several weeks, months, years.

              “Don’t stop touching me, Private,” Michael whispered against his lips when they pulled back to breathe, his voice choked and pleading. “I might die if you stop touching me.”

              Alex searched Michael’s face, looking—there was no other word for it—afraid. He brought his hands down to tentatively take Michael’s waist.

              “But . . . you . . .”

              “Never let me go,” Michael said, eyes shut as he pressed their foreheads together, “because I’ll never let you go either. Ever again.”

              That was all it took, as always, for Alex to understand Michael’s every thought and fear. Why he’d done what he’d done and what he’d really wanted. His lower lip trembled, and Michael thought his heart would truly shatter if he ever made his Alex cry again.

              But then Alex hugged Michael more closely to him and against his lips, with a ferocity befitting only the bravest Manes man, said, “You better not, Guerin.”

              And he kissed him, gripping Michael’s waist as their tongues slid against one another and Alex arched his body up into his. Michael pulled away only to take his jacket off, and as Alex helped him quickly unbutton his shirt, said, “By the way, you ever leave me to hug Valenti instead and I swear to God, Private . . .”

              Alex scoffed, his eyes darkening as they fell on Michael’s bare chest. “I think we still have some ways to go before you can start being possessive, Guerin.”

              Michael laid down on top of him, kissing each of his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, and brow raised, in all seriousness, he said, “Start?”

              Alex laughed, and Michael kissed that too.

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Happy malex Monday ❤️

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[theflyingfeeling]

Why I think Niko/Tommi is an amazing ship - The essay

In this literary masterpiece and research I will focus on why Niko and Tommi would make an amazing pair. Facts are based purely on assumptions of their characteristic traits and on my own subjective insight of their personalities. <3 I am also only inclusively focusing on them two and not on others in the band.

Characteristically I think Niko and Tommi would compliment each other very well. They are both introverted, whereas Niko is more outgoing and social and Tommi likes to keep his public distance. Niko tho had multiple times brought it out that he needs lots of alone time. So this has given me a picture of a CEO-guy who will handle the public image like a pro and wants to keep all the strings in his hands and go against anyone who dares to give him or his friends a hard time. And then he will hibernate in his own corner to charge the batteries and observe the situations and analyse what would be the next step forward. I feel like Tommi is an observer too, and reads people around him very well. He notices stuff and comes up with simple plans to avoid/solve/maintain the situation X and helps Niko to plan their next theoretical moves.

Tommi also gives me storyteller vibes. His using of Finnish is somehow so rich and again: his observer-nature supports this too. He knows how to keep stories interesting with the word-choices (which is most likely unintentional, he has just learned to talk like that) and intonations and rhythm of his speech. And Niko the lyricist and creative mind would love to listen Tommi talk and either relax listening it or let the inspiration wash through him. Tommi could talk hours and Niko wouldn't get tired. And similarly Tommi appreciates Niko's ability to come up with lyrics and melodies and prefers to fall asleep to his voice. Also they both have the worst (=best) sense on humor so they will just try to outdo each other in horrible dad-jokes and situational comedy.

Lastly I want to meantion that their size difference is so hot!?!?!? Niko would fit just perfectly in Tommi's arms! Also we have seen couple of video-clips of Niko being manhandled and that man likes being roughed up a little bit. Who is better to pin him against the wall/mattress/kitchen counter than a big and strong drummer? 😌 Otherwise I think they would both just enjoy quiet, mundane and domestic love where they can fully embrace their need of their own space and just quietly love each other. 🥰

Loppu

omg 😭😭😭 I love you, Niko/Tommi anon <3

a literary masterpiece indeed, because I for one am now fully convinced they'd be a great match 🥺💕 they really do seem more alike than one might imagine at first glance, and it's obvious Niko adores Tommi - then again, who doesn't? 🥰 your observation about Tommi's storyteller vibes vs. Niko's lyrical genius vibes is an excellent one and it reminds me of Niko's tweet about Tommi saying he's most definitely not gonna invite any of his bandmates to his wedding (<3) but they do get an invite to his funeral to carry his coffin made of lead (<3), and yeah, it's safe to assume Niko giggled at that for hours with hearts in his eyes for Tommi 😂🥰

If you don't mind, dare I also add what @johnnyporko and I talked about in the DMs that night you sent the first Niko/Tommi ask: they're both the hermit type of guys you know, so it's easy to imagine them retreating to some cottage in Lapland to chop some wood and have sauna and go skinny dipping in the lake and read in bed together in the evening (perhaps some old Donald Duck comics) 🥺

and yeah, the notable size difference was also mentioned 🙂

#thank you for such a thorough shippy essay anon 🥺💖 #have a nice saturday 🤍 #answered asks #anon asks #nikoxtommi

[petrichorpaws]

This noodle has made running four laps around the sun look easy-breezy.

For the past year alone, he has been my rock from not leaving my side during surgery recovery to teaching me some hard truths about my handling skills, to letting me cry into his fur when I needed it most. I’ve learned so much about training, emotions, and acceptance thanks to this dog.

I’m not getting to write this until midnight, but we didn’t do too much on Friday. It was extremely wet and windy, and noodle boy doesn’t enjoy the rain. Especially surprise downpours! We stopped at CJ’s work to visit coworkers and grab him some gifts: a fuzzy duck toy, a horse toy, a chew, “oreos” for dogs, and the pup-pie, of course.

This week he’s made a new friend, made strides in his confidence/security, shown us where he’s at emotionally, and made me laugh more times than I can count. I will always cherish how he melts into my touch, his head relaxing and his limbs sinking into me. Seeing him lean into others in his inner circle, asking for pets, and demanding their love gives me so much joy! I know he especially loved his ring-rib-rub from @bones-n-bookles today hahah.

It’s unlikely we’ll be trialing this year since I have my other foot surgery coming up and I’m starting school. What’s most important to me is spending time snuggling together, listening to the hum of the ceiling fan and the crickets in their tank. Hiking together surrounded by ferns, creeks, and trees full of hidden wonders. Soaking up the rays of the afternoon sun in the cool grass. Sharing ice cream together. These mean so much more to me than any competition could because it’s where our energies intertwine – we’re happiest together and that’s all I could ever ask for.

Thank you bubby for being my heart dog, for making me laugh and worry and reflect. For making me feel. I have so much more to learn from you and with you! Our journey is only beginning.

Here’s to many more laps around the sun, my boy!

PS – you may notice us calling him Kaloo now rather than Kalfu. After giving it time and thought, I know in my gut, my brain, and my heart that it’s inappropriate of me to have named my dog after a vodou lwa, a powerful one no less. It’s incredibly important to me that I am respectful and aware of my impacts, so the name change commences! Kaloo is a name for Abrus precatorius, otherwise known as rosary peas/jequirity/Indian licorice, etc. It has bright scarlet seeds that can be toxic when ingested but can help swelling topically. Its leaves may be steeped in tea to relieve coughing or sore throats but can be toxic if handled improperly. In other words: handle with care, much like him. Having a plant-based name feels fitting for him, a dog that connects me to the earth, and it’s very similar sounding to his previous name. I anticipate folks will be respectful of and celebrate this new name with us. 🙂

#kaloo #idi #BORKDAY #text post

[chariaki]

Kitchen clutz

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Ah yesss. Here you are, in your matching duck pj's with your boyfriend, Rintarou, laying on his bed on a warm afternoon watching a crime film, while eating....

Well.....

Food, i guess?

Is it even still worthy to be called food ?

Gordon Ramsay would definitely slap me when he sees my burnt cake. — you say to yourself.

"it's hard to bite, too sweet, and lacks eggs. "... your 'sweet & supportive' boyfriend says without hesitating. 🙂

—But he still eats it nonetheless. Even though, you, yourself, know that it is in fact terrible.

heh.

"love you, babe. "

*CRISPY crunching noises*

......

"love you more."

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Mhm.

You were such a darling born to be clumsy in the kitchen, and so it's always a life threatening descision for rintarou to even let you use his kitchen when you claim that "I swear i know the recipie this time, and I'm gonna follow it and not burn anything!! 😁"—you say proudly for the 102893rd time, ignoring the fact that on your 102892nd time you totally burned the cupcakes AND accidentally broke your boyfriend's oven. yes. hehe. And this time, its your attempt number 102894th, and well.... Yes. Yes. YES.

But! 🍑

Even though yu may not have great cooking and baking skills like others, at least you have a hotter boyfriend than them 😙.

HAH.

BEAT THAT, WORLD!!

HMPH.

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This fic was totally not inspired by today's incident where i, your dear author, tried to bake a simple cake with simple a recipie, BUT, failed pathetically.

Hahaha.... I literally only had to add egss, but accidentally cracked them on the ground, and when it was time to cook it in the oven, i let it sit for too long... and... Well.... .you know what happened next.

Except, all of that but without a rintarou boyfriend 😔

*sighs*

Love, Charis. 💕🌼

#haikyuu x yn #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #suna rintaro x reader #hq suna #fypツ #suna rintaro fic #suna rintaro imagines #haikyū!! #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarou #suna x you #haikyuu #suna x reader #haikyu x reader #suna fluff #hq headcanons #hq imagines #hq fluff #hq x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x you

[chirp-a-chirp]

Ikemen Prince: Magic

Prompts: Gardens

Prince: Leon

Fluff Rating: Leon, you’re alright with a bag of sugar for dinner instead of steak, right?

Hopefully not too late to participate @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess 🙂

…

Sniff Sniff

Emma turned her head, ears straining to hear the sound. Ducking behind a rose bush, Emma found a small red-headed girl sitting on the grass, hugging her knees as she rubbed her nose on her dress sleeve.

“Why are you crying sweetheart?” Emma crouched down and put a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Do you know where my mama is?” Tears fell as the girl lifted her head.

Emma held out a hand to help the girl up on her feet. “What’s her name?”

“Mama.”

Oh dear. “Well, I’m sure YOU have a name. One as pretty as you. What is it?”

“Lily.” The girl grasped Emma’s hand as the pair began walking—Lily’s hand was sticky from…Emma chose not to inquire. The Castle’s rose gardens were teeming with people—the gardens were opened to the public courtesy of Leon. Sariel had put a moratorium on Leon’s escapes into town until he finalized a number of documents (the paperwork was never ending, not caring how charismatic one was). So Leon, in his typical fashion, brought the townspeople to him.

After some preliminary questions about what Lily’s mom looked like and where she last was, Emma smiled at the girl. “We’ll find your mom.”

“How?” Lily sniffed loudly as she stared at Emma.

“Magic.” Emma squeezed Lily’s hand.

“Magic?”

“Magic,” repeated Emma. “Every person who loves another has a little magic in them. A spark.”

“They do?!” Lily was no longer crying.

“Yes. When someone loves you, they have a sparkle in their eyes that can’t be extinguished. With that magic, you can never be lost for long.” Emma gestured to the people in the gardens. “Let’s find the woman whose eyes light up when she sees you.”

After a few minutes of searching, a woman with long red hair ran towards Emma and the girl. “Lily!” Her frantic eyes widened with relief as she clasped Lily to her chest in a fierce hug.

“Mama!” Lily dropped Emma’s hand and wrapped her arms around her mom.

“Oh thank goodness, now I can tell the prince—” The woman stopped speaking as Lily pointed her finger dramatically at Emma. “Oooh, you have LOTS of magic!”

Emma blushed as Leon walked up to the trio. Leon’s amber eyes shown with warmth as he gazed at Emma. “I was helping search for this little one for a while.” Leon nodded towards Lily and grasped Emma’s hand. “Somehow, I’m not surprised you found her first.”

Lily swiveled her head to stare at Leon. “More magic!” She wiggled out of her mom’s arms and clapped her hands. “Were you lost like me Mister?”

Leon flashed an impish grin and tussled Lily’s hair before answering her seriously. “Yes. But this lady here found me.” Leon then lowered his head, whispering so only Emma could hear.

“The real me.”

#ikemen cybird #ikepri leon #ikemen prince #ikemen prince leon #leon dompteur #fluff

[twdg-and-stuff]

hi there buster. I love your work so I thought I'd request something of TWDG.

Could you write the season 1 gang finding an abandoned toddler reader? Like the reader is 2-4 years old, and they just found them completely alone? You can write the characters you're comfortable with writing (and it's platonic ofc, since the reader is a toddler)

I hope you're alright, have an AMAZING day 🙂🙂 don't mind the fact I'm anon, I normally do that when requesting somewhere for the first time.

Hi! This is adorable, i hope you like it! Have a nice day/night!!:) and I’m so glad you like my work!

Lee was super surprised

How could a toddler live this long in a zombie apocalypse?

He’d take care of you either way

He teaches Clem how to take care of you

He would never ever let you go outside the motel gates

And he honestly probably only trusts Katjaa and Carley with you

He is so worried that you’re bit

But he’d obviously still take you with him

He would let Katjaa babysit you

And Katjaa might teach Duck to care for you

Tbh he might teach you some curse words😭

“Y/N, can you say F-U-C-K?”

“Fuck!”

He really wants you to grow up strong so you can survive

Aww baby clem is adorable

Clementine thinks you’re so adorable

She always babysits you with Katjaa

And she’ll teach you to draw and press flowers

She feels so proud when Katjaa lets her babysit you alone

And she takes care of you like a mother would

Overall Clem loves having a toddler around to take care of

And if Duck did something wrong

Let’s say hold you in his arms or something

She’d get mad and show him how to hold you properly

She thinks you’re the cutest thing ever!

She loves babysitting and taking care of you

She also loves teaching Clem and Duck to care for you

You remind her that there’s still good things in the world

And if Kenny teaches you a curse word she’ll get mad but also think it’s hilarious

“Kenny don’t teach a toddler that!”

You remind him of his sister so much:(

He might get a bit sad around you because of his little sister

But he still takes care of you

And makes sure you’re not in danger

Overall Ben hates being reminded of his sister but tries to take care of you best he can

#the walking dead #the walking dead game #twdg #twdg fanfic #twdg headcanons #fanfiction #twdg season 1 #twdg ben paul #twdg lee #clementine twdg #kenny twdg #twdg katjaa

[chocolatechimsugakookie2]

Things I feel Jesse would do and say (Basically headcanons🙃)

I feel like Jesse is the type of driver to be parked away from everyone. Like if he is at a store, he’ll park in the far lot instead of in front of the actual store.  he likes the feeling of being able to get out his car smoothly and when he’s ready to leave, he hops back in and goes without worrying about anybody else.  And believe me when I say it pisses him off when those annoying people choose to park next to him when there’s so many other parking spots! He will walk up to his car and stare at the other car, for a good minute like, “……..😐” and say, “now why the hell would you park your ass right here when there’s 50 MILLION OTHER SPOTS!!!!”

I said this before, and I’ll say it again DO NOT walk into his art room without knocking, or you will get hit with a piece of clay! He’s likes to work without interruptions, especially if he is doing something like making a certain art piece or writing a song, so definitely give him a fair warning, like knocking if you need to say something or he will get frustrated 😭 his aiming is on point, so please duck if you open up the door 

He will stay up writing songs high on coffee!! and when the members try to get him to stop and get rest he is always like “I can stop when I want….. and I don’t want😐”

Locks people out of rooms as a joke and on purpose.

*in the practice room*

Z: Okay guys we can take a 10 minute break.

Tae: *huffing and puffing* FINALLY 🫠

Z: It wasn’t that bad🙄

Ro: you made us do the wholeee choreo 7 times in a row!!!!

Jesse: yeah I can’t feel my legs

T: when can you ever feel your legs old man?

Z, Ro, Tae: AHAHAHAHAHA *dying noises*

Jesse: …………😐 ha. Ha. Very funny

T: *smirking while popping his collar* Yeah I know I am😏

T: I’m headed to the bathroom

Z: don’t take long, I want to do the choreo one more time

Ro: ughh of course you do 🙄

*walks out of the practice room door*

Jesse: *runs up to the door and locks it* Idiot ass, now try getting in

Ro: *laughing* don’t do him like that😂

Jesse: he wants to be funny? well shit I can be funny too🙂

Z: *Snickering*

*T walks up to the door and tries to open it*

T: Ayo! Let me in

Jesse: NO!

T: WHAT?!? Why?

Jesse: Tae go tell him that “his ass is not welcome”

Tae: say it just like that? *slightly smirking*

Jesse: *nods* yes just like that

Z: *shaking his head* that wasn’t a good idea😐

Tae: *runs to the door* Jesse said that yo broke stupid punk ass can’t come back in! You’re officially unwelcome bitch!

Ro and Jesse: *jaw dropped*

Z: I told you it wasn’t a good idea.

He always say things like “…Actuallyyy” “wellll if you think about it”. “yeahh I don’t think that’s right”. Because he lives for correcting people specifically T because that boy can say the craziest things

Another thing he does is call out people out on their BS (mainly T again) if someone is a telling a story and Jesse himself was actually there and he hears a whole part that never happened he will tell the truth with no hesitation “umm yeah that is not what happened😂”. “Now you know damn well no one said that”. This one time T and Jesse were out and about and some fans came over and one of them asked T to do a flip, and he did 3 but he did not land the 3rd one AT ALL, but of course he told the rest of the members that he did “3 flips in a row and looked so cool and the fans were loving him”, but here comes Jesse “No they weren’t!, you landed on your ass the last flip and it got quiet as hell”

Something that Jesse always says is “Y’all are acting worse than my children” whenever the members are being crazy and childish which is VERY HYPOCRITICAL because Jesse can be very childish at times (which the other members love because most of the time Jess worries about being the mature oldest too much) anyways he is sort of like Jin from BTS, he is the oldest but sometimes can be the youngest at the same time😭

Something that he does is smack the back of the members heads when they say something stupid, about to spoil something, get on his nerves or just feels like hitting someone

*In an interview*

Interviewer: so what are y’all most excited about for the upcoming tour?

Tae: for me seeing all the 4Townies, and I like exploring the places that we go to even if we already been there before there’s always something new and there’s always a place that we weren’t able to go to the first time so we kind of get a second shot at things!😁

Z: of course the 4Townines like Tae said, but also just being able to perform, I just like doing it you know? And also food

Ro: definitely agreeing on the food part but also the fans as well especially since we’re going to more places than last time, so we get to see even more 4towines than before 😄 but also shopping, I always find good pieces somewhere.

Jesse: I’m excited to see the museums I always try to find one wherever we go but most importantly, of course, the 4Townies it’s always a great experience seeing them! Especially to hear them sing the songs with us just feels nice.

T: 4TOWINES FOR SURE MAN!! to be honest everything about this tour is what I’m excited for, but I’m also really excited for the 4townies to see the new choreo for-

*gets cut of by Jesse smacking him in the head*

T: OWW! What was that for? *rubs the back of his head*

*everyone gives him a look*

T:🫢 oh… nevermind there is no new choreo for anything 😀

*gets hit in the head again by Jess*

He’s the type of person to say “bless you” before somebody sneezes so like if somebody looks like they’re about to sneeze (we all know that face) he’s already going to say it 

Even though sometimes the “oldman jokes” gets on his nerves sometimes. He will not hesitate to pull the old man card if he does not feel like doing something. “Hey Jess can you go with me to the store?” *sighing* “that’s a lot of walking for my old man bones”

As usual, there’s more to come! Next is Tae and then Robaire! And then my first series will be finished😄 always feel free to send in request or message✨

#4town jesse #4town #4 town #4*town #4townie #4town headcanons #4 town headcanons #4 townie #4town aaron z #4town robaire #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town imagines #turning red 4town #turning red #4town turning red

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Hey are you going to write a fanfiction of the five nights at Freddy's x darkwing duck comic you used to to?

It wasn't really a comic, as it was more of a slapdash convergence of ideas in no particular order, set in a "What if QuackerJack and Darkwing got telephorted into the FNAF Games and had to work together to beat them and get back home?", all centered around these core rules:

Darkwing is a self aware gamer

QuackerJack is not

Darkwing would definitely be aware of the lore

QuackerJack is increasingly concerned about the mechanics of this universe the more he looks into it

Darkwing is annoyed with QuackerJack's antics that keeps worsening the situation, such as accidentally equipping the animatronics with chatterteeth, or fixing the servos while tinkering with them

QuackerJack is willfully ignorant of the reek that's coming off those animatronics, especially while taking a pipe wrench to them

Darkwing is not concerned whether or not QuackerJack actually bothers to cooperate with him

QuackerJack has decided if he ever meets Afton, he's going to kneecap him with a Louisville Slugger

It was mostly just added to whenever a moment sprung up on my brain. As much as I enjoy both franchises, I don't really know if a proper crossover would be viable in a story narrative. DWD is a superhero comedy series, and FNAF is a horror series, and while it's amusing to connect dots not intending to be connected... I don't think the DWD characters would fit very well in the established universe setting.

Funny talking ducks probably don't mix well in a chapter book setting hinged on a serial killer who stuffed his young victims into robot suits that were later possessed by the restless spirits of said victims. At some point, the crossover would have to acknowledge the elephant in the room, and honestly, I'd imagine Darkwing and QuackerJack would be horrified and disgusted about WHAT exactly is making those suits stink. Or what is going on underground. Or how cursed Hurricane, Utah is. Or the general Pandora's Box that is the Aftons. 👀

It just works better for as a "What if they're the player character stand-in" instead of trying to shoehorn them into the more narrative driven plot. Pictures and script dialogue just fits the goofy surface the games give off. I can just see Darkwing tapping the tiles on the wall like a keypad, y'know? 😅

If you want to write something inspired by the idea, go on ahead. 🙂