#me too buddy me too the exact same shoulder even

[ninety-two-bees]

happy birthday, james potter

jegulus microfic | 861 words | age gap + parenting au

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Regulus has never baked a cake before, and he’s not sure why he believed today would be the perfect day to learn. There are already a handful of failed attempts scattered across James’ kitchen. Some of them are…edible, but none of them are perfect. James deserves perfect on his birthday.

Technically Regulus isn’t supposed to be here at all. He’s supposed to be in class while James is at the museum with Harry, but taking one day off to treat his boyfriend on his birthday can’t do any harm, right? The countertops are almost entirely hidden by spilled ingredients and empty packages, but he finds space and perches on the counter with a mixing bowl in his arms.

The last batter was too thick, and this one seems suspiciously too runny, but he has no idea how to fix it. He even went as far as to call Barty and Evan, then Remus and Sirius—all of whom were entirely unhelpful. And now James’ kitchen is a mess.

Before he has a chance to put the next batch of cake mix in the oven, or even think about cleaning up, he hears the front door open and freezes in place. James is home.

Harry makes it to the kitchen first, walking right up to where Regulus is sitting and staring up with that wide bug-eyed stare Regulus has gotten so used to in the past year.

“Hi, buddy. Where’s your dad?” he asks, climbing off the countertop and swapping the mixing bowl out to pick Harry up instead. When Harry points over Regulus’ shoulder, he freezes up all over again.

“Please don’t be mad,” he begs softly, not daring to turn around to face James. His boyfriend has never been angry with him before, but there’s a first time for everything, right? And knowing Regulus’ luck, he has probably ruined James’ entire birthday.

James doesn’t say anything, but only a moment passes before Regulus feels familiar arms around his waist and a comforting chest against his back. He leans into James’ embrace instantly, struggling to fight off a smile as Harry wraps his arms around him too. This is his favourite place to be—in the arms of his family.

“Why would I be mad, baby?” James mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head. “You made cake!”

“I made a mess,” Regulus points out with a soft laugh.

One of the agreements within their relationship is that Regulus isn’t allowed to spend money on James until he finishes his degree and goes back to working full-time. It’s done wonders for the health of the bond between them, but Regulus still wanted to offer James something as a gift.

“Harry has made worse messes with much less time. We can clean it up together,” James insists. He lets go of Regulus as Regulus lowers Harry to the ground, and the two of them—three, if he counts Harry “helping”—make quick work of the baking disaster.

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Hours pass, all of which Regulus spends no more than a few feet away from James. They decorate the house together for his birthday, drop Harry off with his grandparents for the night, and kill the last bit of time before the party breaking in James’ new mattress.

“You really are getting old, you know.” Regulus has taken to straddling James’ lap on the living room couch despite the dozens of party guests around them. No matter how popular James is, Regulus knows he will always be at the centre of his boyfriend’s world. It’s as if the rest of the party doesn’t exist.

“I’m still a couple of years off forty! I’ve still got some youth left in me,” James argues. “And in fifteen years, when you’re this age, you’ll be saying the exact same thing.”

With laughter spilling from his lips, Regulus drops his head onto James’ chest, allowing James to wrap his arms around him in a warm embrace. If anyone is judging them for the blatant PDA, they don’t say anything

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give you anything for your birthday,” he mumbles against James’ neck, eyes fluttering shut as James’ fingers trail up and down the length of his spine.

They had to throw out all of the cakes Regulus attempted to make, and ended up buying one at the nearest supermarket instead. James had insisted that it’s the thought that counts, but Regulus still wishes he had done more.

“There is…one thing you could give me, but it’s entirely up to you.” Regulus lifts his head again, gazing at James with intense curiosity. “Move in with me.”

A moment passes between them, and Regulus is certain his heart beats twice as fast as it ever has before.

“You really mean it?” he whispers, voice laced with trembling disbelief.

“I really mean it,” James promises.

Another moment passes. And then; “Absolutely. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

One of James’ hands comes up to hold the back of Regulus’ head, and then they’re kissing. It must look as intense as it feels, because someone whistles and a few people laugh just before they pull apart, breathless.

“Happy birthday, Jamie.”

this microfic is based on james and regulus in be good to me (i beg of him) because i missed them <3

#happy birthday james potter #i hope you are having the best day ever #fic: be good to me (i beg of him) #i miss bgtm :( #i do plan to bring it back though dw #marauders #marauders fic #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus microfic #kit's microfics

[sixpie]

+ CUP PROTECTION SQUAD ; ft. eren , armin , jean , & connie .

+ synopsis ; how do the aot boys protect ya cup at the club?

+ cw ; mentions of blood & violence .

you were knee deep into your much-deserved friday night out. alongside you gang of closest friends, you partied hard and drank harder. refilling your solo cup for the umpteenth time in the last hour, you groaned at that familiar feeling tugging at your bladder: you had to pee. peeling away from your girls on the crowded dance floor, you squeeze through sweaty bodies until you run into (eren/armin/jean/connie). with a breath of relief, you push your cup into his hard chest, voice laced with desperation as you beg, “i gotta piss so bad! could you keep an eye on my cup for me?”

# EREN JAEGER .

“whatever,” eren yells over the music, watching as you disappear back into the crowd.

acts all nonchalant, but in reality, he takes this little mundane task almost too serious.

eren’ll just stand in that exact spot, arms crossed, cup in hand, wearing the meanest expression. he knows he’s intimidating, and uses it as an advantage to ward off any creeps.

let’s say a situation does arise where someone comes up to him, trying to tamper with your drink. oh boy, eren’s irrational ass would toss the cup aside, uncaring if it spills, and dragging the fucker outside in the alley to scrap.

don’t worry, he’d buy you another vodka spritz or ‘whatever girly shit you drink.’

overall cup-holding rating: D-

you can’t find eren when you return from the bathroom. chocking it up to him being a flaky prick, you shrug his absence off and meet back up with mikasa and sasha on the dance floor.

it isn’t until an hour later that you feel a tap on your shoulder. you smile, assuming it’s annie or hitch, but that smile plummets the moment your eyes land on eren. he’s sporting a busted lip, and there’s a gash over his thick eyebrow that’s gushing a bloody river down the side of his sharp face. you open your mouth to say something, anything, but you were cut off by eren shoving a cup into your personal space.

“i spilt your drink,” eren explains, as if he’s not all bruised and bloody. “hope you like vodka.”

# ARMIN ARLERT .

“oh my goodness, of course i can,” armin says sweetly, flashing a gentle smile at you. “i’ll be waiting right here for you, ‘kay?”

is happy to help you however he can, even if it’s doing something as simple as watching over your drink.

armin will hold a hand over the rim of your solo cup, mindlessly swaying to the beat of whatever song is playing in the club as he patiently waits for your arrival.

if somebody does happen to approach him, asking to mess with your drink, armin won’t hesitate to drop his angel persona and get a little snippy.

“do you know how creepy you look asking to see another person’s drink like that? you’ve got about ten seconds to get lost before i call my buddies and have them handle you.”

armin would teach the perv a lesson himself, but he’d rather not leave the spot he told you to meet him at. sicking eren, jean, and connie on the gross bastard was the next best option.

the threat always works like a charm, and armin is able to protect your cup with spilling a drop.

overall cup-holding rating: A+

“oh, ‘min,” you sighed. the man had been glued in the same position you’d left him in, accompanied by a soft smile. “thank you so, so much. sorry to be such a burden.”

“nonsense,” armin shrugged off your worries, all the while trying to shake off the tiny blush that had seeped through his cheeks at your clumsiness. “you could never be a burden, not in a million years. i’m glad you came to me, y/n.”

he passed your beverage back to you, and all you could do was blink up at him, stunned by his unadulterated kindness. though, that was armin for you: always the selfless type, his generosity shouldn’t be surprise. “really?”

“really,” the blonde affirmed, scratching the back of his neck as he peered wearily out into the sea of strangers, mingling and dancing. “who knows what kind of creeps are here tonight. it’s just… i’m happy that you trust me to keep you safe. that’s all.”

# JEAN KIRSTEIN .

“me?” jean asks, baffled, before sputtering out a few more words, “i mean, sure. yeah, no-no problem at all, y/n.”

HE’S SO DRAMATIC, a literal nervous wreck for no reason. poor baby is just a 6’4 ball of raging anxiety 24/7 ):

is sweating bullets in the club, tuning out all other noises or people or anything that could possibly serve as a distraction.

jean’s clutching the plastic cup to his chest, like a mother holding her newborn. he places the rim beneath his jaw, using it as a makeshift cover.

it’s unlikely that anyone approaches jean in pursuit of your drink—his overwhelming height does wonders scaring off any potential creeps—but on the off chance someone does come up to jean, asking to take a peek at your cup, he’ll pull the good ole’ ‘girlfriend’ card out real quick.

“why do you wanna see my girlfriend’s drink?”

that mixed with a mean mug from jean is the perfect combination to get any dude to fuck off immediately.

overall cup-holding rating: B-

“gah, sorry i took so long,” you sweatdropped, hanging your head as you stood before jean. “the line for the bathroom was ridiculous.”

“don’t worry, ‘m always happy to help you,” jean smiled, quickly wiping away some of the sweat that had beaded along his brow with the back of his wrist. “your cup, madam.”

he presented the plastic cup to you rather formally, an action that had your eyes crinkling with a goofy laugh. “thank you, sir jean,” you played along, dropping a courtesy before accepting your drink.

jean flushed, maybe because of your laugh? or maybe because you matched his dorky energy so well? or maybe it’s just because you’re you. “anytime.”

# CONNIE SPRINGER .

“you know i gotchu mama,” connie smiled easily, grabbing the cup and swirling it around. “imma make this cup my biatch.”

connie is a certified idiot, but we all knew this.

he’d do so good for the first few minutes, waiting for you to return with your cup secured in both his large hands.

but one minute turns into five, which turns into ten, and the pink liquid dancing in your cup starts to look fucking delicious.

‘one sip wouldn’t hurt, right?’

but one sip turns into five, which turns into ten, and suddenly the delicious, pink liquid is now almost fully gone. it’s not his fault, dammit! he blames you for having the best taste in drinks.

nobody would even approach connie, no, they would all think it was his drink with the way he downed half the fucking cup.

overall cup-holding rating: F-

“you’re a life saver con’,” you cheer upon finally returning back to your friend. he looks slightly more tipsy than when you’d left, his eyelids low and his tongue pressed cheekily against his canines.

“what would you do without me?” connie asks, passing you back your cup.

“i don’t kn—” you paused, feeling the weight of the solo cup in your hands. with a suspicious glare, you queried, “connie, why is my cup so light?”

he just smiled, licking his lips before shrugging like the bastard he is.

#❔ー、☆. headcanons #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren fluff #eren smut #eren x black fem!reader #eren headcanons #armin x reader #armin smut #aot smut #aot headcanons #jean smut #jean fluff #connie smut #connie fluff #armin headcanons

[burntheedges]

caught in the rain

Marcus Pike x gn!reader | gen | ao3 word count: 1.1k

summary: you get caught in the rain with a handsome stranger. a/n: this is for @undercoverpena's April Showers Challenge! It's been pouring all day so I couldn't resist posting. tags/warnings: flirting, rain, touching, fluff, no use of y/n, reader has no description, reader walks quickly, not beta-ed

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Boom.

You were digging through your bag for your map when a thunderclap seemed to shake the air around you. Foolishly, the first thing you did was tilt your head back to take a look.

That was when the skies opened up.

The downpour obligingly hit your face first on its way to drenching you before you could so much as get your bearings.

“Shit,” you cursed as you looked around desperately. The people around you started moving more quickly in whatever direction they were heading and umbrellas started popping up around you. You heard more than one low, irritated grumble in italian. The tall stone buildings to either side of the narrow road you’d been walking down didn’t have much in the way of awnings or overhangs, it seemed. You spun around and looked behind you, and–

There!

Back the way you’d come, about 50 feet behind you, was a recessed doorway. It looked like it was just big enough for one or two people to step into to hide from the rain.

You walked quickly back towards it, dodging around people and umbrellas.You barely looked at them, keeping your eyes locked on your goal.

It wasn’t until you were just a few steps away that you realized someone else had had the same idea, but you were moving too fast to stop.

The two of you stepped under the shelter of the doorway at the exact same time. 

“Oof.” You couldn’t help but make a noise as your shoulders knocked into each other, crowding into the small space.

“Shit,” the other person said, and you finally lifted your gaze to look at his face. You froze, but he frowned softly and continued, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you coming.” His distinctly American voice was deep and warm and extremely apologetic. 

You felt your mouth drop open slightly as you took in the extremely attractive face that was connected to the broad, sturdy shoulders you’d just become acquainted with. He was gorgeous. Dark brown eyes, scruffy beard, hair that curled a bit at the ends from the rain. His regret was painted all over his expressive face, which was just as wet with rain as yours. You watched a raindrop slip down his temple and onto his cheek and blinked. His hand had come up to steady you by the elbow and you belatedly noticed that you could feel its warmth around the soaked sleeve of your coat.

You realized you’d been quiet for too long when his face started to fall. “Oh! I’m– I mean, no, it’s ok.” You felt your cheeks heat at how flustered you sounded. “Er, no problem. We fit. Um, here, I mean.”

He cleared his throat and his frown started to turn into something more like a smile. “Great. I realized the moment it started raining that I’d forgotten my umbrella.” He winced. 

You shrugged. “Me too. Not sure what I was thinking. Probably wasn’t, I was too excited this morning.” You smiled, sheepish.

He smiled, too. It was extremely attractive. You tried not to watch the way his mouth moved when he smiled. “Well, rain buddy, since we’re stuck here for the moment, I should probably introduce myself.” His hand fell away from your elbow as he leaned back into one of the pair of wooden doors and you briefly mourned its loss. “Marcus. Nice to meet you.”

You leaned against the other door and smiled at him again as you introduced yourself.

Marcus eyed you for a moment before leaning in a bit. You tried to look normal about the way you could feel the warmth of his body in the narrow space of the doorway.

“So, what were you so excited about that made you leave your umbrella?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

You felt your cheeks heat again and looked out at the rain. “Oh, well, I’m going to the Uffizi today. I’ve been wanting to go for years and today is finally the day, and there are so many things I want to see, so many I’ve been dying to see in person, and I was just–” You cut yourself off abruptly, aware you were starting to ramble. You darted a quick glance back at Marcus to see if he looked bored, but you were surprised to find that he was staring at you, absolutely rapt with interest.

When you didn’t continue, he prompted, eyes locked on yours, “you were just what?”

“Oh! Um,” you started, turning your body slightly towards his. “I was going to say, I was just thinking about all of the pieces I know they have and trying to decide where to start. That’s all.” You weren’t sure how else to explain it without starting to list every piece of art you were excited to see in person.

You watched as a grin took over his face and your breath caught.

“That’s what happened to me, too,” he murmured. 

“What?” You weren’t sure what he meant.

“I was also in a rush, thinking about how excited I am to go to the Uffizi today.” He reached into his back pocket and produced his phone and quickly pulled up his ticket to show you. “Paid extra for the 11am entry.”

Your eyebrows flew up in surprise. “Seriously? I mean, me too! 11am.” You patted your bag where you knew your phone was safe and dry.

Marcus blinked, clearly surprised at the coincidence. “Well, rain buddy, that feels like fate. What do you think about waiting for the rain to clear a bit and then seeing if we make good museum buddies, too?” He winked at you and you grinned.

“I think I’d like that, Marcus.” He reached out to squeeze your elbow again and you wondered if getting caught in the rain might turn out to be something good after all.

…

Two years later, Marcus tugged you along that same street through more rain, hands laced together tightly this time. You were breathless, laughing at his eagerness to get somewhere, smiling as the rain poured down around you.

When he stopped suddenly and pulled you into that exact same doorway where you’d first met, you felt the swell of warm emotions inside of you that you associated with Marcus Pike and grinned.

And just a moment later, when he dropped to one knee and told you how he’d thought you were so beautiful and wonderful and interesting from that very first moment, right there in the doorway, drenched from the rain, and that you’d swept him off his feet with your smile, well. 

You knew exactly what you were going to say, when he asked.

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#marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x gn!reader #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike #x reader #april showers challenge

[night-dazai]

hi can i request a hc about nanami being attracted to someone he hates (or find annoying) ? i think that could be a fun dynamic especially since he is always so composed probably a lot of sexual tension too 🤭

As per the poll, I will first be posting this request and the rest will soon join.

Hey babe, it was such a lovely request I am sorry I turned this a bit too serious and spicy 😅 if you still want the funny dynamics please let me know I'll do it

Nanami Kento x Reader 

Reader is the exact opposite of him yet why does his heart hurt when you are looking so tired or when you are hurt or when you smile? why does it hurt him? Is it anger?

Now what is pissing him off ? are you acting like a slut? or the man who does not respect women? It's the second one men should mind their manners around a kid like you. You were 24 and Nanami is your senior so he is just protecting you what soo wrong? He holds your arm pulling you onto his hard chest “ she is drunk “ he says dragging you from the party to the back alley. 

Fuck you pissed him off you do every time, the silly mistakes, your clumsy behaviour, unorganised life, schedule, always coming late to missions and work what is good about you? Gojo was at least the strongest so okay but you? 

You were just a little girl who got to be a teacher’s assistant you hardly had any skill you are most likely some grade 2 to 3 even if your card said 2 you were 3 to his eyes. 

But you were close to Shoko well, you both are buddies and you act all chummy with him why? cause you a slut! he thought pushing you against the wall “ hey ..that hurts “ you whimper rubbing your shoulder. 

Holding your chin he lifts your face “ if you are slut why do I get annoyed when you behave like that ?” his tone is harsh like his grip voice cold eyes annoyed brows frowning “ why “ at this point, he wants an answer but you are too drunk. You try to say something but fall limp as he catches your body. knowing you won't recall anything he just drags you home .

“ cause I love you “ you think and close your eyes seeing the man in front of you made you wet but he never liked you and it was obvious. 

Your head hurts and you opened your heavy eyelids “Where..” you mumbled and soon realised, clean white sheets and pillows a study corner and an armchair big and brown sat next to you and a door a few steps away led to the bathroom “I fucked up …….again!” you thought . 

You freshen up and wear the same old ripped jeans and white shirt walking out you see Kento sitting at the dining table for 2 drinking his daily dose of caffeine with the morning paper “It must be 10 am “ you think trying to walk towards him without making much noise . 

“Its 12 and you were still out cold “ he says in a stern tone folding the paper and sipping his cup not looking at you . Your mind goes into question. “ 12??? Was I out cold the whole morning ?” you thought and quickly took the seat opposite to him “ sorry sir “ was all you said. 

His face had no expression “ dont want your   sorry we have classes soon get out and been at class on time “ he warned as you grabbed your bag and coat which was placed carefully on the coat hangers next to the door “Thank you and bye sir “ you wave energetically at the bored man whos back is all you can see . 

You were late to class and Kento was even surprised at this point “ start by distributing the papers “ he says while taking the class, nodding you head you move from bench to bench “ mam why is sir annoyed ?” Yuji asked pulling at your sleeve end “don't know but have the same question “ you said and go on disturbing the papers.

“Y/n this is not the first second or even third or fifth time you are late, you are clumsy you cannot do one work right without someone next to you !” he is partially shouting at you , you never knew Kento even had something called anger you thought he would just brush it off . 

Pleading with your doe eyes you look at the man standing a few feet aorta from you “ fuck !” Nnanmi thought slapping his inner slef “why di i think she looked good looking up at me ?” he thought but kept shouting at you . He hates the fact that he feels stuffy when ever he is close to you “I HATE IT , I HATE HER !” his mind told him . 

You hated the fact you had to get scoldings like this, you did not do things intentionally, its was just you . And also the man shouting at you is the man you have a crush on , every night you imagine spicy things or fluff things you can do with him . You knew you never had a chance to get info from Shoko all the girls who dated him previously we kind, soft, sweet and charming feminine poliate ladies while here you were crying pathetically cause you could not come to your classes on time. 

Seeing the tears down your cheek Kento gets only more mad “ NOW WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING !” his voice high and angry very angry making you flinch in shock . 

“Whyyy….why did i get so…no its wrong i and just angry at this girl, she is stupid and clumsy unorganized..” his mind kept naming all the things you were bad at while his office door creaked open you were too busy crying and feeling scared to even notice and the Nanami was angry at himself for being turned on by your tears . 

“Hey ..” Gojo whispers sensing the heavy tension in the room he closes the door and walks to you opening his arms, you knew him for 4 years he is almost like you other than the fact he is the strongest while you were not and you were even more horrible at a lot of things than him . You could not move an inch and seeing this Gojo comes up to you and raps his arms “Shuhsss. Its fine “ he says and eyes Nanami “ Kento thats enough “ his voice firm and strong. 

Nanami wakes up from his thoughts and sees you shaking and sobbing in another mans arms, anger shoots up but his friend's eyes bring him back to his senses he has hurt you now . Running his fingers through his blonde locks he says in a softer voice “Leave “.

Gojo rubes your little back in soothing circles and whispers to you to go home and rest up 

Once the door is closed his demeanour changes “I get the fact you don't like how clumsy Y/n is but what you did not was wrong “ his eyes emotionless voice strong the white hear speaks, its rare for Gojo to be without a blindfold or sunglasses and today just happened to one such day “ why ? are you defending her ..” Gojo glares at his friend . 

“Dont ask “ he says before Kento can finish “ you are gonna regret this “ he says and walks towards the door but before opening the door “ no one would get this hard for a person they hate and “ he turns now to face his friend “ Never hurt her again she is like a sister to me “ he said walking out . 

Nanami was left speechless come on he liked you no way , his mind told but somewhere his heart was beating fast, and his thoughts raced to his reactions. Every time some man hugged you he wanted to rip you from him, every time you cried it annoyed him , every time you smiled his heart hurt . It took the blonde hours and that night he stood debating at your doorstep. 

Before he could knock you opened the door all decked up in a short tight dress to party your life out but stop seeing Nanami “Why..”you ask “ I am here to say sorry “ he says and almost does a 90 degree bend “ I never ment to scare or hurt you “ he gets up and eyes you frowning “ isnt this dress a bit too tight ?” he asks staring at your boobs . 

Gojo sipped his drink getting annoyed from hearing Shoko whine as to how late Y/n is “ she wont be coming today “ he said “what whyyyy? She said something bad happened today at school she is very sensitive you know “ she spoke like your older sister . Sighing Gojo replies “Kento “ Shoko looks at him “ i heard the noises but not the full story “ Gojo finished his glass “ well that man is a late start but i am telling you one thing , never underestimate him , kind , sweet organised ? huh bullshit ! he is the spawn of the devil “ 

“Does it matter “ you snap back , not brother he speaks “ I am sorry but if i ever have a chance lets have a date tomorrow 3 pm xxxx cafe, if you dont want to i will accept that i have been rejected “ his voice strong and frim . His eyes scanned you for a second, he could practically see your thoughts “Your face gives too much “ he thought and turned . 

He stopped short feeling you tug at his coat end “ Dont play around with me please ..” your voice soft and sweet low toned, all he could think was the different types of moans he can get out of that mouth of yours “don't worry i dont joke on such things “ he said and turned to find you staring at the floor with a red face and ears “ should I go to the club ?” you ask almost like a whisper . 

“No, “ he said again firmly and smiled finally noticing how you were rubbing your legs leaning close to your ear “How about I sit and watch you fuck yourself cause you seem to be getting off too much on my voice “ sending shivers down your spine you nod welcoming the devil into your house.

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[project-sekai-facts]

Your recent update made me wonder about something. I don’t know how much you know about this but wanted to try asking anyway. Hopefully this makes sense? Why would the English translation choose to censor things? I assume translations are being done in America where queer things are slowly becoming more accepted but is that a factor? Are the translators themselves changing certain things due to their own biases? I don’t know who they are and don’t want to assume anything about them, but I can’t help wondering if that’s part of the reason? Or is it because of something like, for example, sometimes movies or TV shows have certain content removed based on where it’s being aired, so is it something like that? Is the game being released in regions where queer content is banned or removed? Now that I wrote it, I feel like this is the most likely answer but what do you think? I basically just rambled in your ask my bad. Also, do you know if the Korean and/or Taiwan servers have censorship too?

oh there's more than just the Asahi thing and i have mentioned it in passing before but i'll cover it properly here. "the miles i fell in love with is so cool" -> "it was so cool! i guess that's miles for you" is definitely the biggest example though.

First off, a minor thing. it doesn't really happen anymore but in the earlier translations they quite often use words other than partner, like "pals" and "buds", in the VBS story. Probably one of the best examples of this would be An and Kohane's 3rd kizuna title, which the JP name was often fan-translated as "Making each other better" or "Raising each other up", and is called "Two supportive pals" on EN. Which does have the same meaning but the "pals" seems so unneccesary when they could've used partners. The original text is Takameau futari, the first part means "to raise" or "to lift" and futari means "two people" or "a pair/couple". So it technically is a good enough translation but using pals when partners would be more accurate to canon just seems.. off.

I’m assuming their avoidance of the word partner is because it could easily be misinterpreted as romantic, but they seem to have moved on from that at this point.

There's also THE POWER OF UNITY where they switch out "love" (daisuki) for "cares about a lot" when KAITO is comparing the relationship between Arata and Souma to Akito and Toya. Daisuki literally means "likes a lot" so often you'll see people translate it as love, though likes a lot is still valid. "Cares about" is not a direct translation but definitely can still convey the same meaning, so again instance of valid localisation it just seems like an odd choice when using love would've conveyed the exact same meaning and been more true to the original.

Then you've got another instance of them not translating daisuki correctly in Dear Me, As I Was Back Then (sorry this one is a wiki screenshot my phone died). This is worse. Like I guess if you really want then it does have a close enough meaning to the original. Like I guess daisuki meaning "like a lot" or "love" could be localised as "you're the best" if you really wanted it too. But even then, the line before this is "I'm gonna show just how much I admire her!". Minori's shout of "I LOVE YOUUU" from the original would be way more fitting here. "You're the best" feels too casual and buddy-buddy - even if Minori didn't know Haruka at this point, Haruka still had a big impact on her life and imo "I love you" would be the best to use here.

There’s also this one from Walk on and on that removes one key thing. In the original, Toya says something more along the lines of “I was able to make this track because I want to continue to be a partner who can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with you from now on and always”. This is a bit more similar to the Asahi incident in that they’ve restructured the sentence to make it two, adding in the thing about performing which isn’t even there originally, and replacing “korekara saki mo zutto” with “keep singing with you”. And “keep singing with you” still works, but it’s much more toned down, let’s say. You know what really is odd about this translation though? If the quote I put seems familiar, it’s because it’s also the name of Toya’s event card. Kinda odd they omitted that from the story then, huh? The thing is the translation of the card is very accurate so removing it from the story starts to seem intentional, especially when everything around it is accurately translated like with the Asahi incident. Also doing this removes the fact that the card name references the story so what the hell are you doing EN? It's the same sentence, if you can translate it correctly on the card you can translate it correctly in the story.

And I’m gonna do a massive Dude Trust Me on this one and keep it brief because I don’t have screenshots of it and couldn't find any online, but there’s another example I can think of with Rui’s spring voiceline from 2022. On EN he says "Ah Tsukasa, what a coincidence!" but on JP he says "it must be some sort of fate that we met here". Which admittedly is still pretty much the same meaning, it's just like a way more casual version of it because of course it is. EN is just generally not great at localising a lot of Rui's more poetic speech as well, so I'll let this one slide for now.

There's definitely more than this, this is just what came to mind first and I don't want to make this post too long.

These were certainly... choices. Especially with the ones that translate daisuki wrong because they do translate it correctly on other occasions, most frequently with An and Kohane. I'm assuming the reason they omitted it with the guys is because it's far harder to pass off guys saying that they love each other as platonic because societal expectations or whatever, but I'm actually surprised by the change to Dear Me because normally they're pretty good with Minori and Haruka. Like they've translated daisuki correctly for them before and leave in everything else that indicates Minori has a crush on Haruka, so why not this line?

I'm tempted to say that they just change the things that they think are too hard to safely pass off as platonic, but then again they left all of the unsubtle ship teasing in Buddy Funny Spend Time, which has a lot of focus on Minori and Haruka's relationship (and they even left in Haruka saying that Minori makes her heart tickle in her card story), so I'm genuinely not sure why they left that in but then changed one instance of Minori saying she loves Haruka which doesn't even have to be interpreted romantically. Like what is the limit here? An can say she's going on a date (with Kohane) and the WEG regulars can ask who she's been seeing, but Asahi can say he fell in love with Tsukasa's character and it gets removed. Both of them are explicitly romantic. The only thing I can think of is that An's comes from a whole card story and event, but Asahi's is one line that's easy to remove. Same with Toya saying he wants to stay with Akito forever.

In other words, it's a mess and I don't think any of what I just wrote is coherent either.

Interpret all of this however you will at the end of the day it’s all just ship tease which is up to interpretation anyway. Except the Asahi thing that was explicitly romantic that one is a censor.

Oh and as far as I know the KR and TW servers don’t do this.

#i got this one peer reviewed on both my main account and with an irl who doesn't know anything about the game. #oh because someone will probably bring up the hiraga gennai 1koma i don't consider that one a censor #that one's definitely a localisation bc barely any players would get the joke since gennai isn't well known in the EN server regions #there's a whole discussion to be had over the fact they did completely change the joke and the context which we actually have had before #it was rui's birthday post if you go through my rui tag you can find it. #asks #mod talks #apologies for the quality on this one it's 1am right now for me

[topguncortez]

Hii👋

Maybe some ❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜ with Jake Seresin for 3 k

Thank u

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Reader (not wifey yet) warnings: it's so damn fluffy you might shed a tear. Opposites Attract Masterlist | Hangman Masterlist Main Masterlist | 3 fucking K celebration

Jake was ready to take the next step. It might've been a bit too soon- hell, it was a bit too soon. But four months was long enough to know when you met the right person, right? Jake knew it was absolutely insane that he was planning out how he was going to propose to Y/N in his head, but he didn't want to send another second apart from her.

The two of them had been spending almost every night at each others houses. The first time Y/N had stayed over at Jake's was completely by accident. They went out mini-golfing and ended the night at his place watching the Legally Blonde movies (which Y/N pointed out that Jake and Elle Woods were the same person). Sometime during the movie, Y/N fell asleep on Jake's chest and he didn't have the heart to wake her up and let her drive home. So instead, Jake asked Y/N if she wanted to stay, and he even offered up his room and he'd sleep on the couch. It took both of them by surprise when Y/N said that they can share the bed.

The night was a little over three months ago, and in that time each others belongings had been scattered among the two homes. Early mornings were spent driving home after spending the night wrapped in the warmth of each other. Jake didn't like watching you leave, knowing you were going home to your house alone. It wasn't that you couldn't handle your own, it was that Jake worried about you going home late or arriving home by yourself. There were too many weirdos in the world for Jake to sleep comfortably about.

"What has you all wired up, Bagman?" Javy asked, leaning on Jake's desk, "This about the girl?"

"Yeah," Jake sighed, running a hand down his face, "Do you think I'm moving too fast?"

"You wanted to tell her that you loved her on the third date. . ."

Jake rolled his eyes, "That's true," He sighed, "I'm thinking about asking her to move in."

"Shit, already?" Javy said, straightening up a bit, "You really care about her?"

"I would propose her tomorrow if I could," Jake said, "I've been looking at rings and everything."

"I don't think I have ever seen you this crazy about a girl, Seresin."

"She's the one for me. I see her and I see my whole future. I see a house in San Diego, near her parents, maybe get to be an instructor or some hotshot pilot, I see us having like four or five little ones. I can't see my life without her and I don't want to live one either."

Javy smiled, knowing that it was the exact way that he felt about his girlfriend Valerie. He clapped his friend on the back, "Ask her. And do it soon, before she figures out that you snore and talk in your sleep."

"I do not snore."

"Keep telling yourself that buddy," Javy patted his shoulder before walking back to his desk.

--- --- ---

Y/N looked through the curtains of the big bay window, waiting for Jake to arrive. She had been at work when Jake texted and asked if she was down for dinner, and she agreed. She had a mountain of second grade math homework to look through, but she wasn't going to miss a chance to get dinner with her favorite guy.

A smile rose to her face as Jake's familiar ford f-150 pulled up into the driveway. On the very first date, Y/N made a joke about how you can take the man out of Texas but not Texas out of the man. Y/N met Jake out on the front porch, giving her that megawatt smile and pink carnations in his hand.

"For you," He said, and kissed her hand, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Y/N blushed furiously.

Jake knew that she wasn't about to lean in and kiss him, not when Mrs. Lockheart next door was as nosy as she was. The small cottage house that Y/N rented was right next to a retirement community, and she had made friends with a lot of them. It made Jake smile seeing her spend so much time caring and talking to her elderly neighbors. He made mental note to take Y/N home to Texas to meet his nana someday.

"I'll go put these inside," Y/N said and Jake nodded. Quickly, Y/N put the carnations in the same vase as the other ones from the week before were. Anytime Jake took her on a date, he always showed up with pink carnations. Partly a nod to the first song that they had listened to on their first date.

"Ready?" Jake asked and Y/N nodded. He grabbed her hand and led her to the truck. He helped her in his lifted pick-up and made sure she was all buckled before shutting the door and jogging to the drivers side.

Jake made a reservation at their favorite seafood restaurant down by the pier. Y/N loved their fish and chips, and Jake always got some sushi that made Y/N crinkle her nose. They talked about each other’s days and how work went. Y/N hardly understood a word of what Jake was talking about but she was always so intrigued. It’s what made Jake love her so much, that she was actually interested in what he did and asked questions about it. They once again argued about who was going to pay for the meal (Jake had already slipped the waiter his card when Y/N was in the bathroom). After they ate, they decided to get ice cream from their favorite place and walk down the pier. 

That’s when Jake’s nerves really started setting in. 

He had a spare key made after his conversation with Javy, and it was currently burning a hole into his jeans. He was terrified of what she was going to say. Of course the worst she could say was “no” but Jake wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to handle that. Everything had been so perfect between the two of them so far and Jake was starting to think maybe he was reading this all wrong. Y/N had noticed him become distant, his hand not gripping hers as tightly anymore. 

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, looking up at him. Jake snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at her. 

‘Now or Never, Bagman’ 

Jake didn’t say anything as he set his ice cream dish on a nearby bench, and got down on one knee. Y/N sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide. 

‘Is he proposing? Oh my god! I didn’t even wear my good white shoes!’ 

“I’m not proposing,” Jake said. 

“Oh thank god,” Y/N sighed in relief, “I mean, not like that.” 

Jake chuckled, “I will one day. Just not today, but I want to ask you to move in.” He held up the brass key that was in his pocket, “I don’t like going to bed without you. And it doesn’t have to be everything. It can be like a drawer, or a toothbrush. But . . I can’t sleep another night without you in my house.” 

Y/N bit her lip, as a blush came across her cheeks. She set her own ice cream dish down, and reached into her purse, retrieving a very similar brass key out. 

“I had one made for you,” Y/N whispered, “I was going to ask you, but I was too scared.” 

Jake shook his head and stood up from his kneeling position, “Only us would do this.” Y/N giggled, and Jake pulled her in for a hug, “So you’ll move in? Like to my house?” 

“Unless you want to be woken up by Mrs. Stone’s bingo parties. They can get pretty rowdy.” 

“Damn, I’m not sure if I can move away knowing I’ll miss Thursday night bingo,” Jake frowned and Y/N giggled, burying her head into his chest. 

“But yes, I will move into your house with you, Jake.” 

Jake wrapped his arms tightly around her as he spun her in a circle. A shriek came from her lips followed by continuous laughter. Jake set her down, and kissed her quickly, knowing that she probably felt the eyes of onlookers on her. 

“Well, we better get going. I got packing to do!” 

— — — 

Three days later, Y/N was carrying a box in her hands up the sidewalk to her new home with Jake. He had a cute little two story house that was right between the base and the school. He walked a bit ahead of her, also carrying a box of her things. He set the box down, and reached into his pocket grabbing his keys to unlock the door. Y/N went to open the door but Jake stopped her. 

“Wait!” Jake said, and then covered her eyes with his hands, “Close your eyes.” 

“Jake, I have seen your house before.” 

“Yes, but it is no longer just my house, it's your house. . . Our house,” Jake said and Y/N broke out into a large smile, “So close your eyes for me.” 

“Only for you,” Y/N said and closed her eyes. Jake removed one hand to open the door, and then carefully guided her through the front door of his house. 

Her nose was filled with the familiar scent of his house; sage and the hint of jet fuel. She could feel the warmth of the home, and it felt so inviting. She never felt like a stranger in Jake’s house, and she felt even more at home than ever before. Jake kicked the door closed with his foot, and continued to guide her into the living room. 

“Alright, Here we are,” Jake said and took his hands off her eyes. Y/N opened her eyes slowly and looked around at the living room that was now partially her’s. Not a single thing physically had changed since the last time she was here two days ago, but everything had changed emotionally, “Home sweet home.” Jake kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. 

There was a moment of silence as the two of them just soaked up being in each others embrace in their home.

"What do you think, sweets?" Jake asked.

Y/N sucked in a breath before answering, "I think we need throw pillows." She looked up at Jake, who had a bright smile on his face.

"You're lucky I love you."

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[greg-montgomery]

Ivy - Part 4

gif by: @foldfoldmoldmold <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: this chapter is nsfw - 18+

Minors DNI

Chapter summary: ???? idk things happen. this is 3.3k words lmfao i couldn't shut up.

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The first phone call came when Aaron wanted to check up on you after your fight with Sean. You had left his house soon after breakfast was over, and apparently you were still on his mind when the night had come.

“I just wanted to see if you’re alright,” he said.

“I am.”

It was the same thing you had said to Sean when you had returned home, and he hadn’t questioned it. But Aaron did.

“Why am I not convinced?”

“Because I’m lying,” you sighed.

“Do you wanna talk about it some more?” he asked.

“Not really,” you replied. But it’s nice hearing your voice, you wanted to add.

You couldn’t talk about it with him. Because the reason you were feeling upset wasn’t your fight with Sean anymore. It was the way your mind couldn’t stop thinking about Aaron.

And maybe you forgave Sean this fast and fell into his arms as soon as you set foot into your home because you were feeling guilty.

Guilt was a terrible feeling.  But the need to talk with Aaron was stronger than it. So you made sure the bathroom door was shut and kept whispering on your phone for a few minutes more.

--

The second phone call was initiated by Aaron again. It was only a few days later.

“Jack has been chewing my ears off all day to call you,” he laughed. “He says you’re his best friend.”

“And I am. Give him the phone,” you replied with a fake serious tone.

“Y/N!”

“Hi, sweet angel,” you said, softly. “I’ve missed you already.”

“When are you gonna visit again? I made a drawing for you at school and I wanna show you,” he complained.

“Soon, buddy. I promise.”

A few days later, Jack’s sweet drawing of you and him was hanging on your fridge door.

--

And just like that, the habit of talking with Aaron on the phone at least once a day was born. Lucky for you it was usually at night, when you were home from work, but Sean wasn’t yet.

“Are you still in your office?” you raised a brow even though Aaron couldn’t see you.

“Paperwork,” he said, as if he was defending himself.

“What do you even do when you have paperwork?” you asked, letting your body fall on your bed. When Sean wasn’t home, you liked taking up all the space.

“Boring things.”

“Hmm…so that’s why you called. I’m free entertainment.”

“That’s right. Now tell me about your day,” he ordered.

So you did.

--

Your giggles filled the room you were in.

Jack had overheard Aaron talking about how he didn’t like a certain teacher of his, and with the innocence of a child his age, he exposed him right in front of said teacher without a second thought.

“I’m never showing my face to Jack’s school again.”

“No, stop it. It wasn’t that embarrassing.”

“Then why are you ready to pass out from laughing?” Aaron asked and even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression he was making.

You physically couldn’t reply.

“Listen to her,” he said, amused; his words directed to no one. “She can’t even talk from laughing.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, sounding not sorry at all.

“Stop laughing at my misfortunes,” he complained.

--

You tried to balance your phone between your ear and your shoulder; your hands too busy carrying a mug filled with tea and a plate with a piece of apple pie.

After sitting on the couch, you didn’t have to be so focused anymore so you started talking again.

“And then he told me that if I wanna keep my job, I’m gonna have to make compromises. Can you believe him? Like, is that what ‘not paying your employees for their overtime work’ is called now?”

“Want me to punch him for you?” Aaron suggested.

“Yes, please.”

“You know, you should really start talking back.”

“Easy for you to say, you look scary.” You sipped some of your tea and then added, “No offense.”

“Non taken,” he laughed.

“No one is gonna take me seriously.”

“Well…it’s all about the attitude,” he started. “My number one rule is never break eye contact.”

Lessons on intimidation by the one and only Aaron Hotchner? You were going to be unstoppable.

--

“I’m baking because I’m sad for no reason,” you admitted, putting Aaron on speaker so you could use both of your hands.

“I get the feeling,” he said.

“You do? Whenever I say that, I feel like I have to justify myself.”

The smell of the little bottle of vanilla extract you just opened filled the kitchen, and you closed your eyes to enjoy it.

“You don’t,” his voice came soft from the phone. “We don’t have to always understand our emotions. Sometimes all we need to do is feel them.”

“Here he goes all Oprah again.”

“Alright, this is the last time I’m giving you advice,” he said.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” you rushed to reply, trying to hold your laughter back. “I’m surprised you have so many pieces of advice when it comes to emotions.”

“Well, I’m raising a kid,” he simply said.

“Have you been gentle parenting me the whole time?” you acted offended.

“You’re insufferable.”

Laughing on the phone with Aaron was like therapy and you realized you didn’t feel so sad anymore.

“So what are you baking?”

“Cookies!” you said with excitement.

“That’s what you were making the day I met you.”

“Yeah, and then you scolded me about eating cookie dough as if I was nine,” you said, putting some of the dough in your mouth like you had done that day.

“And I’ll do it again, I can hear you chewing,” he replied.

“I wasn’t afraid of you then and I’m not afraid of you now.”

“Oh is that so?”

“Mhm…You can’t hide from me. I know you’re a softie so you can never scare me,” you grinned.

“I’m not a softie.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Well, I’m not like that all the time.”

“I know,” you smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. It felt nice to get confirmation that he was a softie just for you. And your softie really needed to try some of your cookies so he’d understand why you couldn’t resist them even before they were baked. You made a mental note to visit him the next day and drop some of them off.

--

“Aaron is calling you,” Sean’s voice came from the other room.

“What?” you were blow-drying your hair so his voice sounded muffled in your ears.

In a few seconds he was standing in front of you. “Aaron,” he repeated, showing you your phone; his brother’s name lighting up on your screen.

“Oh…” you only managed to say, taking it from his hand. It would look suspicious if you didn’t pick up, so you did.

“Hello?”

“Guess who has to suck it up and make an appearance at Jack’s school this Thursday,” Aaron joked.

It made you sad that you couldn’t laugh. You tried to think fast of what to reply.

Sean was staring at you.

“Oh, I’m glad he did!” you said.

“Of course you’re glad I have to suffer.” He thought you were answering his question.

“Don’t worry, he can keep it,” you pushed yourself to smile.

“What?” Aaron asked, clearly confused. You couldn’t blame him.

“Consider it a gift from me. I’m not gonna read it again anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” Aaron laughed.

“Of course. Good night,” you said and hung up.

“I gave Aaron a book for Jack and he wanted to return it,” you explained to Sean, putting your phone away, making sure it was facing down.

Well, technically you weren’t lying.

“That’s so sweet of you, babe,” he smiled and gave you a kiss.

The guilt was creeping up inside you again. “Well, he’s a sweet kid.”

“You’re sweeter,” he whispered and soon his lips were on your neck. “I could just eat you.”

Sean lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him carry you to bed. You could hear your phone vibrate. You wished you were talking with Aaron instead; teasing him about the fact that he had to face his least favorite teacher of Jack’s again.

When Sean was asleep, you got up and tip-toed your way out of the bedroom to find your phone.

You: Sorry about earlier. I wasn’t alone.

Aaron: Yeah, I realized after we hung up. Don’t worry about it. Good night.

This was the first time the two of you had acknowledged that your little habit was something you should be hiding; something that Sean shouldn’t be aware of.

You: Good night. (Btw you weren’t wrong I am glad you’re gonna have to suffer)

Aaron: I had no doubts. Now go to sleep, it’s late.

You were proud that he didn’t ask you what “btw” meant.

--

Aaron left a sweet kiss on the top of Jack’s head. The little boy was sleeping, hugging his new stuffed dinosaur close to his chest.

Kissing his son goodnight was Aaron’s favorite part of the day, and his heart filled with joy when he got to be home and do it.

After closing Jack’s door as quietly as possible, he was ready for his next favorite part of the day: talking with you.

It was fucked up - he knew it- that his mood depended on whether or not he got to talk with his brother’s girlfriend that day. But when he heard your voice, when he finally got to listen to his name leaving your lips so sweetly, nothing else mattered anymore.

“So, you know how it’s my birthday this Saturday.”

“Of course, I do,” he said. “It’s the only thing you’ve been talking about for the last two months.”

“Ha ha, funny,” you replied, not amused. “Anyway, I’m gonna have a little party.”

“Hmm…”

“And, of course, I want you there,” you said.

“I’ll-”

He didn’t manage to say another word before you interrupted him. “Tell all the serial killers of the world that they’ll have to cancel their plans for that night, because you’re coming. Aaron, I’m serious.”

God, he could just kiss you senseless then. If you were there, physically, with him, he didn’t know if he’d be able to resist.

The fact that you wanted him there so bad made him feel good.

“Okay, I’ll let them know.”

--

Considering his job, it was rare for something to take Aaron’s breath away.

Well, apparently all it took was you in a black dress to make it happen.

“I’m glad you came,” you flashed him a smile.

“You know I wouldn’t miss it. Happy birthday,” he smiled back and handed you the flowers he was holding.

You noticed him staring, he could tell. The bouquet he gave you was hiding your dress, so you took it out of the way by dropping your arm to your side. “Do you like it?” you smirked.

His eyes travelled shamelessly on your body, since you gave him permission. “I like it.”

You urged him to follow you inside the house.

Aaron wasn’t the type of man who had a different person in his bed every night. The woman he had married was the same one he had lost his virginity to when he was a teenager. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the attention the way he looked earned him.

He knew that he could turn heads by walking into a room.

And for that reason, he didn’t miss the way one of your friends whispered in your ear while checking him out. He also didn’t miss the way your expression shifted only for one second, before you rushed to smile again.

His thoughts were confirmed when that same friend of yours started chatting with him; a sparkly drink occupying her right hand.

“You definitely look like you belong in the FBI,” she said, touching his arm.

He would stop her; come up with an excuse and walk away. But the way you were staring at them from across the room was way too entertaining for him to stop.

You were jealous. So he decided to indulge her.

“You think?” he smirked, taking a sip from his drink, his gaze directed at you and not her.

“Are you kidding? I mean, when you walked in I immediately said to Y/N: Who is he?”

Aaron faked laughed. He hadn’t paid any attention to her answer, so he was silently hoping it was a joke and his laughter didn’t seem out of place.

You were getting worked up: biting your bottom lip, crossing your arms over your chest, paying zero attention to the person talking to you. He could read every reaction and it satisfied him more than he could ever express.

“Why don’t you talk to me about yourself,” he said to – Ashley was her name?

His attention kept switching between you and her. He didn’t want to be obvious by ignoring her completely, but he was constantly aware of your movements in the background.

When Ashley found an excuse to touch his chest this time, you started walking away from your company. You didn’t walk towards her and Aaron, though. You walked towards Sean.

Soon your arms were wrapped around his neck and his tongue was down your throat.

Aaron clenched his jaw. Sean’s hands were so low on your waist that it was clear to everyone that if the two of you were alone he’d already be gripping your ass.

He had it coming. And he hated the view. But he knew what you were doing.

That was enough for him.

Later that night, when everyone was a little drunk, when the lights had gotten low, he got a chance to talk to you alone.

“Take me to your room, I wanna give you something,” he said in your ear and grabbed your hand.

You looked up at him and nodded your head, pulling his arm to lead him to the bedroom.

He locked the door behind him. Hopefully no one would notice the two of you had disappeared from the party.

“What do you wanna give me?” you asked, trying to act annoyed from earlier, and he thought it was adorable.

“You didn’t think I’d only get you flowers for your birthday, did you?”

You didn’t answer so he moved closer to you. He reached for the inside pocket of his jacket, taking out a small blue box with a white bow.

“Aaron,” you said. “You shouldn’t have.”

He knew you didn’t say it to be polite. He knew he really shouldn’t have.

But he couldn’t help himself from thinking how beautiful you’d look with two pretty diamonds framing your face.

“Can I put them on for you?” he asked you after you opened the box, revealing the beautiful pair of earrings.

You let him.

He stood on your side, and his hands went to your ear so he could start removing the earrings you were wearing that night.

You were breathing faster; he could feel it. He could see you shiver because of his touch. And you could probably feel him too, his breath against your skin.

Aaron took his time, putting your earrings on, letting his own self get lost in the moment; in your perfume.

He turned his gaze towards the mirror that was hanging on your wall, urging you to stare at yourself too.

He didn’t take his hand away when he was done. Instead he started tracing patterns against the sensitive skin of your neck with his fingers. “Do you like them?”

“They’re perfect,” you admitted.

“You are perfect.”

You looked into his eyes through the mirror.

“Were you jealous earlier?” he asked you.

“Can’t you tell?” you answered with a question.

“Can’t you tell that when you’re in the room everyone else disappears for me?”

“Aaron…” it sounded like a plea.

“Fuck it,” he whispered and turned you around, pulling you into his arms.

He could finally taste what he had been craving for months now, and whatever heaven could ever be, it still wouldn’t be even close to how kissing you felt.

Your lips had been sparkling the whole night, and he had been trying to guess if it was strawberries or cherries they tasted. They didn’t taste like either of them, they tasted like you.

He heard you say his name against his mouth, and the next second he had you with your back against the wall.

“Oh God…” you whispered when he finally touched your chest.

“You’ve been driving me crazy since the moment I saw you. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He took your hand and brought it to his crotch. “Can you feel it? It’s all you.”

“I need you,” you whined.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna get you off,” he promised and his hand found its way between your legs.

“Aaron kiss me.”

How could he deny you that? He did as you said, kissing you deeply, pulling your panties to the side so he could touch you; so he could feel you and not the fabric. He wasn’t at all surprised that you were soaked for him.

He broke the kiss. “Have you ever done it? Have you ever touched it while thinking of me?” he asked you, rubbing your clit in a torturous pace.

You were biting your lip, trying to keep your moans quiet.

“I know you have,” he continued. “I can even tell you when the first time you did it was. Because the next night you came crying to my doorstep.”

Your eyes grew wide. It made him smirk; he knew he was right.

“How did you know?” you breathed out.

“You think you can hide from me? You forget what I do for a living.” He kissed you again and slipped a finger inside you.

“Fuck, Aaron,” you moaned, trying to keep your tone in whispers.

After adding another finger, he saw you bending your right knee, struggling to stand on your own.

He pushed himself against you, helping you hold yourself up. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he said and lowered his head to suck on your earlobe, taking one of the earrings he bought you into his mouth.

“Feels so good,” you said.

“I know, baby. You deserve it.”

Your little moans kept getting faster and soon you were cumming on his fingers, with your eyes closed even though he was dying to look into them.

You let him kiss you again and your hands went to his belt, trying to unbuckle it. “I wanna make you feel good too,” you said.

He was painfully hard, but he caught both of your wrists with his left hand, before you could.

“No,” he said.

“Why?”

“We’ve already been gone from the party long enough. Someone’s gonna notice we’re not there.” He paused for a moment. “Sean will.”

The mention of his name made your expression shift. Aaron could see your guilt taking over. And how could he ever comfort you on that? What would he even say?

“You’re right.”

The two of you stayed silent and he couldn’t help but think about how delicious you looked after your orgasm. Why couldn’t you have been a normal couple?

He’d touch you for the first time, after a romantic dinner, in his bed; he’d make love to you and not finger fuck you against a wall.

You’d crawl into his arms and he’d tell you all those sappy, romantic stuff boyfriends tell their girlfriends.

You would be glowing and giggling; you wouldn’t have tears in your eyes from shame and guilt like he could see you having right now.

Why couldn’t you have met him first?

You pulled him by the collar of his shirt when he made a move to go, but he stopped you.

“I’m sorry for making you cry on your birthday.” He kissed your cheek and walked away.

He took off his jacket before opening the bedroom door, making sure to hold it against his crotch, and left you alone.

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Part 5

#aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #sean hotchner x reader #hotch 🪐 #nsfw. #ivy

[ave09]

together

poe dameron x reader

note: headcannon that poe’s middle name is cosmo, and i will now be using that as his personal cutesie nickname-

han solo was dead.

and you had never felt more lost.

you knew him-you knew him very well.

he was practically your father. 

he had been around since you’d been just a child, and you had accompanied him on many endeavors across the galaxy. you’d listened to his rants about his smuggling years, about his meeting of leia and luke, about leia in general.

you’d heard it all.

you weren’t with him when he died. 

you didn’t even know until chewbacca returned with only rey and finn. no sign of the old man. 

you didn’t cry for him. not yet at least. all you felt was… numb. a pain that rotted your core—something that felt as though it would never go away.

you’d been there for leia. for she was really who mattered. her brother was missing—her husband murdered—her son turned to a monster—

you knew she was hurting… but was anyone going to acknowledge your hurt?

poe dameron certainly did. 

a few days after it happened, he went searching for you. and yet there was no sign of you.

he’d gone to rey. 

“hey, have you seen her anywhere?” he had asked. she shook her head, “no.”

he’d gone to finn.

“hey buddy-have you seen her? i’ve been looking everywhere.” finn had frowned, “sorry-no.”

finally, he went to leia.

poe didn’t even have to ask.

“check the falcon. she’s always there.”

and so he did. 

walking up the ramp, he felt an eerie sense of… something wash over him. he couldn’t exactly figure it out. 

he could hear han’s laughter as he walked up that ramp, the countless times he’d seen you two walk down it, chucking about something one had said. 

you were so close to han, he knew that. 

why hadn’t he noticed before? 

as he entered the falcon, he heard a faint sound—as though someone was crying.

he walked along the corridor until he reached the cockpit, and that’s where he found you-

curled up in the captain’s seat, head resting on your knees as your shoulder’s heaved with soft sobs. 

it hurt him to see you like this.

you who were always filled with joy, constantly making jokes—seeing you broken just felt so very wrong. 

cautiously, he took a few steps forward, gently

placing a hand upon your shoulder. you flinched, lifting your head, locking bloodshot eyes with his, “for kriff’s sake-“ you murmured, standing up a bit too quickly, “you scared me-“

“sorry,” he slowly removed his hand as he watched you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. you always refused to let anyone see any sort of emotion, and he hated it.

he hated it because he did the exact same thing. 

you sniffled, “what’re you doing here?” 

“checking up.” he said simply.

“i’m fine.”

“you’re not.” 

“i am;” you argued, but he knew better.

he knew you better than anyone—now that han was gone. 

you fell silent then, letting out a shaky sigh. 

poe took a step closer to you, a look of sympathy crossing his face. he took another step, uncross his arms, extending them slightly.

no words exchanged-and you knew.

he knew what you needed. 

before you knew it, you were crumbling again, and like a savior, he was there to catch your fall. 

you were enveloped by his arms, a tight embrace that you never wanted to leave as the sobs came again. 

he held you close—not knowing the right words to say but he knew this was what you needed.

you didn’t need any words of comfort. you just needed someone.

and poe turned out to be that someone. 

“i want him back.”

her voice was so fragile. as if anything could break it. 

“i know,” he whispered, pecking the top of her head, “i know.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 

leia organa was dead.

there was a sort of heaviness in the air. 

the galaxy had lost not only a valuable general—but a ray of light—a beacon of hope.

the war was over. kylo ren was dead. the first order had fallen.

the galaxy was okay. 

but poe dameron was not. 

but—this time—he had you.

you returned to your quarters one night to find him seated upon the bed you shared, his hand hanging low. 

you quietly closed the door behind you. “cosmo?”  he didn’t move. you furrowed your brows, “poe?” your footsteps were the only sound in the room. 

you rounded the bed, sitting beside him. and then you noticed what was held in his hand. 

it was a grainy photograph. displayed on it, was a young leia organa. she was smiling brightly, and you couldn’t help but wonder when exactly this was taken. 

you’d never seen her look so happy. 

you placed a hand on his shoulder, and only then did he lift his head. “hey,” he murmured.

“hi.” you whispered, smiling softly at him. 

“how you holding up?” her voice was soft. 

“fine.”

“liar.” 

he bit his lip, frowning. despite his best efforts,  you could see his lip quivering. 

“i just-“ he let out a sigh, running a hand over his face, “what-“ he paused, “what am i supposed to do without her?” 

“poe-“

“she’s been there since-since i was a kid-i’ve already lost my mom-losing leia-“ his voice caught in his throat, choking back a sob. 

you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him, “i know,” was all you could say. 

“i just—i can’t lead-“

“you can.” you whispered, “i promise you can.”

“y’know why?” you asked. poe didn’t answer. “you’re strong. you’re a natural-born leader. poe, you’re the strongest man i know. and leia knew it too.”

he sent you a teary smile.

“we’re gonna get through this.” you assured, rubbing his back as you pecked his cheek softly. 

“together?” his voice was shaky. 

you nodded,

“together.”

#star wars #oscar isaac #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac characters #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #leia organa #han solo #the force awakens #rise of skywalker

[welcometothelairofthebitchking]

Why it's funny to me that people give Way sooo much shit but think Charlie is the best thing that ever happened to Babe:

Okay so first of all, I am NOT a Way apologist. That boy is crazy and sick in the head and a very deep shade of red when it comes to red flags, but the thing is? Charlie isn't that much better?? Im not even talking about the 'Charlie faked his death and it hurt babe' part. I don't even really care about that. I'm talking about up to episode 8. Because at least up until the moment that Way snapped and tried to actually r*pe babe, the things he and charlie were doing weren't that different. 'Oh but Way used his powers on Babe and brainwashed him and controlled his whole life.' Exactly. Way used the privilege Babe gave him to get close to him whenever he wanted, to put his hand on his shoulder, and use his power on him to steer things in the direction he wanted. Each time Babe thought his best friend was being affectionate, he was actually being abused in the worst way possible. Babe trusted him with his love and the power to come close and touch his body whenever he wanted, and Way took advantage of it.

And you know who else did that? Charlie did. He did the exact same thing. Actually, I can even take the paragraph above and replace the words:

Charlie used the privilege Babe gave him (long term sexual contant never shared anyone else, cuddling in the bed and touching throughout the night, the kiss oh my god the kiss) to get close to him whenever he wanted, to put his hands on his body, and use his power on him (aborbe everything) to steer things in the direction he wanted (the grand plan, am I right? The one him and Jeff worked soooooo hard on). Each time Babe thought his sex buddy/lover was being affectionate, he was actually being abused in the worst way possible. Babe trusted him with the power to come close and touch his body whenever he wanted, and Charlie took advantage of it.

'But he did it to protect Babe'. That does not matter. Babe isn't a child. Charlie doesn't get to decide to protect him without asking his opinion. Babe is an adult. He can make his own choices. Moreover, his senses have been with him all his life. They shape his whole identity and who he is. Actually, given his fucked up childhood and how he was raised, given that his whole career and number 1 'identity' depend on them (because it wasn't just a number 1 spot, it was who he was. Pit babe always wins. Pit babe won't be pit babe if he loses.), Babe probably thought most of his worth comes from his senses. He said that once, that he's not sure he'd be worthy if he doesn't have his senses (and here the point isn't that he would be worthy, it's that HE thinka that)

And charlie just comes and? Decides to take them? Decides to take the whole identity of someone he 'loves' in order to 'protect' them without giving them a choice or even explanation?? That's fucked up. When I got to that point of the series, I legit thought this is a kind of r@pe, and worse than the sexual kind.

So the thing is, what he did was fucked up. It doesn't matter what his motivation was. I'm sure that Way too actually thought r@ping Babe and putting a baby inside him by force is the best way for both of them too. Which, obviously, bonkers, but my point is that your intentions don't cancel out the harm.

Everyone in this show treat Babe as some sort of object or kid that doesn't know what is good for him. No one gives him a choice while it's literally HIS life. They just come in and use him and his trust. They just manipulate him and lie to him, and no one considers how much that would HURT.

And you know what the real difference between Way and Charlie is? Obv. That charlie is 'selfless' and does everything for babe rather than the sake of his own desires/safety, but I assure you a writer can twist that. I can easily write the same situations and characters (up until chapter 8), and this time make charlie the red flag. In a case like this, the real difference is the way the narrative guides you and your emotions along, and the most important part in that is Babe himself. It's about who babe chooses to forgive. Who he decides to stay with despite the hurt. It's not about choosing between a saint and a red flag, but choosing between two people who have hurt you. And you choose the one who you love so much, you would keep hurting for.

And that's the beauty of it. Despite what this might come off as, I'm not a charlie hater. Not at all. I like him and babe together actually. I like Way too. And I love all of them because they are incredibly fucked up people trying to do what they think is right and I find the struggle interesting. My point is that, we are too fixated on finding a green flag and a red flag and choosing between them, when in situations like this, when all characters have been through hell, there will be no green flag. You can't rip a person apart and then bitch about them being red like blood can be any other color.

My point in making this wasn't to say charliebabe is abusive or toxic. It can be at points, but my point isn't that. What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't fall into the trick of the narrative. You shouldn't decide a person is good and saint like just because their intentions were good or because they're the one the protegonist choses. You shouldn't ignore the hurt they do. The show moved sooooo fast from what was the biggest betrayal to me and I don't see anyone talking about it, simply because Babe decided to forgive and forget and the narrative pretended everything was perfect with a mama joke and a hug

#such a long rant #pit babe the series #pit babe spoilers #pit babe bl #pavel phoom #charlie x babe #charliebabe #way pit babe #not a way apologist but I love red flags because they are red #waybabe #thai bl #the mpreg show is actually that deep #unpopular opinion

[chickenparm]

A Draw - ChiLumi

you guys like jazz? and by jazz i mean me finally writing something. i wrote this for my buddy that deserves 1000 of these nastyass fics.

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ChiLumi / ChildexLumine 2892 Words - NSFW (Size kink, thigh riding, foul legacy form)

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Time, distance, circumstance; All keep Childe from truly reaching out with both hands to sink his fingers into Lumine. It’s not as if she’s uninterested - Childe sometimes plays the role of an oblivious nice guy, but he’s not a moron. The trailing of her eyes against the flash of skin revealed by his uniform, the way her cheeks flush when they’re nearly nose-to-nose in one of their occasional bouts, the reluctance to part ways when they have no further business with each other. 

No, Childe is convinced Lumine wants him, nearly as much as he wants her. 

But there’s a time and place for ruminating on his unwise feelings for the woman that is slowly but surely becoming a thorn in the Tsaritsa’s side that is too sharp to ignore. For now, she stands across from him in the secluded copse of trees that they’ve claimed for their spar, sword brandished and the silence surrounding them comfortably. 

Truthfully, they don’t need to exchange words. The typical rules of combat between Childe and Lumine never really change, but something itches beneath his skin and he calls out a greeting, followed with, “Girlie, I need a favor from you!”

“A favor?” Lumine responds, voice a bit flat and less musical than he remembers. From this distance, he can just make out the sight of dark circles beneath her eyes - she must be tired. 

But an advantage is an advantage, and it’s been a few too many fights since he last claimed victory. Especially with what he asks of her this time, a smile on his face like that would convince her. “I’d like to use my Foul Legacy transformation, if you’re up for it.”

“If you’re up for it.” Lumine responds, and Childe doesn’t miss the way her shoulders stiffen, her hand grips her sword a little tighter, and the shadows of her collarbone growing a little more prominent as she blushes. Huh… that’s new. 

But he waves a hand with a smile, “And that’s the favor - a kind Traveler helping me back to civilization so I don’t have to lay in the dirt out here recovering.” And maybe he gets to savor the feeling of leaning on her, his arm hitched around Lumine’s shoulders for support as he hobbles back to town. That’s a perk she doesn’t need to know about, though.

Lumine’s cheek shifts with how she chews on it, and it takes a little too long for her to finally nod, then add on, “Just don’t go too far. Don’t hurt yourself.”

As if they both wouldn’t be leaving the area without injuries from one another. Nothing lethal, of course, but bruises, sprains, maybe a gash or two. And this time, his debilitating exhaustion whether he won or not. 

So, it begins. With the knowledge he’ll be growing even more powerful, Lumine doesn’t dare go all out. The casual nature of each fight’s beginning gives her time to be a little distracted, and Childe wouldn’t dare deny her something so simple as shifting just right, widening that window of skin until it’s from hip bone to belly button. 

Lumine’s pupils expand, Childe’s blood sings and it can’t be attributed to the battle. 

It would be so easy, he thinks, to just take her. Or to let her take him. Before Lumine, the total sum of people he’d ever thought about willingly debasing himself for was a resounding zero. Either lack of respect, lack of trust, lack of power. She has two out of three, but he’s sure with enough time the trust would happen. 

One, two, three heartbeats before the familiar stinging floods his muscle fibers, his veins, every strand of nerves. The world doesn’t change, but it feels different at such a new vantage point as he looks down at Lumine. And she looks up at him with those same exact eyes, wide open and filled with hunger that is no longer as subtle. 

Things in his mind change a little when he lets the Abyss co-pilot his body. Nothing so overt, but certain inhibitions are lowered, specific emotions are amplified to the point of being impossible to resist. Temptation lingers in front of Childe, and he’s a little rougher than necessary when he pins her to the ground with clawed hands. 

The sound of her grunt of pain sounds warbled and is nearly lost against the rushing of blood in his ears. Lumine is so small now, growing fragile in the few moments it took him to shed one form and slip into another. There’s no fear in her eyes as she stares at the single-eyed mask that hides the twisted visage beneath, her legs shifting together in an unmistakable sign of his victory. 

“Submit.” 

Words don’t come easy. Childe resolves to only spout the ones that matter; phrases meant to direct and demand. His palms press to her shoulders, sharp-tipped fingers digging into the dirt to avoid the easy slicing of skin and sinew. Lumine’s throat bobs, the movement painfully obvious before she nods mutely. 

Demureness doesn’t feel right when she wears it like this, but Childe supposes it comes with the territory of this kind of victory. The pressure of his hold lessens, a silent invitation for her to make some sort of move to leave if she wasn’t exactly where she wanted to be. 

And Lumine doesn’t move from beneath him, only spreads her thighs a little wider as if to invite him exactly where he wants to be. 

Hands like these can’t necessarily touch her how he wants to, and he’s forced to make do with what he can. A little shift of his knee, careful of sharp bits and pointy things, until she’s pressed against the thin fabric covering Childe’s thigh. And he can feel the heat; the warmth seeping through the layers from her to him. 

After a moment of stillness - because he’s exercising impossible levels of restraint and every moment is met with the instinct to hurt, harm, leave lasting marks that might never go away - Lumine’s wariness slips just enough for her to roll her hips a single time. That’s all she needs to realize that if Childe won’t be a little more swift with providing what she needs, then at the very least she can take it for herself. 

A thousand words want to escape, but with his jaw clamped tightly shut, all he can do is purr through grit teeth, “Good.” 

It could be that it feels good for him. Or that he’s impressed with her willingness to use him for what she wants. It could even be some sort of reassurance that despite the last time she saw him in this way, things are so very different this time around. 

Truthfully, it’s all of the above. 

Lumine freezes, golden eyelashes fluttering at the sensation she gives herself using Childe so easily. Her breath shakes with arousal, Childe’s rumbles quietly with anticipation - he doesn’t have to wait long. Palms pressed flat against the ground below, Lumine uses it as leverage to rock against his thigh once, twice, three more times until her trepidation has all but vanished. The sounds that leave the back of her throat are shameless in their volume. 

If he were more like himself - or less like himself, sometimes he isn’t sure anymore - he’d be grinning wildly and prodding her for answers to questions like, “Does that feel good?” or, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Instead, Childe watches with a single blue, gem-like eye as Lumine’s cheeks run pink and her eyelids fall halfway with each languid grind of her cunt against him. And each press put it in stark relief that the warmth through the layers is accompanied by a wetness telling of Lumine’s arousal, the depravity she’s indulging in by showing attraction rather than fear. 

Little puffs of air leave her parted lips, and he leans closer and examines the exact shade of pink, wondering if she’s just as pink elsewhere. Lifting one hand, relieving enough pressure that she could escape if she truly wanted to, Childe tugs and tugs at the straps of her halter top until she grows irritated enough to pull it open herself,  her chest spilling free and confirming the sick little suspicions in Childe’s head.

What he wouldn’t give to reach out and squeeze, pinch, roll until she’s breathless and whining beneath him, begging for more or pleading him to quit teasing. The best he can do to sate himself is press the heel of his palm to her breast and zero in on the sensation of her nipple hardening from just his touch alone. 

Lumine, suddenly so receptive and willing, arches into him and stammers out the single-syllable of his name in some form of elation before it melts into a quiet moan signaling her release. It’s nothing groundbreaking or earth-shattering, not with how dull the stimulation must have been through so many layers, but Childe could give her so much more if she wanted it. 

Surely she must - that can’t have been enough for her. The lack of exertion makes it so that he can stay like this longer, and if Lumine were willing enough to continue just… using him…

Childe pushes off of her, falling onto his backside and giving her a pleading expression that he knows full well she can’t see under the mask of his transformation. Perhaps it’s better that she can’t - it would likely only serve to scare her away, if the prominent bulge of his cock straining beneath the fabric of his belt wasn’t intimidating enough. 

Lumine props on her elbows. She watches him, bare chest rising and falling as she looks first at his mask, then his chest, then to his lap which he has made so very inviting. Sitting up more, she hesitates as if to make sure she isn’t misreading a situation that is so very obvious, then crawls closer. Childe thinks she looks rather pretty on her hands and knees, dirt staining her dress, her boots, the palms of her hands and pads of her fingers that reach beneath her skirt to pull away shorts and underwear that have been soaked through. 

Childe can be merciful, when he wants to be. And he desperately wants, right now. Hooking clawed thumbs into hidden fastenings, he tugs himself free of constraining fabric until Lumine pauses, eyes widening with a sudden hesitation at what she was so sure she could handle. 

“Come here.” The two words grate from his throat as he reaches out for her, part encouragement and part impatience. Bravery has always been a hallmark of hers, so what use is it for her to balk now when this battle is far easier than any she’s taken on so far? 

Lumine ignores his hand, swallowing hard before crawling forward further. Her dirtied hands curl around his shins, then hook around the sharp protrusions of his boots as she crawls into his lap. Those same small hands lay against his chest as she steadies herself, hovering over his cock but not quite touching. As before, it would be so easy to just grab her and pull her down, to impale her on his length and take what he’s been unable to stop yearning for. 

But he doesn’t. Transformed or not, Childe isn’t nearly so callous as to go faster than Lumine can handle. Though, she certainly can handle him when he’s this way, it simply needs to be at her pace - or he’ll never find himself in this sort of situation ever again. 

With one hand - it’s shaking - Lumine reaches down to wrap her fingers around him, giving a single experimental stroke as if to remind her of the inhuman size. As if she needed some sort of refresher when she needs to crane her neck to look up at his masked face. Then, holding him steady at the base, she lines up and lowers just a little, just enough to take his tip inside of a cunt not quite meant to take someone of his size. 

Lumine pauses, a whimper falling from her lips that mingles with the quiet relieved groan of his own. Even if this is all she could handle, it would be something he’d be appreciative of - she’s so warm, impossibly tight around him as she works a little more inside, bit by bit. 

Childe’s head cocks to the side, a silent question, and Lumine answers with fervent enthusiasm, “I’m taking it all. Be patient.”

As if he were the one starting to move faster, be louder, breathe so quickly that it borders on hysteria. Childe is as a statue, not even trembling despite the monumental effort it takes to keep from just gripping her hips and pulling her the rest of the way. It’s her own determination that keeps him in check - one way or another, she’ll get there. 

And she does. It’s agonizingly slow, but Lumine settles firm in his lap, forehead pressed against his chest. If she were to simply stay like this - stuffed full of his cock and keeping it warm - Childe would chalk that up to a victory and be able to die a happy man. But then she moves, leaning back a little, the walls of her pussy shifting against his length with a vice-like tension, and Childe greedily wants more. 

But his voice won’t form words - only a low rumble and a wheezing sigh. Careful of sharp-tipped fingers, he lifts his hand to rest his palm against one of her bare thighs, so small beneath his hand as he curls sharp fingers around it. Lumine makes her first real movement; a lift up before a tentative lowering. Childe’s vision swims, and the only coherent thought he can grasp in that split-second is the sensation of her thigh muscles trembling in his hand. 

He thought her stillness would have been enough, but the line has been pushed back a little more. Surely this would be enough, this tentative motion of riding his cock in centimeter segments that grow longer and longer in distance. 

Through a single blue eye, Lumine looks beautiful as she falls apart. 

Any poise she’s held in the light of day is long gone in the murky dim light as she braces her hands on his knees that help hold her upright, fingertips bleeding bone-white as she grasps at him in a mixture of pleasure and pain with unclear ratios. But if it’s not enough for her to want to stop, then who is he to decide which amounts are best? 

All Childe can do is watch as Lumine grows feverish and desperate, moving faster, fucking herself with his cock until she cries out in a way that’s eerily similar to what she sounds like when she’s in a short burst of agony. As she tenses to the point of shivering around him, Childe digs through his memories for any time he’s heard that sound in battle, then files them away to be repurposed in the event that Lumine has no further interest in taking him again. 

The line moves again. It’s enough that she cums, that she soaks his lap with her arousal as she gets what she swore she wanted. Childe stares and stares, committing it to memory even as the world shifts, as Lumine isn’t quite as small as she’d been moments before. His vision goes double before he realizes that one eye has become two, that Lumine’s breathless whines sound relieved as he gets a little smaller in turn. 

It’s easier to slide his arms around her, to cradle her in his lap as he kisses her with little care for the dazed expression she gives him. Lumine’s passivity lasts for but a moment, before she shows surprising strength in the grip she establishes on his sweaty hair. 

In the span of that single kiss, Childe almost forgets entirely that his entire body is screaming in agony. Lumine is like a balm, and only when she pulls away do his hands start to tremble and he struggles to extend an arm behind himself to simply stay upright. 

“I could kill you right now.” Lumine teases, and to most that would have horrifying connotations, but Childe thinks it’s the most romantic thing he’s ever heard. 

His head lazily rolls to the side in a mockery of curious expression, “What’s stopping you?”

“Sore.” Lumine says shortly, but amends it with a clarification of why she bothered to establish such a power dynamic after nearly fucking herself to pieces with his body. Is it some kind of sacrilege to have sex when he’s more abyss than man? Maybe something to bring up when he sees Skirk next, he thinks. His thoughts are interrupted by Lumine asking, “Technically that means I win. Because I could kill you. Checkmate and all that.”

“I could have killed you while you were busy-”

“But you didn’t say it, you didn’t claim it, so that can’t be counted.”

“That’s not-” Childe pauses for a moment. His cock is still inside her, her hair is matted with sweat, her cheeks flushed. Somewhere behind her, her underwear lays forgotten in the grass. There’s dirt under her nails. “Fine. You can have this one.”

Despite her victorious smile, the squeeze of her hands on his knees, Childe’s pretty sure this is, at best, a draw.

#mind the a/n for content tags #chilumi #childe x lumine #tartaglia x lumine #childe/lumine #tartaglia/lumine #genshin impact #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #one shot #nsft #childe #tartaglia #lumine #childe genshin #tartaglia genshin #lumine genshin #genshin

[chou-de-chambers]

Playing with Fire

Content Rating: Explicit Tags: Chamber x Reader, Chamber x You, truth or dare, flirty gn!reader, Jett is a lowkey matchmaker, semi-public sex, necktie as mouth gag, quickie (?), no beta we die like cinematic Cypher (RIOT STOP NOW) (This story happened at the same time as Change of Heart, and is the alternate for Chamber simps out there!) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! A/N: This was my first anonymous request! I couldn't find their ask anymore so I can't answer it but I do hope you come across this. I am also sorry if I took so long. Writer's block and university things got in the way :(((

Jett's mischief was at an all time high last night. First, she held Yoru and his ex hostage through 7 Minutes in Heaven, pissing the riftwalker off then forcing Chamber in his place as soon as he decided to end his stay. "Come on, we really need one more for the next game," Jett beckoned. The French gentleman- coincidentally there to ask you all to tone down the music's volume- had never been a fan of rowdy parties the younger agents hosted. He preferred formal gatherings with champagne and jazz music soothing from acoustics and percussion keys. Little did you know that he was only blessed with the patience to tolerate it from the sight of you and the vacant spot on the couch beside you. They all cheered, relieved that for once, the man chose not to be a party pooper. He refused to acknowledge them though as he set his attention towards you.

"I hope I'm not intruding, mon cheri," he mouthed softly so only both of you could hear.

You looked up at him, cheeks flushed from being drunk, as he sat down. You smiled impishly, nudging his arm with your shoulder, "Not at all. In fact, keep doing it."

And there you go again, flawlessly matching his demeanor. Truly a worthy rival to this silly game he had played with every agent in the protocol. Chamber seldom cared for others, unless it was an obligation or a condition in exchange of achieving what he wants. But if he were to name favorites, you were definitely on top of his small list. And because you were his favorite, he permitted you to do things that he didn't allow others to do, like laying your hand on his custom design guns and getting this close to him, shoulders rubbing on each other. For the latter part though, often times it was him trimming the distance to a friendly extent. Almost like you two were buddies. Too bad it paused at "almost", having bonded in Vulture rides during missions, inside the HQ's workshop, and inside the meeting room. Besides those instances, there was nothing. Not even personal messaging to seal the deal- just good work acquaintances. These short interactions were enough to satisfy both of you, until Jett forced everybody to play the Truth or Dare game.

Jett was down to a white sports bra after having been dared by Neon to strip one large article of clothing. She had a habit of messing with others but couldn't handle the same pressure. Quite an ego she possessed, to the point that she'd rather risk social embarassment than exposing her inner desires through a Truth question. She huffed, eager to exact revenge, "My turn. And there will be no mercy, you little shits."

She aggressively pointed right at you, given that the rule of your game was to pass the turn to the person in your front left. There were ooh's in the small crowd, their eyes wide from anticipation. Chamber also let out a light huff, equally excited to see how you're gonna approach the challenge. You appeared tough, crossing your arms and winking at the marksman, "Child's play, if you ask me."

"Oh yeah?" Jett drawled from your overheard comment, arms crossed in an attempt to display superiority over you.

You mimicked the wind Radiant, alcohol raising your confidence to contest her, "Yeah. Dare."

Almost everyone in the circle were on the edges of their seat from Jett's challenge being accepted. They were mumbling to each other, guessing what dare Jett might've thought of, with the exception of Chamber debating on whether to drink the beer Killjoy lended him and Reyna smirking right at you. Your eyes trailed towards the Mexican woman, threatened by her gaze that meant something. Like she knew how things would end up for poor little you.

Jett abruptly stood from the floor, body swaying from being as drunk as the others, then triumphantly puts a hand on her hip, "I dare you to make out with the person to your left."

Chamber, who had just began to take a sip off the disgusting booze, almost spat his drink. The rest were giggling; what a sight it was to see the sentinel finally lose his precious composure. " Ay corazon," you heard Reyna mutter, her eyes glinting in excitement from what's about to go down. Your chest thrummed from the thought of your lips on his. And out in public? Your legs wobbled. The professional relationship you persevered to keep with him was now on the verge of collapsing into debris. This was different from the witty comebacks you've been making towards his flirtatious approach, because making out with him would be like dumping gasoline to an open flame.

"Come on, we don't have all night," Jett complained, shaking you back to your senses, "Unless you're gonna chicken out."

You swiftly downed your beer to the very last drop.

"Monsieur?"

And before Chamber was given a chance to brace himself, your hand already laid on his chest, pushing him to lean on the couch. You straddled him with one leg as your other hand fled to his warm, chiseled jawline. The gentleman always had his ways to play with everyone's heartstrings, but this time you were undeniably tugging his. Your eyes were half-lidded, tearing through his soul, while he decrypted whether those were heated with passion or alcohol.

"Do I have your consent?" you murmured as he inhaled the stench of beer seeping through your lips.

Slowly, his face inched towards yours, so you closed the gap and pressed your lips on his. The audience was impressed. Some of them even had their phones out to take pictures or record videos of this exchange between you and Chamber. The flashes from their phones would've bothered you, but his taste was intoxicating. Who would've thought that the most dubious agent in the protocol would be this delicious? Chamber's eyes slowly closed to relish on this feeling of you on top of him. His hands were itching to grab you by your hips and sit you on his lap if it weren't for the people around you. Your tongue invaded his mouth, which he gladly returned with a dance of his. He was definitely enjoying this.

As soon as you felt his gloved hands on your waist, you pulled away, face flustered as you wiped your lips with your arm. Phoenix whistled, fanning himself with a hand, "Sheesh fam, the room just got hotter. And I swear that wasn't me."

"You sure you guys aren't dating?" Raze joked, making Killjoy giggle.

"Are we?" you acted unfazed, crossing your legs and looking over at Chamber fixing his necktie. He only smirked back. Charmingly though, so your eyes quickly avoided this bait of wanting to kiss him again and looked straight at the embarrassed Jett, "So, my turn now?"

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes.

Change was predestined after that silly game. Neither of you expected the attempt you did to cross the imaginary line separating both of you. It kindled fire as lit as hell, completely burning any sense of focus from your daily tasks to ashes. Sure, your greetings and banters were still exchanged, but the more days passed, the more these little interactions devolved to a chore, inducing fear that a fuse might just explode right then and there. It was as painful to keep yet might be too irresistible once released. There's also this assumption that your feelings for each other might be mutual, but what if it wasn't? What if at the end of the day, it really was just a game? A potential waste of feelings. Potential waste of passion. A risk for a man of commitment- once Chamber started it, backing down is impossible. And you're scared that it might just be a delusion born of temptation. Besides, your flirting was your effective facade to hide your loneliness.

The workshop this evening was more tense than before, what with despair clawing its way out, obvious from the way you stole glances from each other when the other one's not looking. Raze and Killjoy, despite existing in the background, weren't dumb to notice these telltale signs of affection for one another. They knew, of course. They've been there before.

"Oi amigo," Raze called at you. You took off your goggles to better see the duelist. She beckoned with a nod, "Come over here."

Killjoy's peripheral vision was at Chamber's, noting how his head subtly turned to steal yet another sight of you. Too obvious, the German engineer thought.

Raze handed you a screwdriver, one with a black handle and a familiar gold insignia on it, "Can you hand this over to Chamber? Forgot to return it to him."

"Can't do it yourself?"

"Nah," she shook her head, "My shift here's done! Gonna go grab some snacks."

Killjoy abruptly stood, "Can I come?"

Before you were able to object, the two women already bolted out of the room with hands held. You sighed. They're doing this on purpose.

With a hint of hesitation, you stepped towards Chamber's area, his head almost kissing the blueprints laid on his station. A busy man he was, but like usual, he appeared more attractive when he's focused like that. You gently knocked on his desk to catch his attention, not knowing that he was already hyperaware of you, "Hey."

He looked up, straightening his back on his chair then eyeing the screwdriver you were holding.

"Raze told me to give this to you. I'm guessing she borrowed this without asking for your permission?"

He chuckled, "Précisément. You are very familiar with her behavior. Must be used to it."

"She's fine," you half-smiled with a shrug. His hand reached to take the screwdriver from your palm. You felt a tingle from how his fingertips lingered a bit on your skin. You shook it off, acting as casual as you can, "Don't wanna join them?"

"No reason for me to do so," he responded, resting his chin on top of his intertwined fingers as his eyes remained on you, "Besides, your presence here's enough to satisfy me."

"Oh yeah? Am I looking like a snack, monsieur?"

He simply chuckled, bringing his attention back to his blueprints. Deep inside, there was a strong urge to curse. The way you kept calling him monsieur was a threat to his cool. This opportunity, too. He had been wanting to dive beyond the surface of last time's occurence. You had always been the only one who flirted back that provoked something in him. And it was never annoyance nor envy. He loves how you managed to turn on a switch in him, twirling him around your fingers from every response you've reciprocated towards him. To Chamber, you were this appealing distraction against the heavy load of his goals, and at this given moment, he was more than willing to keep this little game running.

You walked back to your station, stretching your arms with a moan, perking up Chamber's ears. God, you really were testing him.

"Loosen yourself a lil' bit. Can't waste all of that good looks in one stressful evening, y'know," you advised with a tease in your voice.

Unfortunately for you, he took this seriously. He set his gloves aside and approached you. Chamber spun your chair to face him, your chin being lifted by his finger and his silhouette taking over you.

"I would give it a try if it wasn't for your teasing, mon cheri."

The ticking bomb had reached its end. His eyes were dimmed by lust and his patience had clearly run dry.

"So the game isn't over yet, huh?" you whispered as your hand traced the colorful swirls on his necktie.

Chamber smirked, marvelling at your lips while his thumb caressed your lower lip. Your breath hitched from his touch yet you refused to back down, now pulling him closer to you through his tie, "What'll it be then? Truth or dare?"

"Dare," the marksman groaned.

"I dare you to be honest with me, monsieur."

A deep chuckle vibrated from his throat as he hauled your chair towards his corner station. Chamber sat on his luxurious furniture, lifting you towards his lap then kicking your chair away, ridding you of escape. Not like you had any intentions to do so- his lap was the far better option. You both relished on each other's breathing, foreheads touching and lips just a few centimetres away from taking over each other. Fuck, he even smelled as handsome as he looks.

Heavy thuds from the corridor caught your attention. You weren't in a private quarter after all. You turned your head towards the door. "Chamber, someone might-"

"Hush," he placed a finger on your lips. His hand braced on your hip- awfully close to the curve of your ass- then his chair hovered towards the door. He hurriedly flicked the lock on and pushed both of you back to his quiet retreat with a boot, "Let us stop pretending, mon amor. No turning back now."

At long last, his soft lips reunited with yours. You could feel yourself instantly melting from this contact- even whimpering from how his hands traveled through the tracks of your spine then his palms spread to the shape of your hips. The marksman was more than eager to kiss you, refusing to let you go and forcing his mouth on yours whenever you attempt to catch a breather. His need for you was no denying, and your mind was empty to even decide on how to equally return what he was giving you. You simply settled by grinding your hips on his as you clutch his shirt's collar.

He gasped a moan from how you rubbed yourself on his hard-on. Chamber did not admit to being a masochist, but this agony was far too pleasing. He'd whip out his erection and rail you right then and there, but he'd endure just a little more to at least get a taste. After flooding you with kisses, his hands departed from your sides to the inside of your top, cupping your chest. His hands felt rough on your soft skin, but the way he fondled your breasts and flicked through your hardened nipples was like handling something delicate. You wanted to moan loudly, but even with the door locked, privacy wasn't guaranteed. The only thing you managed to do was suck onto Chamber's neck, hard enough to leave a hickey. Lucky for you he didn't fight back; his head even leaned to the side so you could better mark the base of his neck.

Sealing it with a sultry kiss, you admired the work of art you left on his skin, a pulsing purple on top of his golden radianite tattoo. Chamber's foggy eyeglasses rested unevenly on the bridge of his nose as he admired the passionate glimmer in your eyes. You responded by cupping his cheeks with your bare hands, staring him down then fixing his specs, "See? It isn't so hard to relax, yeah?"

The thudding outside became louder than before, the echoing of footsteps getting closer to the workshop heated with lust. You pulled yourself off of him with your hands on his shoulders, "That was a good time, monsieur. Maybe let's-"

You were abruptly cut off by Chamber capturing your body, locking you between his stretched arms as you were forced to sit on the edge of his desk. Your hands gripped the collars of his vest, anchoring yourself to avoid squashing his blueprints. The noise outside evolved to knocks on the steel door. You heard Neon's thick voice, "Hey KJ, you there? Why's this locked?"

Chamber grabbed your chin and brought your attention back to him, "I won't condone interruptions. The dare isn't done yet." And once again, your lips were laced onto each other. The exchange this time was much more fervid, with his hand raising and squeezing your right thigh so his clothed sex could grind yours. You let out little moans, aware that the agent outside might hear but couldn't help yourself.

The banging on the door persisted, "KJ hellooo? I just need to ask you something about my favor."

"Tsk." Chamber slipped off his vest, discarding it onto his chair's headrest. His hand made quick work to loosen his necktie and remove it, crumpling it into a ball and then stuffing it inside your mouth. "Quiet now. She won't be leaving any sooner."

A muffled hiss slipped out of your gagged mouth as your body was rotated to face his desk, your hands clawing onto its margin. His arms snaked around your waist, one hand digging to the inside of your pants to stroke your wet sex and the other ringing around your neck. Your saliva was staining his velvety silk tie, with a few excess trickling down your chin. Chamber affirmed he was doing a precise job driving you crazy when he felt wetness drip onto his choking hand. Of course, he wasn't left out- the tent of his pants was rubbing onto your ass. The restraint he established over you was making you roll your eyes from ecstasy, along with the thrill of being caught in action.

Once he felt that you were slick enough from the juices that stained his hand, he pulled down your pants, flipping you to lie on his desk with your horny expression visible to his feral eyes. "To damn with these blueprints, mon coeur. I want to fuck you right here."

The only response you managed was the flutter of your lashes while he unbuttoned his pants, exposing his sexy V-line and hard cock. He was long and big, enough to make you question whether he'd fit in your hole or not, but if only you could talk, you'd taunt him to drill it into you without second thoughts.

Chamber grunted as he entered your hungry hole. You felt your soul leave your body when he started moving, pain and pleasure mixing as his length molded your insides. Your body slid up and down the tabletop the more he kept his pace, so his hands buckled your hips for you to stay still and for him to better savor your walls massaging his dick, "You feel so good, I cannot stop."

You violently shook your head to tell him to keep going as you raised your arms to clutch the desk's frame that's at the same level as your head. You wouldn't want him to stop, either; you wanted him to use you to his desire's content. The message was successfully relayed, his hips pounding you more with your skins slapping onto each other. There were another set of knocks on the door, this time with Neon yelling for Killjoy's name. Before your head shifted to the intruder's direction, Chamber swiftly grabbed your cheeks with one strong hand and brought you back to him, "Behave and keep your eyes on me."

Your insides became wetter from his assertion. He never missed in feeding your sexual appetite, so it's only fair to return the favor by making him even weaker to your presence. Your one hand raised your shirt to expose and tease your nipple, showcasing how delectable you were in front of him as your other hand stretched your entrance even more for his cock's better access. Chamber bit his lower lip and loosened his shirt's first two buttons, struggling to maintain his dominance from how you tempted him with your body. Even in the midst of intercourse, you still contested him, and it was turning him on much more.

His desk creaked, like it was close to collapsing from how intense he rocked your body. Your head was falling onto the opposite edge of his desk, and you were getting dizzier from the blood rising. You didn't mind it though since the marksman compensated by smothering your legs that rested on top of his shoulders with the rightful loving they deserve.

Neon had given up from pursuing entry, "I'll come back later, I guess." Her footsteps were fading away from the room, marking this your chance to be free from the gag he forced onto your mouth. Your chest heaved from the sharp inhales you did, but Chamber rid you of a well-deserved break when he let you go and whirled your body once again to lay your stomach on the surface. Without warning, his dick invaded your swollen hole, penetrating you deeper than before. "Fuck, Chamber," you mouthed with a sting as you felt his entirety even better in this position.

"I'm close, so you better keep still and be good," he grunted as his hips smacked yours. You smirked, speaking in between muted moans, "If I weren't good... then you wouldn't even get this close to cumming, monsieur."

"Mon Dieu," was the last comprehensible phrase he uttered before the room was fogged by the unison of your erotic noises. You covered your mouth with both hands as you came, legs quivering and arms shuddering from the pulsating wave of orgasm. Chamber followed, decorating your back with warm strings of his semen. He sighed heavily, admiring the work of art he left on your body that he finally claimed for his own. Kisses peppered your shoulders before you heard the zip of his pants and the clack of his heels as he approached the nearby sink for a clean sheet of tissue. He was sweet for wiping your back with such gentleness and care- even helping you put on your underwear and pants again.

"I'm sorry for your blueprints," you said with a hand on his cheek once you faced towards him.

He leaned to your touch, kissing the base of your palm, "It's fine. Help me fix them, hm? That way, I get to spend more time with you and know you even better."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

#valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant smut #valorant x reader #valorant chamber #chamber valorant #chamber #chamber x reader #chamber x you #vincent fabron #vincent fabron x you #choudechambers writing #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #sorry im late

[a-queer-seminarian]

An ebook I've had on hold for weeks finally came in yesterday, the third Sunday of Advent, which centers Joy. As the book is titled Inciting Joy, I found this quite fitting — but I also thought to myself, “Do I really want to read a book about joy right now, given the state of the world and especially the ongoing genocide in Gaza?"

Well, I figured, I’ll give the book a try anyhow. And it turns out that Ross Gay opens Inciting Joy with an answer to my exact concern! He describes how a professor once asked him that very thing: “How do you write about joy in the face of…*gestures broadly*.”

The issue, Gay says, is that we consider joy and “all this” to be opposites, when in reality joy must be allowed to break bread with pain — and here I'll let video me continue:

[Captions for the video:

'Well the issue, Ross Gay says, is that we consider “all of this” and joy to be opposites, with joy in some lofty, cozy room high, and heartbreak locked away in a basement corner — when actually, he says, they are “fundamentally entangled" — and here I’m going to read an excerpt from the book:

“...Or even more to the point, what if joy is not only entangled with pain, or suffering, or sorrow, but is also what emerges from how we care for each other through those things? What if joy, instead of refuge or relief from heartbreak, is what effloresces from us as we help each other carry our heartbreaks? Which is to say, what if joy needs sorrow...for its existence? If it sounds like I’m advocating for sorrow, nope. ...But what I am advocating, and adamantly so, is that rather than quarantining ourselves or running from sorrow, rather than warring with sorrow, we lay down our swords and invite sorrow in. I’m suggesting we make sorrow some tea from the lemon balm in the garden. We let sorrow wash up and take some of our clothes. We give sorrow our dad’s slippers that we’ve hung on to for fifteen years for just this occasion. And we drape our murdered buddy’s scarf, still smelling of nag champa, over sorrow’s shoulders, to warm them up some. We wedge some wood in the fire. As we’re refilling their tea we notice sorrow is drinking from a mug given to us by someone we’ve hurt. We ask sorrow about themselves, and we scooch closer to hear. We eventually decide to invite a small group of friends over for a potluck, because we want sorrow to meet them...."

And, as Ross Gay continues, eventually you and sorrow end up shrugging and inviting anyone who has any sorrow, which is to say, everyone. And everyone brings a little to share, and everyone introduces their sorrow to other people’s sorrows, and there's storytelling and supportive hands and laughing until you sob. 

And that, Ross Gay says, is joy. It’s that thing that emerges from “our common sorrow — which does not,” he’s quick to add, “mean we have the same sorrows, but that we, in common, sorrow.” And when we learn to sorrow together like that, we learn to love together, too. Solidarity is born.' / end of video.]

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There’s a worship service some churches hold this time of year to make space for "common sorrow" in the midst of Christmas’s consumerist frenzy. It’s typically held on December 21, the winter solstice, and thus called the service of the Longest Night — or sometimes it’s called Blue Christmas.

It’s a chance to lament, to sit with grief a while, in community. Look up churches around you and see if any hold such a service; or create such a space for yourself at home. Take the time to sorrow in common — with loved ones, with Jews and Muslims facing rising hate, with our Palestinian siblings facing genocide. 

That’s what joy is — not locking pain away, but letting it sit, and speak, and break bread with laughter. And that, Ross Gay says, is why joy is a tool of survival, the parent of solidarity, in times like these.

#ross gay #inciting joy #advent 2023 #gaudete sunday #christians for palestine #tiktok #video #log #advent #winter 2023 #blue christmas

[skulls-soul]

Do you ever get into a wu oh SpaghettiOs situation and now you decide to write smut/suggestive stuff to distract you from it. Yea?! Oh well shit….sorry about that buddy….

ANYWAY here’s some suggestive Luigi and king boo because

C/W

This is mainly about the concept of marking and riling up your partner, only to leave them before the real stuff even starts

also there’s a slight bit of blood you guys have been warned

Patience is a game that he’s never been good at

But when it comes to your pray, being vulnerable and in the right spot, then he’s willing to wait

Especially when they pray, has been having a little bit too much fun  showing his affection by the mouth full without giving the poor boo king a chance to recuperate

Well… that just won’t do

 So here the king of boo’s sat, patiently waiting for his lover who was currently getting ready to rejuvenate himself with a shower. He’s been thinking about the perfect revenge nonstop since Luigi’s last stunt. Having his partner lazily kiss him from his lips along his jaw, and down to the nape of his neck was mind melting especially since his darling Beloved has been busy recently. leaving early, coming back late all because of that stupid mushroom kingdom that he cares for so much

Usually he would just destroy what ever is keeping him from what he wants, but it would upset his lover. not to mention his best friend princess peach, and frankly he would like to avoid that terrifying woman when mad. So he had to change his plan which involved the ever so dreadful waiting game. You see if Luigi is going to do nothing but give him kisses of longing and desire then he is going to do the exact same.

So on the night when Luigi is supposed to take the next day to rest and to do other responsibilities, king boo decided to wait for when his canvas is the most blank. Right before Luigi showers he wanders around in nothing but a robe and boxers on nights like these.

Soft padded footsteps can be heard from the hallway leading to their shared bedroom original heard towards the direction of the laundry room meaning that his victim should be ready. before disappearing from human sight, king boo checks his reflection, one last time fixing his lipstick that he placed on earlier. As Luigi steps in, he takes a curious glance around the room before calling out to his lover. “Boo?” At His words the ghostly king appears directly behind him before spinning the plumber around to face towards him.

“Hello gorgeous, don’t you look ~ravishing~”

“Pfft you say that like if you haven’t seen me in this before”  Luigi says avoiding his partners gaze as he tries to hide the growing hue on his cheeks

“ it’s true that what your wearing is nothing new, but still” after leaning in directly next to Luigi’s ear, king boo continues “ that doesn’t mean I don’t want a taste”  he says  before lifting his lover’s chin up, placing a passionately hungry kiss on his lips. This first kiss is very important. It must be mind Boggling, should leave his head spinning and his brain melting, it should leave him so breathless that his thoughts would be scattered all over the place and making it hard for him to collect himself as king boo moves on to the second step.

Speaking of, king boo pulls back, dragging his tongue along with him. Luigi takes a deep breath of air as he tries his best to form a  question.

Perfect king boo thinks to himself, as a mischievous grin appears on his face. “What’s the matter weegee? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Boo cackles as he takes a step back, spinning around luigi mimicking a predator, circling their prey before pressing the plumber’s back against his stomach as he begins to shower him with slow and gentle kisses, starting at the line of his jaw down to his  collarbone making sure to keep it all on the plumbers left side. As he continues to kiss on his left shoulder down to his wrist and just to be sure his love stays in a mind numbing state a hicky here and there the purple lipstick mixed with the puffy red marks, had king boo licking his lips as he lazily thought to himself on what to do or where to go next

he just needs to mark his dear humans lower half and with the lip stick is fading his main marking technique will need to shift

With one fell swoop luigi was lifted of the floor and placed on the desk that resided in the corner of the room, usually used for king boo to be able to work nearby his partner, although now it’s currently being used so that way he could work on his partner. “B-boo what has gotten into y-you?” Luigi stutters finally getting a few words out, being suddenly lifted into the air helped him to find his voice.

“Nothing dear just paying you back for all of the needy kisses you have given me this week” king boo says as he looms over luigi, gently moving his robe out of his way. “N-needy?? Pfft whaat? I-I don’t know what your talking abOUT!” Luigi losses control over his pitch as king boo gently sinks his teeth into his shoulder once he retracts his teeth and places what feels like hundreds of tiny kisses

Luigi raps in arm around king boo, giggling from the tickling sensation. “Now you relax I still have skin to tint” king boo says in a low sultry voice. He places a hand right behind Luigi’s knee making it so his leg is bent in the air “t-tint?” Luigi said right before he keens when king Boo once again bites down on his skin yet this time on his Inner thigh making him bend backwards at the sensation. The bite went deeper then the last, crimson warmth tingles the boo’s tongue cousing the king to lap his tongue over the wound before placing lingering kisses as small apology’s for the blood.

After some time king boos lipstick was no longer pigmented but by then Luigi’s left leg has been covered in kisses and love bites. With a huff of satisfaction he leans of of luigi helping him to get off the desk only for the plumber to slump to the ground. After his initial shock and worry subsided king Boo plops down next to his partner before pulling out his lipstick to re-apply it.

“Sense when did you have on lipstick?” Luigi said in what looks to be a daze

“Sense I made it my mission to cover you with love” king boo stated, with a small knowing grin. “Wait what” luigi shakingly gets up to head towards the bathroom mirror promptly finding all the marks along the left side of his body. Luigi looked at himself dumb founded before realizing something… “um…so……….how come your putting more on?” he asks pointlessly as he already knew the answer. It is clear to see the separation between his left and right side, and it was only a matter of time that his right will match his left.

In the same moment King boo grins widens Luigi makes his escape almost getting past the bed yet king boo caught his arm making Luigi abruptly stop in place. King boo makes quick work of Luigi’s arm and as the moment of stunned silence makes way to a fit of giggles luigi try’s his best to plead. “Boo please wahahah I hehe I learned my lesson heehee I’ll stop being a tease!”

“Oh but my dear” king boo said as he gently leads Luigi towards the bed before pushing his back to it, once again, hovering on top of him. “ I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

“What do you me-“ Luigis words were cut off as his lover’s lips met his. Passion although be it a bit clumsy was poured into this kiss. The tongue in his mouth explored ravishingly making sure to steal every last bit of his breath.  once his lips were sadly free from the boo’s grasp, he painted heavily, trying to regain his composure.

But before he even got a chance to do so a warm, tingling sensation can be felt on the nape of his neck as blood rushes to the suction. Leaving his mind to be in this blissful fuzzy state. His breath hitches once he feels a familiar set of teeth sink into his chest. The stinging tingling joy that he gets from this is incomprehensible mainly because he doesn’t really know why he enjoys it so much, but that doesn’t matter, since his partner is more than willing to indulge him in this pleasure. After the boo laps his tongue around the area he heads south to continue painting Luigi in various marks, whether it be a lipstick mark, a hickey, or a bite luigi was preening in the attention.

After being covered

The warmth that was spreading around Luigi’s body spread to even the corners of his soul, something that only the ghoulish king can do. That warms stayed for a while, even after king boo had finished his attack and was now just gently rubbing Luigi’s thigh  once the warmth has set aside, and Luigi’s thoughts have cleared he heard king boos question, which felt like a rude awakening

“ shouldn’t you head into the shower? I’ll make some tea and get you some medicine for the pain.”

One last sickeningly sweet kiss was placed on the forehead before boo left the bedroom, leaving Luigi sat on the bed  wondering whether if it was possible to end the king of boo’s as love and pent up frustration settles in his bones

It was only when he heard a pair of heavy foot steps when he realized something rather important

He still needed to take a shower

Have some art cuz I’m cool like that 😎 (lies I actually do this before writing anything so technically, the writing is inspired off of this)

#luigi #luigi nintendo #luigi and king boo #luigi x king boo #king booigi #king boo and luigi #king boo x luigi #King boo #king boo/luigi #boouigi #booigi #Booigi fanart #king boo fanart #luigi fanart #luigi/king boo #have I gotten better at writing??? 👀 #or at least at writing #smut #king boo nintendo

[to-the-stars8]

Cuddle Buddies

Jason Todd x Reader Summary; Jason agrees to be your cuddle buddy after a hectic semester.

You sighed with great relief as you submitted your last paper for the semester and then shut your laptop before putting it on the coffee table. On your other side sat Jason, still scrolling through Tik Tok as he had been for the past hour, who barely noticed that you had finished. 

“Do you wanna order a pizza?” You asked, picking your phone up. 

Jason hummed before shutting off his phone. “Yeah. Get pepperoni. And some of that really good cheesy bread.”

“You’re paying, I hope you know that,” You said. 

Jason stretched with a loud, annoying groan, before relaxing next to you. “Are you saying that because my dad’s a billionaire?”

“Oh, absolutely.” You flicked his forehead as you got up to call the pizza place. 

Jason could see the stress still tense in your muscles as you paced back and forth, reciting the order he had given you. For the past week, you had been drowning with presentations and papers that all seemed to be due at the exact same time. Jason knew it too well with how much you had been busy with work as he had walked in on you several times writing a paper while in the middle of a breakdown. When you threw your phone onto the table again, you dropped onto the couch next to Jason. 

When you didn’t say anything, he did. “You okay?”

There was a moment before you said something. “Jason, can I ask you a favour?”

“Of course.”

“Would it be weird to ask you, my best friend, to cuddle me?” You asked so lightly that, even in the silence of the room, it was hard to hear you. “I just need someone to hold.”

Jason was taken aback for a second but got what you meant. He’d felt the need to hold someone, to just have that assurance of trust and love. He could do that for you, and he would as soon as his heart stopped beating so hard in his chest. 

“It wouldn’t and I’d love to cuddle with you,” He said. 

Jason moved himself to lie comfortably on your couch, before patting the space in front of him. Hesitantly, you moved next to him to the point his body encased yours. He felt warm and was just what you needed. Of all the things Jason made you feel, he always made you feel safe. A gentle hand on your back, around your shoulders—All of it made you feel like nothing could touch you. As he wrapped an arm around you, you knew the stress from school couldn’t get to you. 

“You comfortable?” He asked. 

You smiled, closing your eyes to feel his chest move as he breathed against your back, before answering, “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Of course,” He gave you a squeeze. “Just know, once the pizza comes I’m definitely letting you go.”

You giggled and agreed that’s when the two of you would let go. You wouldn’t like it, but you were sure that you could get him to be your cuddle buddy again. You know, to keep the stress away.

#jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd fic #jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd my beloved #jason todd fluff #batfam #red hood fanfic #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood fanfiction #red hood

[taesenigma]

fix you | p.jm (pt. 1)

pairing : rich player!jimin x poor abused!reader (not by m. lead)

genre : strangers to friends to strangers to lovers, lovers au, angst, smut

trigger warnings : daddy issues, non-con (sometimes) bullying by m. lead

summary : does love last? can it be turned into hatred? can it be something so precious that you regret letting go of it? can you fix it?

-> 01 | 02 | 03 | Epilogue

m.list

winter 2013 : freshmen year

you sat on the bleachers, swinging your legs as you doodled in your sketchbook. you weren't bothered by the lack of company on an especially cold winter day. after all, you had your favourite company - your sketchbook and music. what else did you need? "hey, is this seat taken?", a boy about your age asked of you while you merely shrugged in response and scooted far away when he sat too close for comfort. you paid him no attention as you continued sketching some mindless art for which you'd definitely receive no appreciation from your parents. but who gives a fuck about what they want!? "want one?", the boy asked you as he pointed at a pack of cigarettes. "thanks.", you said as you tucked it inside your coat pocket and resumed doodling. you decided that it would serve the purpose on the sculpture you were carving to submit at the exhibition. "aren't you gonna take a swig?", the boy asked as he looked at you with an inquisitive gaze. "i don't smoke." "too bad. or else we could've been smoking buddies." "i am suddenly glad that i don't smoke.", you said as you stopped doodling and sparing him a second glance, walked away to find a semblance of tranquility away from his incessant questioning. "avoiding me isn't going to help you!", he yelled as he you kept walking.

spring 2014 : sophomore year

"i prefer this one over the others.", that same annoying guy butted into your shopping at the convenience store as you stood in front of a row of different types of ramen. "i don't remember asking for your opinion, boy." "damn, grandma! i've got a name!", he joked as he breached your personal space. "not interested. and our tastes clearly don't match.", you said as you picked whatever you needed and headed over to billing. "always the cold shoulder, huh? how long are you gonna pretend to not like me?" "i actually don't like you. you're not someone i'd hang out with, given a choice." "you don't mean that! everybody likes to hang out with me!" he clearly looked offended at your statement and that seemed to be a tiny victory in your heart, even though it was pretty insignificant to revel in. "that'll be ₩2500." you handed the cashier the exact change and left the annoying guy behind. lord only knows why he was so desperate. weirdo.

*****

you entered your home only to hear raised voices coming from the kitchen. you sigh as you proceed directly to the backyard. "serin!", you whisper-shouted as you tried to find your younger sister. "unnie....i'm here.", she whispered as she emerged from behind the bushes. "did they scare you again?" "appa is drunk again and eomma is mad because he lost his job today. i think she's going to leave tonight.", your sister confides in you as you hug her close. "i'll speak to eomma. for now, let's get to your dance class. everything will be fine once you return home.", you shushed her as you both quietly left the house. "do you think appa is a horrible person?", she asked you. "um....he is a person with a lot of problems and no solutions. he's a good person beneath all this." "then, why does he hate us so much? i heard him say how he wished we were boys instead of girls. do you think he meant it?" "that was just his anger speaking. he of course doesn't mean those words! you're his little princess, after all." "and you unnie? what are you to him?" serin's question took you by surprise. you couldn't remember a time when he referred to you as anything other than a mistake. "unnie?", serin's voice brought you back to reality. "sorry, serin-ah. i'll come pick you up later, okay? i love you!", you yelled after her as she proceeded behind the glass doors.

*****

you rushed towards the dance class location, trying not to let your injury hamper your progress. "darn it!", you cursed as you limped to the building, only find it under lock and key. you felt anxious as you looked around. "unnie!", your sister's voice reached your ears and you turned around to find your sister running towards you. "where were you!? i was so worried!" "some gang members had caught hold of her and were trying to exact your father's debts from her.", an annoying voice you'd recognize anywhere reached your ears. "and i suppose you were there along with them!", you flared up. "unnie, he rescued me. he's my hero! is he your boyfriend?", your sister asked inquisitively. your face turned red, the previous accusation fresh in your mind. "i....thank you. for helping my sister.", you said sheepishly. "no need. did you know, our siblings are friends. who would've thought.", he mused with you as his brother emerged from behind him. "jihoon is your brother!?" "yup. jihoon, say hi to noona." "its alright. he doesn't have to.", you say embarrassed as you tried to leave. "why don't you join us for ice-cream? the more the merrier!" "um....", you looked at your sister who looked eager. you finally relented as you all made your way towards the nearest store. it was going to be a long afternoon.

fall 2014 : sophomore year

"hold up, y/n!", jimin's voice reached out to you as he slung his arm around you. "hands off, player.", you said as you walked ahead to your locker. "have lunch at the cool table today? my hyung's are dying to meet you." "no thanks. i'm good without the extra attention." "damn, you really hate the spotlight. what if i say i'll protect you?" "have no need of male protection.", you said as you walked away with an eye roll.

*****

"y/n, right?", a cute brunette guy stopped you after class. "yes?" "i wanna get to know you better. sit at the cool table with me.", he asked but sounded more like an order. "not that type of girl." "do you even know what my type is?" you rolled your eyes as you tried to leave, but was blocked by a blonde dude this time. "why don't you quit your tough girl look and comply for once in your fucking life." "why don't you mind your own fucking business, asshole!?", you said as you pushed past him into the hallway. what weirdos! you decided that you'd knee them in the face next time you saw them.

*****

"bitch, get me more money!", your father shouted as he hit your mom in front of you and your sister. "eomma!", serin cried out as you tried to shield her from your father's anger. "fucking slut, sleep with anyone and get me some money! you!", he yelled at you as he dragged you by your hair and slammed you against the kitchen cabinet. "tell me where the money is! i know you know! i know it!", he said as he gripped your arm tightly. "appa, i don't know! we don't have any money! we gave you everything!", you said while you bit on your lower lip trying not to cry. "fucking bitch! slut! i saw you with a hot boy! he looked rich! ask him for money! get it anyway!", he yelled at you as he left the room in a huff as your sister ran towards you and hugged you. "eomma?", you both crawled towards her as she lifted her bloody face to look at you both. "y/n-ie, don't do anything stupid. i'm going to ask my boss for more money.", your mother said as tears streamed down her face.

*****

"y/n, what are you doing here?", jimin asked you as you stood in front of his apartment at 3 in the morning. "jimin, do you want to sleep with me?", you asked him bluntly, face devoid of emotion. "what the fuck, y/n! its three in the morning and you come to my apartment offering me sex!?" "the question is do you want to fuck me or not. and pay me for it. use me like you want to." "y/n, you're clearly not in your right mind. come in and sit. i'll make you some coffee." your sudden offer scared jimin. it was not untrue that he did not dream of ever sleeping with you. hell, that was the reason why he had approached you at first. he liked you. too much. and he wanted to make love to you, not fuck you like the other girls - devoid of any feelings for them. he made you coffee and offered you a dry shirt, shorts and a towel to get changed. he's got to admit to himself that you wearing his clothes was the hottest thing he had ever seen. they reached up to your knees and left a lot to the imagination. "um.....now, mind telling me what's going on?", he asked trying to push away the image of you underneath him. "its nothing. i just want money, i guess." "you don't need to sleep with me to get money. we're friends. i can always lend you some." "i am not some charity case, jimin! and we are definitely not friends! we look weird together! the rest of the school doesn't think we're friends! only you do!" "do you think we're friends?", he asked in a soft voice as he looked at you. "doesn't matter what i think." "it fucking does. its a simple question. do you think we're friends?" you shake your head, knowing that no matter how much you wanted to be jimin's friend, you did not exist in his world. "do you really mean that?" "i do.", you steeled your heart, trying not to show the pain on your face. jimin took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes. "so, just fuck me and give me money. that's all i want from you." "why should i? girls throw themselves at me, money or no money." "all but me. don't tell me you've never dreamt of sleeping with me. isn't that the very reason you approached me in the first place?" "y/n....you want money, right? what for?" "to spend it on mindless things, of course! its human nature to crave money. desire it." "the truth, y/n.", he said in a cold voice. you sigh as you look outside the window. "i need money for my dad. he's going to kill my mother, or else.", you admit in a small voice. jimin closes his eyes as he lets his feelings wash over him one last time. then, he pulled out a cheque and handed it to you. "take it. i don't want to sleep with you. we're no longer friends. i never want to see you again.", he said as he left the room and shut his bedroom door with a loud bang. tears streamed down your face as you picked up the cheque from the table and left the apartment. you felt cheap and dirty. but most importantly, you felt heartbroken. alone. you didn't know you'd miss the feeling of another person this much. you had no idea.

fall 2015 : junior year

last year, jimin had ignored you. he had completely iced you out and you had nobody but yourself to blame. "miss y/n, here's your schedule. have a good junior year ahead!", the receptionist said cheerfully as you headed to your homeroom. you realized once again how lonely you were. no friends to talk with, no people to share summer stories with and no one to invite you to parties. "may i sit here?", a soft voice asked you as you looked up to find a gorgeous girl staring at you. "um....just so you know this is the social pariah table.", you said. "don't mind! i'm a transfer student and my accent's gonna make me a pariah anyway.", she said as she plopped down on the chair beside you. "name's anastasia. what do they call you?" "apart from crazy, witch and stoned? y/n." "i like your sense of humour! we're gonna go well together!" "tell that after you've stayed here for a week or two. mingle with me and not even your transfer student card can save you here." "whatever. show me around school at lunch!", she said as she jumped away to whatever class she had next. you sighed as you picked up your bag. school sucked and you wanted out. "watch where you're going loser!", one of the guys from the football team shoulder bumped which led to you losing your balance and falling on your ass. you could hear camera shutters go off and you tried to get up from the ground quickly. "don't you guys have anything better to do?", jungkook, the captain, asked as he offered you his hand. "i'm fine.", you muttered as you gathered your bag and tried to leave but found your way blocked by someone. looking up, you saw jimin staring down at you while the rest of the boys stared you down. "excuse me.", you said as you tried to walk past him. "you were pretty rude back there. don't you think you owe my friend an apology?" "for what!? not accepting help when i clearly didn't need it!?", you burst out as you pushed past him, angry tears adorning your face. fuck him for having power to make you cry like this. its time you got over him and started living.

not a week later, anastasia dumped you for....let's just say cooler girls. high school sucks and so do rich wannabes. but it wasn't a huge difference from your usual. except the fact that jimin and his goons bothered you less frequently as the year progressed. perhaps they were finally bored of their childish acts. maybe you could finally take a breather for the time being.

[to be contd.]

#jimin #park jimim #jimin bts #bts jimin #park jimin bts #kpop angst #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #friends to lovers #daddy issues #abuse victim #smut ff

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

WRITING UPDATE ✍️✍️✍️

Hello! No new Muscle Memory chapter today (my apologies) but here is some of what I've been working on today!

Gonna keep updates here to keep myself accountable and for anyone who is interested to know what's up :)

A snippet from my latest chapter of Things We're All Too Young To Know:

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, buddy.” Buck promises, wiping a tear off Christopher’s cheek with his thumb. “Y-you did the exact right thing. You called me. You got help. That was so brave and so smart.”

Buck has a feeling that if Christopher had called a family member, this might have gone very differently for Eddie. 

Christopher sniffles. “Dad said if anything terrible ever happened, it’s your job to take care of me. So I thought…”

Buck’s heart stutters. Christopher knows. Christopher knows and he thought… He thought the same thing Buck had thought… And well, of course he did. Of course he’d been afraid that… Christopher knows better than either Buck or Eddie. He knows that parents die. 

Buck shifts so he can lean forward and hug Christopher. 

“It’s my job to take care of both of you, okay?” Buck says. “And I will. I-I always will.”

“Promise?”

Buck takes a moment to think before deciding on his next move. 

Then, carefully, he offers Christopher his pinkie. 

“I promise.”

A snippet from my upcoming chapter (chapter five) of Muscle Memory:

Being pulled over without a proper license or registration has made Buck hyper-aware of a lot more that could go wrong in his life right now. 

If he gets hurt in some freak accident - you know, like a lightning strike, tsunami, revenge bombing, or hell, even choking on a piece of bread - he probably doesn’t have health insurance. He literally can’t put himself in danger. Can’t put himself in harm’s way. Because he might, what, be thrown out from the hospital? Left to suffer and die? God, he hasn’t had to worry about this in  years. 

His passport is fucked. 

His gym membership pass is fucked. 

His library card is fucked.

Everything is fucked. 

And Bobby doesn’t care about him. 

And, finally, a snippet from my upcoming Whumptober probject:

“What are you doing up?” Is the first thing Eddie says the moment he walks through the door. 

Buck rises from his spot on the couch. 

“No, no,” Eddie snaps his fingers. “Sit.”

“Not a dog,” Buck says, crossing the room to get to him. “You okay?”

Eddie sighs. “My shoulder is killing me. Bothered the old wound. Otherwise, I’m good.”

Buck leans forward and kisses his forehead. Eddie wraps his arms around his waist, pulls him close, and sinks his forehead into Buck’s shoulder. 

“I hated it,” Buck whispers into his hair. “Watching you fall on the news. Not being there with you. I hated it.”

#muscle memory fic #whumptober #things we're all too young to know fic #daisies and briars whumptober #daisies and briars writes #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie 911 #911