#it requires writing though and I am lazy

[reynaruina]

In the alien sleep cuffs comic, it looks like Zims eyes flicker in the sekund to last panel. Dose that mean that the cuffs kinda works and the color in the last panel is Zims real eye color showing through?

(about this comic) It was more of a detail I added for fun, but I do have the HC that Competent Zim can enable/disable bits of his disguise at times with ease, show just enough, however much he wants. Just to fuck with Dib further >:D

#ask #competent zim au #got goodies from that coming also #more from the B side #aka Membrane being unable to handle a crush let alone two #it requires writing though and I am lazy #and sick #and on vacation #all at once #lmfao

[the-mighty-glow-cloud]

*has a lighter work load after finishing a very long and stressful project and therefore doesn't have to work as many hours per day to get everything done* oh god oh fuck i am SO lazy i am wasting all my time by not working ten hours a day surely i will never succeed like this

#like #objectively i am doing Fine #i'm even a little ahead of schedule #turning my thesis into a manuscript requires WAY less work than writing the actual thesis #and i gave myself two months to do it #but i am fighting for my life bc my brain keeps telling me i'm lazy for not working all day #even though i'm accomplishing everything i need to in a shorter amount of time #something something capitalism is to blame #normalize not feeling guilty about stopping work at 2 pm

[sunflowersatori]

kiss it better

sukuna x nurse!reader

contents: modern au, f!reader, sukuna is just a guy™️, he keeps getting in fights and coming to the clinic you work at so you can patch him up, some swearing, shoulder relocation (not graphic but it happens)

a/n: i do not know enough about walk-in clinics or joint relocations to be writing this but i hope y'all enjoy (also i have a follow up blurb ready if people want to read that)

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When you checked the patient walk-in list you tried not to grit your teeth upon seeing the name that was next in line.

You stepped out from behind the desk and into the reception area.

“Ryomen Sukuna?”

It was easy to spot the tattooed man, who smirked slightly when he stood.

“Please follow me.”

He followed as you led him back into the clinic and into a treatment room.

You closed the door and turned around with a frown, “Alright you asshole, what did you do this time?”

He fake gasped, “You need to work on your bedside manner, Miss Nurse. Aren’t you happy to see me sweetheart?”

“No I am not! Don’t you know I have patients to tend to?”

“Yeah, and I’m one of them,” He had a lazy grin as he leaned against the bed. You could see that he had a cut on his forehead with a bruise blooming underneath it. He was cradling his arm as if trying to hold it in place, and his lip was split. To top it off, there was blood on his knuckles too.

He’d obviously been in a fight, just like all the other late nights he’d come into the clinic.

You sighed heavily, “Other than what I can see, what’s wrong?”

“I dislocated my shoulder,” he nodded his head at the arm he was cradling, “but don’t worry, the other guy looks worse.”

You shook your head, “Sit, and I hope that fight was worth it because this is going to hurt.”

He sat and you moved over to his injured side. Even sitting on the table he was taller than you and his broad shoulders made you feel smaller than you were. You took his arm as gently as you could, ignoring his comment about you treating him so well, and manoeuvred it into position. With one push, you popped it up and back into the socket. 

“Fuck!” Sukuna barked out a curse at the pain, and you gave him a pointed look. 

He inhaled through his teeth as you wrapped up his arm in a sling.

After gently securing the sling with a knot at his wrist, you looked up to find him watching you, still grimacing a bit but clearly trying to play it off, “Damn sweetheart, what else can you do with those hands?”

You chose to roll your eyes and not comment. You did feel bad for him for having to go through the pain of relocating a joint, so you let it slide. Instead, you gathered some more minor supplies to tend to the rest of his injuries.

The blood on his knuckles wasn’t his, so it was the easiest to fix with a gentle rub of a disinfecting wipe. The cuts were also relatively simple to deal with, and didn’t even require stitches. You cleaned everything and grabbed a small ice pack for the bruise that was now fully settled on his forehead.

When you were done you took a small step back to survey him, “Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“Yeah right here,” he pointed to his face, “maybe you should kiss it better.”

“Why would I do that?” You scoffed and turned to dispose of the trash from your used supplies.

“A kiss always makes it feel better.”

He was grinning at you when you looked back at him, though it was a much less smug expression than he usually had. You wondered if the late hour or the pain was making him a little softer.

“That’s not a service we provide at this clinic,” you said, voice soft and trying to hold back a blush as you opened the door to the treatment room, “You’re all set to go Sukuna.”

“You mean you don’t want me to stay?”

“Sukuna.”

“Fine, fine, you’re a busy lady, with people to help. I get it,” he stood and walked toward the door, but paused in the doorway.

You felt the fingers of his good hand tilt your chin up so you were looking at him, and he leaned down to get close to your face. You felt your breathing stop.

“Thanks for taking such good care of me sweetheart,” Sukuna murmured, low and soft and right next to your lips. Then he was heading back toward the reception area.

You watched him until he turned the corner and was out of sight, and then you stepped back in the treatment room. You closed the door, even if you only had to quickly sanitize the place he had been sitting before the next patient came in, but you needed a moment to compose yourself.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Sure you usually had to get close to him when you treated him, but this had felt different. He’d been a bit sweeter than usual tonight, some of his normal swagger put aside.

You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, but normally it was easier to brush aside your thoughts and focus on your work. Now, you weren’t so sure.

What you did know was that you were, against your better judgement, looking forward to seeing him the next time he came into the clinic.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you

[communistkenobi]

Obviously art does not rest on methods, media, or the amount of effort a person exerted in making it, but I think AI art is yet another way that capitalism is changing the form and function of art (separating artworks from their original meaning on a different and even larger scale) and given that it is made by exploiting workers (the original artists and the people they pay pennies to sort through it to remove disturbing images) it makes people feel yet more powerless in the face of corporations so there is a big negative reaction to it. This negative reaction may not be articulated in the way you want but I think it's very understandable that people have reactionary feelings about large scale corporate exploitation.

just for the record before I respond, I am replying to this ask in good faith just as you are asking in good faith, I’m not angry at you and many of these questions I’m asking are rhetorical, for the purposes of reflection. So please no slapfighting in the notes, thank you!

First: I’m not disputing exploitation. in fact privileging AI as uniquely exploitative handwaves away the massive amount of exploitation that artists already endure and have endured for a very long time, as well as the horrific amounts of labour exploitation involved in mass producing the ‘tools of the trade’ so to speak.

But this is, again, a non-sequitur to my argument, which is that art produced under exploitative, destructive, “lazy” or politically repugnant conditions is still art. MCU films are art regardless of the fact that they are 3-hour long informercials for the American empire and require massive labour exploitation from CGI animators, actors, film set workers, and everything else: advertisements are art: AI art is art. Horrifying, trite, unoriginal, bad, socially destructive, maybe all of those things are true and we can talk about the merits of those claims (I certainly have strong opinions about them), but what is politically gained from saying bad, unoriginal, horrifying, or trite art isn’t art? Whose definitions are we using here, and if those definitions should be universalised, what does it mean for artists who are only unoriginal, only bad, only whatever else?

I return to my original example: are children not qualified to be artists if they only make “bad” art? I used to trace movie stills from Harry Potter photo books as a child because I loved the characters - am I a fraud for doing so? Am I given grace for my incompetence and “theft” on the basis of me “still learning how to do real art”? When does this grace period end? If we argue that only struggle can produce art, what level of struggle? Struggle for whom? Drawing isn’t difficult for me because I was taught how to hold a pencil, read, write, and draw by a western industrial publicly-funded primary school by a teacher paid with public tax dollars, supplemented with help every night from my mother and father, two married cishet middle class people in a mostly stable (if miserable and verbally abusive) marriage - all of which is resting atop stolen indigenous land. Under what historical conditions can arguments for artistic struggle be made? When we argue for struggle(/hard work/whatever) as the basis of art we are pre-supposing a universal subject whose struggle is globally standardized and calculable - which in all of these discussions on here is (implicitly, though sometimes explicitly) a white able-bodied settler living in a western state who benefits from universal primary education that teaches them the foundational skills of how to make art. You can probably add university educated to that too, given how many of these arguments seem to be swarmed by undergraduate students.

Arguing that there needs to be some threshold for method, labour, intent, or message for art to ‘actually be art’ is politically reactionary and is what I am responding to. It requires transcendental claims about the Artist as a unique labourer set apart from and superior to all others, one whose skills are universalised and whose intent is always observable and present in their work. So if people want to talk about exploitation they should talk about exploitation, not the definition of art. It’s not my fault people can’t stay on topic!

#asks #ai art #<- tagging for blacklisting purposes #sorry I should’ve done this earlier lol

[eternalmarvel]

MK1 BI-HAN X READER ~ belong ~

an: hello everyone ❄️ decided to write some more small fluff / filler content ! i swear there's not enough bi-han love man LETS KEEP THOSE FANFICS AND HEADCANONS ROLLING 😈also i came up with this idea while i was h!gh as hell so please excuse me if the idea itself seems a bit weird this is why i need requests from people because i am TOO lazy to think of any good ideas on my own

if u guys want something different to spice things up like headcanons or smthn just ask :-) honestly i don't know how good i'd be at writing smut so it's not of priority right now but if people request it i can certainly try

anyways i hope u guys enjoy some fluffiness to kick off the winter szn !!

note; bi-han and reader are married in this story + a little bit of toxicness but it's not from bi-han

++ this isn't proofread so sorry for any mistakes

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you had been married to bi-han for about a year now. your duties separate from the lin kuei often required you to travel far and abroad where you couldn't see your husband for weeks at the time. you didn't complain too much at first, but it got a bit frustrating after some time -- nothing that you couldn't overcome though. on the other hand, bi-han was IRRITABLE. it felt like the whole stronghold was walking on eggshells around its grandmaster, careful not to say or do the one thing that would set him off. he was sexually frustrated and grumpy on incomprehensible levels. everyone around the clan noticed how much angrier he had become. he'd bark orders at an unprecedented rate and mean mugged everyone who came across his path. even having the kitchen staff make all his favourite meals from when he was younger did nothing to wipe the horrible scowl painted on his face. when you were at the lin kuei stronghold, you and bi-han collectively sat down with the rest of the ninjas for dinners -- something that bi-han often avoided before meeting you. however, with a bit of nudging from you, he started to participate in group dinners more, even enjoying them (though he would never admit to this). there would still be a grimace on his face, but having you beside him made everything more palatable anyway. when asked why he seemed a little more irritable than usual, he stormed off and dismissed the question.

"i am the grandmaster, i will NOT answer to you."

smoke had realized that soon enough the only way to get him over his mood fluctuations and have some semblance of peace would be to get you back at the dojo. your phone's ringtone blared alarmingly, and you picked up the call in annoyance.

"tomas? what are you calling me about? can it wait? i'm really busy right now."

smoke lets out a sigh of relief now that he's gotten ahold of you.

"(name)! we really need you back at the lin kuei. bi-han's really ...cranky without you there," he whispers the last part, almost like he's scared bi-han will snatch him up out of nowhere. you pay no heed to tomas' concerning remarks, continuing to write down on the ledger on your desk.

"i'm sure my husband is just a little overwhelmed with his duties right now, this has nothing to do with me. give him some slack. he's fine."

smoke spoke with more urgency now.

"(name), he really is frustrated because of you. today, frost said '(name)’s hair' but he thought she meant '(name)’s here' and i swear i thought i saw his eyes gloss over like a dog seeing its owner for the first time in forever. ever since he found out frost was talking about your hair and not about you actually being here, he's been giving frost dirty looks. i think she's starting to get pissed off now that i think about it..."

you put down your pen and look up at the curtains of the hotel room in front of you, sighing. it was more serious than you previously expected. your face twisted in cruel humour, and you knew it'd be funny to use this opportunity to prank your husband and see what his reaction is.

"you know what tomas. i'm sure i can get out of these meetings and make it back to the stronghold by tomorrow dawn. i'll come back."

tomas sighs, finally unanxious.

"thank you, (name)! i knew you'd pu-"

"but i wanna play a prank on him. and you're gonna help me observe and set the environment."

tomas sighs once again, but out of exasperation.

"i don't wanna participate if it's too extreme. i've already caught the brunt of bi-han's verbal torment this week." you chuckle at his expense. "don't worry tomas, i'll make sure he doesn't hurl an ice pick at you. this prank is harmless, i promise. it's just for me to see his reaction." "fine. what are you planning on doing?" "sit tight and don't stress. i'll tell you when i'm on my way back."

you had informed tomas of the most perfect plan. you'd get back to your husband -- not long enough that he'd go back to his normal, serene state when he was with you but enough that he'd manage to calm his heartrate a bit. you were planning on inviting the daughter of a family friend of bi-han's family when he was younger. she had eyes for him all these years, still pointing to hints that she would pursue him despite the fact that he was now married to you. you would invite her over and have her bug bi-han (dare you say, flirt) and follow him all around the stronghold. you wanted to see if that so-called sexual frustration that tomas was referring to earlier really mattered in the case of every woman or if it was exclusive to only you. was it toxic? perhaps. could it be considered manipulative to use his father's family friend's daughter who had probably loved him for the last 10 years to get him closer to you? most likely. would you love every second of it nonetheless? absolutely.

you didn't inform bi-han of your arrival. as far as he knew, you were still going to be a few weeks out from coming back. you walked in through a secret back entrance bi-han had only told you about just in case the stronghold was ever attacked and he needed to get you out safely. you walked through the corridors and heard your husband's hoarse voice coming from the large drawing room across from you. you walked in quietly and sneakily, but obviously not subtly enough considering bi-han had his eyes immediately on you.

"(name)....," he almost whispered, his eyes widening.

you give everyone in the room a wave, including the senior ninjas, which they kindly return with a nod of their own.

"clear the room," bi-han asserts hastily. his tone isn't as harsh as it was before. the ninjas comply almost immediately when they've noticed his demeanor soften up a bit, realizing that you've worked your magic. as soon as the last ninja is out the door, bi-han is by your side in a half of an instant, taking your face into his broad hands.

"hey," you say softly. you were tired from your trip, but being in his presence and ironically his warmth doubled the exhaustion and fatigue your body had attempted to so valiantly fight off.

"you didn't inform me of your early arrival."

you smile into his palm, your head tilting a bit as you rest your own palm on his hand.

"wanted to surprise you, my love."

he looks at you intensely for a few seconds before snapping back to reality.

"i will excuse myself from my duties today. perhaps i can get kuai liang to take over for me."

"why, bi-han? we can catch up late. i don't want you neglecting your duties because of me."

a small scoff escapes his lips.

"it's been much of the other way around. we have not seen each other in weeks. the lin kuei can do without its grandmaster for a few hours."

you look at him mischievously for a brief second before you hear the faint sounds of footsteps outside the drawing room. your plan was coming to fruition before your eyes. rina had come along just on time.

"actually, bi-han, i think we might have a change of plans. rina is coming over today!"

bi-han shifted his gaze from you to rina, who was standing out in the hallway. it was safe to say he was unamused.

"rina. i wasn't aware you were going to be here. it seems as though i've been misinformed on MANY fronts," he says, side-eyeing you. you pay him no mind, bringing rina closer.

"i have to deal with a bit more business-"

bi-han looked at you in disbelief. who the hell did you think you were, the president? a grandmaster yourself?

"--BUT i promise it won't take too long. rina wanted to catch up with you too, so i thought why not kill two birds with one stone?," you say, trying to resist the impending smirk on your face. bi-han was clearly displeased but you gave his arm a squeeze and whispered, "just a few hours," and he knew he'd have your company again in no time. he sighed quietly, before slightly nodding again.

"if i must."

you disappeared to find smoke and left bi-han with rina to do god knows what. you found tomas sparring with some of the newer initiates out in the courtyard and ran up to him, dragging him away from kombat.

"h-hey!," smoke exclaimed.

"c'mon! i finally got bi-han to agree to meeting with rina. now we gotta go hide around the place and see how he reacts with her around."

"this is ... not nice.." smoke remarks uneasily.

you roll your eyes. yeah it isn't nice, but it's funny and it's not like you actually meant any harm by this prank. you and tomas make your way to the blindspots around the lin kuei and spot bi-han walking as rina edges closer to him. you guys get in close enough to try and make sense of their conversation.

bi-han walks into his room and changes into a new hanfu, the same shade of dark blue he often wears. the collar part of the attire is folded, and rina brings her hand closer to fix it but just as she’s about to mend it, bi-han grabs her hand.

“what do you think you’re doing,” he lowly seethes, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.

rina shakes him off, annoyed. “i was just trying to help you, calm down!”

“unless i ask for your assistance, it is not required.” he says stoically before making his way down the corridor again. you and tomas both exchange a strange look. you didn’t want rina dead by the end of this prank. silence is shared between bi-han and rina for the next minute before the latter pipes up again.

"you haven't seen your wife in a while, huh?" rina asks coyly. bi-han turns to look at her for a second before turning back around and keeping that stern look on his face.

"no. her business keeps her away from m-the stronghold quite often,” bi-han remarks quietly.

“you know most wives stick with their husbands and don’t just leave them on their own for weeks on end. perhaps there may be something that you aren’t aware of…,” rina whispers before her statement trails off.

bi-han stops in his tracks and turns around yo face her.

“do not think to insinuate such horrible things about my wife again so shamelessly. you forget your place when you spew these things -- do not forget, SHE invited you here as a token of her hospitality. i did not."

rina chuckles. at first glance, it would seem that she does this sarcastically at first, but it seems like those words really stung rina.

"i'm leaving."

"you know your way out."

tomas sucks a deep breath in while you look down in defeat.

"ooh, boy. alright, i think you were right." "you needed a prank to prove that?!"

you wave tomas away.

"i will make sure there are no further casualties," you say to tomas, as you give him a small hit on his arm and make your way to your marital bedroom. on your way there, you see rina coming your way. you have to pretend like you didn't just witness your husband eat up this poor woman. you smile and put your hands together, bowing to her.

"hey rina! how's it going? i wa-" she puts her palm towards your face and continues walking away.

"i don't wanna hear from you." you watch her as she leaves, staring off into the distance momentarily and sighing. thank god she was an asshole or else it'd be really hard not to sympathize with her.

you walk into your bedroom and see bi-han on the bed. it seems he's getting ready for a bath -- he has a robe-like hanfu loosely draped around his body with his chest visible and and legs exposed. his hair is down and he is reaching for his back like it's aching.

"done with all my duties." you say innocently, your arms behind your back.

bi-han only looks at you momentarily and not even fully before going back to closing his eyes and mending his backache. you walk up to him carefully before sitting down beside him, using your hand to gently knead his back. he lets out a small groan of relief at your gesture.

"you've probably missed my massages all week," you say coyly.

"they were not the thing i missed."

you feel a blush creeping up on your cheek. being away from you for so long made him starved, like a dog meekly asking his owner for more rations. you felt horrible for being away for so long.

"i won't leave again for a while. i promise. we have lost-time to make up for," you say quietly. you prod at his hand and he envelops your hand in his, grazing the outside with his thumb.

"i'd rather not have lies spoken to me for the sake of momentary comfort."

you get up and gently move his right leg further to the right so you can sit on his thigh.

"now you know i can give you more than momentary comfort," you say smirking (but still VERY nervous).

in the blink of an eye, bi-han flips your body over and pins you to the bed, planting a long and voracious kiss at your lips. you bite at his lower lip and he responds by wrestling your tongue with his own. after what seems like an eternity of your mouths fighting for dominance with each other, you break the kiss as a string of saliva follows your mouths.

"you know, i saw everything that unfolded with rina. i think it really is safe to say we belong to one another."

bi-han looks at you with a hint of amusement. "i should have known you didn't have pure intentions with inviting her over." he slips his hand down your frame, erecting shivers from you. he plants small kisses trailing down your midsize.

"perhaps the rest of the lin kuei should know the grandmaster's wife isn't really as much of an angel as she lets everyone think she is."

#bi han #bi han x reader #bi han x y/n #mk sub zero #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 bi han #mk1 x reader #sub zero #sub zero x reader #bi han x you #bihan x reader #bihan x y/n

[jarofstyles]

Reaper 6

Reaper is a dark story with dark and mature subject matter. 18+ NSFW

Hello welcome back to the world of Reaper and Bunny, this is another light hearted chapter... the next one will satisfy what this one doesn't ;)

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wc: 9.1k

warnings: cute couple behavior, changing room shenanigans, daddy kink?, we are giving you guys blue balls in this

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Harry hadn’t woken up happy like this in a long, long time.

A face full of hair and sweet smelling skin mixed with the scent of sex lingering in the room had always been something he avoided. Women weren’t allowed her and he never spent the night, not wanting any semblance of a connection past orgasms to be misconstrued.

This, though? This was a dream.

Sweet Bunny curled up with him, his arms firmly wrapped around her body and one hand, appropriate to his character, holding a breast. Her warm skin touched every inch of his. The best part had to be the fact he was still tucked up inside of her.

He had made sure to get them clean the night before, but she had woken him up with a soft little whine and whisper of ‘feels empty’ and that was all it took for him to guide himself back inside of the warm walls.

Waking up inside of her was fucking incredible. He felt warm and her cunt was snug and soft, making him exhale sharply as she moved in her sleep.

His hands pulled her in further, dislodging for a moment to brush the hair from her face, adjusting it so his lips could press against her neck. Stubble brushing the skin, his warm lips pressed a few kisses.

He could feel her breathing change slightly and smiled against her, his raspy morning voice breaking the morning silence.

“Mornin’ Bun.”

As Bunny slowly came to, she was overwhelmed by a feeling of warmth and fullness that she had only ever dreamed of. If it wasn’t for his grip on her, she wouldn’t have noticed. A smile spread across her sleepy and blissful face, squeezing herself around him out of instinct.

“Good morning…” She didn’t even attempt to hold back the moan before speaking, instead leaning into the sound. He felt so good completely wrapped around her. Y/N felt her heartbeat start to pick up as he breathed against her neck, already getting sucked right back into the feelings of last night.

She simply couldn’t get enough of him, but it seemed he was in the same boat.

“Oh bunny, what am I going to do about you?” He murmured, pressing kisses up to her ear. “Didn’t get enough? Is that it? You’re already ready to go?” He asked, surprisingly gently but she could tell he was just as eager but rather holding himself back.

“I don’t want you to stop.” Her weak morning voice whispered to him, clenching around him again and making him groan against her ear. He felt the chills on her skin, pressing herself back, not wanting to stop.

“Y’sure? You’re not sore?” He murmured, shallowly thrusting. He hadn’t had sex like that before, usually preferring to pin them down or have them ride him- but there was an intimacy to this. Cuddled up under the fresh blankets, her quiet breathing getting heavier.

“A little. But I like you inside me. Like when it hurts.” She grabbed his hand and held it to her stomach, arching slightly to let him get the picture.

“My god… what have I done to deserve a filthy, delicious little treat like you?” Harry asked, turning her head slightly so he could kiss her lips, sinking back all the way inside. Lazy morning sex had never been a priority, never even really a want. That required staying the night and he never liked anyone enough for that. Instead, this was probably one of his new favorite things.

He felt his hips push a little harder against her, each thrust pushing her body harder against his hand. He loved it. How easily he could move her around and how responsive she was to his touch.

“Have you really been thinking about me all these years?” He asked, recalling the one thing that had been on his mind since the words left her lips. It was a primal desire, he wanted to hear her say it again. “Did I meet your expectations?”

He was practically purring, hips moving at a slow yet passionate pace. He felt like he couldn’t be deep enough inside her, wanting to savor every second.

“More than.” She clutched his hand again, shivering when she felt his lips purring against her. It felt so good. Each movement of him against her had her body lighting up, addicted to the feeling of his personal brand of pleasure. It never felt like this with anyone else.

“All the years… I begged for you in my head. wanted you… to see me.” She spoke between his thrusts, admitting the truth freely to him.

It fueled him. Knowing he had been the main target all along. She had wanted him from day one and that did something for his soul. He knew he may not be able to keep her forever-

But he would treasure and cherish every single second he could now.

“Did you dream of this?” He slid his hand up her body, gently collaring her throat with his hand. “Dream of me waking you up like this? What did you dream of, my sweet girl?” He coaxed answers from her, cherishing every single drag of his cock inside of her. It was a privilege to get this again.

He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her as long as she allowed him.

She took in a deep breath, body shaking with pleasure each time he smoothed over the most sensitive parts of her skin. It was as if he knew just where to touch her, his hands tending to every part of her silky skin.

“Mmm…” Bunny hummed, feeling the vibration travel to his hand through her throat. “Yeah— just like that,” A pleased sigh escaped her, “Thought about you eating me out on the counter.” It was always a fantasy of hers even at her mom’s house. When Sterling was upstairs and Harry came down to grab a snack.

“In the shower too.” The feeling of her hot body pressed against the cool tiles, nipples grazing over the glass. “But this.. mostly this…” Bunny had always pictured the two of them having lazy yet passionate sex. Harry was raw, in ways many guys weren’t. He didn’t care about superficial things as much, he didn’t live a life where such things matter.

When it came to sex, it was one of the only ways he was able to communicate his love. If he’d ever felt love, to begin with.

“Good.” He brushed his lips over her skin, his thrusts lazily drinking up every bit of the sensation. Feeling her against his body, being inside of her, all of it felt unreal. He was going to soak up as much as possible, as much as she would allow.

He wouldn’t have touched her then simply on the principle that it was his best mate’s sister- but it didn’t mean he didn’t think about it as she grew into herself. He had always been fond of her but he resented himself when his attraction had grown.

Little did he know, she had been pining back even harder.

“I’ll give it to you whenever you want, Angel. As long as you keep being my good fucking girl, I’ll give you every bit of cock you want. And my mouth.” And this affection. He didn’t want to admit that quite yet- but he knew he had been good at taking what he could get.

A girl like Y/N could do plenty better than Harry, and she probably would want to leave one day- but Harry would take every little bit of her he could while she was in his possession. Especially since she so freely gave it.

“Can feel you… you’re so close. Are you going to cum on my cock again?”

“Yeah—“ She was breathing deeply, a true test of how relaxed she was, the fact that he could bring her to her climax so quickly. It sent another wave of pleasure over her body. It felt electric, the waves crashing over her with each push of his hips and gentle kisses along her shoulders.

“you make me feel so good…” Her words were accented by the smile tugging at her lips, sighs of relief filling the room along with more giggles. His stubble was tickling her neck, but the feeling of being warm and full of him was distracting.

The kisses didn’t stop even when she turned her body slightly to face him. Bunny used a free hand to guide his lips to hers, sighing blissfully into his mouth at the relief.

Gently massaging his head, her lips took control of the kiss. It wasn’t that he was giving any resistance, more than happy to follow her lead. Her kiss was sweet as if she hadn’t seen him for ages, even more, eager than after classes. Those kisses became so familiar, he was starting to think this was just how she kissed him. His lover girl.

He was gentle with her.

She was aware that with most of humanity, that was the opposite. He was hard and mean and he wasn’t someone you’d call a good person- but it was hard to remember that with his calloused fingers stroking her hot cheek, leaning into a place that neither of them had been in before.

Gentleness wasn’t a descriptor nearly anyone else could use for their interactions with him but Bunny absolutely could. He was rough with her during sex, sure, but outside of that? He treated her in the most tender way she could have ever expected. He was mindful of his strength, making sure she was safe and he didn’t hurt her- because if he did? He’d probably drive off a cliff or something.

He watched her eyes lazily open as they pulled back, swollen mouth curling into a sleepy smile before she pressed her cheek to his shoulder.

“What’s got you smiling like that?”

“Shhhhh..” She was far too shy despite the position they were in. “You know what.” Her words came out in a small whisper. There were far too many things to list. She felt safe and relaxed, comfortable in his arms, she felt well rested and brand new thanks to a night and morning full of sex. Why wouldn’t she be smiling?

“You look really sexy when you’re relaxed you know…” She decided she could trust her voice again, gently nipping at the crease between his shoulder and neck. “Kinda look hot when you’re mad too… sometimes.” Y/N thought she had gotten away with saying it quietly but it seemed he heard it clear as day.

It piqued his interest, his grasp on her hips tightened. Of course, the little angel liked a bit of danger.

“Too curious for your own good, bunny…”

His personal goal was to try and avoid having her see him in the way that earned him his nickname. He didn’t want to risk her freaking out and leaving or changing her mind about him- or even worse, feeling unsafe. He would never hurt her in a million years, never in his life. He adored her- even if he couldn’t say it out loud yet.

“Just honest.” She smiled, pecking his lips. “I think you’ve created a monster out of me. With the sex.” Her body curled into him, raising a hand and pushing some slightly sweaty hair from his face, letting herself observe him.

As beautiful as he was, he still looked dangerous. The slight scar over his eyebrow, the slight glint in his eyes, the stubble, all of it called to a part of her that should probably tell her to stay away- but instead, it made her want to run to him.

“Yeah? That’s not a problem. I’ve been described as a monster to some so… I think I can handle a horny one.”

“Do you?” She asked mischievously. “We’ll see about that.” It was just teasing, but then again that was something she was very good at. Bunny remembered how easily he cracked before, now it would only be harder for him to deny her. “I’m very needy.”

Pecking his lips once more she slowly attempted to pull away from him so she could escape to the bathroom. She didn’t want to interrupt, but she swore she would burst if sh—

“Harry!” She squealed, feeling him yank her arm back into bed. His body caged over top of hers pretty quickly. “Did I say you could go anywhere?” He purred against her, nose brushing up the side of her cheek.

“Please Harry, I gotta go pee.”  Bunny pleaded and he could only chuckle. He’s had worse happen in this bed.

“You do?” He grinned, pulling back to look at her. “Shame. I don’t feel like letting you up yet.”

“Harry. Please?” She pouted, squirming underneath him. It had aroused her to be manhandled like that, to be trapped underneath him. It didn’t help that he began to mouth at her neck.

“Okay. Let me finish this.. and then I’ll let you up.” He had seen a lack of good marks on her neck. There were plenty on her breasts- but the one he had given her yesterday on her neck hadn’t developed the way he wanted. His lips attached to a piece of skin, kissing it slightly before increasing the pressure of his sucking.  Hickeys hurt, but he knew his Bunny liked a lick of pain. Especially if it pleases him.

She was squirming beneath him, a different heat rising to her cheeks as she tried her best not to tense up too much from the feeling. It was a good kind of pain, the type that felt like sparks in her stomach.

Small whines let him know it was time to let go, but he certainly wasn’t ready just yet. He wanted to hear a few more mewls, to hear her beg once more. His sweet bunny, all his.

“Harry.” She breathed out through her nose, his grip on her wrists loosened, his lips still lingering over her body as he allowed her to move up and out of bed. He didn’t let go till his fingertips touched hers, watching her shuffle into the ensuite.

What was going on? What had even happened? Harry felt like he’d been in a bubble for the past 24 hours. Distracted. What time was it?

Harry wasn’t sure why it had snapped when it had, but he knew it was going to be impossible to go back to the way it was before. He wouldn’t be able to resist her anymore. Of course, the man had done his best to hold out, to keep himself calm and remember that she was indeed his best mate's sister… but he was also a selfish being. He wanted her, he wanted to know her taste and her smell and wanted to indulge in the fantasy of having her truly be his. So… he couldn’t really deny it anymore.

He did feel a bit of guilt that he would worry about later. This lifestyle and even him, they weren’t good enough for her. She deserved a hell of a lot more, a lot less looking over one's shoulders. She should have a nice guy outside of this town with a picket fence and some Goldendoodles and kids. That wasn’t what she would get with him.

Sure, she would get fierce loyalty and hot sex and devotion. But how much could that feed her?

Surprisingly? A lot.

Y/N sat with her feet flat against the floor, playing with her hands with a small smile on her face. It’s like she couldn’t wipe it off. She’d never been so happy, so carefree. Bunny truly had forgotten the things she feared beyond these four walls.

Harry had a way of making her feel seen, even in the moments when he was emotionally stunted. He was able to read her fluently, enough to know what was wrong and enough to desire to solve it. It seemed the best solution for relaxing was his tongue.

Y/N made her way back to the bedroom, feeling refreshed. Seeing him back to business mode on his phone, she wished she could snatch it out of his hand sometimes.

Harry had picked up his phone to go through messages he had gotten the night before. He’d been too busy balls deep inside of Bunny and he wasn’t letting anyone interrupt that, but now that they’d gotten a few rounds in he was able to concentrate.

A little bit.

He sat on the edge of the bed and felt her body weight dip the bed. His expectation was for her to cuddle back under the covers, but instead was met with arms wrapping should his body and a chin on his shoulder, plushy lips pressing into his cheek as she sighed. The casual affection was unexpected, something he was very unused to… but not unwelcoming.

“Why are you working already.” Her tone was slightly whiny, which oddly did something to his cock. He’s never liked whining before but perhaps it was just… from her.

“I’ve got to catch up on things from last night.” He murmured, typing back a reply to one of the messages. “If we’re spending today at home… I need to at least reschedule some shit.”

“Okay,” She relaxed against his back, letting her head rest against him the way she wanted. Cheek against his shoulder blade, closing her eyes again only to focus in on the sound of his heart and his breathing.

Y/N took her sweet time, gently tracing shapes over his chest and stomach with her finger. She just wanted to touch him, let him know she was there and present and waiting for his attention.

It meant a lot to her that he was taking the time out for her, but she had a feeling that last night convinced him to go against his doubts. He should stay with her. To keep her safe. It was selfish, but he couldn’t leave her on her own. He was the only one she could trust now.

Has she not known him for years, it would have been far more worrying that she was clinging to him like this. He couldn’t say he hated it. He’d never had a girl feel comfortable enough to touch him so freely and gently. He didn’t realize touch could feel this way. His heart sped up, clearing his throat before using a free hand to hold her hand against his stomach instead.

He didn’t usually like casual or affectionate touches. It was too familiar. People tried to figure him out, his ‘story’ so to speak, thinking there was a mystery behind him. And- there was. But it wasn’t for anyone faint of heart or anyone who sought out the story anyways.

That being said, Bunny had always been an exception to his rule. Only girl he let ride his bike, the only girl to stay the night in his bed, the only girl he gave hickeys to, the only girl he actually gave a shit about.

He was on his phone for a good 20 minutes, feeling her start to get a bit antsy as he felt kisses travel over his shoulders and back. He shivered slightly without being able to stop himself when she had gotten to his neck, still on the phone when she placed the side opposite to the phone full of little pecks. It wasn’t even necessarily sexual- but a touch of appreciation that made him a little confused. Why did it affect him so much?

“Okay. That was the last one.” He told her, turning his head to try and get a glimpse of her.

She didn’t even try to hide the excitement in her eyes, not having any plans for the day meant more quality time with him. Bunny woke up this morning with a mission to make him feel something different.

When he first told her she was the first girl he’d done all this with, she wasn’t surprised. However, it did make her heart hurt. He’s never known softness, but even self-proclaimed monsters need a place where they can just be.

“Yeah? You still have things to do today though, right?” She wanted to make sure he knew she would give him space if it all became too much. “Don’t have to do it now though… if you don’t want to.” Bunny leaned forward again and pressed a kiss to his chin.

He looked confused for a moment as if he expected her to kiss his lips but he wasn’t disappointed. A kiss followed shortly after. She couldn’t help it. He just looked like he needed it.

“I was thinking we could go shopping. We need some more groceries… can go into the city for a bit, first. I need to get some new jeans. Sound like something you’d want to do?”

He wasn’t sure what to do. If he should even attempt being romantic with her or what the deal was. It was something of uncharted territory… but he also liked the idea of people seeing them together.

“M’sorry I’m not letting you go back to school yet. I just…” he licked his suddenly dry lip, looking at her wide eyes. “I don’t want you around that area yet. I got a text from Wiz- he’s going tonight and sneaking into the lot to install a discreet camera facing your parking spot.” Thank god they had designated spots. “So maybe we can catch him if he tries this shit again.” He didn’t want to remind her of the situation but he also wanted her to be aware he was taking extra precautions for her. Was trying to make sure she was aware he was going to do any and everything he could to make her safe.

“Shopping? Say no more.” Bunny scrunched her nose and gave him a cheeky smile. He did mention the jeans thing a while back, they were far too busy before but now that things are tense but settled? Why not. No one could harm her if he was with her. Knowing Reaper, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight.

“I wanna see you in one of those button ups… the sheer ones or the silky ones.” She hummed at the thought, “Think you’d look really good. Like… really really good.” Bunny could already see the fabric clinging to his body. It would hang off his shoulders just right. Show off his back…

“But cuddle first.” Y/N pulled him backwards into bed, giggling as his weight crushed her in just the right way. “Before we get up to eat, don’t wanna get up yet..” code for, I don’t want the moment to end.

She swore she’d stay in bed with him all day if he let her.

“Well… I don’t think I can say no to putting one in when you seem to get horny just thinking about them.” He laughed, letting her pull his body down onto the bed into her lap. Harry melted into her, letting out a sigh as she looked down at him spiderman style. He could see how long her eyelashes were and slightly up her nose, but he just shook his head. The comfort was something he would happily do as long as she would let her.

—-

“Bunny….” Harry gave her a look as she piled her arms with clothing for him to try on. She had brought him to a boutique she knew that sold men’s clothing, and was using him as her personal Barbie doll.

Harry stuck out like a sore thumb. A lot of this stuff was for hipsters, really, and Harry looked like a guard dog, a scowl on his face as he looked at anyone who passed them. He had let her walk around the store, following behind her quietly until he realized what exactly she was doing.

“Please?” She hit him with a pout. A pout that made him inhale deeply, looking at the stack of clothing in her hands. She had been through some shit and the giddiness on her face at the prospect of him trying some things on would be a little price to pay to try and make up for the lack of empathy he’s given her.

“Fine. But you need to come in the dressing room with me. You aren’t out of my sight.”

“I’d never say no to that.” She smirked, “but no funny business, okay Harry?” Bunny teased knowing damn well she was the one who needed the warning. It would be hard not to touch on him especially when he’d be trying on the most attractive pieces.

Harry wasn’t one to wear colors, so she chose mostly black shirts and jeans. Except for this one red shirt that was screaming for him to try on. It was a thin material, just showed enough to make her want to rip it off of him. That’s what she thought at least, she wanted to see it on him.

“Promise you can pick something for me later and I’ll try it on for you too.” Y/N had an idea of a few things he could like. For his eyes only of course.

After Bunny was finished scanning the shop, she led him to the dressing rooms deciding to pick the one at the very back. It was bigger than the others, more private.

Harry raised a brow at the promise. One that he was 100% going to make her fulfill. He was a man of his word, after all.

It was amusing seeing her think through which shirts or pants she wanted him to try on. It was also evident that she was very much aware there wasn’t much of a problem with money, choosing some pieces that had Harry’s eyes widening a bit. He never spent a lot on clothes, really, besides if he was going to go somewhere for the club that needed it. His jeans usually came from thrift stores or whatever shop was closest. This was a new thing for him. Shopping was in and out for him- but he had to remember the times he and Sterling had to accompany her and her friends to the malls outside their territory. Hours upon hours.

“Okay…” he cleared his throat, leaning against the closed door of the fitting room while she placed the items on the rack. “What am I doing here? What do I try first?”

“Let’s do the jeans first to get them out of the way. I think you’ll know if you like them or not.” Y/N handed him the few folded pairs of black jeans. They were pretty simple, but good quality. They wouldn’t tear as easily but would still hold up nicely even with biking.

“Can take your shirt off if you want, gonna have you truly the shirts on with one of the pairs of jeans on.” Bunny wanted him to see her vision fully. The new jeans would help determine which shirts would stay.

“Obviously if you don’t like anything or don’t feel good in them, then don’t just agree 'cause I picked them… want you to like them too.” She cooed and turned back around to take a good look at him.

“Well.. I do trust your taste considering I know fuck all about fashion.” He laughed under his breath. His jeans were stripped down and tossed off to the side where Bunny sat and his shirt followed.

While essentially naked, he moved, grabbing a pair of jeans and slipping them on. She had taken a few pairs of pants and somehow found differences between them all. Harry didn’t know what it was besides maybe the fit? But these already fit nicely. If he was alone he would simply grab these and go.

However… he could feel her eyes on him. His back was to her as he looked in the mirror and he was positive she could see the scratch marks she had left up the planes of his back. She was a wildcat and had definitely marked her territory, something he would wear with pride. She matched with her love bites, but he knew just from his shower earlier that she did a number on him.

“How’re these?”

“Huh?” Y/N pulled herself from her thoughts at the sound of his voice, “Turn around.” She spoke when she processed what he’d said. Taking a step forward, she gave him a look up and down. They fit really well.

“Bum looks good,” Bunny smirked, smacking it lightly just to get a rise out of him. She liked pushing his buttons but he was patient with her. “Do you like them?” It didn’t matter how many times he said he didn’t care she wanted to make sure he picked ones he liked.

Her hands moved to his belt loops, pulling herself closer for a moment to give him time to answer. And to steal a quick kiss of course.

He gave her an unamused look at the smack to the ass but it was quickly wiped away when she kissed him. It was the casual kisses that kind of knocked him off his feet in a way. It was flattering to think she was comfortable enough with him to do that.

“I do. But we’re never going to get out of this room if y’keep kissing on me.” His own hand strayed down to get a handful of his own, dipping under her skirt and squeezing the soft flesh covered by her panties. Shame.

“Sorry, Daddy.” She purred up at him, making his jaw clench. Like she said- pushing his buttons, making him tick, being a bit of a brat was fun for her.

She hadn’t expected his hand to grab jaw and move her back slightly with a warning look on his face- but it aroused her further. This mostly unexplored part of him made her melt, eyes widening up at his dark ones.

“I said to watch yourself, little girl.” He spoke quietly. “Don’t get me worked up one pair of pants in.” A tiny peck was placed on her lips paired with a tiny squeeze to her jaw before he released her, turning around to take them off.

“I’ll get these. Which should I try next?”

“Any.” She spoke, rather winded. Y/N had been hot since this morning, still not adjusted to the new stage in their relationship. Bunny wanted to be touching him all the time. He always had the ability to take her breath away. He knew just how much pressure to apply and when to apply it. Touchy. It made her skin buzz. She licked over her lip and handed him the next pair of jeans, smiling smugly to herself.

He had unlocked the one part she’d been holding back. He gave her the go-ahead, the freedom to do as she pleased. It was giving her enough satisfaction seeing him react so strongly to her. To see he’d been holding back as well.

They zoomed past the next pair, Harry agreed that they fit well. Even said he preferred those which shocked her. She had managed to sway him. He did care deep down. Y/N was getting impatient though, wanting to see all the button-ups.

“Okay… pick which one you want to try first. Do your thing.” She decided she would have a seat for this one, leaning back against the wall of the dressing room.

Harry let his eyes run over the tops she had chosen. They were definitely a bit out there, sure, but she knew his go to’s so it wasn’t like it was something completely unwearable.

Except one.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got t’be joking with this one.” He snorted, looking at the one with… chicks? Printed on it. It was ugly. Point blank period, no other way around it. It was probably a gag but he still didn’t know what she was thinking even bringing it in here.

“I’d burn that one. But…” his eyes took in a silky black one, humming as he observed the embossed pattern on it.

“This one is nice.” It had a snake print around it, only visible when the light caught it. “This is more like it. Not cartoon chicks.”

He tugged it on his body, straightening up as the fabric fell against his body. “Hm…” he liked it. He was partial to silk and satin when he went out, even just to the bar if he felt like looking good in order to pull- but this was different. It felt different because Bunny was the one who chose it.

Bunny scrunched her nose at him, nodding along with the idea of burning the shirt. It was a gag, but she wanted to see what he would say.

“Really? I think you’d make it look good.” She smacked the gum in her mouth, watching as he fell in love with the black shirt. Bunny knew he’d be drawn to it, it screamed his name. It was practically begging for her to pick it up the second she walked into the boutique. It was his already.

“Yeah?” Y/N raised her brow, “Sex on legs in that.” There was no other way to describe it. Anyone would see him in that shirt and immediately want to rip it off of him. “Definitely getting this one.”

“How about the red one?”

“Sex on legs?” He chuffed. “I’d say so. But I’m glad y’think so too.” He decided on that once, scoffing at the price tag but placing it back on the hanger. He never splurged but it was obviously making her happy to watch him try things on.

His hands reached for the red one. It was sheer and soft and had lining on the cuffs and collar with some velvet, the rest left on its own. Truthfully he felt like he wasn’t even wearing much, the soft material lightweight against his skin. Cool to the touch.

It was hot.

Y/N watched with her lip bitten between her teeth as he took his hair down from the bun it was in, shaking out his hair as he tried to get the vision. He was so attractive it was almost criminal. The only reason it wasn’t was because she was the one that got him.

“I like this one too. It’s hot.” He mumbled. “Can see all my tattoos though. Dunno if a jealous thing like you can handle that.”

“Mmm well it’s for my eyes, isn’t it? if I can dress slutty then so can you.” She said with a shrug, knowing damn well she would be eating her words next time they were out. The moment she’d see a girl looking at him for too long she’d make her wish she hadn’t. Not that they could really truly go out without being on edge.

“I like that you know you’re good looking.” Bunny hummed, “But I don’t like to share either. So I think it works out for the both of us, hmm?” The two of them really were a match. Undeniably so, they fit together like a puzzle, their flaws complimenting each other.

“Okay let’s finish up here, next one.” She was getting a bit fidgety, unable to touch him here despite her wants. Harry could see it in her eyes, a smug smile stuck on his face. He wanted to give her something to hold her over.

She handed him the next one while he watched her squirm slightly. She was antsy and he knew exactly why.

The newfound sexual energy that they had finally given into had been something that tempted the both of them. It was just more visible on Y/N. She bit at her lip and fiddled with the ends of her hair, legs pressed together as she exhaled shakily. He had taken off his shirt and stood in just jeans, a sight that was honestly hotter than she cared to admit.

There was the lazy smugness, the arrogance that she found so fucking hot it was ridiculous. He knew she was struggling a bit and didn’t offer her anything but temptation, pulling on a few more shirts which she approved all of.

Truly? He could even pull if the stupid chick shirt. It was infuriating.

“You’re being good.” He commented, hanging the last shirt up. “I’m proud of you.” His voice dropped as he approached her, standing tall in front of her sitting form. “Behaving even though I know you’re a mess between your legs. What a good little thing you are. I’m a little surprised given how greedy you were but… you’ve behaved.” His knuckled brushed over her hot cheek, that smirk making her breathing catch. “Good girl.”

She could feel her stomach flip, practically purring as her eyes glossed over in need. He seemed to know exactly what to say to get her here, but she had a feeling he wasn’t going to let her have it. She let her hands find the back of his thighs, holding him there and slowly making her way up.

How she’d love to have him in her mouth right no—

“Don’t even think about it.” Harry grabbed her jaw again, forcing her to look up at him. This was just a warning, but he was really serious about this. Normally he’d be all for a quick blowy in a dressing room but now when she was actively being stalked. Who knows what this guy was capable of.

“Come on… let’s go check out and then we can go home and do whatever you want.” He tried to persuade her but the girl had other plans.

“What about you picking something for me?”

Harry’s tune changed pretty quickly at that idea.

“Well…. I suppose.” He tried not to get excited. Yes, it delayed his plans, but he also was never going to say no to the idea of her buying something pretty to wear exclusively for him.

“Let’s go.”

He didn’t blink at the total at the register, far too in his own head thinking about the fact he was going to get to choose stuff for her- and keeping his eyes around the store to make sure there weren’t any suspicious characters lingering around.

Bunny was preening. Harry had held on to her hand extra tight as they walked along the shops, his hand strong and warm and she felt an extra spring in her step as the other held his shopping bag. Standing next to him gathered some attention but it was attention she liked. Leaning into his body, she knew she was going to rile him up. Get him into some trouble.

“Right there!” She chirped, pulling him suddenly when she saw the shop she wanted to go into.

Harry should have known better. The plan she had all along, created just to torture him. Of course, he would never decline going into a lingerie shop, he knew that this would end incredibly well for him.

“Ahh, right to the point darling.” Harry shook his head a bit at her excitement, taking a look around the shop to figure out where even to begin. “All right, is there anything you don’t feel comfortable wearing?”

He knew that girls were really sensitive when it came to their bodies. He had seen his fair share of meltdowns at the warehouse when the guys commented on girls' bodies without question. He knew better. There was no need to do that, especially when they didn’t plan on seeing them again.

Regardless, he didn’t want Bunny to feel uncomfortable just for the sake of pleasing him. He wanted to choose something she’d be comfortable in. So she could feel like her sexiest self for him.

It made her want to suck him off even more.

Harry, for all his flaws and a bit of emotional blindness, was considerate as hell when it came to her body like this. He was always making sure he had consent to touch her previously, he had always been respectful of her and for that, she appreciated him. Sure, it was the bare minimum.  But he stepped up.

“Nope.” She popped the p in the world, giving him a sly smile. “Anything you want. I’m not huge on wearing g strings for a daily thing… but for special occasions they’re fine.” She shrugged, excited for what he could pull.

“Hope you don’t regret giving me free rein.” He chuckled, looking around the store. There was an abundance of lace and silk and bodysuits and panties… a lot of things he knew would look incredible on her.

“I think you’d look incredible in any of this shit. I want to see you in everything.”

“I’m sure you would, Harry. But go on… pick your favorite.” Bunny felt herself get warm at the idea, genuinely interested to find out what Harry’s preferences were.

She was personally eyeing up a few baby doll dresses and silk slip dresses, but that was more her taste. She never really had a specific type she liked anyway, as long as it was comfortable to wear and a cute color. Half the time she didn’t even bother with fancy underwear, but other times she did care because she believed it gave her more confidence.

Harry however was really putting his thought into it. It seemed his eyes were drawn to lighter colors despite his personal taste, hell, most of the things he was touching looked so wrong in his hands. He thinks it’s probably why he likes it so much.

His fingers brushed the delicate lace on mesh, picking it up and thinking clearly about what it would look like on her. He liked the soft pink one with cherry blossoms embroidered on it, a set with a sheer bra and matching panties. He lightly placed it basket Y/N had given to him to put the finds into.

One of the appeals of Y/N was probably a bit of the fact he shouldn’t touch her. Her sunshine and sweetness was something he directly went against in his own personality. Her light to his dark. He was dirtying her, sullying that but if innocence- but she seemed to eat it up.

He chose more. A few sets of light colors, whites and baby pink and powder blue, soft spoken colors and delicate details. Lace and ribbon and softness that he could easily destroy, though he would be gentle with.

His eyes had caught hers lingering in her staple slip dresses and decided to choose some of those in similar fashions, but shorter than she usually wore. He wanted to see what she would do.

“I think the basket is full.” He lifted it up. “I’d make you try on the whole store if I could. But I don’t think I could last that long.”

“Let’s see how many you get through.” She giggled, flattered that he wanted to see her in that many to begin with. It was interesting to see what was in the bag, she expected him to pick something dark to match his own aesthetic.

She didn’t typically wear colors like that either, often choosing something darker or muted and earthy. It’s clear he saw her as such a delicate person, it made her feel so exposed. In a good way.

They made their way into the dressing room once again, but this time they really had to be good because there was a massive gap at the top and bottom of the rooms. Likely to prevent any suspicious behavior. Of course, it covered enough, but they walked all the way to the back just for good measure.

Harry placed the basket down, hanging up his choices on the rack and took a seat. He was strangely a bit nervous to see if she liked them- but not more than his excitement to see her in them.

“Are you…” she swallowed, looking at him sitting with his legs spread and his arms crossed over his chest. “You’re staying while I change into these?”

Harry could tell she was a little nervous, but not so much that he was going to upset her. Still, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable, but there was no way he was leaving her without his eyes on her physically.

“I can look at your feet instead if you’re uncomfortable. I can’t leave you by yourself. I’ve seen it all and like every bit of it, but if it makes you feel more comfortable I can look at the floor while you change.” And he wouldn’t peek.

Maybe.

“No, it’s okay.” If the man wanted to look, let him look. She wasn’t going to stop him. Even with any of the insecurities she had, she was positive he would be more concerned with holding himself together. He was right, he had seen it all. He’d seen far more gruesome things, to him she was the best view.

Stripping down was the easy part.

Y/N took her time picking out which one she wanted first, deciding to start with one that looked both revealing and comfortable. It was lilac, the front had a part that you could tie in the front with two panels of fabric that showed just the right amount of her stomach and the matching thong. She liked the way it was still a bit modest but definitely screamed fuck me.

Y/N turned around so she could show him the front, clasping her hands behind her back as she tried to read his face.

His eyes were dark, looking her up and down as he observed one of his picks. She was fucking stunning, that much as obvious, but he felt hot under his shirt just looking at her.

Her tummy peeked out from the piece, the sheer fabric floating down her sides and the lace covering her breasts. Breasts that still had a few marks from his teeth lingering there.

She looked like his own personal angel. One that had been sent down here to torture him into being a semi decent person.

A large exhale through his nose made him lean back further, rubbing his finger under his nose. “Fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled. “M’getting you that one. Take it off before I do something I regret.”

It was the first one and his cock was twitching, his pants getting a little tight. She was smug by the looks of it and he didn’t like how easily the tables had turned.

“Okay, tell me which one you like best so I can spare you.” She said, deciding that she’d keep that one to try on at home. Her hands hovered over them, but she had a feeling which one he would want her to save for last.

“Black one.” He nodded, watching as she stripped out of the current set and slipped into the new one. Harry wished he could look away, maybe it would be easier for him if he had. Seeing her so comfortable and so willing to show him these sets woke up something inside him that he wasn’t sure he was prepared to deal with. Especially in public.

The set was a light pink one, far sheerer. She felt confident in this one, it was comfy and it had great support.

“My tits look so good!” She groaned, cutting his view of her perky bum short as she turned around once again to let him see. They did look really good. A bit too good.

“Yes, they do.” He released his hands to rub over his thighs, eyeing her up as she turned to him. God fucking damn, they really did.

“Look even better with my marks on ‘em, though.” His eyes drank up the vision, though his hands stayed at his sides. The reason the black had been his favorite was because he felt like he could properly touch her in that. These? She looked like his own angel, untouchable. Something he should avoid, but wanted very badly.

“Give me a spin.” He made the motion with his hand, watching as she obeyed and gave him a look at what she had to offer. A slight bruise on her ass from his hand spanking it, a few on her thighs from when he had held them up. She was littered with reminders of him.

“You look sexy as all hell, Bunny.” He admitted, chewing at his gum. “I think you should get that too. You look really good in those sorts of colors and… I wouldn’t mind seeing your tits in that again.” He would welcome it happily.

Harry was trying very hard to behave, but it was hard. And so was he.

“Mmm thank you,” She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She’d never felt so beautiful in her life. Maybe it was silly, but there was something special about this. She never felt comfortable enough to do this with anyone.

Even though his eyes were absolutely devouring her, he was still sitting in place, not moving. It was enough for him to observe, to see her just standing there for him. The rest he could imagine could remember the feeling of.

The next few were a similar style, but there were some she had been saving for the end for a reason. They showed more than they covered, both of them had garters with clips as well. She’d never had a set like this before and she was surprised Harry picked up three of the same in different colors. He really liked them. The pink one was her favorite so she thought it was the best to try on.

“Could you… help me with these bits? I don’t know how they’re supposed to look…”

God damn it.

Harry swallowed, knowing that touching her was going to be a temptation that he would have to fight- but he nodded. Keeping his legs spread, he motioned for her to come over.

Bunny was giddy, the straps swaying as she walked over to him and felt his hands against her skin as he reached for the clips. The garter had been pulled up her leg, but they were a bit complex to untangle.

She lifted her leg up to rest next to him, standing directly between his legs and probably a bit too close- but she wanted to. Tempting him was her job, and his face was so close to her cunt that she felt the heat stirring right in her stomach. His skilled fingers untangled the bits and stroked her leg a little as he clasped the front.

“Turn around.” His voice rasped, the temptation of pressing kisses to the band of her panties and peeling them down too much- but having her ass in his face didn’t do him much better.

Bunny liked this feeling. The slow build up of tension. Her heart was racing just having him stroke her leg, she’d been dying to touch him this whole day but she said she would be good.

“Harry…” Y/N breathed, hoping he’d give into her even just for a second. She wasn’t sure what she wanted but she wanted something more than this. It was getting so hard to resist.

“Go on.” He motioned her to take a step away from him the moment he finished with the clasps. It was really hard for him to ignore her like that, but he couldn’t give into her here. For her safety.

There was a tiny pout on her face as she stepped away, looking into the mirror at herself. Even she had to admit this was hot. Her body was curved in the places she liked, the outfit screamed sex. She ran her hand over her body, smoothing out invisible creases as she tossed her hair over her shoulders.

Harry didn’t like disappointing her but he knew if he stayed at that angle, he would do something bad. So he stood up, deciding to indulge in a bit of touch that wouldn’t go past anything other than a tease.

“You are a little minx.” He murmured, moving to stand behind her. His hand wrapped around her, flattening on her stomach as he looked at the both of them in the mirror.

It was bittersweet.

They looked hot as a couple. Leather and lace, quite literally. Light and dark. Her aura was soft pink and white clouds and his was the midnight sky and flames, and yet they seemed to melt together.

He looked dirty compared to her. He would never be good enough for a woman like her. A goddess. Oozing goodness and sweetness and things he wanted to devour and own for himself. But for the time being, she was his.

“Don’t be pouty.” His breath tickled her ear. “I’ll give you any and everything you want when we get home. I’ll make you cum so many times your throat is sore from begging and your knees are so weak you can’t stand. But m’not going to touch you out here. It’s too risky.” He kissed her cheek, settling on that.

“Can we go home then?”

She didn’t hesitate, knowing she could try the rest on for him later and have the exact ending she wanted. Part of her liked seeing him try to control his urges, it made her feel powerful and beautiful beyond belief. She could feel how hard he was, her barely covered bum was resting so comfortably against it.

Bunny didn’t want to think, she just wanted to be back home with him in the bubble they’d created. It was nice to have something to keep her mind off of things. Sure, she was upset she was missing class because she genuinely did love learning about cooking, but this was the perfect replacement.

Let’s be real, they both knew they’d be buying everything he put in that basket. It was nice to try it all on for him of course.

“Yeah. We can.” He sighed, knowing it was for the best. He couldn’t behave himself and he knew it now, plus Bunny was not too far off herself. He could tell she was desperate for it- and being honest, so was he.

He had gotten a taste of her and now he was starving. He had held back for a while but now it was time to indulge in his cravings before she decided she didn’t want to share herself with him anymore.

“God, M’gonna ruin you.” He murmured softly against her neck, placing a few kisses to the warm skin. “Just had you a few hours ago but I want to make you weak again. Looking at you like this is driving me mad.”

#Reaper #reaper harry #Reaperry #harry styles fanfiction #Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfics #harry styles fanfictions #harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles dark plot #harry styles one shots #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles blurbs #one direction fanfiction #one direction #one direction one shot #one direction imagine #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines

[glitterypin]

tagged by bestie @snugsunresplendence (sorry to arrive so late to the party but work has been an absolute whore)

1) were you named after anyone?

I grew up knowing I was named after one of my father's aunts (whom I loved very much as a kid - she died when I was 12). A lot later I found out that my grandmother wasn't my mother's biological mother and that my mother's biological mother also shared the same name, so there was some intent there, as well.

2) when was the last time you cried?

I teared up a bit after therapy today but the last proper cry with full sobs and snot was Saturday after work byecause work lately has been an absolute WHORE.

3) do you have kids?

No and I don't want them.

4) what sports do you/have you played?

I played volleyball when I was a kid. I'm not at all sporty and I'm also super fat and out of shape that even though I wish I could run or hike, my body just can't.

5) do you use sarcasm?

Quite a lot, since I was very young. Not in a cruel way anymore, though. Like, I'll be sarcastic like "such lovely weather we're having!" when the weather is very obviously shitty.

6) what's the first thing you notice about people?

I don't even know. The look on their faces, probably.

7) what's your eye color

Dark brown.

8) scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I don't believe in recreational fear.

9) any talents?

I'm very smart, good with words and I have a good instinct for narrative structure. Sadly, I am wasting all of this in discussing other people's writings instead of writing my own things, because I counterbalance my talents with an unhealthy level of laziness.

10) where were you born?

A hospital in Athens, Greece.

11) what are your hobbies?

I like watching films, reading, writing (small things, nothing that requires any level of effort or commitment), baking and also doing absolutely nothing, sometimes accompanied by music.

12) do you have any pets?

No. I'd like a cat but I don't feel ready for the responsibility of taking care of a living thing, yet. I got a pot of basil a few months ago and right now it's a pot of soil with two brown sticks sticking out that I still water every few days, pretending that it's just a phase and that I haven't actually killed the very dead thing.

13) how tall are you?

166cm, I think

14) favorite subject in school?

Chemistry, probably. I'm sure it wasn't the same every year but I was a lot into chemistry for a long time, I remember as much.

15) dream job

Well, screenwriter, I guess. Except I'd also need my dream personality to go with this dream job because the way I am now I just can't.

tagging! @gothic-goon @yourfluffiestnightmare @ivankaramazov07 @santacoppelia @lavend3r-mo0n

[kelseytheballerina]

when you say you rely on discipline rather than motivation, could you please expand on that and say more? I always lack motivation when trying to study and get things done for various factors that push me back, like chronic illness for eg which gives me a lot of fatigue. I want to try and be more disciplined but would like to know how to just rely on that rather than my lack of motivation. how do you do it? thank you

Discipline: making a plan and sticking to the plan, even if you don’t feel like it in the moment.

“I will do the dishes at 3pm”

[3pm comes, you’re currently watching a movie]

[you stop the movie, and go do the dishes like you said even though you don’t feel like it and the movie is more fun]

Motivation: relying on your current emotional state to dictate whether you stick to your word or not.

“I will do the dishes at 3pm”.

[3pm comes]

“hmm I don’t really feel like it. 4pm then.”

[4pm comes]

“I really don’t feel like getting up. I’ll just do it sometime tomorrow”

99% of the time, failures due to trying to find a spark of motivation is really just letting yourself stay comfortable instead of doing what you said you would. If you said you’d go to the gym but you stayed home instead even though you had the transportation, the time, and there was nothing preventing you from going, then that’s a discipline problem. You let your emotions (laziness, not wanting to be out of your comfort zone) stop you from making a positive change. This is very different from not doing something due to an unforeseen interference. To be more disciplined, you make a plan and you stick to the plan. You stop what you’re doing and go complete your task. You’re not gonna die from a 15 minute YouTube workout. You’re not gonna die from writing a page of your essay.

Now, when it comes to chronic illness, that’s a different story. In that case, you’ll have to listen to your body and give it the adequate rest and rehabilitation it needs. This may look like you requiring less of your daily schedule, taking more breaks, or going at a slower pace. Sometimes this may look like knowing that you need the day off. You need to know your limits and generally stay within in them, but don’t be afraid to push a little more every once in a while bc sometimes we underestimate what we are capable of. Sometimes it’s just modifying your plans but still sticking to them rather than giving up.

“I will do the dishes at 3pm”

[3pm comes]

“I am experiencing severe pains that are preventing me from doing the dishes right now, but I will take my medication and when it kicks in an hour from now, I will do the dishes at 4:30”

[4:30 comes and you do the dishes]

#ask #nun mode

[ikesenwritings]

Huehuehue in the case of reqs being open... I humbly request hcs of a couple suitors with a short s/o. Preferably Arthur +/ Theo +/ Ieyasu +/ Jin. Or whoever else you like, really. I'm just a short simp over here lol

Thank you so much! I look forward to reading all of your future work :3

A/N: Thank you for the request! I think this turned out to be more of a general boyfriend hc. I tried to avoid being as repetitive as possible, so I may not have talked about the s/o being short, specifically, but it’s fluffy nonetheless! I don’t know why I had such trouble thinking of ideas because I am also a short simp hehe. And funnily enough, though Jin was the latest route I read, I had the most difficulty writing for him :(

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Content Warnings: None

[HC] Short s/o

Suitor(s): Arthur (ikevamp), Theo (ikevamp), Ieyasu (ikesen), Jin (ikepri)

Arthur

He’d move the coffee beans to a higher shelf.

“Bless me with a cup of coffee, luv?”

And he would watch you leave his room with that charming, wicked smile of his.

You’d catch on early, but why mess with the new routine you’ve got going on? Especially when it always ends in a kiss and a particularly proud boyfriend?

So you continue asking yourself aloud, “Why on earth does Sebastian insist on putting the coffee beans on this shelf?” or some other variation.

And instead of utilizing the step stool just feet away, you continue standing on your tiptoes, arm outstretched.

You know Arthur is leaning against the doorframe, watching and waiting to come save his little bird.

He’ll watch you struggle some—you never cease being adorable, no matter the situation.

And then his body encompasses yours, one hand on your waist, the other wrapping firmly around the jar high up on one of the shelves.

You work in silence. Arthur usually never interrupts the process. He’s there to keep close, to wrap his arms around your waist and lay his chin atop your head, even though it may strain his neck at times. And when it does, he’ll lay a series of kisses all over your face and hair while breathing in your scent.

Eventually, the coffee is ready—it’s pleasant aroma permeating the air but it becomes long forgotten.

Now it’s just you and Arthur swaying in the kitchen to the tune of an imaginary song.

And soon, you’re turned around, placing kisses on his clothed chest, a content hum runs through you.

You look up with a lazy smile. This is it. Your favorite part. You grasp Arthur’s loosely knotted tie and pull him down to meet your lips.

Theo

To be honest, he had never really considered you short. It just never occurred to him. He’s always had other things on his mind.

And then one day, he goes to rest his elbow on your shoulder but found that it was actually your head.

That changed his perspective, for sure.

“Hondje, were you always this close to the ground?”

“What?”

There go the days of blissful ignorance.

Theo spent the next week distracted, noticing the small quirks about you and your height, which resulted in less than satisfactory work from him in his opinion.

How you seem to place all the things you frequently use on lower shelves, leading to the other residents grumbling about having to bend down.

How you seem to disregard some things altogether, if it wasn’t that important and required the help of someone taller.

How you manage to create scary and unstable step ladders out of stacked books and countertops when you needed to reach something.

How absolutely wide and shiny your eyes gleamed when looking up at him.

How, whenever you wanted to discuss something with him, you always pulled him down to sit on the bed while you stood up to appear taller.

He’d never you all that though. How everything you did was charming and how glad he was to have finally caught on to these particular habits.

Soon enough, a new habit kicks in: Theo standing beside his hondje at an art gallery or auction, his elbow resting gently atop your head, both silent, brows slightly furrowed and in deep concentration over a new painting. It’s what inspires Vincent’s next painting, much to his broer’s surprise.

Ieyasu

He may never escape the teasing, that poor boy.

He’s one of the youngest, he’s a porcupine, he’s Ieyasu. And Ieyasu is dating you.

You just know that Masamune won’t go a week without making some silly joke about their opposing personalities or the fact that Ieyasu, who’s already among the shortest of them all, is with you, an even smaller human.

And it’s Ieyasu, so he’ll reply with something crass and then walk away with red cheeks and ears.

But at the end of the day, when he finally gets his share of peace and quiet and is absent for all the teasing and shit-eating grins, he’s in his futon with you. Legs intertwined, hands clasped together, foreheads pressed firmly against each other.

Sometimes, when he’s absolutely content with laying in silence, he’ll lay his palm to yours and try to guess how many grains of rice he’d have to stack on the tip of your fingers to reach his.

He almost never finishes estimating for all five fingers because you’d get bored and start to nuzzle his neck, and Ieyasu would get incredibly flustered.

“You’ve made me lose count,” he’d pout before giving into a kiss.

Jin

He’s a man’s man, y’know?

He’s tall and he’s got the broad shoulders and the trap muscles; he’s the eldest, he looks after his brothers.

And now he looks after you—his itty bitty Belle.

Well, not really. It’s more like he follows you whereever you go. After having finally come to terms with his feelings for you and becoming an official couple…I mean, he’s almost like Rio.

Not that you ever asked for all the extra help around the bookstore or the palace, but it’s nice to spend all that time with him.

Now that his weekly trysts are over, Jin almost never wants to stray too far from you.

And so he helps organize your highest bookshelves and often lifts you by the waist so that you can double check his work.

When the holidays come around, he’ll help string decorations all over your store.

If the two of you ever cook together, you’re manning the stove while he’s in charge of prepping the food since some pantry items are stored on higher shelves so that recipe books that Jin snuck out of the palace can be nicely displayed at your eye level.

#cybird ikemen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen ieyasu #ieyasu tokugawa #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #arthur conan doyle #ikevamp theo #theodorus van gogh #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jin #jin grandet #ikemen sengoku headcanons #ikesen hcs #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikevamp hcs #ikemen prince headcanons #ikepri hcs

[mrsshabana]

*sits down* So I am here again. To ask about YBF and AAO and Pet Au and Nurse Au Gyutaro's...All of them at this point, how many languages do the Gyu's know?

I feel like Pet Gyu knows some words based on their sounds. Kinda like with a dog who understands the tones ya know?

I think it'll be hot if YBF Gyu speaks another language that the reader doesn't know...and slips into that language sometimes or forgets certain words or smashes both languages together to create a single word *wiggles eyebrows*

𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒖'𝒔

Pet AU - Gyutaro doesn't know any other languages and he isn't very good at speaking. He knows most words, but there are some words that he doesn't understand. Words that he has never heard his previous owners use. But for the most part he understands what you say, and he speaks enough to be able to have a conversation with you. He cannot read or write though. The only written word he can recognize is his name.

AAO - I never really thought about this. I imagine he doesn't know any other languages because who would have taught him? Definitely not his mother and definitely not the people at the orphanage. He's also too lazy to try to learn a language in college. But a language class might be a requirement for him, so he's going to try to take whatever language class you take.

Nurse AU - He does not know any other languages. I won't go too much into his past but let's just say no one cared enough to teach him. And he barely got any formal education as it is.

YBF - That is a wonderful idea! I think it'd be really cool to have YBF Gyutaro speak another language. The only other language I am somewhat competent in writing is French. For what I have planned for his backstory, I can easily fit in there that he speaks French. We could even say he is half Japanese and half French. My French is very rusty, but I used to be really good at it. I'm sure I'll make some mistakes when writing it, so bear with me. *downloads Duolingo to refresh my memory*

This was such a good question! Tysm for asking, you gave me a great idea for YBF. Do you guys like the idea of YBF Gyutaro speaking French?

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #aao #pet au #ybf #nurse au #replies

[michelleelizabethtanner]

Fanfic asks 5 & 20!

Ty so much for the ask!

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I am DETERMINED to finish at least one entry into the 2024 Brio Fic Week. Idk what suddenly happened where my brain no longer can make Brio kiss and instead is just rotting on Animal Crossing Happy Home Paradise, but here I am, designing adorable cottages every day instead of smut writing. 😂

I have a good start though, I swear. It’s gonna happen. If I have to take a PTO day off work and make it happen, this fic is happening.

A Raw Snippet (I haven’t read through yet so this may change, but this is kinda the general feel I was hoping for):

20. Any plans to work on original fiction this year?

I don’t think this will ever happen. Original fiction is hard because you have the task of worldbuilding and characterization from scratch, which requires so much skill to do well. For me specifically, I also would need to feel some sort of passion or attachment to original characters to feel moved enough to invest the hours and hours it would take to create all this from scratch. And idk if I have it in me right now. Creating chemistry is difficult, as we know. Because as consumers of media we know that we don’t always feel that chemistry from fictional characters. So it’s kinda like all these stars have to align for the magic to happen. I suppose there are fictional genres other than romance, but pfffft, who wants to write that? 😂

But also listen, I am TELLING y’all, the GG fandom writers are so far ahead of the traditional romance authorship currently monetizing the most lazy and cliched trope, it isn’t even a competition. Maybe I’m biased because I especially love the Brio chemistry and I love reading original takes on what it looks like, I am yet to find a published work that executes the way you all do. There is so much self doubt in fic writing. But please believe me, if Colleen Linear-Storytelling Hoover can hoover in those bucks, the masterpieces we have gracing our AO3 fandom tag would have no trouble. The world-building, the use of character-affirming symbolism, the subtle exploration of the personal psyches and an unlikely kinship between two damaged, guarded people… We HAVE all that. Our trope is tailored. It’s sprinkled with believable, in-character pieces of structure that make it something unique and beautiful. Our “stuck in an elevator,” or our “high school dating AU,” or our “jealous of new love interest who won’t work out anyway,” is so much more immersive and visual than all these romances I keep trying to tolerate but can’t take seriously because those authors aren’t you guys. Fic has absolutely ruined me.

New Year Fic Asks

#ask games #new year asks #asks #fic writing #nbc good girls #brio fanfic

[late-to-the-fandom]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Thank you @mrsd-writes for the tag! I've never done this one before, but as the rules are to list the first line(s) of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern, it gave me an excuse to look back over the ten posted chapters of Wend in the Shadows, seeing as how I am determined to get the eleventh out in the next week!

Tagging: @thewritingautisticat @imbrisvastatio @by-allison-kai @owlsandwich @velvethopewrites @amewinterswriting @bargainbincheese @agirlandherquill @goldxdarkness if you haven't done or want to do again.

And as I am already well aware of my predilection for starting stories with dialogue exchanges (and can't be remotely shamed for it), I've included first lines up to wherever the dialogue finally ends.

Chapter One: The Master Awaits

The moment the Dark Prince opened his eyes he knew something was terribly wrong, and he lay in bed for several long, tense moments trying to decide what it was.

Chapter Two: The Lay of the Land

"Elisewin, my dear." Denathrius used a lazy, long-nailed finger to indicate the unusual servant should return to the disordered tray.

Chapter Three: The Endmire

“Discontent is one word,” declared the Accuser. “Though, I would have used another.” "And what word would that be?" "Disappointment." The Dark Prince resisted the urge to massage his forehead where it ached.

Chapter Four: Anima Awakening

“Nothing is happening!” “Give it a minute.” “Are you sure they’re close enough? Should I - I don’t know - put one in his mouth or something?” A raucous snort of mirth, the hollow clang of struck metal, then a sharp oath; the sounds like a series of blows to Renathal’s tender head.

Chapter Five: The Proper Punishment

The ride to Castle Nathria was charged with as many layers of crackling tension as the skirts Elisewin had left back at Theotar’s manor.

Chapter Six: Home Improvement

“Do try to relax. It should feel natural, not forced. Trust your instincts!” Elisewin regarded the Dark Prince steadily over the length of her outstretched blade. “My instinct,” she said, cool and dry as the drought-laden air, "is telling me I have no business even holding this thing.”

Chapter Seven: Formal Refreshments

Renathal sat in his trousers and shirtsleeves in one of the little-used chairs by the unlit fireplace in his bedroom, waiting for Breakfist to arrive and turning his medallion over in his hands, wondering if there was any point in wearing the useless thing to court at all.

Chapter Eight: Safe in the Shadows

The Prince of Revendreth stalked up the walk to Darkwall Tower in a thunderous mood.

Chapter Nine: Into the Light

“Ah! Renathal, there you are. Come in, come in.” Renathal obeyed.

Chapter Ten: Mix, Mingle, and Meddle

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what is all that?” Elisewin asked, pointing down at the Ember Ward’s ruins above which the guest room’s balcony hung, the gesture requiring her to unwind her hand from Renathal’s hair.

#tag games #writing games #writblr games #renathal x maw walker #wend in the shadows

[rphunter]

⌗ oc x cc ⁝ mixed fandom ( 🎧 ) › hi there!! 19 y/o looking for a toooonnn of oc x cc fandoms. i've been severely lacking in the partner department and i've been itching to write!! with the summer coming up, i'm bound to have tons of free time as my semester ends for break and i wanna get some stuff started before then! this is doubling friendly!!

› i'ma start with some things i like in a partner! i don't have tons of rules at all, so this'll be sooo short. all i'm asking is that you are 18+, can write like 3 or more paragraphs per reply (i am a lazy lit to novella writer!) and is pretty alright with ooc chat! the last one isn't a total requirement (i soo get being shy) but i'm a little chatterbox!!

› on the flipside, i think i should tell u a little about myself!! i've been writing for a few years, again i'm lazy lit to novella (can and will provide writing samples!) and i'm a psych major, specifically in behavior analysis. i'm very very much double friendly, beginner friendly, and all sorts of just ... friendly! i love talking about our rp, our characters, and i love sharing little things that remind me of them! i can write on both tumblr and discord!

› ok now for fandoms!

craving: (ordered from most wanted to least) overwatch, haikyuu, danganronpa, genshin impact, the arcana (mobile game), stardew valley, fnaf, creepypasta.

› yay! all of these will be oc x cc, but i am entirely open to doubling (though it isn't a requirement)! all fandoms have ... extensive lists of canons i would like to write against and i have ample canon writing experience in each fandom! interact and i'll reach out! thxxx!!! <3

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#overwatch roleplay #haikyuu roleplay #danganronpa roleplay #genshin impact roleplay #the arcana roleplay #stardew valley roleplay #fnaf roleplay #creepypasta roleplay #overwatch rp #haikyuu rp #danganronpa rp #genshin impact rp #the arcana rp #stardew valley rp #fnaf rp #creepypasta rp

[mable-stitchpunk]

Hi there! I've been a fan of your videos and am curious to either read or hear your thoughts about Ruin in the future. ^_^

While I liked the DLC for the majority, my biggest gripe is with the Mimic and how casual fans or gamers are basically required to do homework to get a lick of understanding as to what's going on, and as a writer myself that really doesn't sit right with me. Maybe from a marketing point of view it might make sense, but from a writing point of view it just doesn't work. The plot of a game shouldn’t rely on supplementary material, rather it should be able to stand on its own. Books can expand on ideas but not be required reading.

I honestly think Baby/Scrapbaby should have been the Mimic. Not only were the Funtime animatronic specifically designed to lure and kill children, one of them also had voice-mimicking as a feature. And Baby said herself she was good at pretending, and actively manipulated the player/Michael Afton. Plus after she had been ejected from Ennard she managed to reassemble herself. It wouldn’t be that big of a stretch to imagine she implemented all of the Funtime animatronic's features into her new/recycled body. And even though it might have been retconned, since it was before the release of Sister Location, there's also that secret cutscene of a character that warned the player Baby was a dangerous creation before being killed shortly after.

And last but not least, in Ruin Baby plushies appear in a janitor closet, all laughing in unison before disappearing as you turn around.

My point is, you already have this pre-established canon character with so much potential. A character that's honestly underutilized, but has so much going for them, and in my opinion is a way better fit qua plot-relevance to be the antagonist than a random character that only appears in the most recent book series. You have the ties to previous games, foreshadowing right before the reveal, a ruthless, manipulative character that will stop at nothing to escape confinement.

Sorry for rambling.

I definitely agree. Having to read a bunch of extra material- and PAY for it- to get the context of a character is a big no-no. Especially since the Fnaf books have such a questionable history of material. Even in those books, the Mimic itself has been framed as two completely different characters. Sometimes it functions in one established way, other times it works in a completely different way. Likely because there's numerous ghost writers.

Plus, like you said, there's already animatronics who did Mimic's role better. Fnaf's trying to write out its history, but all it's doing is shooting itself in the foot. It can tell us, "No, no. Ennard? Didn't exist. Michael? Didn't exist. It was all created by Fazbear Entertainment, so all of the former material is discredited."

Not only is that a really stupid precedent to set- and also extremely overconfident to basically shaft the series to bring in Steel Wool's 'definitive' idea of Fnaf- but it leads to the creation of things like the Mimic. A lazy Ennard. A worse Ennard.

And one you have to pay to read the backstory of. Of course, you can read the Fourth Closet and get the same backstory too. -_-

#Fnaf #The Mimic #Security Breach #Ennard #Circus Baby

[averagehomosapien]

Kraaph/Sraaph Doodles +Rant

ok, first of all, remember the au I made with the two new alters? These Tendrils Run Deep? Do you remember that??

I sure do! And I’ve been neglecting them, the poor things!😢🥺

Soooo, I have some doodles to compensate! Just of Sraaph tho (the name is a combination of Savage, Krang, and Raph)

The next doodle has it’s left eye blank, similar to Savage’s—I just wanted to see how it looked

Ok, so from here I’m just going to ramble—

Basically Sraaph is a combination of Savage and the possessed Raph from the movie.

That means that it has a lot of issues relating to being left alone—it needs to be lead and for at least one family member to be close at all times—so abandonment issues like regular Raph and Savage.

other than that, Sraaph is quiet, and obedient while in a space it seems as ‘safe’ like the Lair.

outside though, it acts more like how it did in the movie: very violent, prone to bursts of anger, extremely protective of bale, yet also still obedient to it’s bale as well—if one of its brothers were to tell it to stop, it would stop.

honestly, I have ideas for a fanfic with Sraaph and the aftermath of the movie, but the concepts and ideas my mind are coming up with are way too dark and heavy, so I’ll need to tone it down. Not only that, but I would need to do character analysis’ on EVERYONE, which is going to be a hassle.

That is not including the fact I have work to do and that life exists, so it is not likely you’ll see a fic from me anytime soon. My biggest worry would be concerning the characters—I would constantly be wondering if I wrote them correctly, and that would just drive me insane if I didn’t have a beta reader.

I would also need to be confidant in my writing enough to release something; I do love writing, but 1) I only write original stories with my own characters and 2) I’ve never written a fanfic before 😅 Being me, I would also constantly compare my writing to those with great stories—like @debb987 and The Eldest Brother, among others. I know realistically that every skill requires practice and patience, but I am a very lazy and impatient person. Ok, so to summarize: I have an idea I want to write, but don’t have the time nor the patience to write it—at least, it wouldn’t come out anytime soon.

I am also more concerned with at least finishing/giving a satisfying end to Pools of Acceptance, as well as making art. I have many ideas for future projects and gifts to other creators on Tumblr, so look out for that! Too many ideas and too much work(which is honestly my fault because procrastination has me in a chokehold at all times)

on a lighter note, I just want to say thank you to all that like, comment, and reblog my posts! I hoped I would get support eventually, but I never thought it would come so fast, nor that there would be so many of you who liked my art! I’m just greatly appreciative that you all gave me a chance and decided to stay!! I now have more followers than I do posts and i will do something big to commemorate 100 followers! Just know that all of your support gives me the motivation to continue what I’m doing—each and every one of you helps motivate me!

And a final note—I said back in chapter 3 that you would know who hurt baby Raph soon…

uhhhh, honestly the plot is dragging me I have no control over it; basically it might be a while until you guys get confirmation of what hurt baby Raph, so whoops!😬 😅 I’m just having fun with this whole thing! Might take a few chapters till you meet the attacker (doesn’t that sound harsh?) but it might be in the next hmmm…10 chapters?? Like I said, i have no control over the plot and no plan.

Anyway, this post is long enough, so have a great evening/night/day!! See y’a peeps on the weekend!

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt fanart #rottmnt fanart #rise fanart #post rottmnt movie #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt au #Sraaph #Kraaph #These Tendrils Run Deep #rottmnt raph #rise raphael #tcest dni #raphael hamato

[burntheedges]

Hi howdy sweet Kate!! I wanted to drop by and send in some of those cute elemental writers ask!! 🫧✨

Fire 🔥 Metal ⚓️ Psionics 🌀

Take care!!! 💕

erika! hi!! I love these. ok here we go

🔥 Fire: What’s a scene that you are dying to write? in a Frankie fic I have an idea for, there's a reunion moment that is like on a lazy susan in the back of my head lol just turning around back there, waiting for me to actually write it. I don't want to give away anymore right now, though.

⚓️ Metal: What’s the hardest part of writing for you? angst and not resolving things too quickly. I feel like I'm terrible at angst -- there's not even that much of it in Maintenance Request but I need you to know that every bit of it was a struggle. lol

I have this one Javi P idea that is going to require more angst (that man is made of angst) and it's really going to test me to write it.

in terms of like, writing as a process, it's not letting myself constantly go over what I just wrote. like, making myself move on and write more, and trying not to get stuck and go back to what I just did 1000 times. I can edit later (I am constantly telling myself that).

🌀 Psionics: How do you get into the heads of your characters? I rewatch things a lot. once I start writing Javi I'm probably going to have to watch Narcos again. I also research to get little details right.

also, I feel like I have a bit of a headstart with Joel, because I'm from the south so writing a southern man comes a bit easier to me. I can hear his accent in my head.

but one of the main things I do is like, think through their canon scenes? what faces were they making? how much did they let themselves show emotion? what do I think they were thinking and feeling in that moment? why did they say that and react that way? who do they smile at and why? who do they scowl at? gifs help a lot (lol) because I can just stare at them making a face a bunch of times.

I was pretty worried I wouldn't be able to write Ellie -- she's intimidating. but I think it's going pretty well? a no-outbreak Ellie is also a bit different from a post-outbreak Ellie anyway.

one thing I think about a lot now is actually a comment @katareyoudrilling left on one part of chapter 10 (which just went up today) about how characters can't always get everything right -- so I also try to remind myself they don't know what I know, they don't have the full view like I do, so they can only act on the information they have. it's a helpful exercise!

elemental writer asks

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