#homie just inspires me man i tell you what

[berberriescorner]

Hello! Stoping by to tell you I love your Husband/Father!Rio mini series. I know you don't take request, but was just wondering if you plan on giving us anymore glimpses of this cute little family? I love the way you write them. Hope you're doing okay and feeling better.

I'm doing okay, love. Good days and bad days, but I'm pushing through. Thanks for asking💜! I hope you're doing okay as well!

You're in luck, love bug! I cooked something up for them just the other day. The idea came to me, and I just had to get it out😆. I had planned to post it the other day, but I just didn't have the energy.

When I tell y'all this was the most frustrating mood board I've ever worked on🙄. I had it exactly to my liking and went to save...nothing happened. I tried everything before giving in and hitting the refresh button. Lost all my progress and had to start from scratch. That being said, enjoy, comment, and stop being scary with that reblog button😆🧡!

Inspired By💜🧡:

“It Be Your Own Blood”

Snickers filled the room, making way for the side eye your husband gave his two eldest daughters. His eyes moved at a snail’s pace before landing on you. Rio kissed his teeth as he watched your shoulders bounce up and down in silent giggles. You did everything to hold the laughter in, but his reaction made it difficult.

“Ain't a damn thing funny about any of this, mama,” he rasped.

Rio groaned as a tiny hand collided with his thigh. Sucking in a frustrated breath, he looked down, eyes settling on your third and youngest daughter.

“Daddy! You said a bad word. You’re not getting any dessert tonight. Gon’ miss out on all da candies,” she scolded, finger wagging in his direction.

“Alright, little miss thing. You're about to lose candy privileges as well. Are you supposed to be putting your hands on other people,” you reprimanded.

Her head tilted to the side, confusion written on her face. Big amber-colored eyes stretched with realization. “Sorry, Daddy,” she offered in a sweet baby voice.

“It's all good, baby girl. Daddy ain't mean to say a bad word.”

Rio noticed you and the two oldest rolling your eyes, hands flying in the air.

“Now, what I do?”

“These babies got you wrapped around their fingers.”

Just as Rio was about to argue your point, baby boy piped up, reminding him why he was irritated in the first place. The agitated toddler yanked at his pant leg. They eyed one another as his cute, chubby little hands stretched toward your husband. 

“Bae! Up!”

Laughter filled the room once more. You locked eyes with your husband. He side-eyed you as he picked the bossy toddler up.

Your husband nodded towards the chubby tot, “This is what I’m talkin’ about. These little goons talkin’ to me crazy.”

Rio’s brown orbs stared into identical eyes. “Aye, listen, little dude. You’re my mans and all, but you gon’ stop with this bae mess. Can you say Daddy?” Rio pointed at himself and enunciated slowly, “Daddy.”

The little tyrant giggled, shook his head no, and shouted, “Bae!”’

“Listen, little man, we ain't about to be roaming this neighborhood, decked out in the finest of costumes, with you hollering bae at me every five minutes.”

His little feet kicked as he bounced in his father’s arms.

“Baebaebae,” he retorted, doing a little jig.

“How old was little mama when we finally got her to switch back to daddy from bae?”

“Christopher, baby. He's in his terrible twos. Baby boy’s going to do what he wants. Don't fight it, bae-.”

“You do realize you're the problem. That's why I like it when you call me da-.”

Your hand connected with the back of his head softly. “Christopher!”

“I’m just saying, sweetheart. You got my boy over here thinking that’s my name. Put Daddy on repeat, and maybe he’ll get it right. Use my other nickname more often. Papa–that I can rock with.”

“You do realize the more you fight it—he’ll continue to say it, right?”

“All these kids are petty like their momma. It be your own blood, for real. I thought you was the homie, son,” he teased the babbling toddler.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. At least people will know not to try them,” you sassed.

Rio’s face lit up at that. “You right, mama. Come, kiss Daddy,” he demanded.

“Baebae!”

“That’s opp behavior, son. Do better,” he chuckled as he rubbed his hand across your growing bump.

He kissed, leaving a playful bite on your bottom lip as his free hand grabbed a handful of your round, plump derrière. “I love this green dress on you, mama. I’m feeling this—what are the ladies callin’ them these days? Bust down middle parts,” he quoted. Rio stared at you lustfully, “That honey blonde lookin’ good on you, darlin’. He leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “Wear it to bed tonight.”

“Calm yourself, husband. The children are present.”

Rio bit his lip, nodding his head in appreciation. “Who are you dressed as this year,” he questioned, stealing another kiss.

“Pregnant Beyoncé, duh! You know this is giving very much Queen Bey. Don’t play with your girl. You ain’t gotta worry, b-Papa.” You twirled strands around a finger, biting your lip, “This is an install. You have plenty of time to enjoy her in private.”  Leaning closer, finishing in a mumble, “Can’t wait for you to come up with a name for this alter ego.”

“You need to bust out the red joint again. I’m anticipating a visit from Red Ryder soon,” he insisted.

Clearing her throat, the eldest child brought you two back to more important matters. You chuckled, “Sorry, loves. Let’s revert to more important topics such as these beauties.” Pointing at each child, oldest to youngest, you explained their costume. “Please believe if I’m going as momma Bey, you gotta have Blue and Rumi. Then we have the beautiful Little Mermaid—Halle Bailey’s version, of course, and last, but most certainly not least—Sir Carter.”

“Mama, is this why you got me dressed in black tie? Let me guess—.”

“Yep! You Billionaire Hov. You’re not a businessman. You’re a business, man!” you boasted, popping your tongue. “Minus the cheating, of course. You know not to play with me. Sorry, Bey! Shade but no shade.”

“BAE!”

“Let’s go before this little menace says it again,” Rio sighed. “Everybody got their Halloween buckets?”

He looked toward the oldest, and she took the words out of his mouth, “Make sure you hold your sister’s hands. I know, Daddy.”

Rio continued, “Remember-.”

“Always say Trick or Treat, be polite, and don’t hustle anybody for extra candy. Daddy, we got this, chill,” she finished once more.

His head tilted to the side as he mumbled, “Got a response for everything. Stop laughing, mama. She’s not that funny. Everybody, come on. We out.”

Did you cackle? I hope so😜! Rio, wifey, and children are such a trip😆. Please be sure to show your girl love, my sweet babies💜🧡.

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics

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[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Homie Hopper pt 1 - Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x Gasly!reader - Pierre Gasly x sister!reader - Lando Norris x Gasly!reader - Yuki Tsunoda x plantonic!reader

Summary: Pierre’s sister has been friends with Charles all these years too, and after she oversteps and gets bitten. He finds himself guilty and sorry for it. But nothing feels worse than when she sets out to make him eat his words.

Beginning to notice that Charles is a bit of a homie hopper if rumours are true and I felt inspired to create a story with a character that calls him out and maybe leaves him realising he’s avoided feelings.

Use of y/n

Part 2      Part 3     Part 4     Part 5

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Pierre is the biggest gossip. Spreads rumours more than the media and fan pages. 

So of course he tells his little sister everything. Even if sometimes she wishes she didn’t have to learn about his best friend’s less than admirable morals when it comes to dating.

Pierre and y/n have four years difference and despite him always trying to shoo her away in younger years. He’s came to want her around all the time and often drags her around the world to each Grand Prix just so he can have some family close and since she doesn’t work. He decided she would be the victim.

“Hold on, so Charles broke up with Charlotte because he wanted to focus on his career. But now he’s dating one of her friends? Is this not a bit...deja vu of what happened with Giada?” Y/n questions with a frown, not liking that her brother’s friend seems to be showing a repeat of history. 

“You should speak to him.” Pierre declares knowing that his little sister is not afraid to knock sense into him when it’s necessary and Charles has known both the siblings for a long time. They grew up together. Charles would listen to y/n, even if he might not like what she has to say.

Y/n knows that Pierre really wants to say something but Charles would only dismiss him with a playful but stern manner. 

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Y/n wasn’t exactly seeking Charles out. But when she saw him she may have sped walked towards him with some intent to call him out.

“Charles.” Y/n calls making him turn and smile, flashing those dimples at her which almost makes her forget why she’s even trying to talk to him.

“Y/n, how are you? I haven’t seen you for a couple races, have you been hiding from me?” Charles jokes though it’s true, somehow she’s ended up spending time with Lando this season, much to Pierre’s annoyance since he strongly believes that she should not tempts a driver’s attention.

“Oh just around here and there. I was wanting to catch up though, are you free?”

Charles looks like he wants to say no but really can’t bring himself to got the simple short word past his lips.

“Of course. Of course. I was going to work out, are you ok to come with me?”

Not fair. How is she supposed to focus on calling him out when he’s working out?

“Uh...Y-Yeah, that’s fine.” 

Going to the makeshift gym set up in his motorhome, y/n tries not to look completely uncomfortable watching him. This man is godly, he must’ve been made by Aphrodite herself.

“Pierre mentioned you have a new girlfriend.” Y/n starts hoping to get the conversation rolling. “One of Charlotte’s friends...”

“You sound like you don’t like her already.”

“I just think...you’re choosing to not learn from history.” Y/n shrugs a little before clearing her throat a little when he looks at her with a blank expression that might not tell her exactly how little he wants her opinion but it gives her a hint. “You dumped Giada to focus on being in Ferrari then nearly immediately moved onto Charlotte who was her friend and then you dump Charlotte for the same reason to focus on Ferrari after season that you weren’t happy with the outcome of and move onto another girl that is Charlotte’s friend. Do you not think that you maybe you should try being single for longer...or at least not date friends of your exes?”

“Weren’t you cheated on by your ex?” Charles asks making her almost flinch back at the coldness of both his tone and his question. 

“What does that have to do with this?” Y/n laughs a little trying to let it slide as as if she doesn’t really care. 

“I just think perhaps if you cannot even keep a man interested in you enough for him to even bother dumping you before he moves on, it might not be your place to comment on who I choose to date.”

That was just intended to hurt.

Especially when she was cheated on over the winter break and the wounds are still pretty fresh and raw. It was a long term relationship that she’d had since she was 15. Almost 8 years together and he cheated on her.

Pierre wanted to kill the man and if y/n hadn’t begged him to stay and console her then he probably would’ve. But his sister’s request of him not leaving her side took priority till she was feeling well enough to peel herself from the sofa.

To say the least, Charles knows the extent of how hurt y/n was over the whole thing so to bring it up and use it against her feels like a low blow and way too harsh for what she was trying to achieve. Especially since she’s essentially speaking on Pierre’s behalf too, but he won’t say anything for this exact reaction.

“I was trying to be a good friend...trying to be honest with you. Sorry.”

Y/n has always tried to pride herself on being honest and a good friend, to anyone and everyone. Charles knows that y/n came to him with good intentions and hoping to make him see some sense. But he is a grown man and he doesn’t need his best friend’s little sister coming to tell him that he is making a mistake.

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Walking out of the motorhome area y/n can’t stop the few tears stinging her eyes and when she’s caught by Yuki, Pierre’s former teammate. He doesn’t even try to hide his concern. Moving to hug her tightly since the two formed quite a bond over the span of Yuki’s two years in F1. 

“Why are you crying? Who do I have to beat up?”

“Oh...no one I just...I’m overthinking.” Y/n dismisses as he tightens the hug, then shakes his head. “I’m fine.”

“Food always makes me feel better. Let’s go find some food.

Trust Yuki to provide a solution that is actually going to work. He might have a bit of a 0-100 temperament but he’s just as protective as Pierre.

If Pierre discovers what Charles said, it’s going to cause a rift that y/n doesn’t want to be centre of but if he asks and y/n lies, he’ll speak to Charles about whatever she says which means there’s no getting around it. Instead she might just have to dodge her brother to the best of her ability.

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[jester-lover]

First Years with an Artist Girlfriend

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of insecurities, bribery, terrible attempt at a southern accent

Ace Trapolla

He is a deeply annoying boy when it comes to your artwork

“Y/N, hey- Y/N! Draw me! I’m pretty cute yknow!”

He thinks you look very cute when you’re all focused in, messy clothes and hair, doodling everything you see

If you actually take the time and draw him, he’ll be EMBARRASSINGLY flustered, literally hand covering mouth, redder than his hair, shaking, homie is in heaven

Deuce Spade

He is so comforted by your presence

Deuce is accustomed to more vicious behavior in life, but not you, you relax him

He’s the type of guy to stand behind you as you draw, just staring in awe

He would rather die than ask, but he hopes that you draw him somewhere

“You have a really great talent, I hope I can be around to see you flourish.”

Epel Felmier

Wowie

He’s probably the least invested in your artistic talents, but he will commission (bribe) you to help him distract Vil with your artistic talents

You do end up drawing him, because he’s an aesthetically pleasing looking guy, but you try to up the masculinity a little bit to make him happy

He finds watching you work really captivating, he’ll often just…lay there and watch you work, the sound of pencil hitting paper is soothing after a hectic day

“Just stand right there and let’em look at what yer making. Just long enough for me to slip away!” (I am so sorry southerners I’ve tried and I’ve failed)

Jack Howl

Opposites attract huh?

This boy absolutely adores having an artist girlfriend, he is the best person to use as a living reference, he’s SO good at standing straight for long periods of time

Will get so giddy if you show him your sketch book, he thinks it’s such an honor! Jack will sit there, tail wagging, just ever so carefully turning each page in pure awe

“So where did you get the inspiration for this one?”

Sebek Zigvolt

He’s so difficult istg🙄

He’s a great boyfriend, but he feels the need to question everything you draw like he’s a toddler

Why are the eyes shaped like that? Why is the nose so high up? Why do you only use this paper with these paints?

The questions never end with this crocodile man

That is until you tell him straight up that you literally don’t know why you do certain things, you just do

Now he’s on about how humans are so weird, just kiss him ffs

Jokes aside, he does absolutely adore it when you draw around him. He’ll turn his head to the side and watch you, but if you notice, he’ll flip his head right back around.

He never asks for you to draw him, he COMMISSIONS you to draw LORD MALLEUS in all his GLORY

He pays very well

“I’ll pay you as much as you want to paint a 3x3 foot portrait of the Young Master! For a human, your skills are exemplary!”

(I bash Sebek because he’s my favorite.)

Thank you for reading! I apologize for any dialogue discrepancies, I’m still getting comfortable with doing dialogue.

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[whatacaitastrophe]

Is It Over Now - Chapter 11

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "I Wanna Be Yours" - Artic Monkeys

Chapter Warnings: Oral Sex, MxF sex, blood drinking, brief mention of past suicide attempt

Spotify Playlist: Here

Chapter Notes: if you have read this fic, liked it, reblogged it, or left comments THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. keep the comments coming bc i love hearing your feedback (and like tinkerbell, i need applause to live). also, if you feel so called to support me in other ways, here is a link to all my other socials, including my twitch channel, "all my homies hate mystra" merch i created (lol), and a donation link <3

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Chapter 11: Breathing in Your Dust

Fallon is furious. With Gale, yes, but even more so with herself. 

First, she’s angry that she let Gale have even one dance with her at the ball, on what was supposed to be her night with Astarion. She should have asked him to explain right there in the library, to the both of them and then sent him on his way. Second, now that she knows where Gale has been, what he’s been doing ( who he’s been doing), she’s angry with herself for wasting two years of her life on that man. One year loving him so unconditionally, only for it to be thrown back in her face: and one year mourning their relationship and what could have been. She almost killed herself because of someone she meant so little to in the end. 

More than any of that, she’s angry with herself for not hearing Astarion out. If she’d just given him a chance to explain, Fallon’s conversation with Gale would have been far shorter and then she and Astarion could have gone back to their evening. He withheld the entire truth from her, but the vampire’s intentions were good. She should have listened. Lastly, she’s angry with herself for kicking Astarion out of the suite. His comment stung, but Fallon knows her choice to speak to Gale alone (or even give him a chance at all) hurt Astarion just as much as his insinuation that she is a whore. 

But even when Astarion was protecting his own heart by flinging precise insults in her direction, he’d told Fallon he would come back. He’d been willing to give her a night to cool off, and instead of walking away, she kicked him out. 

Now she could only pray to gods she didn’t believe in that when she finds Astarion (if she finds him), he’ll let her apologize. 

Fallon is a blur of chiffon as she flies down the stairs of The Elfsong living quarters towards the tavern. Maybe Devlon has seen Astarion, and maybe Astarion deigned to tell the barkeep where to find him, should anyone ask. Maybe—

Maybe Astarion is sitting at the bar with a sullen look on his face, nursing a goblet of wine with a half empty bottle to his left. Fallon stops in her tracks and stares for a moment in shock. Astarion came back. Even after the horrible things she said, the horrible things he said… he’s here. 

He’s here, and Fallon is now more certain than ever that she does not deserve this man. 

The sound of her heartbeat, or the scent of her must have revealed her presence to Astarion, because after a moment his body goes rigid as he stares into his goblet. When he looks up, his eyes immediately go to Fallon, she sees something there that Fallon isn’t sure she’s ever seen before. 

Hope. 

They may not have a mind connection through the tadpoles to speak to one another anymore but this time, without Gale there to cloud Astarion’s perception of the situation, it doesn’t matter. When Fallon stares back at him with an apologetic expression and a slight nod of her head, Astarion understands:

Fallon only needed to speak to Gale so she could send the wizard on his way. 

Astarion shoots to his feet so quickly he almost knocks his barstool over, and in less than five paces, he’s standing in front of Fallon. Fallon opens her mouth to apologize to him verbally, but before she can say anything, Astarion’s mouth is pressed against her own in a deeply passionate kiss. Fallon throws her arms around his neck and kisses him back, trying to convey how sorry she is in the way she moves her mouth against his. 

Somewhere in the tavern, somebody whistles, but Fallon barely hears it. The world dissolves around her and the only person she’s even remotely aware of is Astarion, and the way he grabs the backs of her thighs, bunching the skirts of her gown to pick her up and carry her out of the dining room. Fallon breathlessly pulls her lips away from his and looks at the man she’d fallen in love with as easily as breathing. “Astarion, I’m so sorry. I was horrible and cruel and you didn’t deserve any of it—“

Astarion stops walking halfway up the stairs and smirks at her. “Fallon, as much as I adore hearing you admit you were wrong, I’m a little busy at the moment making sure I don’t drop you.” He presses his mouth to hers again and continues climbing the stairs to the second floor. 

“You can put me down, you know.” she mutters against his lips and he laughs softly.  

“Now why would I do a thing like that when carrying you all the way back to our room is purely for the sake of letting everyone in this whole bloody place know that you are mine .” Fallon groans into his mouth as he kisses her again and they keep moving. Fallon has no idea how he’s even able to concentrate enough to get them back to the suit safely, never mind that he’s also doing it with his eyes mostly closed. Regardless of the how, it’s incredibly hot, and Fallon can already feel the heat pooling at the apex of her thighs when Astarion claims her as his, so she’s not really in a position to ask questions. 

Once outside their suite, Astarion presses Fallon’s back against the wall and holds her there. He releases her mouth from his and turns his attention to her neck. “Whilst we’re muttering apologies,” he presses a singular kiss on her neck. “I’m sorry for what I insinuated about you and the wizard earlier. You didn’t deserve that, either.” 

“I’m more than certain you will find a way to make it up to me.” Fallon hums. A soft moan leaves her mouth when she feels Astarion’s teeth scraping against her skin. 

“Likewise, darling.” he nips at her neck teasingly and returns his attention to her mouth. Astarion opens the door with one hand easily once they start moving again, and he kicks the door shut with his foot once they’re inside. That’s as far into the room as the two of them make it before Fallon feels her back against the wall again. 

Now that they are out of the public eye, all politeness (if one could even call kissing her passionately and carrying her through The Elfsong Tavern back to their bedroom “polite”) is thrown to the wind. 

“I have been thinking about all the places in this suite I want to have you,” he groans into her mouth and biting down on her lip and tugs, then soothes the spot with his tongue. “To taste you. To make you mine ,” he growls the last word. “For days. ” 

Fallon whimpers and shifts in his hold as she tries to press their bodies even closer together. “Just days?” she manages to tease. Astarion bites down on her bottom lip a little harder. 

“Weeks, really, but especially after our little tete-a-tete on the couch a few nights ago,” Astarion gently releases Fallon from his grip, not letting go until her feet are steady on the floor. Once they are, he pushes her roughly back against the wall and pins her there with his arms on either side of her. 

He leans down and presses a kiss just beneath her ear. “I’ve been thinking about the way you moaned my name and I wasn’t even trying that hard. It got me thinking… what kind of sounds will you make for me, how loudly will you scream my name, when I actually put in effort?” 

His words send a shiver down Fallon’s spine and her knees wobble. Astarion grabs her hips to keep her steady and laughs against her skin, pressing another kiss beneath her ear. “Easy, darling, there will be plenty of opportunity for you to get on your knees for me this evening.”

Fallon would have moaned if she could remember how to speak, or even how to breathe. It’s been a long time since dirty talk did it for her this well . When the time comes and Astarion finally gives any other erogenous zone of her body attention, making her come is hardly going to be a difficult task, for she’s already halfway there on his words alone. 

Her body has transitioned from wanting Astarion to needing him, and Fallon whimpers again. “Astarion, please.” 

Astarion pulls away just enough to look at her, and he releases one of her hips, raising his hand and tucking his fingers under her chin, forcing Fallon to look at him. “Please what, darling?” he smirks, eyes hazy with lust for her. 

“Touch me, bite me, fuck me, I don’t care but for the love of the gods please do something .” The tone she’d been aiming for was demanding but instead it comes out desperate, and Astarion grins. 

“That’s my good girl.” He praises, kissing her deeply once more. Astarion’s hands are quick, and Fallon’s mind is so focused on the fact that he’s cupping her breasts and his fingers are toying with the edges of the fabric at her cleavage that she barely has a chance to realize what is happening before the sound of fabric ripping fills the room and air is hitting her bare skin. This man ripped open her gorgeous gown, that he paid for no less, without a second thought. 

“The dress…” she mutters as they kiss. 

“I’ll buy you another one.” Astarion declares, not at all bothered by the destruction he just caused. He pushes the fabric off of her shoulders and the shredded gown falls to the floor at their feet. Fallon is almost completely naked before him, with only a thin piece of lingerie covering her bottom half, and he steps back to look at her. “Gods, you’re beautiful.” he admires her breathlessly. It’s the first time Fallon has really had the chance to look at him, and she's incredibly pleased at the sight of Astarion’s stiff cock straining against his trousers. 

Slowly, painfully so, Astarion takes a step towards her and sinks onto his knees before her. Fallon’s heart rate increases with anticipation, eyes unable to look away from Astarion’s as he slowly runs his hands over her legs. He taps the inside of her left knee, willing her to spread her legs for him, and he moves closer to her. Fallon does as she’s told, and and shudders as his hands continue their journey across her skin. 

“If you could not rip those, I’m quite fond of them.” Fallon requests teasingly when Astarion’s hands reach her skimpy lingerie. Astarion kisses the inside of their thigh, and looks back to her mischievously. “I’ll buy you another pair.” he declares and the sound of tearing fabric once again fills the room, and the pile on the floor at her feet grows. 

Fallon opens her mouth to say something to him, but her words are overpowered by the breathy gasp that spills out of her the moment Astarion’s thumb passes over her swollen clit. Her hips lift away from the wall as she chases the feeling, and Astarion has the audacity to laugh. “Patience, darling.”

“You laugh now, but we’ll see how you like it when you’re desperate for me to touch you.” Fallon quips. 

Astarion kisses her inner thigh and spreads her legs further apart. “Is that a threat, darling, or a promise?”

“Yes.” 

His laugh vibrates against her thigh as his mouth inches its way up her body. Once Astarion’s face is directly in front of her sex, his tongue lazily flicks across her clit, teasing her again and Fallon whines. 

“Astarion, please .” She begs through gritted teeth. 

Astarion looks up at her through his eyelashes, the grin on his face is near feral. “Good girl, Fallon.” He grabs her leg, throwing it over his shoulder, and he braces her hips against the wall. Fallon cries out loudly when she finally feels his practiced tongue against her clit, licking her with such precision that only someone with over two hundred years of cunniligus experience could achieve. 

His fingers replace his tongue on her clit and his tongue moves inside of her and Fallon and her hips arch away from the wall again, desperate to feel Astarion deeper inside of her. She wants more, more, more, and it doesn’t even occur to her that she’s begging him for more audibly until she feels his amused laughter vibrating through her body. She’s desperate for him, for his touch, and Astarion delivers, lavishing her sex with attention until her legs start to shake. Fallon aimlessly grasps at the wall, trying to find something to hold on to, and she ends up just clawing at the wallpaper instead.

“Astarion, I— I need— I’m going to— please .” She tries to find the words to tell him how close she is, but the way he’s devouring her is so delicious that her IQ is rapidly dropping. The vampire doesn’t need to be told twice, and his tongue returns to her clit, lapping at it hungrily and he slides two fingers inside of her. The man between her legs has barely pumped his fingers in and out of her three times before the simmering volcano that is Fallon erupts, and she comes loudly, moaning her lover’s name. She’s dizzy from it, and quite honestly it’s a miracle Fallon didn’t collapse on the floor from the way her body shook. 

When Astarion finally releases his hold on her, he sits back on his knees and looks up at Fallon proudly. His face shines with her slick, and he even has the audacity to lick his lips like Fallon is the best meal he’s ever had. It’s a gesture that has Fallon ready for him again in seconds. 

“You,” she pants. “Have far too many clothes on.” Fallon holds out her hand to Astarion, an offer to help him up, yes, but she also needs him near her again. She needs her body against his. She needs his skin against her skin. As soon as he’s on his feet, Fallon is tugging at the doublet he’s wearing, clumsily unfastening the buttons in her haste to remove the offending clothing from Astarion’s body. His mouth finds hers again and they work together to rid him of his clothes, and Fallon smirks against his lips when she hears him sigh with relief as his cock springs free of its confines. 

Immediately, Fallon wants to touch him— to feel the heavy weight of his cock in her hand, to make him writhe with pleasure in the way he’d done to her. She wants to taste his cock on her tongue as much as she needs to breathe. 

Astarion, it seems, has other plans. Fallon squeaks when she is hoisted into the air once more, wrapping her legs around Astarion’s middle and holding on tightly. She can feel his hard length just beneath her backside now and wonders how easy it would be to just…shift her body so she sank down on his cock naturally. 

When they stop again, it's in their bedroom. He stops right at the foot of the bed, and sets Fallon down once more. She reaches for his cock again, desperate to play, and Astarion tuts at her. “Not yet, darling. You’re going to come for me again first,” he instructs assertively. “Turn around.” Another jolt of electricity goes directly to her core as she does what she’s told and leans forward, bracing herself against the bed. Astarion fully invades her space once more, and she can feel the broad head of his cock teasing her entrance, and Fallon shudders with anticipation. “Astarion, please. Stop toying with me and fuck me. ” 

That’s all her lover needs to hear, and he doesn’t wait a moment longer before pressing himself inside of her. They moan in tandem as Astarion pushes himself inside of her. The way he fills her is like Astarion is the missing piece that goes in the very center of the puzzle that is Fallon, and she’s finally found it after thinking the piece was gone and giving up on the puzzle all together. Astarion grabs her hips to steady the both of them before he finally begins moving inside of her. Astarion is clearly also beyond the point of teasing, for once he begins moving it’s hard, quick, and for several minutes, the only sounds in the room are from their mutual pleasure. 

“You are…so fucking perfect.” He praises her, releasing one of her hips to reach forward and take a hold of her hair, using it as leverage to pull Fallon’s torso towards him. Her back is almost flush against his chest and the new angle Astarion is hitting inside of her makes sends a delicious shiver through Fallon’s body. He’s already dangerously close to pulling another orgasm from her, and she feels his teeth against the spot on her neck where it meets her shoulder, scraping her skin slightly, silently asking for permission. She nods her head furiously and whimpers, “Do it.” There’s no use in denying anymore that Astarion’s bite turns her on, not when she used to deny it to hide the fact that she was attracted to him at all. After all, he’s already buried deep inside her so that ship had said anyway. 

Astarion groans appreciatively, and within seconds of the sharp pain hitting Fallon as Astarion’s teeth break her skin, she shatters a second time. He fucks her through it, and the rhythm of his hips gradually slows and his hands move to cup her breasts, kneading them and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while he enjoys her neck. To her surprise, Fallon does not have to tell Astarion when she’s ready for him to pull away, for he does so on his own, removing his cock from inside of her in the process. She turns around to look at her lover and she tilts her head curiously. 

“As delicious as you are, darling, I’m not done ruining you sexually yet. You being conscious whilst that occurs is extremely important.” He leans in to lick away the slow trickle of blood dripping down her neck, and Fallon smirks. 

“Good, because I’m not done ruining you sexually yet, either.” Fallon kisses him and slips her hand between their bodies and wraps her warm hand around his wet cock, stroking him slowly. Astarion’s hips stutter at her touch. “It’s not a competition, darling.” Astarion hums against her lips and Fallon shakes her head. 

“It is now,” She replies playfully, quickly kissing him one more time. Fallon lets go of his cock and steps away from Astarion. “Get on the bed. Please.” 

Astarion’s eyes flicker with lust and he smirks as he realizes she’s not actually taking control of the situation at all. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He croons and does as she requested.

Fallon wants Astarion to be in control, to make her wait or tell her no if she doesn’t ask for permission first. She wants him to tease her and tell her what to do and make her beg for it and praise her for doing as he says– because Fallon needs that as much as she wants to make sure Astarion always feels in control of his autonomy. If the day ever comes and he asks her to take control Fallon will happily oblige, but if that day never arrives she’ll also be perfectly satisfied. 

Fallon waits until Astarion is fully settled on the mattress and she takes a moment to truly look at him. His body is an absolute crime, every inch and angle more beautiful than the last and it’s entirely unfair. It’s also the first time Fallon gets a good look at Astarion’s cock. Fallon could have guessed, having already felt it in her hand and inside of her, but it’s as beautiful and perfect as the rest of him, and she wouldn’t be embarrassed to admit that her mouth waters when she sees it. 

Her eyes travel back up his body and the way he’s looking at her, with his arms folded and his hands resting under his head…it’s the hottest thing Fallon has ever seen. “Come here, darling.” Astarion beckons, and Fallon forces herself to take her time. To make a show of it. She crawls up the bed and settles herself on her knees at his waist. She leans forwards to press a sensual kiss to his lips and Astarion’s arms move out from under his head and he grabs her by the waist to pull Fallon into his lap. She lets him, but when the man beneath her tries to position her entrance above his cock, she shakes her head. “Not yet. I want to taste you first,” She tugs on his bottom lip with hers. “Can I do that for you? Please?” 

Astarion pauses and pulls back far enough to look at Fallon. There’s a surprised look on his face. “I– I can’t remember the last time someone did that for me,” Astarion stares at Fallon in stunned silence a moment longer, then kisses her deeply once and looks at her again. “I know this will sound very cliche considering you just asked to suck my cock but…I just need you to know how desperately and utterly in love with you I am.”

A wide smile blooms on Fallon’s face at the words. Hearing Astarion tell her that he loves her…it’s better and sweeter coming from his mouth than it’s ever been from anybody else, and her heart might burst. “Good, because I am desperately and utterly in love with you, too,” she confirms and kisses him again. “Now let me show you.” 

She kisses her way down his body from his neck to his hips, slowly, hoping that it properly conveys just how much she adores this man. When she comes face to face with his leaking cock, Fallon wraps a hand around the base and gives his shaft a tentative swipe with her tongue. Astarion twitches in her hand in response, and Fallon’s tongue runs over him again from base to tip, wrapping her mouth around him upon reaching his head. She can taste the now dry remnants of herself on his cock and a thrill goes through her body as she thinks about the way he was deep inside of her just minutes ago, and how he soon will be again. Fallon has no intention of letting Astarion climax in her mouth; not because it doesn’t appeal to her (it absolutely does), but because she wants, no, needs to feel him inside of her again before the night is over. 

Astarion stifles a moan as she moves her mouth along his cock and his hand finds its way into her hair again. His grip is deliciously tight, and when she feels him begin to tentatively begin controlling the movements of her head himself, Fallon moans with approval, fully returning control to him as he fucks her mouth. He’s hesitant at first, whether it’s because he’s afraid hurting her, he’s afraid of coming too soon, or something else entirely, Fallon doesn’t know, but once Astarion finds his confidence, he fucks her mouth in the same way he’d fucked her from behind: rough, hard, and Fallon is more than prepared when she feels Astarion push her head down, down, down onto his cock. Astarion moans and his hips stutter. “Fuu- Fallon , your mouth is incredible , darling. I wish you could see how good you look, choking on my cock, love.” 

He releases his hold on her head and Fallon’s mouth slides off his length as she gasps for air, replacing her mouth with her hand while she breathes. She’s ready to go back in, but Astarion grabs her forearm and pulls her back towards him. He kisses her feverishly, and flips Fallon onto her back so fast she barely has time to realize what’s happening before it’s done. Astarion quickly positions himself between her legs and, this time, there is no teasing, no pause after he fills her again. Just immediate, desperate thrusts as he fucks her. Astarion buries his face in her neck, and she feels the sting of his tongue as he licks the spot on her neck where he bit her earlier. She threads one hand through his white curls, and the other goes to his back, lovingly tracing the scars Astarion’s former master left on his body. Perhaps when they get to Asha, the coven may know of a way to rid Astarion of the damage. 

Their collective moans and the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room as they move together and she wraps her legs around his middle, pushing him deeper inside of her. Fallon can feel herself teetering close to the edge of her third orgasm of the night. “Astarion– I’m so close .” she  moans in warning. “I want– I want to go with you. Please .” 

Astarion nods and lifts his head from her neck and presses his forehead to hers. His hips are pistons now, and the rhythm is nigh on erratic. “Say it again, darling. Tell me you love me.” He whispers, and it’s like a prayer. 

“I love you, Astarion.” Fallon whispers back and lifts her mouth to kiss him passionately. Within seconds, Fallon stars burst in her vision and she feels herself clenching and pulsing around Astarion’s cock as she climaxes, with him close behind her. When Astarion finally lets go, it’s the most beautiful sound Fallon has ever heard; she didn’t think it was possible for someone to sound pretty when they came, but somehow Astarion manages it. She will forever be in awe of this man and hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him. 

The world comes back into focus and their bodies and minds slow down. Astarion does not remove himself from her immediately– for a moment they just lay there, exchanging slow, easy kisses while they catch their breath. When Astarion does finally pull out, it’s only to reposition himself on his side next to Fallon, pulling her close and wrapping their legs back together intimately. He reaches up to her face and brushes a few stray pieces of her hair out of the way. “You’re the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever known.” He confesses and kisses the tip of her nose. Fallon smiles at him dreamily, and before she can stop herself, she’s yawning. Astarion chuckles softly, rolling into his back and taking Fallon with him so her head is on his chest. Fallon traces lazy circles on his skin and looks up at him. “I really am sorry– about earlier. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Astarion looks down at her with a blank stare on his face, like he can’t quite remember what exactly it is she’s apologizing for. When the recognition finally hits, he scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully. “As you can see, it’s already forgotten, my love. I think we can call it even.” He takes her hand from his chest and kisses the palm of her hand, then her fingertips. “Not that I want to talk about the wizard right now, but I am deeply curious about what he had to say for himself.”

Fallon yawns again, wiggling her body to be as close to Astarion as possible, nevermind that there is no space of his left for her to invade. Her eyelids feel heavy, and she lets them close. “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Promise.” She mumbles, as she presses a gentle kiss to his chest and she pulls her hand out of his so she can drape her arm across his chest. “I love you ‘starion.”

The last thing Fallon remembers before drifting off to sleep is the feeling of a kiss being pressed to the top of her head, and Astarion whispers, “I love you too, Fallon.”

Chapter List

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 fanfic #astarion x tav #female tav #astarion ancunin #astarion smut #bg3 smut #baldur's gate 3 smut #baldur's gate 3 fan fic #baldur's gate 3 fan fiction #bg3 fan fic #bg3 fan fiction

[bubblystinkfreak]

what’s your take on the boys personalities? I’ve seen so many of them and I can’t really pin point yours yet!

This is a great question because I never really talked about it before tbh,, hopefully the way I’ll explain it will make sense.

For brick I wanted to mix my three favorite fan interpretations of his personalities into one, The narcissistic asshole who is surprisingly just as smart blossom, the amazing big brother/dad figure, and the goofy lowdown little shit (like in the original). I literally used to fight myself wondering WHICH PERSONALITY DOES HE HAVE,, but then I said fuck it and mixed the bitches.

The best way to describe him is a guy who loves his brothers with all his heart, who works his ass off to provide for them AND A GUY WHOS A MAJOR ASSHOLE. Like the fucker will buy you a present with his damn life savings one minute but the call you a ugly ass wrench and tell you to kill yourself the next. Like idk, I love that kind of personality for him. I imagine that he’s the kinda dude to put his all into the things he loves like his car, his brothers, and later on blossom. Idk I just feel like the lil dude is a perfectionist. I know if you hurt anything that he loves he will kill you, then your family, maybe even the dog if you have one🤷‍♀️. Yeah that’s right, real king shit, he ain’t feared for no reason.

Now let’s move on to Butch.

In my version of him, I literally just made him a crazy ass himbo. Like the man is the sweetest thing when you get to know him but other than that he is an absolute MASS TYRANT,, HE WILL KILL WITH NO MERCY (the only thing he might spare are kids) THATS IT. GOD PRAY YOU ARE NOT THIS MAN’S ENEMY. I like to think that even though he’s actually a really nice guy, he still have urges to hurt/hit things, even when he turns “good”. (Thank mth for that). Idk I just feel like it would make the most sense. But don’t forget, even with those urges he just likes making others around him smile and stuff; he also still really cares about his brothers and puts them above ANYONE else, even buttercup sometimes.

And finally, the last but certainly not least, Boomer.

Now for boomer, I really wanted to give him a different personality than what I usually see with him. In my version I made him a introverted reserved sweetheart who just likes to read books and play games. I just love the thought of the little man doing everything he can to stay out the spotlight to the point he’ll just make a fool of himself. I think I was really inspired to do this because of a character named, Marc, on miraculous.

I feel like he’ll really act like this due to to his anxiety and insecurities. Even though the boys were only joking, the “dumbest of the dumb” stuff used to really get to him when he was young. Plus he’s just a shy dude, and for some reason he think he’s the ugly one out of the brothers… and the dumbest… when butch’s STANKY ASS is right there but you know,, he’s just a insecure teen. Bubbles and brick will help with that later.

Also random bonus: I also love the thought of this dude literally running away from everyone thinking they hate him or something when most people just think he’s super cute and mysterious. Like imagine him talking to bubbles and saying, “omg why are they staring at me like that, did I do something wrong!??” But homie is just pretty and shit. Like oblivious boomer is the best boomer, prove me wrong.

If you want more examples of their personalities then here’s a old comic I made last year that can help, even if it’s short.

#powerpuff girls #ppg #powerpuff girls au #ppg au #rowdyruff boys #hc #headcanon #1o1 ask #i hope this is okay! #and makes sense…

[mingisdoll]

Ateez and Kirby

This list includes the members as Kirby characters. I totally wasn't inspired by old memories of playing the Kirby games lol anyways. This will include games I played on my old DS and my Switch lol

@newworldnet

Hongjoong - Dyna Blade

In Kirby Super Star Ultra, Dyna Blade is a huge colorful bird that will do anything to protect her children. You can fight her after fighting King Dedede in Spring Breeze. Hongjoong is similar to Dyna Blade since he'd do anything for his fellow bandmates kids. His hair has undergone so many color changes. I don't know how his scalp is holding up lol I'm surprised he hasn't pulled a Sehun yet. Only Yunho lol

Seonghwa - Dark Nebula

Originally, I had him for Dyna Blade since he was told he looked like an angry bird back in the days plus he's more motherly so it would make sense. However, I remember that his name roughly means to be a star and his name backwards means Mars. In relation to this galaxy themed thing we got going on here, I decided to choose Dark Nebula. Dark Nebula is the final boss in Kirby Squeak Squad. He's a huge black star with a single pink eye in the middle who gave Daroach ultimate power towards the end of the game. Seonghwa's long black hair is literally giving me life ever since I saw those Coachella pics and vids so I wouldn't be surprised if he put on pink eye contacts and cosplayed as his own version of Dark Nebula. Sometimes, even the brightest stars can suck you in.

Yunho - Void Termina

Void Termina is the final boss in Kirby Star Allies. I honestly had no context behind this other than the fact that Yunho is tall and big and scary only when he's mad though.

Yeosang - King Dedede

Yeosang literally looks like a fucking prince so it shouldn't be a suprise that he's King Dedede. I still remember that one video where he was able to hammer down a shit ton of nails in mere seconds. Homie is strong af so I'm sure he'll be able to swing around that huge hammer that Dedede has.

San - Marx/Marx Soul

Oof. I remember fighting Marx in Milky Way Wishes. He was this innocent little bean until he revealed his plans to control Pop Star and he turned demonic after that. This is literally San when you plant him on stage. Marx Soul is utterly fucking worse and I remember having major difficulty fighting him. I feel like demon mode San fits perfectly with Marx Soul. His stage presence is insane. Marx insane lol

Mingi - Galacta Knight

This motherfucker has had pink hair and now has white hair so I decided to put him as Galacta Knight. In addition, when I imagine Galacta Knight as a human, I envision a tall man with huge angel wings sticking out his back and the tips touching the floor, the white shield with the huge pink star in the middle roughly being the same size as Captain America's shield, the pink lance being larger than life, and the mask covering his entire face so you only see the sharp wolf eyes through that mask slit. Yeah I envision Mingi being the human version of Galacta Knight. Will he have his short pink hair or long white hair though? It's up to the imagination ig lol

Wooyoung - Kirby

You cannot fucking tell me that this man is the personification of Kirby. He's just a sweet boy with a huge damn mouth. He is softness and cuteness personified. The only difference is that he doesn't inhale everything in his path. He only screams. Maybe he can inhale San's di-

Jongho - Meta Knight

Ngl, I originally thought of Mingi being Meta Knight since he's my ult and Meta Knight is my favorite Kirby character of all time. However, I remember playing Meta Knightmare Ultra and this one scene popped up. Galacta Nova asked Meta Knight what his one wish was and of course, in true lone swordsman fashion, Meta Knight answered that he only wishes to grow stronger. In that Vanity Fair video, Jongho revealed that he was born with power and as he talked, he exuded that damn power. That's when I knew that he was more fit for Meta Knight rather than Mingi. Also, now I'm imagining Jongho as the human version of Meta Knight with his lilac hair and hands gripping Galaxia (the name of Meta Knight's gold sword) with that 49.1 kg strength, and piercing yellow eyes through the mask. In addition, I now want Jongho to dye his hair an indigo color since technically, Meta Knight's Kirby form is indigo colored in the DS version of the Kirby games.

#newworldnet #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #kirby

[luminetti]

Overdue Apostasy ༺♡༻ preview/teaser

this is more of a test since i don't have any experience with tumblr so bear with me! Feel free to leave constructive criticism!

༘⋆ Summary:

In the nation of Faerûn, a new season of love begins for the upper echelons in the nation's capital Baldur’s Gate, gathering a plethora of unwed Lords and Ladies from across the nation. For Miss Tav Neredras, the season only promises another disappointing series of suitors and failed courting, until one night she suddenly finds Lord Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep on her doorstep with a gunshot wound through his stomach, seeking discreet refuge and recovery after a devastating duel.

༘⋆ Pairing: lord!gale dekarios x fem!reader/tav

Future chapters: brief wyll x reader and mentions of (previous) gale x mystra relationship)

༘⋆Warnings: blood and bullet wounds

Future chapters: predatory/pedophilic behavior (fuck mystra all my homies hate mystra)

༘⋆Notes: set in the regency era and very loosely inspired by bridgerton (I’ve never watched it)

more info to come when the full chapter is finished!

You cursed yourself for getting in such a position as you heaved a bloodied body onto your goose down bed sheets, dark sticky crimson clinging to your skin and the front of your white nightgown. The body landed with a soft flump, leaving a suspicious looking trail of blood towards the center of your bed. Normally you were against opening the door for strange men in the middle of the night, but a gunshot wound to the stomach usually prohibited acts of violence, unless the attacker wanted to bleed out to death, so you deemed it safe enough. You made sure to grab a fire poker from the fireplace on your way back from the medicine cabinet, just in case.

The blood was beginning to pool underneath the man, signaling that if you were to do anything, it had to be done with haste. Fighting back a gag at the tangy metal aroma of blood, you undid his vest and undershirt, pulling it off and discarding it somewhere on the floor. The bullet had thankfully wedged itself near the surface of his flesh making it an easy grab with a pair of tweezers. The wound itself proved to be more of a challenge. Stitches were required to stop the bleeding, but the needle slipped around between your fingers, and attempting to wipe the slick blood off your hands just made more of a mess. After a bit of adjusting, and a lot of wiping, you finally managed a messy line of seven uneven stitches.

For the first time in the past half hour, the thumping of your heartbeat began to fade from your ears, allowing you to process what had just happened.

You took a moment to look him over. He looked around your age. Around twenty– no, twenty-one? It was hard to tell with so much hair in his face. From what you could make out, he appeared to be a reasonably attractive man. Perhaps a bit unkempt, you thought, but as to be expected at this time of night. With his chestnut brown hair, he vaguely reminded you of Clyde, your childhood dog. Though intended as a compliment, you made a mental note to keep that one to yourself when–if ever–he awoke. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that was drawing you to the curve of his jawline, but with a start, you realize you had been staring for far too long. Blinking away your daydreams, you see the scene in front of you as it truly is.

There was a body in your bed.

You frantically reach over the bed to press two fingers firmly against his neck, feeling around for a pulse. Was he even still alive? A slow and faint periodical throb against your fingertips pulls a heavy sigh of relief out of your weary body, and you slump against the side of the bed. Thank the gods.

Unfortunately, the fact he was alive did not solve the strange-man-in-bed issue. Once he had been securely wrapped in several layers of bandages–any more and he may appear mummified–you weren’t sure what else there was to do. So, you recruited the only person in the household that could keep their mouth shut. Your older sister, Euphemia. 

***

“By Jove, sister… you’ve killed a man…” Euphemia looked pale-faced and wide eyed in horror at the seemingly lifeless body and blood adorning your room.

“Stop it.” You hissed under your breath, closing the bedroom door behind her. “He’s not dead. And would you keep your voice down?”

Euphemia looked from you to the body, then to your crimson hands and nightgown. “Are you to tell me he is… sleeping?” She asked, incredulously, her voice quavering.

You sighed, exasperated. You grabbed her wrist, much to her resistance, and forcefully pressed her fingers against his neck. “There. He is very much alive. Now will you please help me?” 

Your sister sighed in relief. “Gods… He looks mauled.” She eyed your butchered stitching. “Not a slight on your abilities, of course. Spoken from a place of love.”

“You can mock me all you want when we break fast, sister.” You toss her a wet washcloth. “Make haste and get the headboard. I’ll deal with the floor.”

“I merely jest.” She replied, rounding the bed beside the body.

As she approaches the unconscious man and freezes. The cloth falls from her hand and you hear a sharp intake of breath. Startled, you jump up from your knees.

“Hells, are you hurt?” You turn, expecting to see a splinter or bruise. Alas, Euphemia just stood shell shocked, staring down towards the body. You looked at the man yourself, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Euphemia leaned closer to the body and swept the hair from his face. “I’ve seen this man’s portrait before.” She crouched beside him, studying his features. “It was in a museum of art from other nations.” Closing her eyes, she recounted the museum. “So this must be…” Euphemia turned back to you, mystified. “This is the Viscount of Waterdeep.”

You stare at her. “Who?”

“Lord Gale Dekarios.”

Author's Note:

thanks for reading! I really appreciate it :>

do you have a preference whether the full fic should use y/n or tav? (or give the reader a nickname of my choice while still technically being y/n or tav)

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #wyll ravengard #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #gale x tav #gale x reade #x reader #alternate universe #regency era #bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #baldur's gate 3 x reader #tav bg3 #wizard of waterdeep #gale romance #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios x tav #gale x reader

[dde719]

BDAY

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Namjoon x reader

WC: 1.7k

Tags:

Rough Oral sex- male receive

Photo shoot

Threesome F/M/M

Vaginal Fingering

Slight daddy kink

Double penetration two holes

Double creampie

An: This one-shot was made for my dear friend's bday. The inspiration for this fic came from an edit where JK was lying across the couch with a camera in his hand. Shout-out to the owner and Creator of this edit, you are truly talented and amazing💜. This was written to Acquainted by The Weeknd.

**Credit to the owner of the gifs**

Your bday just seemed like every other normal day but you wanted to do something special and get a photoshoot done to feel extra nice for the evening. You spoke with some friends and they told you about an amazing new photographer in town. They highly recommended him to you after many months of thought and preparations. You spoke with him on the phone to get all of the details of the date and what you're looking for. Your friend Olivia squealed, "Girl, you're gonna leave the shoot feeling like a brand new bitch." Rolling your eyes at her, "Girl, it's just pictures, Chill out homie." She starts to blush, "Uh huh, sureee... You'll see very soon." On August 16, after work, typing in his address to the studio and drove to where he was located. Driving down the bumpy roads and passing a few streets with abandoned buildings. You were turning down the music to make sure this was the building he was working out of. 

Why would a photographer work in this part of town? You thought to yourself while stepping out of the car and walking towards the building. Staring at the address on your phone 613 Euphoria Ave then at the ugly building in front of you, gulping hard when you knock on the door. A stunning man with the biggest brown eyes, and dark hair framing his face, tattoos, and piercings. Your eyes lit up, "Hello... Are you Jungkook?" He towers over you staring down, "Yeah, you're here for our session... Did you bring extra clothes?" He motions for you to come in and the halls were painted dark with small details etched in the walls, chandeliers that were made of rectangular panels. You're heels clack on the hardwood floor, and you take a deep breath, "Ugh yes... Here." Opening your bag and showing him the clothes, he deeply chuckles, "These aren't going to work." Rolling your eyes, "What?! Why not, these are perfect fo-"  "Your friends obviously didn't tell you what kind of..." His words trail off as he heads for the door, "I'll be back, wait for me here."

You plop down on the couch fumbling with your thumbs, awaiting his return. Looking at the bowl on his coffee table that held assorted condoms. You were texting Olivia:

 Just as you were about to respond again, he returned with the camera around his neck, wearing the tiniest boxers... Choking on nothing, "Fuck.... Um, I like your tattoos." He smirks, "Time to strip my dear, My next client is coming in two hours." Chuckling loudly, "Strip?! What kinda-" "You're wasting my time," licking his lips, "it's a boudoir shoot... So either get naked or leave my studio." Thankfully you wore cute underwear this evening.

Removing your pants and shirt, just as you're about to remove the shoes, he bellows, "Those stay on," cocking his head to the side looking at your curves, "I'll be right back." He brings you thigh-high stockings still in the package, and wiggles his eyebrows, "Put these on." Smirking up at him, "Yes, sir." Nervously sitting on the couch, your face is getting warm when he says, "I like your tattoo sleeve too... Now lay on your back and touch one hand to your face." Snapping some pictures he says, "Ok, now pout your lips, blow a kiss, wink." He wants you to do more advanced poses so he put down the camera and positioned your body in different ways, his hardening bulge rubs against you.

His lips graze yours and he grabs your hands, guiding them up your body and places them on your breast. He whispers, "Are you good? Feel free to do as you please so I can capture those sexy faces." Grabbing your legs and resting them on the back couch cushion and his dick rubs on your forehead. He smiles down at you, "Ahh, very good... Hold that pose." He goes back to the other couch and tells you to relax and pretend you're being fucked. Your face scrunches, "Um, is this what you do with all of your clients." He giggles while taking more shots, "Most of them," looking at you through the camera, "Open your legs... squeeze your tits together." After snapping a few more pictures he tells you there's not enough passion in your face. He leads you to his room, lays you on the bed, and makes a phone call.

"Hyung... You're still in the studio right, we need your help." You sigh on the bed with your eyes closed and can't believe what is happening. Your head shoots up when you feel the weight shift on the bed and a man speaking, "What do you need me to do Kook?" He looks down at you, "Hello gorgeous... I'm Namjoon, Nice to meet you." Smiling at the beautiful tall man with dimples that is nestled between your thighs. "Just do whatever feels right so I can get the best expressions." Before you can say anything, he roughly pins your legs down, grinding into you. The fabric of your thong was soaked as his hips rolled hard into yours. Instantly moaning while Jungkook takes pictures, Joon smiles watching you writhe from his touch and shove two fingers in your mouth. Your moans are muffled and vibrate around them. He slides your thong to the side, takes out his fingers soaked in your saliva, and shoves them into your tight wet cunt. Screaming, "Oh fuck," when he pumps them in and out of you rapidly. Your muscles squeeze around his long slender fingers while his other hand grips your inner thigh. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, leaving you wanting more, he senses this and his big plump lips lick slowly on your clit while he fingers you. He begins to hum around your sensitive bud the faster his tongue flicks. You squeeze your breasts together, biting your bottom lip, and moaning through gritted teeth.

The camera flashes, looking in Namjoon's direction, his eyes locking with yours when he eats you out. Whimpering before your orgasm erupts all over his tongue, his face. He pauses for a minute and asks, "Do you want me to fuck you?" Staring at the beautiful man on top of you, "Y-yes." He laughs at you, "Call me Daddy." Rolling your eyes, "Ughh, what?!" His large hand slaps your clit, causing you to wince in pain, "You heard me..." He rubs and soothes your aching pussy before landing another slap on it. Gripping the sheets in your hands, "Yes, Daddy..." He lines up to your entrance and pounces fast and hard into you. Your eyebrows furrow when you feel a barbell ring on his thick long shaft. Clenching tightly around him, "Oh shit... Ah-ahhhh, fuck."

He bites his lip, "You take me so well princess," his hips rapidly bounce into yours. Tears roll down your face, and you don't notice Jungkook standing closer, taking more pictures. Jungkook blurts out, "Ahh good, wrap your hands around his neck." Obiediently you listened to his command and used your arm with the tattoos on it to grip tight. You moan louder the harder he thrust into you, he grunts, "You like that." Whimpering, "YES," he pounces harder into you, "Yes WHAT! HMMM." Smiling, "Yes Daddy... Mmmm." Suddenly opening your eyes when your dragged to the edge of the bed with your head laying off of the side. Namjoon nudges between your legs, places them on his shoulder, and pounds hard into you while Jungkook's bare tip rubs your mouth, as permission to enter.

His hips rapidly snap, causing his thick girthy length to fill every space of your mouth. Feeling his member glide past your tonsils, his mouth hangs open when you close tight around him. He grumbles, "Oh fuck," your hands tightly grip his ass while his balls slap against your face. Namjoon quickens the pace and moments later, you gush all over him. Your legs tremble and quake then you pull Jungkook out of your mouth, stroking him hard and rough. He groans your name and then leaves the room to search for lube. He returns to the bed and lays down, squirting a generous amount and rubbing it on. He was glistening, "Bring your ass here." Slowly crawling towards him and getting in reverse cowgirl position. Sitting on his erection bouncing up and down while Namjoon rubs your clit in large circles. Your hips buck wildly and he pushes you down so your back presses against Kookie's large chest. He spreads your legs further apart and aggressively rolls his hips. His lips slightly parted and he whimpered, "Damn girl," while pulling down your bra licking and sucking on your nipples. Your hand runs through his hair then Jungkook's hand grasps your throat from behind. His fingers leave a print the harder he holds you. Feeling dizzy, overstimulated, your body tingles, and out of breath as another pending orgasm sneaks up on you. Namjoon bites on your chest, leaving bright red marks then slaps your face as he releases into you.

He pulls out and takes over the camera, snapping pictures when Jungkook holds your hips steady and thrusts harder from underneath. He grunts, "Yeah, uhhh, yeahhh." Your bodies are thumping together and you feel his warm cum empty inside your tight ass. You grip his calves, catching your breath, smiling while Joon takes more pictures. He smiles, "You did amazing, love." You were panting, "Um thank you guys for an amazing session... I hope to return." Moving your hips forward until Jungkook hard dick slips out of your ass, "When do I get the pictures?" He slaps your ass so hard, it stings, leaving a bright red handprint, "Soon, You're going to look so hot... Come, I'll show you where the bathroom is." You get washed and changed, hugging the men tightly, blushing all the way home. You plopped on the couch in your house, giggling because what was meant to be a normal day, turned out to be one of the best nights of your life.

#bts fanfic #yn x jungkook #yn x namjoon #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #smut #imagine

[lovesbiggerthanpride]

doubting myself (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Summary: He felt incredibly small, discouraged and embarrassed… in this moment, he was doubting everything and himself again.

Warnings/Notes: Angst, feelings, Javi and Reader have been dating for a while (maybe after he gets promoted). Inspired by a scene in S3.

Note from me: You know he’s my fave. Homie doesn’t really talk about his feelings, but I’m changing that here. I got inspired after noticing his facial expressions in the scene with Christina, and oof... that was a lot. Anywhoo...hope you enjoy. 😊

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“You’re a piece of shit.”

The searing admonition from Christina Jurado stopped him in his tracks, cutting him deep.

As much as he rejected the title of “hero”, he took pride in always wanting to do what was right, and leading others in that direction.

To his surprise, Christina did not see it that way at all. After she gave a brutally honest assessment regarding his tactics, he felt incredibly small, discouraged and embarrassed.

Was she right? Was he that much of an opportunist, blinded by ego, neglecting to consider the emotional damage of others, being used as pawns in this wild goose chase, to get the results he wanted?

Or was he just doing his job? Emotions be damned. Assignments were given and they had to be completed. No, he didn’t claim to be a knight in shining armor, but he felt equipped to follow through and get it done. 

Unfortunately, there were fatal complications which resulted in another setback, which made the words he heard even more truthful.

In this moment, he was doubting everything and himself again.

When he opened the door to the luxurious apartment he could now afford in Bogotá, he found you waiting.

Looking into his eyes, full of anguish, fatigue, and regret, you knew something had changed. It made you worry.  

He knew you were going to want to ask what was wrong, but he was hesitant to involve you in his pain. Was it beneficial to share so much at this late hour? He couldn’t bear more disappointment and judgment. 

“You can talk to me,” you whispered, in between soft kisses, after you led him to the sofa, helping him decompress. 

When he wanted to forget, Javier would drink, smoke, or fuck the thoughts and feelings away. The distractions were nice and they helped him deal with the heaviness of his day-to-day routine.

He still had these options. But with you, he was trying to do better, allowing himself to be vulnerable and honest.  Because you were the love of his life and you deserved to receive the best version of himself.

You could tell which coping mechanism he needed, usually all of the above. So you gave him what you had, loving him through it all.

As you poured him two glasses — water and whiskey — you waited for his next move.

After taking time to properly kiss you, hold you, ask about your day, making sure you’ve eaten, he figured it out.

He decided to tell you everything. What he had been trying to accomplish, basically swimming upstream while everyone around him reminded him of his past, questioned his abilities, eager to pull him down into the rushing current. Just when he thought he was breaking through, his plans blew up in his face.

It was finally wearing him down.

“You’re a good man, Javi,” you reminded him, wiping the few tears away from his cheeks. “I know you are, and I hope you realize that too.”

In your arms, he felt the relief he needed, grateful for your love and support. No one else was believing in him like you did. Even if you didn't understand every decision he had to make, you were going to be there.  

But you worried for his well-being, and he was concerned too. 

This redemption tour in Colombia was turning into more of a disaster, a losing effort. This job was draining the life out of him. 

How much longer could he do this?

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@moralesfish, @heythere-mel, @oogaboogasphincter, @nicolethered, @thefuckinsandes​

#something small #Javier #inspired by s3 #Javier Peña x reader #Javier Peña drabbles #mellie’s fics #Javier Peña x female reader #Javier Peña fanfiction #Javier Peña x F! reader #Javier Peña x you

[peoplcshope]

🤩 Who is someone in your rpc that you admire?

unconventional asks meme / accepting

Bruv sit down cause this is going to be a list. The people below are the ones I admire, or WELL some of the ones because this could go for a bit. And note these are in no particular order, so the first doesn’t mean the best and the last doesn’t mean the least. I love all these peeps and admire ‘em equally.

We startin’ with my main man Ethan at @hopefromadoomedtimeline . I wake up in the morning and hope my portrayals are half that good and that ain’t even glazin him. Go on his blog and see it for yourself, we love DBZ but let’s not lie, damn show has more holes in it that spongebob and my boy here has made wonderful HCs to compensate. Really putting that unique spin on the dude.

The writer that brings me angst and I always come for more, my homie Koko @kiealer . Everytime when she be showing me her wonderful art I feel that spark that I used to have when I was young to pick up a paper and go draw somethin’ but..nah the skill ain’t there anymore but she does inspire me to do better at my manga coloring. 

Homie here that’s just pure chaos on my list, it’s my homegril T @acoldsovereign . She does bring me the angst too but usually it’s just covered with a lot of bullshit moments, add a little comedy into the mix. She’s soo great with her writing and it inspires me to do better. Really all I need to do is get better at bein descriptive AND not to mention my grammar. 

It wouldn’t really be my blog if I’m not saying Tazzy’s @dragvnsovl praises. The fact that this homie o’ mine writes RADITZ, NAPPA AND WHO? The OG GOAT YAMCHA, that inspired me to throw Krillin onto my multi. Always loved him and really he just..that’s my guy and she really do doing great with her muses too that I hope I can do the same for my multi..when I’m not too lazy.

These are my homies that always gimme a little inspiration everyday. But you think I was done??! There's @swordsxandxsakuras  who took an already known muse and said fuck it, let’s go canon divergent with this bih and basically turned Nezuko in somethin’ that works for her. The bravery and strength t’ do that on a public space like Tumblr? Nah i’d be caught lacking. Then there’s @eternalbxtterfly Snow who’s given me Elise’ smile for years now. What little time my muse gets to spend with @aceparagon  muse is time well spent too, and I’m really biased when it comes to Bishamon faces. Don’t get me started on my girl Rena’s muse. @zorkaya Has been inspiring your boy with his villain play because she does write a good villain as well. 

You think I was finna finish this segment without mentioning  my snom sis @universestreasures . Girl here has inspired me when it came to the romance genre. I still feel like it’s my weakest genre but I can tell you she’s helped me feel a little more confident in starting ships now. Oh can’t forget about Chai @infintasmal  . Aspire me to be a better Sinbad because she was THE PERF Ja’far for him. My homie Meli @crimsontwins  back when I REALLY was deep into Genshin lore, inspiring me to learn MORE and more about the game in order to make our roleplay that much nicer. I think I might have gotten to half of my homies but man, imma have to put a long post warning.

#❛ mail ━━ i've been fighting but i just can't do enough. #tw long post #there soo many more peeps i could mention but this shit got long

[heavyhitterheaux]

Ree Saw Her Husband Jack Harlow and possibly signed an NDA 🤭

Aight so boom!

My outfit was inspired by Urban but yall probably won't see it but just know a bitch was looking good as fuck 😌😘

Me and my middle sister Shantai get there at The Anthem and the line is long as SHIT to get in so I was like fuck outta here imma sit my ass down

But before that when we were in my car about to park in the garage, I saw the back of Urban outside.

I'd recognize that head of curls anywhere.

He dodged me the rest of the night 🙄

Okay back to where I was

Yall why she take me to this bougie ass French restaurant and she ordered some fucking liver mousse 🤢🤮

I was up in that bitch eating bread to absorb the alcohol I was consuming lmaoooo

Aight so it's 7:25 when we go in and I hit the merch stand for the first time (I went back after the show 😭) and I am in fucking shambles because I basically want one of everything but I was a responsible adult! I only spent 235 in total in merch but we'll get to that part

I think I did good

I wanted more

I woulda bought the man himself if I could

We find our seats and it's nothing but black girls in my row

FUCKING YES IT'S ABOUT TO BE LIT

BLACK GIRL MAGIC ON DECK

Okay The Homies came out and I lost it when they did Shake because uh my ass was definitely shaking lmaooo

The City Girls were AMAZING

I wanna ride Jackman like a rodeo

Anywayyyyyy

Shantai went fucking wild during their set

I mean the bitch's curls fell out

She was sweating

Twerking on the railing of the balcony lol

I know my limits

I was like nahhh I'm saving my energy for my husband

Her ass was done when it was time for Jack

YALLLLLLLLL

I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO FALL OUT ON THE SPOT WHEN HE HIT THE STAGE 😭😭

This was my first time seeing him AND A BITCH WAS IN SHAMBLES

I was like OKAY GLASSES!

You better go head white boy!

Okay soooo the people in my section uhh..

I feel as though they only knew First Class and What's Poppin because when I tell yall my fucking ass knew EVERY LYRIC

Jack was like where my day ones at? Who was fucking with me before the beard?

I yelled for him to bring back the pornstache and I yelled Confetti and Loose supremacy 😂🤣

BITCHHHHH

WHEN I HEARD SUNDOWN AND GHOST I WAS LIKE JACKMAN GIMME THE MIC! WE BOTH ABOUT TO DO THIS SHIT.

Okay and we're vibing right?

The people in GA down below were throwing drinks, fighting, fainting and people getting kicked out.

I was like whew chile the GHETTO

Jack has the voice of an angel 😇

Oh and apparently someone fell over the barricade? But I didn't see it

Ummm when Jack asked 'where are all my nurses at?' Before he went into 21C/Delta, my entire row pointed at me lmaooo 😭😭😭

Jack was like he might move to d.c. to take a stroll and look at the cherry blossoms.

Bitch, that sounded like a marriage proposal to Ree, okay?

We can take a stroll alright 😏🤭

Okay um, live band?

YESSSSSSS

LIKE A BLADE OF GRASS WANTS SUNLIGHT, I JUST WANT THAT ASS

Top tier

And he gonna fuck the earrings off of me because my hoops were big as shit lmao

POISON WAS WRITTEN FOR ME!

Ummm him and that damn hose lol

He gonna ask a girl if she's hot and proceeded to spray THE FUCK outta her lmaoooo

If a concert consisted of me listening to Jack talk for hours, sign a bitch up

I feel like I'm missing so many details but...

Bottom line is I had so much fun and I can't wait to see him again!

He deserves all of the success coming his way 🥺

And.... ya girl just might have signed an NDA 🤭😏

Probably one of the only videos where I'm not screaming and I'll upload it later

OHH and a bitch just about lost her voice 😭😭

I got like 5 shirts, hoodie, and a tote bag

It's aight

I get paid Friday anyway lmaoooo

Jack is worth it 🥰

#jack harlow #ree's thoughts #finally saw bae in concert #missionary jack needs to put it down over here on me

[astral-from-afar]

Disclaimer: This is all in good fun and was mostly inspired by the upcoming jjk poll. Will not tag this in jjk as I am not here currently to start fighting people.

Ok the latest poll got me thinking about what characters were on that list last time. So this is basically me side eyeing everyone for their choices last year

Megumi - I get it. Megumi’s pretty cool. Took me a while to get to that point but I’ve accepted this man’s popularity and I just go along with it. Really don’t have anything else to say about him.

Gojo - Can’t believe he was still in the box during this. You can tell how strong the Gojo fans are because he has not been seen in action for YEARS yet you’re still voting for him. Props to you I guess. Good luck beating Gege and getting him 1st in the next poll

Yuji - Ok my boy was not fighting in the TRENCHES to become 3rd in his own series. Yes he should have gotten 1st yes I will stand by that until the day I die and yes I still can’t believe he got outdone by a guy in a box.

Geto - I know you’re all coping bc of his death with him being in top 5 and honestly me too. Gege still won’t let this poor man rest so you won’t let the anyone else in the fandom rest as a consequence. Don’t expect him to be in top 5 again but who knows.

Nanami - Overtime sorcerer SUPREMACY. I best see him here again because he does not miss. Nanami fans are the real ones so I’m not dragging on him.

Inumaki - Salmon Salmon. For a man who also hasn’t been seen in 2 years he did pretty well all things considered. I’m still waiting for him to show up so until then you go Inumaki fans.

Choso - Ok I’m just salty here but you lot really put HIM here on the top 10. How much screen time did this man really have. He did not deserve to be placed that high and if I see him being placed higher than Yuki then we know it’s on sight. He’s great and all but really? Just really?

Yuta - As a resident Yuta has never done anything wrong, I am disappointed in all of you. Did vol 0 mean nothing? Was his interactions with Yuji nothing to all of you. To the point of Choso overtaking him. Smh

Toji - I’m going to assume it’s the horny and leave. You did not drag the no child support, fugly grey sweatpants, boring ass guy into the top 10. Just admit that he’s hot and take your leave. Ok being fair he was a good antagonist during the hidden Inventory arc but istg if I hear more Toji stuff we are not going to see me again.

Naoya - OK LISTEN UP HERE EVERYBODY. HOW MANY PANELS DID THIS FUCKER HAVE. WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE HELL DID HE DO IN THE ENTIRETY OF THE MANGA OTHER THAN BEING COOKED BY MAKI. IM WAITING. This just feels like fandom misogyny as the next two people are in the manga for 10x longer and did more things overall, to then be overshadowed by this dickhead.

Nobara - My beloved you did not deserve to be snuffed out of top 10. I am still on that copium that she’s still alive but honestly you really had to do her like that :(

Maki - Ok this is where I really question some of your tastes. So she had one of the PEAK arcs in all of the manga, went to hell and back and served us in every shape and form and this is what she gets. Losing to Naoya. Telling you lot to sort your misogyny out for the next poll because if she doesn’t reach top 3 Istg

Sukuna - Right, he’s a bit of a guilty pleasure as he is one of the funniest characters in this series after Kenny and Todo. Am suprised that he didn’t hit top 10 but he’s been binding his time to skyrocket to the big numbers especially in the recent chapters.

Todo - AYYYYYYY. Kyoto student found in the wild quick catch them before they get into the sea of irrelevancy. Ok that was too harsh but I’m proud of the Todo fans for getting him up there. He truly is the homie of the jjk world hopefully he keeps his placement because he’s too cool to not be on this list.

Utahime - OMG OMG OMG OMG. This was very unexpected. I thought Shoko would be here (she’s 24th) but I am grateful for it. The voice at the back of my head is trying to say that it’s cause of the shipping but I am ignoring it to focus on my girl entirely. Congrats everyone. If she manages to get in the top 15 again, do you think Gege will add more to her character. Nah he’ll probably just put her on the hit list which is not what we want to see here.

Yeah I think the poll overall was alright and obviously was for fun but after the placement of certain characters you know I’m side-eyeing you lot.

Characters I want/hope to reach the list : Yuki,Riko, Kirara, Hakari, Higuruma, Angel/Hana, Kenjaku, Uruame

#Queue #astra writes #this is more effort than I put in my normal posts #Hope you lot are eating good #In conclusion #the jjk fandom are a bunch of misogynists #And Maki stomps Naoya any day lol

[bylertruther]

i desperately want to write some kind of (potentially the last of us part 2 vibes inspired [aka just gay, country, cozy, and gritty]) established monster apocalypse fic with slightly aged up characters but i can't make up my mind on whether i want to write ...

a season one-esque retelling in the sense that will goes missing and the party ignores the safe zone's rules to go off and find him + they run into a feral eleven who helps them but fails to mention at first that she comes from the colony tht took will and it's kind of like a prison break type of fic too but overall it's all about hope and new beginnings and waaaay too close calls and The Power Of Friendship and coming home and being scared but doing it anyway and many many Realizations of the homosexual variety

by|er are boy besties and have been ever since they met on the rusty rickety swings and it's very much Day In The Life Of Two Monster Apocalypse Survivors Who Are NOT Dating Seriously Stop We're NOTTTTT Hehe<3 until Shit Goes Down and Oh God Oh Fuck What The Hell And FUCK FUCK FUCK WAIT NO STOP PLEASE and oops what do ya kno eddie/bob/hopper/insert other influential mentor character here jus got fed to a pack of demo-dogs or something else equally as horrific by some rival group and the party is helpless to do anything but watch and so after they hold the funeral they go off to avenge them (aka SHUT UP yes it's jus a tlou2 knock-off basically maybe don't look @ me) + it's about the lengths you'd go to for the ones that you love, what parts of yourself you lose and find on the path to revenge, what it means to be alive vs actually living, making your own way in the world, how much you can change before you become someone else entirely, what it means to actually honor the ones you lose, and The Healing Power of Love of course

fuck the "will goes missing" trope all my homies hate the "will goes missing" trope, this time .....okokok maybe will does go missing actually BUT mike is right on his tail bc Over My Dead Body Will You Take My Best Friend Away From Me and maybe they get chased away far enough by whatever monster that they get lost because it's all in the middle of their settlement falling/being overrun and it's nighttime and they don't know what's happening everything was fine just thirty minutes ago wtfwtfwtf and they have to find their way back home and there's lots of hurt/comfort of the physical and emotional variety bc Everything Happens So Much and when have they ever gotten a break literally ever + it's about finding hope where it feels like there is none, "just hold on a little longer, okay?", learning what makes home feel like home, us against the world-isms, will gets bitten by a demo-bat or something and doesn't tell mike (don't worry he's immune lol) but mike soon realizes anyway bc will is shifting his weight weirdly and mike is Always looking at him (but not in a gay way bro i sWEAR bro we're FRIENDS We Are Friends now hold my hand pls), aka Paladin and The Cleric vibes 100% essentially jus two gay hooligans and their awful very bad no good week away from the camp

will and el aren't The Chosen Ones so the monster apocalypse happens anyway without them causing it but when will was taken away it was because his test results came back weird n brenner's team wanted to study him for Finding A Cure reasons but something goes wrong one day and they both make it out of the lab (& maybe word gets around to other settlements abt two missing teens n mike finds a poster while out and when he takes it back n shows ppl it just gets him looks of pity but not from joyce, the only other person that never lost hope). fast forward to feral will-el being a two man wolf pack that are just trying to find will's family wherever they may be now (will corrects her and tells her its their family btw and he's told her so much abt them at this point that it really does feel like she's known them her whole life almost bt she's secretly scared to hope that they're still alive even if she'd never tell him that bc she jus wants a family so much she doesn't want to be let down if they aren't) and this one is more of like ... A Day In The Life / Character Study type of fic bc they Do find the party (they break in somewhere to get supplies n there's so many monsters n the last time they all saw each other they were kids and will-el are covered up so they don't recognize each other n ofc will-el are bandits so they get captured and then yanno. they rip off will's face coverings and it's like Omgggg Surprise It's Me Aha Sorry I Bit You And Almost Took Your Knee Out And Hit You With A Metal Pipe Can You Please Uncuff Me Now Hehe<3). aka will-el find their way back home and now they have to figure out what home really is and how to reintegrate into society. it's about the ghosts of your past, reconciling what you knew with what's in front of you, falling back into old habits and having to learn new ones, falling in love all over again, mike waking up from the same nightmare he always has and going to will's room in the dead of night because he has to be SURE that this is real that will's actually alive that it really is him right in front of him and that he hasn't been taken away again and that this isn't just another dream within a dream, learning how to be a human being again, and it ends with someone's wedding ofc.

#i .... actually have a lot of scenes written for all four of these lmao but i get Overwhelmed bc i want to pick ONE n jus stick to #it before starting another BUT !!!!! I CAN'T EVER PICK !!!!!! AND SO I ONLY EVER HAVE BITS N PIECES OF 3843904 FICS #AND OUTLINES AND ENTIRE FOLDERS FULL OF STUFF BUT I CAN'T PICK SO THEY DON'T EVER GET COMPLETED AND #GOD. #also some of these would be mike pov and there is literally nothing scarier than that i'd rather post my entire asshole on my blog #than get ripped to shreds by the mike kinnies. DHBFKJBJFHB #but yeah idk. rubbing my chin staring at my screen like this -> 🧐

[lady-lazagna]

for the strange pair hcs i am curious what you could do with kyoya and bao 🧐💛

Kyoya and Bao,,,, interesting🤔✍

I'll start with the leadup on this one, I think.

So we know that after they defeat Nemesis, Kyoya goes around and defeats all the other legendary bladers before he lets himself battle Gingka again. So he and Bao meet again when he inevitably goes to challenge Aguma again, and Bao just has to watch their match to support his brother in arms (or brother WITH arms y'know what I'm sayin'??? Big). While Aguma finds Kyoya's arrogance and cockiness annoying, Bao finds his attitude and wit quite charming. He wants to route for his homie, but damn... that Kyoya dude's got something about him... Those eyes? That snarky grin?? The fucking crop top??? Got Bao feeling some kinda way. So when Kyoya wins, though he feels for Aguma, he can't help but feel good for Kyoya.

Kyoya's leaving the Beylin Fist hangout when Bao catches up to him and congratulates him on the win. He's suspicious at first; after all, this is one of the guys that wanted to take over the world. But Bao only says that he greatly admired Kyoya's ferocity in battle and would like to challenge him one day. Kyoya tells him that he'd fight him when Bao gets stronger than he was in their first battle in China, to which Bao agrees.

Cut to later, after Bao has been training hard (why are you, as a man, training? To get another man's attention? Yes) and goes to all the way to Japan to challenge Kyoya (again, a lot of effort just for a "rival"). Kyoya's honestly pretty surprised that Bao came all this way, but he accepts his challenge enthusiastically. The battle is definitely harder than Kyoya expected, and even though he ends up winning, he's sincerely impressed by Bao's quick improvement.

"You'll have to stay on my radar, so I know when you're ready to challenge me again ;)" (not flirting, just rival talk)

"Oh, I think I will. You'd better stay ready for me ;))" (still not flirting, just more rival talk)

-Kyoya's always weird with romantic relationships. Like, he's so naturally flirty with all of his rivals, so you'd think their relationship would develop naturally, but then someone utters the word "boyfriend" and all the sudden he's Mist-Mountaining your ass. Bao I think would be more openly flirty, almost to a Chao Xin degree. So when Bao starts openly flirting with Kyoya, Kyoya withdraws a bit to figure out his feelings. It didn't feel bad when Bao flirted with him, but it made him feel weak... vulnerable... all the things Kyoya can't stand.

-Once Kyoya realises he can't get Bao off the brain, he starts slowly reaching out again. A little bit of flirting every once in a while couldn't hurt, could it? Bao quickly learns that too much too soon tends to freak Kyoya out, so he tones it down and lets it build back up as Kyoya gets used to it. Slowly, Kyoya starts letting himself just enjoy hanging out with Bao alone. He even starts flirting back again (only this time he actually knows he's flirting, took him long enough).

-When they finally decide to be in an actual relationship, it doesn't take as long as expected for them to go public with it, since they're both very proud people (and also terrified of keeping secrets- you never know what your enemies will use against you). Aguma is particularly confused, but he stays quiet about it because damn Bao's just so happy! And he's been working especially hard with his blading ever since Kyoya came around, so he can't really complain.

-Bao helps Kyoya open himself up to the idea of just having fun and letting himself be happy more often, whereas Kyoya inspires Bao to improve and to give proper respect each and every one of his opponents, as well as to stop caring so much about how other people live their lives. Somehow, ironically, being together makes the both of them less asshole-ish- though they're both still snobby as fuck.

-Madoka can't stand the two of them together. Like, great, you've admitted to caring deeply about someone for once, good for you. But god, they're just so rude??? Every time they walk into the B-Pit they're both like "Damn bitch, you live like this?" Kyoya was a dickhead before, but now with Bao egging him on, Madoka can't be held responsible for what she'd do to these fuckers if not for the laws of the land.

-The two are always either blading together or relaxing somewhere private. Rather than being a tag team, they prefer to both enter tournaments separately, so they can work hard to get to battle each other again.

-When they're relaxing together, Kyoya absent-mindedly runs his fingers through Bao's hair. Bao would do the same for him, but... that crop of knots on Kyoya's head is hardly a friendly environment. He keeps trying to get Kyoya to take better care of his hair, but Kyoya insists that it's a dumb waste of time to worry about stuff like that- at least until Bao offers to wash his hair for him. Then he can worry about it a little.

-I think they'd get on each other's nerves pretty often, but are also able to make up and move on quickly as well. Bao is very arrogant and a bit full of himself and the whole Beylin Fist ideology, and Kyoya... is Kyoya. He's rude and cocky and stubborn. They can only roll their eyes and ignore each other's flaws for so long before it actually starts to bother them, and when it does it tends to be a quick explosion, a bit of alone time to recuperate, and then some small but sincere apologies.

Writing Kyoya getting into a relationship is always such a process😭 Why do I like doing it so much???

#imma be real #I don't remember what Bao's personality is like #so I hope it's not too ooc😬 #mfb #metal fight beyblade #beyblade #kyoya tategami #beyblade bao #headcanons

[bewitchingbaker]

✨ And I know the money don't really make me whole

✨ repost and list 5 songs that inspire you to write your muse:

Noname / ❝Diddy Bop❞

Phony Ppl / ❝one man band❞

Pharcyde / ❝passin me by❞

thundercat / ❝lava lamp❞

Nicholas Bitrell ❝Agape.❞

🌙 & list 5 quotes that inspire you to write your muse:

❝Hey, Miss Donda You run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something" I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets No after-over, this is it, done If there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh❞ — Andre 3000 , life of the party.

❝in moonlight, black boys look blue❞ — barry jenkins, Moonlight.

❝“That's what being eccentric means--being natural.” ❞ — Lorraine Hansberry 

❝But I know about suffering; if that helps. I know that it ends. I ain’t going to tell you no lies, like it always ends for the better. Sometimes it ends for the worse.❞ — James Baldwin

❝ My big homie died young, just turned older than him I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways ❞ — anchee min, empress orchid.

🌙 TAGGED BY: @crystalpower 🌙 TAGGING: @finalsurvivorgrp (Cat) @siiinfully (Harper) @escapedartgeek @rennisaturate

#ooc #about #memes

[bloodybells1]

Provenance and the Afterlife: a Whaleman's Anxiety

There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.

~Herman Melville fr. Moby Dick

To me nothing speaks more directly regarding the subconscious than the whale archetype. 

Just look at the above image: like an iceberg, the greater portion is submerged. Which is very much like in our psyches. Anyone who’s been through a lot of therapy can attest to the vastness of the subconscious. Notice also the devilish eye, a crimson flare, like a possessed shark. And the open maw full of teeth, perfectly encapsulating the man-eating quality of the subconscious, the power of its great expanse swallowing you whole, that vertigo-like spell some of us in therapy have felt when it feels like we’re going to get swallowed up by some invisible monster.

This post, however, is not about the subconscious. Though, the subconscious should be by now a de rigeur entry point into Moby Dick. If the White Whale is a grand metaphor for unreachable knowledge, the object of a vainglorious quest to see what’s happening underneath, then it could be said that the novel as a whole is a stand-in for this terrible dive downwards into parts unknown. It feels criminal, then, to talk about the novel without at least throat-clearing this way.

Indeed, cetology as a proxy for analysis seems pretty straightforward here. What’s less so, however, is the above quote, which is the first sentence of Chapter 82: “The Honor and Glory of Whaling.” 

The quote might be read prescriptively—and I’d totally look the other way if anyone wanted to cut and paste it onto a scrapbook for writing inspiration or any other type of prompt in the creative process.

But, when you read on throughout the chapter, it’s clear that’s not the use Melville intended.

Here’s the last sentence of the chapter, which tells you a lot of what you need to know about what the author had in mind:

Perseus, St. George, Hercules, Jonah, and Vishnoo! there’s a member-roll for you! What club but the whaleman’s can head off like that?

It’s obvious that what Melville meant by “disorderliness” was no how-to pointer for the burgeoning writer, how to “let go” and “be free” and “be creative,” say; no, I think it’s safe to say he was trafficking in the careful art of reputational management. All of those “disorderly” whalemen were in desperate need of a more positive spokesman.

Elsewhere in the novel he spends some time marshaling arguments in defense of whalemen against accusations of coarseness and criminality. In this chapter, Melville goes even further: he links the latter-day enterprise of whaling with nothing less than a hero, a legend, a saint, a demi-god and then a full-blown god! Melville might’ve been obliquely punning on the “disorderliness” of sailing culture; or maybe his own ruminative and tangentially-prone writing style; or even imputing some self-reflection to the narrator as he considers how spontaneous is his fascination with this lifestyle. 

It might be any or all of those things, but the meaning is the same: not all enterprises need be 100% rational. 

The chapter itself is a chapter about provenance. We know very little of Ishmael, the narrator; throughout close to 600 pages, he mentions next to nothing about his patronage, his family, his education, etc. This chapter stuck out to me, not only because of that wonderful first phrase, but also because of the anxiety I detect in the whole of the chapter. Like rappers listing their influences before heading further into a track, Ishmael wants the reader to know, maybe not so much whence he hails, but who his homies are and what is their provenance. There’s a presumption about preconceived notions in the writing and an urgency to get ahead of it, to establish a lineage. This is all the more poignant since Ishmael was careful at the beginning of the novel to point out that he has no experience with whaling whatsoever. Yet, look at him humble-bragging all of a sudden (maybe not so humbly, after all).

I had had no idea, prior to reading Moby Dick recently, that Melville apparently died in some slight obscurity. He was clearly recognized as a noteworthy author but Moby Dick had been out of print for years and he was living off his wife’s inheritances. In the forty years since the publication of Moby Dick he’d written poetry, all of it deemed masterful today, though, like the masterpiece of fiction about the great whale, completely ignored, and sometimes even panned, during his lifetime. 

What benediction must Melville’s own very soul be feeling now! Congealed to that hard block of eternity, that non-stuff of the ether, which all of us are most assuredly headed towards on our indefatigable procession to meet with him one day, Melville now brags. Maybe he’s saying something like, “I told y’all I was a genius, but none of you believed me!”

Of course, these are anxious thoughts. They say more about us than him. And besides: what do we—the living—know of what the dead think? Isn’t this us projecting? We are always, and with good cause, remonstrated against anthropomorphization. Well then, shouldn’t we as well refrain from this type of projection, one which we seem to be perfectly comfortable casting onto our no-longer-here confreres? If there is even such a thing as Herman Melville in the great beyond, surely he has bigger fish to fry than relitigating the absence of literary acclaim during his lifetime. I’m certain that in the shadow of eternity, such ephemeralities are meaningless.

And yet:

If I might be so bold, my tweets up here accidentally frame the obverse of Moby Dick’s Chapter 82 (I was in the middle of reading the book when I wrote the tweets, so maybe it was accidental only in the sense of conscious awareness). Whereas Chapter 82 is all about lineage with the past, I seem to be concerned equally here with lineage of the future. 

I live more by hope than by reverence. The same quest for authenticity, and the anxiety around the world’s possible refusal to grant it, that characterizes Ishmael’s listing of Perseus and St. George and Vishnu as whalemen progenitors, is the same quest I have apparently undertaken. But where this concern induces Ishmael to look back, it does so for me to look forward. I live, no longer to root myself in ancestry, but for possibilities that will play out in what comes after I’ve finished. I want to root myself ahead.

Previous quests for rootedness have granted me some fine results. I’ve led a pretty interesting life so far. But, of course, as is almost always the case with us artistes, the feeling that things are unfinished is unavoidable.

I’m 48 and it’s looking like children are not in the cards for me. And while I’m completely fine with that (it is, after all, somewhat of a conscious decision on my part to not have kids), this does leave me with that pesky problem of legacy. Kids are great for that. If you’re concerned about what you leave behind, you should have them. They’ll grow up and walk around and some part of you will live on in them. 

But works such as paintings, buildings, companies and documents serve this function as well.  The only problem is their shorter half-life. Even though they can be with us for a very long time, almost an eternity, once you die, whatever ventriloquistic function you wanted them to perform dies with you. They’ll be silent from that point on, condemned to a kind of nanny-state of conjecture and interpretation (perhaps a good idea to write some of your thoughts down about your work before you go, that is, if you care about this sort of thing; not every artist does). It goes without saying that this complicates the project of using these works as vessels of your living spirit well past your own death. At least kids can carry down your tradition for you for generations and, if you play your cards right, at least someone in your line is going to speak your praises in vivo. 

Rather than a mammalian strategy, then, whereby cubs are nurtured and doted upon by parents to the exclusion of any other births for the time being, I seek a piscine one: I try to lay as many eggs as possible, in the hopes that some of them will make it to adulthood without being eradicated by greater forces than I can control. Promiscuous fertilization is the name of the game. Investment in statistics, as opposed to cultivation, is what I count on. 

This blog is an example of that. (Which reminds me that I should upload all of my posts onto the more permanent IPFS network in case Tumblr ever decides to completely turn over). My newsletter, too, is an example of my ovarian approach. My YouTube channel. My albums. My essays. My book which will be coming out (hopefully soon). Any films I appear in. Or any other media I will perform in in the future. These are all eggs. 

See: Melville probably didn’t know this but I’m not sure his Ishmael was talking all that much about ancestry. I mean, he was; and for the purposes of Moby Dick, that’s sufficient. Melville of course was not writing an autobiographical novel when he wrote this masterpiece of English language literature. So I think it’s fine to ask how much a certain anxiety about his own legacy he might’ve been thinking. Certainly, he had no need for an ovarian approach, much as he may have believed he needed one after the publication of Moby Dick, which, infamously, largely fell on deaf ears during his lifetime. His legacy, in terms of what his work would be doing for him after he passed, is being well taken care of with the release of a mere handful of unrepeatable and irreplaceable titles.

Yet, the ovarian approach is nonetheless the smartest way. There’s a great cautionary tale about operating otherwise. The most tragic thing to me is the Guns’n’Roses album Chinese Democracy,an utterly forgettable piece of mediocrity over which over a decade’s worth of labor was wasted. 

Think of all of the little eggs Axl could’ve laid during that time, instead of focussing on nurturing this one giant whale! 

May all of my eggs hatch, at some point; but if not, may at least some of them. They will all be traces of me.