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allylikethecat · 3 months

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January OTP Prompts

Fun fact: writing dialogue is my least favorite part of writing so I decided I wasn't going to include any in todays prompt fill. Thank you for following along on this journey with me! Enjoy!

25. Café on a snowy day

George shivered, pulling his jacket closer to his body as he fought his way through the crowded street. Snow was falling, sticking to his eyelashes and blurring his vision as he approached the cafe. New York City in January wasn’t necessarily George’s idea of a good time, but who was he to deny Matty the opportunity to write with Jack. Coincidentally Amber had been in New York at the same time, and George was more than happy to sneak out for a few hours that morning and catch up with his friend while Matty sequestered himself in the studio with Jack. He loved watching Matty work, and he enjoyed working with Jack for the most part, but he also knew himself well enough to know when he needed to take a step back and a break.

He had just returned to the hotel, ladened with shopping bags after an impromptu visit to a vintage thrift shop that Amber had discovered on a previous trip, when Matty had texted him, asking if he wanted to join him for tea at a cafe midway between the hotel and the studio. George had sighed. He didn’t really want to go back into the cold, especially now that he had reentered the warmth of their room, but his desire to see Matty won out and George once again found himself dressing for the winter weather.

It hadn’t been snowing when he made his way through the hotel lobby, and on a normal day, it wouldn’t have been a bad walk. But the wind stung his cheeks and made his eyes water. Luckily the cafe was just up ahead, he could see the sign glowing bright against the gray sky backdrop. He pushed open the door, a little bell chiming as he entered. He spotted Matty right away, tucked into the far corner, scribbling in his notebook, a cup of tea, in a real China tea cup with a matching saucer by his elbow. George paused, before getting in line to order himself, admitting Matty from afar. He was growing out his hair again, the dark, gray streaked curls covering his ears and falling over his forehead, casting his eyes in shadow the way he was bent over the notebook. George smiled to himself, admiring the curve of Matty’s jaw and the way his tongue was peeking out between his slick red lips in concentration.

Matty looked up as if sensing he was being watched. He set his pen down, breaking into a wide grin when he realized it was George watching him. George’s heart swelled as he returned Matty’s little wave. He loved the way he smiled, his entire face lighting up, showing off his crooked teeth and the crinkles by his eyes. He knew Matty got upset sometimes, looking at the evidence of aging in the mirror. Glaring at his wrinkles and gray hairs, but George loved them. He loved the evidence that Matty wore on his body, the signs that he was here, alive and that they had the opportunity to grow old together.

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#allylikethecat #January OTP Prompts #Prompt Fill #Prompt Fills #Matty Fic #Gatty #Keep it kind #idk why but i hate writing dialogue #so i had fun with todays prompt and didnt include any #thank you to everyone for reading and being so kind and supportive about these #i am so grateful and want to make sure yall know i appreciate it #i cant believe we're almost done!!

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sichore · 4 months

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Jimi and Pickles for #7 ♡

We're going Victorian AU for this one. Do we like pain? :D

7. Write about one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.

Jimi stares down at the gloved hand offered to her and back up to his crooked grin. "Are you serious?"

And Pickles winks, and were it not for the lavish ball, and their lavish clothes, and the lavishly dressed vermin around them gussied up in their riches and fortunate birth – it would be like nothing has changed.

"Dead serious," he replies, his smile unwavering.

Jimi keeps her face carefully neutral, to not give away how her stomach flips and twists with dread and disgust.

But she gives him her hand, and he leads her to the dance floor.

Hand in hand, hand on waist, hand on shoulder. All in prim and proper form to twirl about in a matter about as exciting as watching dead fish swirl in eddies off the pier.

Which is to say, not at all.

"I could fall asleep if it weren't for this corset," Jimi grumbles.

And Pickles laughs, and that hasn't changed at all. "Yeah, this barely counts as dancin', huh?"

"Hmm." Jimi doesn't want to draw anymore attention by appearing disinterested or impolite, so she keeps her eyes on his face, directly on an invisible spot upon his cheek. No amount of blush or powder can hide the dull pallor of his skin, no longer to be kissed by the sun. "You seem to be adjusting well enough."

"It was nothin' findin' the rhythm. Really, the hardest part is not tripping on skirts–"

Jimi grits her teeth. "Not what I meant." And then, putting on a strained smile: "You should be doing this with your lovely bride-to-be."

"An' she's catching up with yer handsome little guard, so we can have this one, yeah?"

His eyes don't leave her face. Eyes that are still green like the algae on the docks that Jimi knows aren't actually brighter now. They just appear more vivid with the life drained from his skin.

His gaze burns, which is absurd, when she can feel no warmth through their gloves, through the layers of cloth between them. Jimi can't feel anything, but the pressure of his hand pressed into hers.

"You're just making a bigger target of yourselves," Jimi hisses, brown gaze flitting over his shoulder for a moment.

Pickles just laughs, again, in that quiet, huffing way of his. "We're makin' our stand. You were always part of this, Jim–"

"Don't call me that."

She looks back to him and catches the flash of hurt in his eyes, and Jimi pushes down the sick knot of regret, aching and longing, deep in her belly. She holds its head underwater, ignoring the thrashing and desperate cries.

"I want no part of this. You have your wealth, you have your marriage, and you have no need of me, just my wares to keep up this farce–"

"It's no game," Pickles says gently, heedless of the vicious barbs that Jimi hurls at him. They break, spin about on an axis, a full rotation of the world before they return to face one another. Hand in hand, hand on waist, hand on shoulder. "You'd be right there with us if it weren't for the laws."

Jimi's eyes drop to his breast pocket. "You speak of madness."

"Well, yeah."

The strings halt, the perfurmed and powdered vermin break into applause, and Pickles lifts her gloved hand to his lips that feel like a press of flesh, and nothing more.

"I'm mad about ya." Beneath the brim of his hat and the shadows that will ever dust his eyes is a glow that has never once dimmed. That hasn't changed. That hasn't died. "Always have been."

[Soft OTP Prompts]

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #jamila calabash #picklejam #my writing #mtl victorian vampire au #ask meme

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overheaven · 4 months

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3, 6, 11 and 21 please! 💜

3- All-time favorite pairing?

there’s a few, so i’ll give you the list of my OTPs to end all OTPs, in roughly chronological order of when they engraved themselves into my soul:

-Thor/Loki (Marvel)

-Dio/Jonathan (JJBA)

-Ainosuke/Tadashi (SK8)

-Rei/Jiro (Hypmic)

-Dimitri/Felix (FE3H)

and a special shoutout to DMC ships, which predate everything: Dante/Nero (for being the ship that led me to meeting my partner!) and Vergil/Dante (for being the blueprint of twincest soulmates can’t exist without one another bound together by destiny AGGHHH *claws at my skull*)

6- Favorite headcanon?

oh i’m always coming up with different ones, i can’t really pick a favorite! some of my physical appearance(?)-type ones are very dear to me though: Dio having a tooth gap. Rei’s gold tooth + secret tattoos & nipple ring + dad bod. Dimitri having a crooked nose because it’s been broken a few times. Ogata missing a few back teeth after his jaw injury!

11- Most unique merch you have for a fandom?

okay i’m a merch FIEND so this answer is long lol. i have a lot of various merch so i’m wondering what best qualifies as unique, hmmm…. 🤔 rare stuff? expensive stuff? novelty items? fanmade oddities?

how about i name some things that I Just Think Are Neat! some are really cheap and easy to find, others are a little more expensive.

-my sweet pool collection is very beloved (hard copies of the manga, assorted acrylics & buttons, OST CD, and i just purchased a listing on mercariJP that includes the Youji mousepad which was a holy grail item for me 🥹)

-posters & ticket stubs from the first ever Touken Ranbu stageplay that i actually got to see in Japan!!!

-and last but CERTAINLY not least, while trying to write my answer for this question, i found out that this little Dio polaroid bromide is verrrrry interesting! i got it from a listing of assorted secondhand jojo stuff i bought years ago… but i’m mentioning it because i was looking up my jjba merch just to see what things are going for these days and i found a listing for this item, alone, priced at 12,700¥???!??!! i’m guessing this is because J-World closed and this was a prize item. idk if this is a fluke markup or if it’s really just that rare… couldn’t find any other listings for it that weren’t years old and long-sold!

21- Favorite fic trope?

GOD this one is hard. i want to try and say something that’s *fanfic-y*, not just a kink… so how about omegaverse or maybe “there was only one bed”?? >w>

(fandom asks meme)

#ask meme #fandom asks

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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I swear I'd be a better man

Written for the Year of the OTP challenge prompt: different

Pairing: Luke/Reggie (featuring trans!Luke)

In this fic, Luke starts out identifying as a girl, using she/her pronouns and a female name. They realize that they identify as trans very early on in the story.

I went with the name Elaine since it means 'shining light' and Luke means 'light giving' and I thought it would be nice to pick names that have similar meanings instead of picking a feminine name that just sounds like Luke.

The pronouns change after Luke comes out to his mom, so you'll notice the shift.

If you think anything in this will trigger you, feel free to head back, maybe check out some of my other works. Stay safe friends.

On AO3!

All her life, Elaine had felt different. While all the girls her age were obsessed with princesses and pink, she much preferred to wear jeans and play cops & robbers with Alex and Bobby. Her mother would sigh, brush out the tangles from her long curly hair and send her on her way. Constantly lamenting her tomboy nature, but always pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Still love you little girl.”

“Mom…” she would whine. “Not in front of the guys.”

“Always wanting to be one of the guys,” Emily said with a shake of her head.

And that was it, wasn’t it? The thing that Elaine could never tell her mother-that she did want to be one of the guys-literally.

She had never felt comfortable being a girl-dressing like one, acting like one, with the prospect of her body changing to become a woman. She didn’t want any of that. She wanted to be a boy, to become a man. But she felt like she could never make that a reality, or tell her mom about it.

So she kept playing around with the boys, rejecting dresses and pigtails and pink with every fibre of her being.

Then puberty hit, and Elaine met Reggie.

Reggie who was so cool in his ripped jeans and leather jacket. Who could play like five different instruments and wrote his own songs, even if they were country, a genre that Elaine wasn’t a fan of. Reggie was also super pretty, and Elaine’s heart raced every time he shot his crooked grin at her.

Elaine had no clue what to do about that.

Especially since when she started writing songs, all of them revolved around green eyes, sprinkled freckles, and crooked grins. With goddamn hearts along the edges, and initials scrawled inside them in her spiky handwriting.

Worse yet was when her mom found them.

Emily usually didn’t snoop in her room, merely came in to collect laundry or ensure she was doing her homework. But she had made the mistake of leaving her notebook open to Crooked Teeth, and well, when Elaine got back from the kitchen with a snack, her mom was sitting on the bed next to the open notebook.

Elaine immediately panicked. What if her mom had seen the songs about being a boy? The list of names she liked, the pamphlets from Mrs. Butler about gender and transitioning, the number from a few people at the school’s GSA-that was all in there, and she wasn’t ready to have that discussion with her mom yet.

So she braced herself for the questions, the shouting, maybe even for the need to bolt. She didn’t think her parents would kick her out, they had been appalled at how coldly the Mercers had treated Alex when he said he was gay, but you never knew.

“Who’s Reggie?” her mom asked with a smirk.

“W-what?”

Emily gestured to the book beside her. “You have his name in hearts all over this page. So who is he?”

Elaine flushed, turning her head away. Another thing she really didn’t want to talk about with her mom. Because the sole reason she hadn’t asked him out yet was tied up in the whole wanting to be a boy thing. She knew Reggie wasn’t homophobic, he had been happy and supportive when Alex came out to them. She just didn’t know how Reggie would feel about dating a guy himself.

“He’s no one.”

Emily scoffed. “And I am the queen of Sheeba,” she let out a sigh and eased herself up. “Alright, I won’t push, I know this kind of thing can be tough to talk about with anyone, let alone your mom. But honey if you ever do want to talk, me and your dad are always here. About anything.”

“How about me getting a haircut?” Elaine deflected. “I kind of want to cut it really short, kinda punk.”

“But your curls are so pretty,” Emily replied, lifting a strand of the chestnut coif.

“Maybe I don’t want to be pretty!” Elaine erupted. “Maybe I want to be handsome!”

Then she realised what she said, clapping a hand over her mouth, then with wide, panicked eyes, looked at her shell shocked mother.

“Y-you want to be handsome?” Emily repeated, her voice quiet. “You want to look like a boy?”

“No,” Elaine said. “I want to be a boy.”

It felt like a huge weight lifted from his shoulders at the admission. So he kept going. “I’ve been doing research, and I can take hormones, and do the surgery with your permission. But… I want to be a boy. Use he/him pronouns, be introduced as your son.”

“Do you have a name picked out?” Emily asked, her expression betraying nothing.

“I may have a few,” he admitted.

“Okay then. This is a lot to take in sweetie. So maybe go hang out with your friends for the afternoon, give me some time to adjust. And when your father gets home this evening, we can discuss it. As a family.”

He rushed into his mothers arms, murmuring his love into her shoulder, feeling relieved that she hugged him back. He took a step back, the two of them exchanging watery smiles, and he grabbed his notebook, heading for the door.

“Oh, Ela… son?” Emily said, and he turned, smiling bright at her. “Tell Reggie how you feel. He’d be lucky to have a great guy like you for a partner.”

He smiled and blushed but went out the door feeling happier than he had in ages, and figured maybe just maybe, he should take his moms advice.

Reggie was in Bobby’s garage, his usual spot when not in school. Had told them all that his parents fought a lot and he’d rather be anywhere else than home to witness it. Bobby didn’t mind, he knew bad parents, given he only saw his once a year if he was lucky. Between the Shaws, the Mercers, and the Peters, the young Patterson boy had to think of how lucky he was in the parent department.

Reggie looked up and gave him that devastating crooked grin, making his heart palpitate like crazy. “Hey Lanie.”

And then it froze.

Because Reggie was the only one to use that name, but it reminded him that Reggie still saw him as a girl. That he needed to tell Reggie, and hope that it meant they could at least keep being friends, even if it meant a broken heart.

“H-hey Reg, whatcha working on?” he sat beside Reggie on the couch, but not close enough to touch, wanting that bit of space between them until the truth was out. If Reggie was upset by the lack of cuddles they usually shared, he didn’t let it show.

“Noodling around on an old song I wrote about my ex, figured it might be worth a look over now that it’s long past,” Reggie said, passing the music over.

He glanced over the lyrics, humming the melody, and then one single thing made him stop. “Reg… this is about a boy.”

“Well yeah, my last ex was Jason Mitchell, the bastard,” Reggie replied. “You know I’m bi right?”

“No I did not know that!” he exclaimed. “I mean, it’s all cool, love is love right? But I never knew.”

“Huh, could have sworn I told the both of you after Alex came out,” Reggie mused. “But yeah, I’m bi. Guess that makes you the odd woman out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Alex is gay, I’m bi, Bobby is ace… you’re the only straight one,” Reggie replied.

“I’m not straight,” he replied. “I’m pan.” For all his issues regarding his own gender, he had never cared what others were when it came to his attraction to them. Mrs. Butler told him about pansexuality, and that seemed to fit. Had put the pride pin on his bag shortly thereafter, but given no one had brought it up, maybe that was another conversation he needed to have with people. One step at a time though, this came first.

“Oh,” Reggie said. “That's wicked! We should see about playing a Pride event then, really stick it to the Mercers!”

“Fuck yes we should!” he said, high fiving Reggie.

They spent some time trading ideas for Reggie’s song back and forth when finally he asked. “So you really like boys?”

“And girls, yeah,” Reggie replied.

“Wh-what about boys who used to be girls?”

Reggie looked over at him, eyes searching, and then a look of understanding came over him, and he reached out, grasping his hands. “I’d be okay with that. I would just like to know the name of the person I’ve been wanting to ask out for ages now. Girl or boy, I still wanna date you. So give me a name, and I’m all yours.”

“Luke. My name is Luke.”

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #ruke #peterpatter #otp 2023 #year of the otp #julie and the phantoms

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agentem · 2 years

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I want to talk about Nettles more. But no casting news or much to say except quote the book and go, “Nettles, am I right?”

“Septon Eustace says her teeth were crooked, her nose scarred where it had once been slit for thieving.”

Septon Eustace can suck a dick but I do sort of like the detail that she was a thief. Sheepstealer and her, OTP.

#fire and blood #fired and blood spoilers #nettles #sheepstealer

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wibble-wobbegong · 1 year

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El asks <2

EL SWEETPEA <33333

1: sexuality headcanon

that girl is a LESBIAN

2: otp

uhhhh el and the warrior cats books. ive never read them but it seems like something she would enjoy idk

3: brotp

violently torn between elmax willel and elmike. she’s so best friend coded and has such beautiful dynamics with each of them. that being said “if you touch her again i will kill you again” was bromantic as hell of her

4: notp

i dont have to say it

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

braces!!! she gets braces when she’s older and not a target if the entire government. she has crooked teeth but got braces and was so excited to make them colorful and have colorful teeth

6: favorite line from this character

“no.” iconic

7: one way in which I relate to this character

we autism in the scary way fr

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

THE SCENES WITH ANGELA… girl i am so sorry

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll amen

#el hopper #asks

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austin-mahones · 3 years

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#PETERPATTERFEST: Day One: Favorite Scene

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moonofiron · 3 years

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Shikatema are always going to be my OTP. I think Shikamaru has truckloads of smooth beast™ potential/energy. And, Temari is a raging goddess who will only let Shikamaru tame her.

Set in post-Shippuden and pre-Boruto-verse.

Clearly, I really really dig intimacy, small underrated gestures, and a lot of eye contact during sex and that's kinda what made me write this one.

Anime: Naruto Shippuden

Characters: Nara Shikamaru x Temari

Genre: angst, fluff, flirting, smut, fingering, raw sex, explicit sexual content 🥵

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,013

Synopsis: Temari wants to learn Shogi.

Minors, dni, otherwise 10 years of bad luck.

Temari and Shikamaru had their backs against the wall of the Hokage's compound. They'd just come out of a meeting and Shikamaru wanted to smoke before they went out for lunch.

Who was he kidding. It wasn't so much about itching for a cigarette than it was about calming himself down. When it came to Temari, he could hardly think straight. He wanted to pull her into a kiss every time she said a simple hi. Her lips were hypnotising, like two soft clouds that were finally in his reach. Even the way she moved made his breath falter. The conviction with which she spoke made him want to slide his fingers inside her till she was babbling nonsense, till the only thing she said with that much conviction was his name. The bravery with which she fought made him want to kiss her toes, calves, knees; the devotee in him on full display under her. He wanted to feel the flesh of her hips in his palms. He wanted to feel her breath on his chest. He wanted -

"Ne, Shikamaru, why do you like Shogi so much?"

Shikamaru snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Temari dumbly before answering.

"Uh.. yeah..no, I just enjoy it a lot."

"You're always making reference to Shogi pieces and moves in strategy meetings."

"Hmm." He flicked his cigarette. "Let's go."

"What are you doing after lunch?"

"Nothing, just going to go back home and rest."

"Will you teach me Shogi?"

Shikamaru looked at Temari and sucked in air through his teeth. His mind was back to picturing her on his bed. It was back to undressing her, licking the smooth flesh of her neck, biting her cherry-seed nipples.

"Oi? I'm asking you something, Shikamaru? Where's your mind today?"

"Oh, we can play, sure." Shikamaru had an absolutely unreadable expression on his face. Temari looked at him funny and then pulled out the board game.

"Let's play now."

"Uhh.. you've been carrying this around? Tsk, mendukse."

"Please, I really want to learn how to play."

After a pause, she mumbled, "I think the kids at the orphanage will enjoy the game."

"What orphanage?" Shikamaru frowned.

"Nothing, I spend time with the kids at the orphanage back home. I play with them and teach them basic taijutsu and ninjutsu for self-defence. But, we're quickly running out of things to do. So, I thought Shogi would be a nice addition."

"Hmm. Let's go eat first."

They rounded up to a local teppenyaki. Shikamaru was eerily quiet at lunch. Temari felt uncomfortable but the food was so delicious that she let the discomfort go. She ate up quickly and waited for Shikamaru to finish, eager to learn Shogi. Every now and then she noticed him looking at her intently. She wiped her face frequently, thinking she may have something on her face.

She noticed how meticulously Shikamaru ate. He wrapped his long and lean fingers around the food delicately, almost as if he was making love to each and every bite. Temari felt a warmth spreading in her belly when Shikamaru lightly licked his fore-finger, middle-finger, and thumb once he was done. His thin, moist tongue darted out and his lips made the soft sound of a kiss as he took his fingers out of his mouth. His eyes didn't leave hers.

Temari realised a bit too late, her lips parted and eyes glistening, that he was aware of her gaze following his fingers. He had a lopsided grin plastered on his face and it infuriated Temari. She got up abruptly and excused herself to go the washroom.

Shikamaru wasn't blind to the affect he had on Temari. His lack of action was more about him not being able to figure out his feelings for her. He'd seen the way an apricot-blush rose to her cheeks whenever he did or said anything mildly suggestive.

He'd heard her low gasps and breathy sighs everytime he brushed against her accidentally. The way her body tensed against his sent him into a frenzy. He loved the way she softened around him when they were alone but hardened when they were with others. And honestly, he'd caught her looking at his lips way too many times. He knew she hated the smile he gave her in such moments. She fumed and her ears moved from the stress in her jaw as she clenched her teeth.

When Temari returned, the bill had been paid and Shikamaru was waiting for her outside.

"Let's go and teach you Shogi, hmm?"

"Umm, yeah. Thank you," she beamed. Shikamaru felt as if something had kicked him in his guts when she smiled like that. Oh, to have her smile like that always. To wake up to that smile. To be able to kiss the edges of that smile. To be -

"How far is your home?"

"What?"

"How far is it?"

"It's a quick 15-minute walk, love." Shikamaru knew he had faltered and felt a hammering in the back of his head.

"-What?"

"What?"

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing! I just said it's a 15-minute walk...lovely in this weather."

"Hmm." Temari was too flustered to pay attention to Shikamaru lightly patting his shoulder for the excellent recovery.

They walked in silence till Shikamaru suddenly slowed down his pace. Temari stopped and turned around, already a few steps ahead of him. Her eyes widened. Shikamaru looked absolutely stunning in the soft sunlight. He was running his hands through his loose hair as he held hair-tie between his teeth. When he caught her looking at him, he held his hair in place and looked right back at her.

"Keep walking straight... unless you want to help?" He winked at her and smiled.

Almost as if she'd lost control of her body, Temari found herself holding the other end of his hair-tie between her teeth. Shikamaru's eyes widened and he grabbed her waist, his hair fell around his face like a glorious mane. His mouth pulled back the hair-tie from hers and spat it out. He immediately crashed his lips on hers, his hands dug into her plump waist as he kissed her hard. Temari, eager and equally enthusiastic, licked and bit his lower lip, making him groan softly. He shuddered as he felt her hands running through his hair and then as suddenly as Temari had caught his hair-tie between her teeth, she let go of him.

She covered her face with her hands as she came to her senses.

"Shikamaru, sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry. I didn't mean..."

"Hey...hey hey... it's alright, hey, look at me." He held her shoulders.

"I'm so embarrassed, I'm really really sorry."

Shikamaru moved closer but she flinched away.

He sighed heavily.

"Temari, stay still. And, move your hands away from your face."

When she didn't budge, Shikamaru spoke in a whisper.

"Please."

When she did, Shikamaru held her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips.

"It's okay. I'd do it again," he murmured against her chin and he sweetly pecked her lips. "And again." He briefly sucked on her lower lip. "And, again."

Temari's heart beat loudly against the quiet of the evening. He moved back, held her hand, and slowly started walking back to his house. A small smile played on his lips the entire time. His grip on her hand was hard and Temari felt as if a million baby sparrows had taken flight inside of her.

When they reached his place, Shikamaru didn't waste a single second. He closed the door, put the shogi board on the shelf, and pushed Temari against the door all in one move. He pressed his body against hers and kissed her deeply, hungrily.

Temari's shallow moans came alive as she felt his hands running all over her body. He had already undone her kimono and unhooked her bra. He'd thrown it somewhere behind him, almost as if he were angry at it. She felt the waistband of her panties dig into the right side of her waist as he pulled the other side, tearing them off. They snapped right off in his grip and she was stark naked in a matter of seconds. She gasped at the slight pain and at his urgency. She panted and struggled to speak, too aware of everywhere his hands touched her.

"Shika...Shikamaru...but, the...shogi.. please."

"Fuck shogi," Shikamaru growled in her ear as he felt her hands deftly removing his pants. He rubbed her slightly moist and throbbing clit. He pushed two of his fingers inside of her to pull out the slick he wanted to smear all over her pussy and his cock. She whimpered softly and bit his neck, bruises quickly blooming on his pale skin.

He fingered her relentlessly and when he felt her clenching around his fingers, he pulled his hand back. The loss of his palm's warmth made her shudder. He removed his jacket and t-shirt. His warm cock rubbed against her as he hitched her up on his arms and she wrapped her legs around his slender waist. He dug his hands in her ass and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Fuck."

Shikamaru breathed hard and he thrust into Temari in one quick motion, eliciting an obscenely loud moan from her.

She threw her head back and hit it hard on the door. "Ouch," she giggled.

"Shit, are you alright, Temari?" a pained expression crossed his face.

"Hmm," she couldn't stop giggling.

He was still throbbing inside her and she was still giggling, making Shikamaru's heart flutter. He kissed her lips again. He giggled with her, against her mouth, until their child-like giggles morphed into moans and pants as Shikamaru fucked Temari in a steady pace. Her tensed and tight body started loosening up slowly and then all at once as she gushed around him silently. He pulled his face back from the crook of her neck without breaking his stride too look at her in her most vulnerable moments. She looked gorgeous than ever before, and Shikamaru felt his balls tighten at the way Temari's lips repeated his name in a whisper and in quick successions, like a chant.

"Fuck Temari, you're... making... me.. lose it," Shikamaru grunted in between thrusts. That earned him a sweet coo from Temari; it made him want to go faster and harder but his hands pained. He carried her inside to his room, and sat on the edge of his bed.

Still impaled on his cock, Temari saw Shikamaru's face in the dim light. He looked like a hungry beast, his hair a lovely mess and stuck to his neck and his face. His forehead glinted with a thin layer of sweat and his lips were parted as he inhaled her. His cheeks were decorated with a rose hue she'd never seen on him before. Temari took a strand of his hair stuck to his lip and tucked it behind his ear. Her fingers lightly circled his nipples, making the hair on his arms and neck stand.

He looked so stunning that she felt herself shrinking in front of him. Before she could turn her face away from his gaze, Shikamaru started moving inside her with such gentle and slow strokes that she felt another wave of an orgasm building steadily.

"You're so gorgeous on me, Temari." She blushed at the soft but obscene remark.

"Still shy, are we?" Shikamaru smirked as moved inside her. He didn't let her eyes go as he licked her nipples and then softly bit them. When he pulled his face back to kiss her lips, Temari's face changed to an expression that he couldn't decipher. She looked forlorn.

He cocked his head at her in confusion.

"Please..." Temari mumbled.

"Please what, babe?"

"Please, don't stop."

"Oh, you like that, huhn?" he spoke against her breasts. His lips on her soft and plump flesh made her arch her back and thrust her breasts into his face.

"Sugoi kirei, Temari," he whispered, making her nipples harden against his tongue again. She could feel him smiling against her flesh and her face felt hot. She clenched around his cock.

"Are you going to cum around me again, baby?" he mumbled against her breasts, as if his voice dictated their rise and dip.

She noticed Shikamaru was warming up with his usage of endearments, too. To hear him address her like this was unbearable. It sounded so sweet and so intimate, she felt like his voice would tear her apart.

She moved her hips with him, matching his rhythm.

"Such a good girl, moving on me like that, hmm?" he asked her tenderly.

At this, she gasped and breathed out in a rush, "Shikamaru I'm cumming."

"Yeah, love?" he increased his pace as she pressed her thighs around him.

He felt her loosening up and felt her cum coating his inner thighs. He never ceased to move in and out of her as she spasmed around him. She buried her face in his neck and grunted his name in his ear as she came around him.

His balls, now moist with sweat and her cum, slightly tightened against her ass. He felt himself losing control and he quickly pulled out and laid Temari on her back.

Shikamaru stroked his cock lightly as he eyed Temari spread out on the bed. He couldn't help himself and he dove right in. He kissed her face and neck. He nibbled at her slender shoulders and plump breasts. He licked her tight waist and bit the baby-flesh around her navel. His calloused hands never left her body and Temari's hands never left his hair. He kissed her thighs and calves and knees till he was sure he hadn't missed a single spot on her.

When Temari pulled his face close to hers to take him in a kiss, he propped himself on his elbow, spooning her.

"Let me look at you." He turned her face towards his and hitched her leg on his arm. He slowly started entering her, stretching her out and letting her ease around him, too. When Temari closed her eyes, he stopped, making her frown and gasp. Her eyes flew open.

"Look at me, Temari."

Temari swallowed as she looked deep into Shikamaru's eyes. She felt his cock moving all the way inside her and the burning intensity with which he looked at her made her buck. She held his eyes, too.

"This is unbearable. Please," she whispered.

Shikamaru was now moving inside her with hard thrusts, punctuated by their conversation. They were both whispering raspily to each other.

"What's unbearable?"

"The way you're making me look at you."

"Why?"

"I don't know, it's too much."

"Don't you dare look away, Temari."

Temari bit her lip and nodded.

"You'll look at me, and only me, when I fuck you."

"Hai."

"You'll look at me when I make love to you."

"Hmm."

"You'll look at me when you cum around me."

"Hai."

"You'll look at me when I fill you up."

Her eyes widened and she involuntarily arched her back.

"Ha...hai," she said

Shikamaru bit his lip and smiled at her as he increased his pace.

He held her jaw with the same hand Temari's leg was hitched on, spreading her legs as much as possible. She felt full and stretched and Shikamaru couldn't take how tight she felt.

Her green eyes, slightly teared up because of the pleasure she felt as he fucked her, started rolling back. The moment that happened, he hardened his grip on her jaw and increased his pace. He wanted her to gush around him. He wanted her to make a mess of his clean sheets. He wanted her to coat his cock with her orgasm. When she opened her mouth to make up for not being able to throw her head or roll her eyes back, Shikamaru let her suck and bite on his fingers until she came. Her orgasm stayed with her like a thunderstorm that refuses to leave in time. She bucked against Shikamaru violently as he held her down, fucking her in small and quick thrusts, observing her every move and reaction to him overstimulating her. It was getting unbearable for him to control himself, too. He couldn't believe how goddess-like she looked in her most private moments. God, he could get used to a sight like that.

"Gaman dekinai, Temari," he spoke hoarsely and started to pull out only to feel Temari's hand on his wrist. The intense focus that painted his face morphed into mild confusion. Temari clenched around his twitching and strained cock.

"Let me look at you when you fill me up."

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, baby."

He thrust back inside her and pulled her hair hard. He started fucking her again. He frowned in focus but his eyes were soft as they looked into Temari's. A drop of sweat made its way from the tip of his nose to her cheek. The loud slaps of his balls against her clit drowned out everything else for both of them. It only took him a few thrusts before he came inside her, bucking wildly but maintaining his gaze with hers nonethless. The way he groaned, the way his eyebrows moved, the way his earrings shivered with him, everything about him as he filled her up made Temari's heart take flight to her mouth. He collapsed beside her and she felt the soreness in her thighs rising up slowly. His short breaths against her back were ticklish and when she laughed, he joined her.

She tackled and rolled above him the moment he calmed down. As his limp and spent cock rested against her ass, she traced his face with a finger.

"Come here." He made her lie down on him so her face was buried in his neck.

"So, the first thing about Shogi is that it's played on a 9x9 board, that is, 81 squares," he spoke with a smile in his voice while tracing mindless circles on Temari's back.

#shikatema #shikatema smut #shikamaru x temari #naruto shippuden #fanfiction #fanfica #shikamaru nara #temari #shogi

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milf-harrington · 2 years

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Character Ask: Suki and Sokka

SUKI

do I like them: yeah <3

5 good qualities: a leader, responsible, resilient, kind-hearted but doesn't take anyones shit, brave

3 bad qualities: i dont think she genuinely has any in the show, so any i list would likely be counted as headcanons?

favourite episode/etc: Season 1, Episode 4: "The Warriors of Kyoshi"

otp: suki/sokka OR suki/yue

brotp: suki & sokka

ot3: suki/sokka/zuko

notp: uhh suki/toph or suki/aang

best quote: "I'm a warrior... but i'm a girl too."

head canon: she has freckles and crooked teeth and eats with her hands (not in a messy way, she just tends to forgo cutlery)

SOKKA

do I like them: YEAH

5 good qualities: soo smart, brave, protective, creative, questions things

3 bad qualities: doesn't let himself be weak, doesn't actually see his own worth, pessimistic

favourite episode/etc: Season 3, Episode 4: "Sokka's Master"

otp: sokka/zuko

brotp: sokka & katara

ot3: sokka/zuko/suki

notp: sokka/katara, sokka/toph

best quote: all of them

head canon: freckles, has adhd, has tourettes

#asks #dark-chocolate-fudge-sweetracer #sokka #suki #atla #avatar the last airbender

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s-gossamer · 3 years

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For the character list ask, y'all know I gotta do it: Doc Ock babey!

Favorite thing about him - HIS SMILE. I absolutely melt whenever I see his smile. It's also contagious to me as whenever I see his smile I can't help but to feel the corners of my mouth being pulled up into a grin.

Least favorite thing about him - That he's fictional fffff. I've seen people say they don't like the bowl cut but I honestly love everything about him appearance wise, bowl cut included. I even love his crooked teeth, that's how infatuated I am.

Favorite line - "Butterfingers." I find myself cracking up whenever I nearly drop something because that line is all I can think of.

brOTP - Depends on which version of Ock but when it comes to movie Ock I'd say Curt Conners due to their more fleshed out interactions in the novelization.

OTP - Him and Rosie of course. The loving looks they gave each other were so damn precious.

Random headcanon - Otto can sing really well and has a smooth baritone going on. Would sing to Rosie sometimes or while he's working.

Unpopular opinion - Honestly not sure if I even have a single opinion on him that could be remotely considered unpopular.

Song I associate with him - I could be predictable and say the name of a certain song from a musical but I have a full playlist of songs that I think fit him in my own personal view of him. Though I will give one song from this list that I really enjoy a lot. Nightcall - Kavinsky

Favorite picture of him - I honestly have so many pictures of him saved to both my phone and computer and while the photo I used for my icon is pretty high up there, I really enjoy this one picture of him smiling.

#asks open #ask me #ask #doc ock

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senjusibs · 2 years

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Madara for the character thing, please.

for this character ask

favorite thing about them

how goofy he acts with hashirama :') i love that he's this battle hardened shinobi, literally one of the two strongest people on earth, but he STILL falls for hashirama's moping act....they are just soooo cute 🥺

least favorite thing about them

straight up abandoning his clan on the battlefield when izuna got injured. dude what the fuck. what kind of clan head ARE you

favorite line

literally every single time he makes fun of hashirama. but ESPECIALLY when he says he'll skip hashirama across the river. also there's probably more but im too lazy to find them </3

brOTP

mito!! just like palingenesis....also hashirama (dumbass besties) and izuna (luv me a good sibling relationship)

OTP

[shaking and vibrating like a hummingbird] i care about madatobi a normal amount like a normal person

nOTP

mito...idk what it is but madamito just INFURIATES me. (hashimadamito can stay but its on thin fucking ice)

random headcanon

shamelessly stealing this from lena elhnrt but he has crooked teeth! just a naturally early riser. also he's a tea snob and his favorite tea is lapsang souchong

unpopular opinion

i think he's ugly and i will NOT apologize for this. also i think he would have been an absolutely awful hokage

song i associate with them

literally almost impossible to just choose ONE because i love my entire madara playlist so much. shameless plug click link for more because i cannot pick a favorite

favorite picture of them

he;s resting

#.txt #ask #rockingthegraveyard #madara

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mypersonmyg · 3 years

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me and you | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, a smidge of angst

rating: pg

wc: 1.3k

warnings: just a lil angst

summary: you ask yoongi about your future OR yoongi nearly breaks a leg in the university parking lot

a/n: evenin folks, tis the first day of drabble month! i wrote this drabble as a pairing to the ole Nom De Plume couple though it can be read as a standalone if you so choose :D

prompt 1. A - Age. Do the otp+ plan on spending their lives together? How do they imagine their relationship years from now?

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Yoongi’s digits move agile against practiced keys, pouted lips pulling between worrying teeth. Your eyes drink him in, a cool autumn’s eve, the dancing of fireflies beneath a night left to glisten in the wake of a reflective moon. You tug loosened sleeves, sweater hugging against a chilled frame, and legs pulled to your chest with a wistful sigh. His movements continue without pause, but limitless pupils regard you with diversion as Yoongi’s lips betray a grin of unbridled warmth.

“You’re tired,” It’s a statement. His tone is endeared, but his intent teasing, earlier discourse upon the late hour leading you to the abandoned music hall to begin with.

“I’m comfortable.” Your counter is followed by the lengthening of heavy limbs, voice strained against the prolonged stretch. Yoongi hums, followed by the flat tones of a piano half tuned. You pull your nose to a scrunch, the deafening keys appearing even more so with its echo into the hollow halls. “You’re losing your touch, Min.”

“Very funny, more like these pianos are losing theirs. I swear this place needs to put more budget into the actual instruments,” You’re aware of the serious tone, but frustration flushes puffed cheeks and you find yourself pushing from your seat to pad over to your flustered partner.

You round slouched shoulders, arms dangling around Yoongi’s taught frame, the perfect view of his fingers prodding at sticky keys. Your lips fall to the apple of his cheek before the burying of heavy eyes into the crook of his neck, warm from the scarf still dangling.

“Mmmh, what are you gonna do about it?” You egg him on, arms rubbing the expanse of his sweatshirt.

“I’m gonna take you home before I have to carry you.” He grabs hold of one of your hands, pressing soft lips to the delicate skin of your palm. He rises on converse feet not once releasing you from his steady grip, “You’re practically swaying on your feet.”

“I’m just enjoying the music.”

“I don’t hear any music, baby.”

“Your voice is music to my ears, babe.” You sing-song, following the light pull of Yoongi’s arm to the door. His groan is exasperated, followed easily by your melodious chuckle, his dark head bowing to the worn linoleum.

Your path to the parking lot is filled with comfortable quiet, the revel in your respective company enough to fill the minute space between. The biting chill of the evening air pulls you to grasp Yoongi as close as possible, legs forced to a wobble as your steps echo against freezing concrete.

“Do you think this will last?” Your voice is but a whisper, chords shying away from the wind not withheld by your scarf, woolen fabric itching at your neck. Yoongi hums in response, attention not all there as his gaze travels the expanse before you. “Do you think we’re gonna be together when we leave all of this behind? Or do you just see this as a school thing?”

You find your feet nearly tangled as Yoongi trips over himself. It takes but a moment for you to steady your strides, Yoongi gathering distance as he regains his footing. You’re in the midst of a car-less lot, catching your breath as Yoongi adjusts his jacket, hand brushing through his hair.

“Are you okay?” You step forward to close the distance, hand easily finding Yoongi’s in silent tandem. He nods though his pupils are blown, you’re sure if the bottom of his face were visible the parting of his lips would give way to his bewilderment at your sudden inquiry.

“I’m fine I just-do… do you think we won’t be together?” It’s the shift in his tone that clues you in to his wild thoughts. You’re quick to lead him to the car, the reprieve of the heated interior doing little to ease the growth of tension that has wormed between two melded souls.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You stare straight ahead, Yoongi busying with the turning of dials to warm you further. “I just...I mean we’re graduating soon and we haven’t really talked about it.”

“I didn’t know it was something that we needed to discuss.” He’s rigid and you’re mortified, an accidental hiccup in an evening otherwise untouched. Silence stretches over, your body falling victim to the itch of discomfort, the heat suddenly too much. Yoongi’s hands rest against the wheel, his breathing even and audible over the whir of the engine.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to make it a thing--”

“Yes.” Yoongi cuts through your words, not with volume, but sheer conviction. You fight the pull of fabric against your collar, turning to him with ducts threatening to spill over. Despite the words settling like golden leaves against dying greenery, you can’t help but prompt the necessity for unnecessary clarification driving you on.

“What?”

“We’ll be together. After college and beyond this hell hole,” He chuckles at his own words, gums catching reflection under the invasion of fluorescent street lamps. “I’ve been faced with a reality without you in it and I’m positive I never want to go back to it. You say things like my voice is like a song and my smile is what keeps you going and I don’t always reciprocate but I hope you know that you’re that and so much more to me.”

“I do, I know.” You assure, hand reaching over the center console, landing against the expanse of his thigh.

“Well, did you know that sometimes I still sit outside of the practice room? I just listen and think about how we got here, how I got lucky enough to be here.” Your head swivels barely coherent, a small gasp conjuring the tiniest cloud from the still thawing vehicle. “Or that whenever I come in for coffee and I see you standing behind that damn counter I think about the day all of this started, and then you look at me and it feels like I’ve been punched in the chest.”

“I hope you mean that in a good way,” You squeak, still stunned at the ongoing admission.

“You knock the breath out of me, babe. I guess that’s why I was taken by surprised because if I’m not making you feel the same way then we’ve got a pretty big problem.”

You don’t bother trying to respond with a thought of the intelligible, Yoongi robbing you of any possible chance the moment he began speaking. Instead your hands come to grip puffed cheeks, unaware that you aren’t the only one overpowered with raw emotion until you feel the dampness of soft skin. Your forehead pushes against his, noses meeting and breaths mingling.

“I love you,” Is all you manage and you know that it’s enough. Know that it’s enough because of the way Yoongi’s lips press against yours in an instant.

The pressure is late night conversations, the occasional peck befalling heated cheeks, it’s breakfast in bed as the threat of a skipped class looms. It’s a pressure that reminds you that your flow is his and his is yours, no questions asked and none needing to be answered. It fills the crevice of uncertainty that cracked unaware beneath your skin, feeding off of remedied events past.

Suddenly too much heat is not enough and Yoongi is pulling away, breath labored and hands once more against the wheel. His gaze is forward and cheeks dusted with lustful blush. He offers you only a glance, unable to hold for longer than a minute without threat of once more closing lengthened distance.

“I should get you home, you have an early class.”

“Mmmm or you could let me stay over,” You suggest, cheeky nature about you once more. Yoongi’s grip tightens, lip pulling inwards in a contemplative gnaw. “I’ll sleep better.”

“Hmm sleep, right.” His throat clears as he pulls from the lot. “So...are we good?”

“I was thinking that we could move to the city,” Is your response, the Yoongi smiling straight ahead, hand finding yours to once more grace with the skin of his lips. He doesn’t respond, knows the action is enough as you continue to speak and he continues to listen, affectionately offered and received with mutual adoration.

“Whatever you want, babe, I’m in it for the long haul.”

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