#s/i: gray valentine

[bluesadansey]

so 😕 about how Tessa has all these moments in internal monologue about how deep down she’s always known Aunt Harriet making excuses for Nate wasn’t right and that he didn’t deserve all they both did to coddle him and that she always compartmentalized to see him as a good older brother, and how that’s all come to the surface now she knows he was willing to sell her out (though not the full scope of that) but then when Mortmain comes she still instinctively doesn’t tell Nate and goes instead ‘to protect him’ ugh. Like it feels so real as a depiction of a woman internalizing societal norms even though part of her is aware…

#it’s so real you can have moments of recognizing patterns like that and then just.. repeat them even though you’re aware. I love this arc #Of hers. I think Nate on his own would be a pretty pathetic villain but the internal work for Tessa in relation to him supports the #Storyline/makes it compelling #S speaks #s rereads tid #tessa gray #(also feel like this is one of the reasons tid is so much more successful than tmi I could be wrong because it has been ages #But in my memory tmi stresses J*ce and his daddy issues re: Valentine sooo much and Clary’s narrative about him which would be more #interesting is barely ever touched on maybe like… two passing moments. #vs it’s a very consistent conflict for Tessa in the first two books)

[heartandfangs]

HALOS, HORNS & EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.

GENRE Roommate AU, Smut, Hint of Romance

PAIRING Jongseong/Jay x Fem!Reader x Heeseung

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY MDNI, Threesome, Cursing, Jealousy, Breast worship (what’s new), Making out, Oral sex (f!receiving), Mention of food, Light biting, Daddy kink, Role play, Cum eating/swapping, Unresolved feelings, Dom!Jay, SoftDom!Heeseung, PowerSub!Reader, HeeJay are pervs

SUMMARY After several long months of ignoring the angel and devil living across the hall, said roommates take matters into their own hands to please you on your special day. 

WORD COUNT 4k

AUTHOR’S NOTE This one’s simple but kinda crazy?? ngl I REALLY got carried away with the wc for this first request, but I’m going to try and keep the others shorter so I can get through them quicker. Definitely felt less pressure while writing this for fun tho. Happy birthday 🪶 anon! I took some artistic liberties with your simple request lmao, but hope you and everyone enjoy it regardless (if it’s not ur cuppa tea dw!) 🖤🤍🖤🤍 

See end for cont. author’s note.

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After an incredibly rough week of work, you’d completely forgotten to switch off your alarm last night so you could sleep in for your birthday. It was your long-awaited day. 

“The fuck,” You groaned before tapping the screen of your phone to silence the obnoxious sound. 

Clambering and scurrying footsteps could be heard outside your bedroom and in the shared kitchen. A nagging feeling in your stomach told you that you wouldn’t be allowed back to sleep any time soon. 

After about a minute, you noticed the sound of your roommates gathering outside your door— then knuckles tentatively rapping against it.

You pulled your duvet over your head and curled up tighter onto your side, refusing to answer. 

Another knock.

It was more insistent this time, annoyingly so. 

“What?” Your grumpy tone made it known that they were unwelcome visitors this early in the morning. 

Please go away…

Jay, seemingly unbothered by your attitude, cracked open the door, surveying your condition before swinging it wide open to reveal a birthday cake in his hand. 

Heeseung didn’t look any better than you in his black sweatsuit set and cowlicked ash-gray hair hiding his half-lidded eyes. Jay more than likely dragged him out of bed to help him prepare your surprise, yet he still gave you a smirk behind Jay’s shoulder and flashed you a peace sign. 

With a mischievous smile, Jay strode to the edge of your bed wearing a typical pair of gray sweatpants and a black tank, his lean arms on display. “Morning, birthday girl.” 

Heeseung made his way in and released a handful of red and pink balloons that floated to the ceiling; you’d think it was Valentine's Day or something. “Happy birthday, ___.”

Slowly, you dragged yourself up to sitting, keeping your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You rubbed your eyes, “I can’t believe I sabotaged myself with my alarm today.”

“Happens to the best of us,” Jay balanced the cake in one hand as he kneeled on the floor by your bed and ran a hand through his pale blonde hair, “And well, now you just have more of your day to enjoy. But first, cake.”

Of course, they knew better than to sing. You sighed and stared down at the simple, pink-frosted cake piped with red dollops in a heart-shaped border. 

In the center was written in red frosting:

u can’t pick ur dad

but u can pick ur daddy(s)

hbd!!!

You snorted and pressed a hand to your lips, raising an eyebrow at the two. Grammatically, it didn’t even make any sense, but you guessed it wasn’t supposed to. 

“What the hell is this? Which of you—” You barely managed to get out, shoulders shaking from laughter as you eyed Heeseung and gave Jay a look of scrutiny, “Or should I even bother to ask?”

In return, Jay playfully swiped the pads of his fingers across the corner of your lips, effectively smearing a bit of pink cream onto your skin. 

“Hey—“ Despite flinching, your tongue automatically darted out to sample the rich semi-sweet frosting, eyes widening in approval, “Mm!”

Jay chuckled and licked the remaining frosting off of his thick fingers, watching as you quickly averted his gaze, “I baked and decorated it. Obviously. But this guy stalked your Pinterest boards and saw something similar. So that’s how we got the idea, I guess.”

“Stalked? I just follow her,” Heeseung insisted, twirling the pink ribbon from a balloon around his finger. The two of them glanced at each other, and despite being touched by the sentiment, you paused.

While you had some pretty questionable content saved to the boards on your account, you definitely couldn’t have known Heeseung bothered to keep an eye on them.

What else did they see?

“Oh— how thoughtful of you,” You glanced over at the culprit, who suddenly found your carpet fascinating.

Jay cleared his throat and gestured the candle-lit cake towards you, its dancing flames taunting you, “Well, make your wish before the candle wax melts all over it, ___. Anything you want?”

“Hm,” You casually stretched your arms and shrugged off your blanket to reveal your gym shorts riding up your thighs as you crossed your ankles, “So if I wished for you both to leave me alone right now, you’d grant my wish?”

Heeseung untangled his finger from the balloon ribbon, blinking in surprise just as Jay’s shoulders slumped slightly, a flicker of hurt unexpectedly crossing his features. The blond pressed his lips together and stood to his feet. 

“Well, if that’s what you want. We’ll leave you be.”

“Jay…”

He nearly bumped into Heeseung on his way out but stopped at the sound of your sultry voice. 

Heeseung seemed enraptured as you gnawed at your lips and ushered Jay back with a simple look and tilt of your chin. The younger man’s gaze settled on the stretch of your thin cotton shirt over your breasts, and you felt yourself flush.

“I’m fucking with you both. Bring my pretty cake back.”

Both of them seemed to perk up as though they misheard you before trying to cover up how your choice words affected them.  

Jay huffed at your smug grin, “Go on then, blow it out, princess.”

With a roll of your eyes, you leaned forward and blew out the candles lined along the top of the rosy pink cake, leaving a trail of smoke in the air. 

“There, I made my wish. Thank you, boys.”

The last word seemed to grate on Jay’s nerves, with the way he haphazardly slid your cake onto your desk. 

“Hey, be careful. Why wouldn’t you handle your hard work with care? I’m gonna eat that later,” You quipped. 

“What was your wish?” Jay dared to ask, crossing his arms as he leaned back onto your desk. 

That earned him a weird look from you. 

“You can’t just ask her that,” Heeseung nudged Jay in his side and took the opportunity to sit next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. Heeseung was a bit intimidating in size, but his proximity didn’t make you uncomfortable in the slightest— or so you liked to tell yourself. “We’re not done with your gifts yet.”

You faced him and leaned back on your hand, placing the other atop your thighs, skin suddenly prickling with goosebumps. “No?”

Heeseung couldn’t help the subtle smile playing at his lips due to the unnecessary but predictable tension between you and Jay, “We know the extra attention isn’t your favorite, but just for today, don’t fight it.”

“What do you mean? Don’t fight what exactly…?” You continued to feign confusion, feeling your heart thump erratically as Heeseung tucked your messy hair behind your ears and dragged his soft caress along your warm cheeks.

You felt a sense of adoration in his touch, those languid eyes of his melting into your own so you wouldn’t have doubts about what was to follow. 

“This,” The manner in which Heeseung moved against you was gentle but confident, his moist lips capturing yours as though he didn’t want a second with you to go to waste but still knew he could take his time with you. 

How could you fight such a sweet kiss?

Not long after, Heeseung began to playfully prod his tongue along your inner cheek before swirling it against yours, slowly dropping his palms down your delicate neck, then even lower, until he found your soft breasts. The squeeze of his warm hands around them sent a jolt through your body and tightened the knot in your belly; you couldn’t help but arch your back to press closer to him with an airy moan.

It took a second before you realized the gravity of what you were doing with your shyest roommate and steadied yourself against his chest. “Heeseung—”

Then you felt a rougher set of fingers hook underneath your jaw and steal you away from Heeseung’s kisses. 

Jay stood over you and held you in place, pressing a frosting-dipped thumb past your lips, the flavor awakening your tastebuds once more. 

“Suck,” Jay commanded under his breath, which was somehow more intimidating than if he were to shout it. As he pushed the pad of his thumb down onto your wet muscle, you obediently closed your lips around the knuckle of his finger and met his keen eyes.

He nodded approvingly, “That’s a good girl.”

It was common for the two of you to always give each other a hard time, but if he ever overstepped his boundaries, he always made up for it through an unexpected warm gesture or a home-cooked meal the next day once things had simmered down. He wasn’t as much of a hardass as he let on.

At first, Heeseung appeared to be the most laid-back and benevolent of you three, but you always figured he was more of a maverick than one might initially guess. It wasn’t until he started playing clever pranks on you after a couple of months of getting to know him that you realized you’d finally cracked through that bashful exterior of his.

Although the three of you shared an undeniable chemistry that allowed you to live together as roommates without entirely wanting to rip each other’s throats out, neither of them had ever made a move on you before— and you couldn’t have ever guessed they’d make a move on you together.

Were there signals over the months that you’d missed? Looking back, yes, that might’ve been the case— but you’d chosen to ignore them due to an inability to make up your mind. Perhaps that’s why things were getting out of hand; you’d driven the two of them up the wall, and they had no choice but to retaliate.

All you could do right now is try to make it through whatever they had in store for you… and somehow, you didn’t mind that. 

“Hate it?” Jay asked.

Judging by your heavy eyelids and the sweet hum of your voice vibrating against his digit, he had an idea that it was quite the contrary.

“Figured,” Jay removed his thumb from your mouth with a pop and leaned over to pull you against his lips for a crushing kiss of his own.

He was all heat and didn’t hesitate to tug your lips between his teeth or shove his tongue against yours until you were red in the face, gasping for air and more of him simultaneously. 

“Mmh— Jay!”

He gave you a haughty look and continued to make a mess out of you, ruthlessly nipping at your ear and down your neck, knowing that you enjoyed the roughness of his affection. It almost killed you when he slowed down a bit, eyes flickering open to stare at you with his forehead pressed to yours, breathing the same air as you.

Right then, you felt Heeseung mouth over the fabric of your shirt, gradually coaxing your nipple to hardness. With the moan you rewarded him with, he grew bold and pulled the fabric over your breasts to take the one closest into his mouth, suckling sweetly around it.

You swore your nipples had a direct connection to your clit because it pulsed against your tight shorts and made you sink your fingers into tufts of Heeseung’s dark grey hair with a whimper.

Of course, Heeseung would be the one to make you give in.  

After seeing your lovely reactions to his other roommate’s ministrations, Jay promptly kneeled on the bed and caught your other nipple with his soft lips. You cried out as he released it with a smack, only to continuously flick at the tip with his tongue, sending you into oblivion. 

The two boys worked in tandem to pleasure you, tugging at your delicate nipples and laying kisses on your burning skin, the delicious sounds of their mouths worshiping your body falling on your ears. How they had their own ways of going about it made you feel even more cherished by the two. This was the kind of gift that kept on giving. 

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Panting, you tipped your head back and squeezed your eyes shut, letting the pleasure wash over your body at being tended to with such enthusiasm. Your panties were growing wetter by the second. 

“I told you she’d lose it once we started milking her tits,” Heeseung commented, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb, “Like the feeling of getting milked that much, baby?”

The way Heeseung addressed you made your stomach do flips. 

“Mmn, yes… You guys are fucking— ah— crazy,” You whined helplessly.

“We’re not the ones posting kinky shit to our public socials,” Jay deflected with a hoarse laugh, remembering something in particular he saw on yours that he liked.

He continued to suck and knead at your breast with the intent to make you swell under his touch, and by the time you were begging for release, he wanted you to be soaked through your little shorts.

With a bit of tooth and control, Jay gradually sucked around your areola until you let out a delighted yelp, in which he quelled your pain with laps of his tongue. He was extremely cognizant of how your hips twitched, inviting him to touch you further.

“Hngh— please, it’s not like I planted a seed in your minds. You were both perverts to start with,” You shot back despite feeling stranded in the fog of bliss, “Jacking off in the shower with my soap…”

Jay, in particular, froze at your accusation.

“I’ve used that brand my whole life and noticed each bottle went quicker ever since I moved in with you two. And then jacking off in my bed when I’m not home—”

You punctuated your slight annoyance by curling your fingers around Heeseung’s cheeks. That irked you a bit more than Jay’s shower antics for hygienic reasons.

“I can smell your shampoo all over my pillow, you know. Can you at least change my sheets out of courtesy once you’re done? Bet you wanted me to figure it out, didn’t you?”

The entirety of Heeseung’s skin above his collar turned a deep shade of scarlet, his large eyes shining from embarrassment. “Shit, uh. I-I…I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll even do your laundry for a month.”

“What, so you can steal another pair of my panties?”

Heeseung couldn’t hide his startled expression. A few seconds passed before a smirk made its way onto his flushed face, and he wet his lips. “‘Course not …”

Jay cocked a brow at Heeseung having been exposed to the degree that he was. Really, the two of them should’ve known better. Although the blond wasn’t sure if there were more things Heeseung’s done that you hadn’t caught onto yet, he knew that to be so in his case.

“I knew it all along,” You sat up straighter and stroked Jay and Heeseung beneath their chin, spreading your legs to reveal how your arousal had seeped through your layer of panties staining the fabric of your bottoms a darker, enticing shade.

With greedy looks in their eyes, both boys set their sights on the evidence of your excitement, saliva collecting under their tongues. 

“So, how are you both really gonna make up for such shameless, deranged behavior?”

Heeseung felt his cock twitch heavily in his sweatpants at your challenge, knowing it was all your fault. 

“We were just getting to that part,” Jay appealed, caressing his hand along your inner thigh, dipping closer and closer to your warmth, “___, trust me, you’ll forget all about our fuck-ups in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” You directed Heeseung to continue stimulating your tits by dragging his chin forward as you leaned back onto your elbows. 

He peeked over his shoulder at Jay, who positioned himself between your legs, and it was evident by the dark glint in his eyes that he wanted to taste you as well. However, you judged his sinful shenanigans to be greater than Jay’s and instead jerked his head towards your chest, your free hand gripping your breast.

“C’mon, Daddy, make my wish come true. Milk my tits and pussy, I want it so badly...”

That was a first. Your words seemed to reset the two back in order; Heeseung’s breath caught in his chest, but Jay fell back into the flow of things quicker. 

“Shit, baby. We’ll give it to you.”

You squirmed as Jay ran his hot tongue over the seam tucked between your swollen mound, his fingers tugging at your waistband to strip you bare.

Heeseung held your hazy gaze as he yanked off his top, tossing it onto the floor before diving back into devouring your breasts. With each messy kiss placed on your chest, your entire body shuddered, and Heeseung found himself groaning against your skin from how amazing it felt to finally gratify his urges for you. 

It was so satisfying to make you moan nonsensical things while feeling your nails scrape along his nape and upper back. 

Once Jay freed you from your shorts, all that was left was your drenched panties, which he took an even more passionate lap at, shoving his tongue against the dip of your entrance through the fabric but all too conveniently avoiding where you needed him most. 

“Mm, Daddy… please,” You whispered with a gulp, spreading your legs even wider to lure him in, “Please make me come on your tongue.”

Jay’s eyes softened; in return, he pressed a kiss to the flesh of your trembling thigh and began to remove the last barrier of clothing that kept him from your warm, wet pussy. “Alright, baby. I’m gonna help you come so much, okay?”

“Mhmm…” You nodded.

Ah, it was so different to see him like this. He’d always spoiled you one way or another, hadn’t he?

If only you noticed how his cock was straining in his pants at seeing you spread so prettily for him while thoroughly enjoying getting your tits sucked. 

“I haven’t seen a pussy prettier than this,” Jay commented, catching his roommate’s attention.

For a second, you were given a chance to breathe and merely collapsed onto the sheets, staring up at the balloon-covered ceiling as Heeseung leaned over your body to enjoy the sight of your arousal dripping down your folds. 

“Fuck, it’s so wet,” Heeseung murmured, his eyes drinking up the erotic view of you from above as he spread your lips apart with his middle and index fingers. “Look at that drooly little hole. It’s clenching so tightly…”

Jay chuckled, and you could only whimper, feeling Heeseung’s breath ghost over your pussy. Hearing them talk about you so casually caused your face to overheat; you wondered if they ever discussed you behind your back like this. 

“Think this pink little clit would like it if we suck on it?”

Before Jay could respond, Heeseung pressed forward and swiped his tongue across your swollen clit, fit his lips around the nub, and then sucked. 

“Heeseung!” You jerked against his face and reached back to grip your duvet, feeling more wetness drip onto your sheets. 

Heeseung had the nerve to snicker in front of Jay’s face before pressing himself back up at the sound of your needy voice.

Jay’s jaw clenched, but he hadn’t made a move to stop the other male since it wasn’t against their agreement. All he could do was sink his grip into your mattress, pissed that Heeseung had just stolen the first taste of you from him.

Well, he did practically invite him over to gloat before feasting on you. He just didn’t anticipate that it’d backfire; should’ve thought twice about that. 

Little did you know it’d work in your favor. 

“Mm, knew you’d taste like candy,” Heeseung hummed, clearly trying to hold back a smile. He tipped your chin up, his voice low and tender, “Give Daddy a kiss, I want you to taste yourself.”

You were tentative in doing so but eventually got lost in the sensation of sharing the taste of your arousal with Heeseung. It made your lips tingle, toes curling against Jay’s shoulders. 

“Ah…”

Every inch of your skin became a magnet for Heeseung’s lips as he kept himself busy, rubbing at your tits, fully aware of the havoc he’d wreaked with Jay. He supposed that’s one thing he shared in common with you— getting on Jay’s nerves when he felt like it. 

Oh, were you feeling absolutely dizzy now, and even more so when a plush pair of lips you’d been missing began to make out with your pussy. 

You exhaled harshly and glimpsed down your body at the blond tending to your aching mound. All that softness previously on display was gone; Jay’s never looked more starved than he did now, grip fierce on your thighs whilst plunging his tongue into your pussy.    

“Oh fuck, Jay—!“

He wasn’t messing around. With each heavy drag of his hot tongue on your clit, your muscles seized, breath growing shorter and shorter, your body on the brink of an orgasm. 

Heeseung latched onto your tit and rolled your other nipple under his fingers, watching your desperate expression from beneath his lashes. 

With the incredible sensations you were experiencing all over the pleasure points of your body, you were done for. 

Jay reveled in the fact that you couldn’t keep your plush thighs from squeezing tightly around his head. He was just as attentive to your responses as Heeseung, his kisses to your clit pushing you over the edge as your eyes fluttered shut. 

Shocks of pleasure traveled up your core, causing spasms throughout your entire body. The boys couldn’t get enough of your precious moans echoing off your bedroom walls, and Jay seemed to be enjoying your high as much as you were. You felt his moans rumble against your skin— had a feeling he was savoring every drop of you.  

Heeseung fondly ran his fingers through strands of your hair strewn across the sheets while your limbs were awash with ecstasy. Despite your twitching, you felt Jay continue to dip between your thighs and gather your creamy release on his tongue. Shortly after, he crept over your body and reached for your jaw, his eyes trained on yours as you felt his cock scorch against your abdomen.

“Open,” He urged, and not a second later, you were mindlessly offering him your tongue. 

Your cream dribbled from the tip of his tongue onto yours, like honey— and just before the strand could break, he sealed his lips over yours, stroking deeply and slowly into your mouth like he wanted you to blackout in his arms from lack of oxygen.

Oh god…

After all that, you managed to let out a breathless chuckle and offer Jay a bashful smile which he returned.

“So, did we somewhat make up for our shameless, deranged behavior?” He asked. 

Well. You supposed you could say you weren’t nearly as put off by the secret perversions that took place over the past several months as you were 30 minutes ago.

You swallowed thickly, adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you pressed your sticky thighs together. “Yeah… a bit.”

“Just ‘a bit’ she says. Good thing we have more gifts,” Heeseung exchanged a look of amusement with Jay and kneeled by your side.

He began to stroke himself over the jet black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, brazenly shooting you a heated look as he did.

Without thinking, you reached out to touch him, and his large hand immediately covered yours, guiding you to squeeze along his thick cock and feel him up as you pleased. You just couldn’t get your hands on enough of him— either of them.

Heeseung clicked his tongue.

“Wanna open mine?”

—

A/N CONT.

Yay, I can finally add something to Jay’s repertoire! It was fun to see what naturally came out on the page for him in this fic, he ended up being Very Daddy. 😵‍💫 I actually started a femdom sub!Jay fic months ago but never got around to finishing it so I’m glad some other anons requested more of him lmao

I wasn’t sure if I’d like writing a threesome fic, but I thought I’d try it out– I didn’t hate it. A threesome tit sucking scene had been a long time comin 🤭 ANYWAYS Hee was a nice contrast to Jay in this as I’m still high off of him in NIIY. 🥰 This is also my first time writing in some aspects of a Daddy kink, but I’m still exploring it. Let me know if you enjoyed that aspect bc I know I usually tend towards more switch dynamics in my fics?

I was about to write a part 2, but I gotta get the other requests done! Also random but not, I feel like perv Hee is just a running joke in this fandom on here, so I’m just keeping the legend alive (again), he’s the official panty thief ™

As always, reblog, like or follow me if you enjoyed and check out my masterlist for more fics ⚰️🖤 It’s appreciated!

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[willownwisp]

cold woes

iii. in sickness and in health. (re4r!leon x gn!reader)

author's note: sorry for the late post lovely ppl, i was out the whole day to shop for clothes and buy gifts bc it's my niece's birthday tomorrow and then tumblr decided to become a bitch and won't let me post grr i'll also be posting the fourth one later as an early treat because i'll most likely be busy partying. anyw! i hope you all are doing well! hehe, a little spoiler. the fourth post is actually the one i wanna post the most bc i tried switching up my writing style for the ehem the nsfw. thank you to @valkyrurr the sweetest ever, had followed her advuce on how to post and FINALLY.

cw: cliche sick leon and reader babying him, sfw, fluffy fluff, food

part 3 of ree's leon valentine's day advent

The rain fell in a light drizzle, a soft pitter-patter tapping outside her window. The sky was gray, hazy in the early morning with a thin mist rolling in, dispersing slowly in the cool air.

You reach your arms out and drag your fingers along the glass, the trickle of raindrops slide down the window and you shiver at the sight of rain. You retract your hand to grab the ladle, and hum as you stir the pot that was already bubbling, and you smile.

Unbeknownst to you, there is a rustle in your bed sheets with Leon in a mood because of the fact that he didn't wake up next to you. Leon, juts out his bottom lip slightly in a pout, as he looks at the droplets falling on his window.

Leon groans and sniffs, his footsteps heavy as he exits your shared bedroom only to be greeted by the homey scent of aromatics. He smiles knowing that you must be in the kitchen, he is led on by the scent alone and before you could register Leon's presence a pair of strong arms is wrapped around your waist, dragging you backwards.

"Thought you'd take responsibility and nurse me?"

Leon asks, his voice thick with sleep, and you smile.

"Babe, I am."

You grin as you turn to face him just to watch his expression, but he denies that as Leon dives his face on the crook of your neck. Breathing you in.

"What's that?"

A gentle smile graces your lips as Leon nuzzles you.

"It's chicken congee. Good for colds."

You chuckle a bit as you feel a smile ghosting on Leon's lips.

"Feed me."

He mumbled, his words muffled against your skin as his hands snake underneath your t-shirt—his t-shirt, his calloused hands gripping on your waist.

"I feel cold."

He adds on before wrapping his arms around your bare waist again before he presses a kiss on your neck, on your cheek. This intimacy, the lingering kisses, the tight embrace. Leon had always been clingy, despite his nonchalant act on it, but he couldn't deny how touchy he was.

For Leon, you are his peace. His solace, and for a moment it was just the gentle sound of rain, both of your syncopated breaths, and the soft thrumming of heartbeats. The only music ringing in both your ears.

You smile as you both gaze at each other's loving eyes.

"I'll warm you up."

Leon smiles at your reply, these same words were what he uttered t you during that camping trip when you had clumsily forgotten to bring something warmer, and him being the loving boyfriend that he is, had given you his jacket. Leading to a cold, he couldn't fathom how he, Leon S. Kennedy, top graduate in the Police Academy,  decimated hordes of zombies in his first day as a rookie cop, endured military training in the middle of nowhere.

Not only that, but he saved Ashley Graham, the President's daughter, in the middle of fucking nowhere Spain. He doesn't get a cold that easily, and yet here he is. He doesn't regret it, he likes taking care of you, but there's something adorable about the way you had said the exact same words as him now. Matching his love for you, and to say he's over the moon is an understatement.

Here you are, dragging him back to bed with a bowl of homecooked congee, water and meds as you tuck him in like a baby.

You join him in bed, spoon in hand as you attempt to feed him.

"I'm not a baby. Can feed myself, you know."

Leon scoffs but you narrow his eyes at him and he chuckles.

"Don't give me that look, I thought you were gonna make it up to me."

You frown and he relents, letting you feed him, fuss over him like he would break. The feeling was foreign to the agent, being taken care of.

"I am, so let me."

You reply earnestly and he smiles.

Major Krauser had instilled in him, a man eat man mindset, but there you are devoted in your care for him and he ponders the last time he had ever felt this secure, this peaceful.

With every reluctant bite turning into more willing actions, you smile. Pressing a kiss to Leon's lips and he smiles slyly.

"You're gonna catch it, you know."

You shrug and giggle.

"I do, but I love you and I want to kiss you. Nothing wrong kissing my boyfriend."

You bat your eyelashes playfully at him and he scoffs, but his blue eyes are gentle and only reflect fondness. He gives you another sweet kiss, this time, sweeping his tongue on your upper lip before pulling away.

"Of course there's nothing wrong, I love you too."

In that moment, Leon thinks, in the future he's gonna need to change that boyfriend into husband.

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[starryficsfinishwen]

✧。◟ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ! — PGR Men x reader

last night, I laid in bed so blue / then I realized the truth!

summary // how do your favorite constructs kiss you?

a.n. - post Valentine's post :D I've been so busy with irl lately, I only just got back on my Tumblr 🫠 how'd your valentine's go?(I had a date with my school project :'D so peinful)

pairing(s) - lee, chrome, wanshi, kamui, camu, watanabe, noan, roland, noctis x f!commandant (and can be gender neutral!) (separate!)

content // suggestive LOL basically how your favorite playable characters would kiss you scenarios~

dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Lee: Hyperreal

Kissing Lee is like breathing.

Inhaling, in the way his hands are on your jaw, the little smile on your lips when his breath fans yours. Breathing in, the smell of the cologne you've gifted him makes you dizzy in a good way, the softest brush of his mouth on the corner of your lips. Taking in, the taste of chocolate; bitter as the coffee you made the first time, yet morphs into something so sweet as sugar cookies, and you can feel him smiling as your lips meet, savoring every drop he offers—

Exhaling, as Lee pulls away to give you air, foreheads touching, because you are both too intertwined to move away from one another.

“We made quite a mess here,” you giggled.

The newly-made kitchen of the Gray Raven base is as messy as a child's breakfast: pots and pans strung everywhere, chocolates and other liquids splattered all over the counter, the drain is probably clogging for some reason (it was Lee's fault), and there was a burnt cake placed somewhere (your fault) but you both never minded those.

“I told you to let me handle all the baking,” Lee huffs, thumbs unconsciously caressing your jaw, “You had to be so stubborn.”

“I knew what I was doing,” you pout, “You always follow the recipe, even though you could just do some feeling!”

“I am starting to doubt your feelings. Remember the first-”

“-not another word.”

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry to burst your bubble.” Lee smiles at you, hands now placed beside your legs on the table you sat on, “We might as well clean up and just order something else.”

“Nooo,” you whine, tugging on his 'Kiss the Cook' apron, “The last cake is in the oven. It'll be done. I promise, it will taste yummy.”

Your lover laughs, his head rubbing your cheek, “Remind me again why we are baking?”

“It was supposed to be my surprise for you for Valentine's.” You admit, sighing, “You had to come and ruin it.”

Everything feels natural; his body fills in the gaps in yours. His head rests on your neck, your hand on his cheek and hair, his arms on your waist. You breathe in the same air, laughing off the smell of the burnt cake from earlier.

“I'm sorry,” he softly murmurs, his lips lightly kissing your neck, “...at least I get to take you out tonight.”

“Tonight?” Did you have a plan for tonight?

“Yes. I reserved a table for us at the restaurant you like.”

What a surprise. Pulling away to look at Lee's cerulean eyes, you somehow realized something:

“I thought you hated dining outside of our lounge.”

“I do,” Lee purses his lips, before sighing, “but I know we've been busy and you wanted to eat outside. Besides, it's still practical because of the restaurant's offer for Valentine's.”

Ah, this man is so smooth. You already knew that it wasn't just for that reason. Leaning to press your lips into his, you could feel your heart leap out of joy. You could hear the ting of the oven, but you never cared. You only wanted Lee's kiss— Lee's love, in the form of inhaling, taking in, exhaling.

“Commandant,” Lee pulls away slightly, whispering, “the cake-”

“I love you, Lee,” you giggled, hands threading in his hair as you purposely let your leg catch that particular spot that made him shudder, “You're so sly.”

“...You better finish what you've started, Commandant.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Chrome: Glory

Kissing Chrome is needy.

It's hot, it's heavy— his hands that grasped your shoulders, almost afraid you'd disappear if he wasn't careful; yet, still so gentle— his lips on yours are so soft, you feel like you'd melt if he wasn't holding you.

“I missed you,” Chrome mumbles when he parted from yours for air, “I missed you so damn much.”

It's not a common occurrence for the both of you to be away from each other. He was the Captain of Strike Hawk, and you had your own team. But to be away from the public eye, to be in some random corner of the streets, as your heavy breathing mingled with one another and your bodies touching, you remember that you couldn't be away from your lover far too long now.

“I missed you, Chrome, I missed you, too.” You could sob from the intensity of your situation, hands reaching for whatever part of him—his shoulders, his arms, his cheek— “Thank God, I can finally see you.”

“Me too,” Chrome breathes, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, “I couldn't wait any longer.”

“Do you still have more appointments?”

“I do,” he groans, frustration evident on his pretty face, “I still have to meet a few more people...”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” Chrome is the one who apologizes instead, starry eyed twinkling that made you frown instead.

It's always busy and no rest days. Apart from your lover being such a dependable leader, sometimes, your greed makes you want to steal him away. But alas, as you caress his cheek, the cool touch of his skin underneath your fingertips, it makes you lean onto him, lips kissing his jaw.

“[Y/N]...?”

“I missed your touch,” You admit, hands now on his cheeks, “I missed your face. I missed your hands, your kisses— I don't want to be away from you longer.”

Was it your position that somehow made you hot? Or was it the way Chrome leaned more into you, kisses reaching every inch of your face, to your chin, to your exposed jaw— you stifle a quiet moan, as Chrome nips at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, something that you've never touched before, something that was a step closer into your relationship.

“I am trying so hard not to overwhelm you, [Y/N]. I missed you so badly,” Chrome groans, “but finally seeing you, finally being able to touch you...I want to show you how much I missed you, but I'm afraid it'll be too much...”

“Don't stop,” Boldly, you proclaimed, hands running through his hair, disrupting it into a messy one, “Let's go home, Chrome. Show me how much you've missed me, and I'll show you mine.”

Pulling away so slightly, Chrome's turquoise irises reflecting a darker shade amidst the light from the crack of the corner. In between those eyes and your pending responsibilities, you already made your decision. As you feel Chrome's hold on your hips, you pressed your lips to him.

“I hope you'll stay true to that offer, [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Wanshi: Hypnos

Kissing Wanshi is dreamy.

In the tender tones of daylight, the artificial sun bleeding into your skin. There are too many touches all at once, but neither the two of you bother to pull away. Wanshi's lips find your skin without a hassle, humming when you swallow your laughs. He's everywhere— your hand, your arm, your shoulder, the dip of your breasts, your clavicle— everywhere but your face.

“Wanshi,” you purred, never bothering to open your eyes, “you're so needy...”

“Hush, let me dream a bit longer,” your lover sighs in your neck, nibbling your skin, “it's not everyday I get to kiss you like this.”

“We'll both be late at this point. Didn't you say Captain Chrome warned you already?”

“He already put those rules before,” he pauses, yawning, arms now wrapped possessively around your waist, “I'm exempted.”

“I won't be surprised if you get to be deprived of your capsule for another week...”

“Hey, this is about us today,” he murmurs, lightly kissing the side of your neck, “I don't want to hear another man's name in our bed...”

Your lover never learns. But still, you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. It's his problem anyways, not yours. As you giggle, your hand finds itself cupping Wanshi's soft cheeks, squeezing it.

“Wanshi, darling, we really need to get up soon. I also have work.”

You could feel Wanshi pouting against your skin. Without a warning, he gets on top of you, golden eyes looking at you. “Five minutes. Give me five more minutes, and I'll let you go.”

As you were about to ask what he meant, Wanshi leans down to capture your lips with his. You squeak from surprise, but in the end, you couldn't help but submit to his whims. His soft lips, the love that permeates from him, slipping in so deeply into you as you felt yourself buried deeper into the sheets. Your hand finds his, intertwining as he leads it above your head. Forget your job, forget that it's another shitty work day; it's only you and Wanshi, in your bed, and his dreamy kisses.

You love Wanshi, and you'd always pick him, despite his sleepy circumstances, despite everything else.

“Mm...Wanshi, give me more than five minutes.” You mutter, letting your legs wrap around his waist, pressing into him.

“Oh?”

“Yes, nngh, you win this time. Now, give me more kisses.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Kamui: Tenebrion

Kissing Kamui is like catching the sun in both hands.

More like a surprise; playful shouting as he wins another round of your favorite game, leaving you dumbfounded in your chair. You love your man so much that you'd rather see him with that goofy smile on his face. But sometimes, some victories feel like they are being rubbed hard on your face.

“Haha! This is the third time now!”

“Alright, alright,” you shrug, placing the controller down, watching Kamui lead out of his seat, “You win.”

“Does this mean I get to have the seat for a week?”

“A month, too, if you want,” you shrug again, “Congratulations, Kamui.”

It's his playful character that made you fall for him in the first place— a unique laughter, the way his eyes crinkled with delight, how Kamui's feet would curl. But unbeknownst to him, however, you had another trick on your sleeve.

“Time for a free round!”

“No, thank you,” you flutter your eyes at him, “I'd like to see you play for now. I might get you next time if I watch your movements.”

Kamui laughs instead, making your stomach jump, “Babe, just watch, then. But I'm sure that I'll win again like always.”

As Kamui positions, your plan goes into play. He won't win against you, the real mastermind of the game.

Kamui's eyes glimmer as he focuses intently on the game. Somehow, in the middle of scoring another new record, his mind lands on you.

“[Y/N]? You seem qui-”

When he turns his head, he is met with a surprise kiss on his lips. Kissing Kamui always felt like reaching for the sun in your hands, especially this way: the surprised sound from his lips when they met yours, the softest yet so hot as he absentmindedly drops his console, reaching to hold you; Kamui doesn't hesitate to kiss you back with the same intensity— tongue tasting his favorite drink on yours, the smell of your perfume, and the dizzying heat when he refuses the pull away, in spite of your little plan.

You squeak when Kamui gently pushes you onto the sofa, him breaking away to find your saliva strung together on both of your lips. The game plays in the background, forgotten as Kamui straddles you. Looking back at his glinting eyes, you seem to miss this in your equation.

“Really, [Y/N]?”

“Y-you didn't have to- I-I thought you'd-”

“Tsk, tsk,” Kamui laughs, thumb caressing your swollen lips, “[Y/N], you already knew I'd let you win. I guess you'll be getting your present early, then~”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Camu: Crocotta

Kissing Camu is like snow on the beach.

So rare, so sudden. It's the rumble of the vending machine of some unknown brand, dropping a new kind of food. Was it edible?

“So they really did put up these things.”

It's the low sound of Camu's husky voice surprising you on a random sunny afternoon. You quickly pick up the food, presenting it in front of him, “Do you mean this?”

Camu takes the food from your hand. It's a cake in a can, you presume, as it is written boldly on the cover. Squinting his eyes, Camu effortlessly tears off the lid without the use of the safety pin. At this point, such a scenario no longer surprises you.

“A cake in the can?”

“A cake in the can.” Camu affirms, giving it back to you, “It was a staple for the Japanese vending machines back in the Golden Age.”

The little treat (although forced open) seemed cute. Using the spoon provided, you took a few bites. Immediately, a yummy flavor pours into your mouth, making you squeal with joy. You quickly taste more.

“Mmh! It's so sweet~!”

“Yeah, they're usually really sweet.”

Taking a large spoonful, you hold it out to Camu. “Would you like some?”

Hesitant. Camu looks at you, somehow judging you (do you usually hold out food to random people?), yet cautiously leans down to your height. His eyes never leave yours as he takes a bite, even until he gulps it down. Your eyes twinkle as you notice your joy reflected in his, signaling the sweet taste of the dessert.

“What do you think?”

“...it is very sweet.”

“I really want to eat more of this~” you grin, “let me order-”

Camu holds your shoulder, causing you to stop. When you turned to look back at him, focused dark eyes looked at you.

“Wait.”

Camu leans forward, his face inches away from yours. As you feel your temperature grow higher, you only notice Camu's thumb caress the corner of your mouth.

“...you had a bit of cream there.”

Did you only notice Camu's handsomeness just now? Or was it because of the close proximity? His breath is cool on your lips, pretty dark eyes devoid of any harshness that he usually portrays, yet the subtle softness of his features somehow made him look more handsome up close. It makes you want to kiss him.

“I'm sorry?”

Snapping out of your reverie, you blink at him, “Huh?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Crap. You and your thoughts! You groan, trying to mask your reddening embarrassment, “Ah, Camu, I'm so sorry, I didn't-”

But Camu closes the gap anyways. It catches you off guard at first, but his kiss is cool and warm at the same time, almost felt like bathing in the sea amidst the snow. You taste the sweet cake on his lips, the smell of peppermint invading your senses. It is only a short while, ending as fast as it started. When he pulls away, you find dark eyes reflecting your emotion: curiosity.

“...ah-!”

“Technically, we indirectly kissed already.”

Camu points at the spoon, realization dawning on you. You squeak, trying to assess more of the situation. But Camu, with a small smile on his lips despite the deepening blush on his cheeks, coughs, “...I guess it's time for me to ask you out later during the Valentine's event, then.”

You were about to ask what the deal was about, until your mind whirred back to his initial words.

“I thought you don't like Valentine's?”

“I don't like Valentines.” He said.

“So why...?”

Camu, turning away from you, before looking back with a smile on his face, “I like you, obviously.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Watanabe: Epitaph

Kissing Watanabe is always a surprise.

It's when you least expected it. From the sudden kisses in front of children, to meet ups in the warehouse, and even in random times of the day. Watanabe would always keep surprising you, you almost think it's a routine at this point (God Bless your heart; hopefully his antics won't kill you before your fated day).

However, lately, it's almost not happening.

“Hello, [Y/N],” your lover greets you as he passes by, opting to continue talking to the man beside him. You retract your expectant hands.

“Watch out, [Y/N].” Watanabe calmly catches you by your hips, when a child nearly hits you with the ball. You wanted to reach out, but he was already walking away.

“I'll be taking that.” And gone was the playful kiss on your shoulder, instead, it was a smile on his lips as he took the supplies and left you in the dark. What the hell was going on?

On a random evening, he started to avoid you on purpose.

“Watanabe!” You cried out as you watched him disappear from the sea of people.

It was the nth time of you trying to track him down that day. Tired from running around, you slump against the wall, tears filling your eyes. Your tears began to escape your eyes as the atmosphere around you, despite it being Valentine's, was full of love and laughter.

What did you do wrong? Watanabe is your lover, one you've long promised to be with forever. But what was forever if he no longer looked at your way?

“Miss [Y/N]?”

Sniffling away your tears, you looked up to see one of the Forsaken soldiers. “Y-yes?”

“...are you alright?”

“Y-yes, yes,” you were not, but you still stood up, facing the soldier, “What do you need?”

“Could you kindly come with me to the warehouse? I need someone to inspect the weapons before we head out tomorrow.”

Wordlessly, you follow the construct. Your mind swims in a hazy sea of doubts and self depreciation. Should you leave this place? Go back to Babylonia? You are still welcome there, last time you checked. But the people...

It didn't take a while before you both arrived at the destination. Stepping inside the dark warehouse, you failed to notice that the door behind you closed. As you ran to pry it open, from the corner of your eyes, you saw a lone light shine in the middle of the dark warehouse.

It's Watanabe.

All of your anger rushes to your brain. Your legs move quicker, however, sprinting to reach out to the estranged man.

“You selfish little-”

“[Y/N]-”

Anything Watanabe says is fast, but your reflexes are faster. You held onto his arms, your tears of anger flowing as you cried out.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I know, I know-”

“Do you know how sad and angry I am at you? For leaving me with no answers?”

Watanabe does not answer. He lets you speak.

“Why? What did I do wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I am aware, yes.” He answers, sorrowful, “I am sorry for treating you that way, [Y/N]. I know I shouldn't have done that, but my actions hurt you instead.”

“Then why did you do it?”

Watanabe doesn't answer. Instead, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, genuine sadness reflecting in his expression.

“I have been thinking. And I made up my mind.”

He caresses your cheeks with such reverence, it almost makes you melt. “...being away from you is so cruel. I wanted to make such a heavy decision, to leave you so you could be with another human, but I realized that I was just like you— I would be angry, too.”

Watanabe leans down, your forehead touching, “I want to be greedy for you, [Y/N]. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Suddenly, you were aware of the weight of your words from earlier. You weren't mad; you were devastated. Should this man, the love of your life, leave you, what becomes of you, then?

“Watanabe...”

You tug on his collar, whispering, “Don't go. Kiss me, please.”

Kissing Watanabe really is a surprise. It's fulfilling, in a way that completes you like a puzzle, his warm lips on yours. You love him just as much as he loves you, perhaps more— it's agonizing, it's too much, yet you crave for him; he is all you have. When he reluctantly pulls away, he whispers your name.

The lights of the warehouse turn on. And behind him, a dazzling display of flowers and pictures are shown.

“What-”

“I know it's not much, unlike the luxuries in Babylonia,” Watanabe kneels down, the glittering stone on the engraved jewelry in his hand, “But this is all from every corner of my heart; I love you, my [Y/N]. Please accept my proposal.”

You couldn't hold your tears anymore— from anger, they turned into immense joy. The answer has long been spoken.

“Marry me, my [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noan: Arca

Kissing Noan is sweet.

Little kisses and noises of joy as you take breaks in between your book reading. It's his warm hand on top of yours, the other busy flipping through the pages. Noan's voice is a soothing lullaby, a gentle lull as he reads the passages for you.

“It's quite ironic,” Noan breaks away from the book, putting it aside as he brushes away the hair covering your face, “I thought you wanted me to read to you.”

There you were, comfortably laying on his lap, watching him with tired eyes. Slightly pouting, you weakly tugged on his scarf, “Noan, why did you stop...”

“My lap isn't very comfortable to sleep in. Let's move you back to your base.”

“Nooo,” you stubbornly shook your head, trying not to let Noan stand, “Finish reading the book, please? You're almost at the exciting part...”

Sighing, Noan picks up the book. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, one of the books that caught Noan's attention. Driven by your immense curiosity and how Noan was itching to read the story, judging by its summary, you thought it was a nice idea to let him read to you. It's hitting two birds with one stone!

“I don't get how you're so interested in the book,” Noan asks, flipping back to the page where he left, “You're already falling asleep.”

You don't have the heart to tell him you've already read it while you were still in the F.O.S. “Well, I think the concept is neat.”

“The concept of a man who has the body parts of dead people off killing people just to appease his creator?”

You shrugged, “I mean...”

Noan laughs, fingers idly drifting and drawing circles on your cheek, “Just tell me that you're just doing this because you think that I'm interested in it.”

“Are you not?” You turned to catch brown eyes looking at you with mirth.

“In a way, yeah.”

You pondered for a bit, trying to remember the contents of the book. Lifting your hand to cup Noan's cheeks, you huffed, “Y'know, you remind me a bit of the monster.”

Quickly catching yourself with your words (to which Noan laughs), “I mean, minus the killing. Wait, no, I mean-”

“Okay, okay, something related to that?”

“Yes, that.” You grinned, “the monster wasn't supposed to mean any harm. He simply wanted the attention and love from his creator.”

Your lover, in a way, was similar to the monster of the book. Rebuilt and revived, nearly as a killing machine. But does a killing machine have to look this beautiful in the hazy afternoon glow? Noan's lips parted for a bit, before pursing them. Lifting your head, you snuck in a short kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You're similar yet different from the monster, Noan.” You murmured, closing your eyes as you inhaled his smell, “Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”

Noan chuckles, lightly squeezing your cheeks, “and you tell me you've never read the book before-”

“I didn't disagree, didn't I?”

“Hmm...”

“Noan,” you whispered, “Unlike Frankenstein's story, you are never feared, nor despised.”

You kissed Noan. It's sweet— the taste of the cookies you gave, the herbal tea; his lips that were made to kiss yours, to fit; and Noan, who went through too much, was yours to protect forevermore.

“You are loved, even more than your creator.”

When you pull away, deep red tinted his cheeks and ears, which made you laugh. “Well, Noan?”

“Mm...I should stop reading the book since you already know-”

“Keep going, please?” You purred, “I like you reading to me.”

“...mh, fine, you're lucky I like you.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Roland: Flambeau

Kissing Roland is, well, comedic.

He's laughing; the crescendo plays a melodic tune, as he plays his role. Your lover is a clown at this point, laughing manically with every step he takes.

But you love him anyway. You love your clown.

“Roland, dear,” you giggle, “Remind me again what's my role?”

He pauses, before approaching you. “Mi amor,” Roland reaches out to your hand, kissing it, “You are the lead of this play!”

As he continues to play his role, you are sitting in front of him, on a fancy chair. For Valentine's, you half-expected Roland to join the theatre, however, he was here in front of you— with only you as the audience and apparently the lead as well.

“What do I do?”

“Sit prettily there,” Roland winks, “That's your role.”

“Alright. Do I still get compensated?”

“Hush, the climax of this story is now nearly in full bloom.”

With a crisp spin, Roland turns to face you, the spotlight hitting every nice angle he had. In his hand, a single, beautifully blooming rose.

“Mi amor, my love, my light,” Roland began his monologue, “Though it has been a very long journey and story, here we are, still alive.”

Ah, you realized this scene now. The first proper confession.

Roland walks to you, despite his clownish appearance, he genuinely had a sweet smile on his face. “Damned by those who defy our circumstances; from this day forward, I am yours, as much as you are mine.”

He looks at you, with gentle hands holding your cheek, “What do you say, mi amor?”

In the original story, you ran away out of fear. But you were in a new scenario with him now. Smiling, you dragged him to you with his shirt, “Hmm, sounds missing.”

You wink at Roland, “Ah, I know now.”

Without a warning, you closed the gap in between your lips. Roland eases into you easily; grasping at hands, responding to your move. It's still soft, his lips that make you dream of oceans and theatre plays— it makes you want more.

But Roland pulls away, chuckling, “Well, that certainly wasn't part of the script.”

“You kept missing the cues,” you stuck your tongue out, “I merely filled in the gaps.”

“That's my girl,” Roland praises, “My perfect muse, my perfect actress.”

Comedic, in a way that it's the perfect timing. You leaned further to kiss him more.

“Mm, I still have a few ideas you can add to your script.”

Roland's hand in your hips tightened, mirroring your smile, “Do tell, we should execute it afterwards.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noctis: Indomitus

Kissing Noctis is wild.

In how he holds you effortlessly in one hand. You grasp where your hands could reach, but you could only breathe in. In how Noctis's voice sends shivers. A melody that echoes so long.

His lips are begging to be with you. It's almost painful.

“[Y/N], [Y/N],” Noctis whines, “Please, let me touch you.”

“We are in a public area, Noctis,” you whisper, aware of his creeping fingers on your pants, “Mmh, it's not just me...”

Your lover was supposed to be a grown man, but who knew his neediness could make him such a needy child?

“Please, please, I promise it won't take long,” He groaned as his fingers rubbed your thighs, “I'll be very quick.”

Sighing, you try to look around you. Making sure that no one else could see, you pulled Noctis closer, lips mere inches away from one another.

“Be quick, okay?”

And you trust Noctis. Kissing him is wild— as if asking to be breathed back to life, he kisses you with such fervor. Never minding touchy hands, it's so hot that you unconsciously opened the buttons on your shirt. Noctis loves hard and harder, the beating of his heart a testament. His tongue on yours, hands everywhere else.

“Thank you,” he cries out, making you throb, “I owe you so much...”

“How about pushing it past my limits today, Noctis?”

Without a word, Noctis slips into you for one more stolen kiss. “You have my word, then, [Y/N].”

Writing this half asleep HAHAHAHAHSHSHA

— starry

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biblically accurate rowen : is for art of non-kitty me, for blacklisting purposes (i like to not be reminded i am a person when im scrolling thru my own blog) mspaint animations : for when i animate things on mspaint (onion skin is for cowards i let my heart guide me) rowens animatics : are for when i make, animatics, its really self explainatory. rowens advertising : is for when i advertise my products or twitch or commisions or whatever. for blacklisting purposes the mewsifixtion : is for when i give out easter eggs 2 ppl who send me asks. asks for this are currently CLOSED rowensumptions : are for when ppl send me headcannons they have abt me thru asks S teir wimpering : for the text postre ive made that r actualey funny rows gross old ort : for when i reblog old art of mine i tag all asks with the username of the person who asked them, so if u want to find a previous ask of yours i answered you can just search your own username i also try to tag asks i answer with the date of when they were sent to me, and the date i actually drew them, because the queue can make this confusing,,, i cant really retroactively see the send date of posts i made before this tagging change, so some we will simpley nevr know,,, dates are written in american date format. so month-day-year i always tag the software i use for each artwork, but its pretty much always MSPaint (Win10), though i occasionally do image editing in Asesprite

the gray and white kitty i draw most frequently is my catsona! he is not an oc and is specifically meant to represent me

i ask that you please do not use drawings of him as personal branding (such as pfps, banners, avatars, ect.)

the samething applies to my fursona, valentine, though his design changes too much to give an accurate ref for, i generally will specify in the tags

i am generally fine with people saying that my catsona is cute but please dont make any overly explicit comments about my fursona, or on my posts in general. i am a minor (i dont care if you say like, ouyhh bark bark i love men i get it hes meant to be attractive but use some common sense)

furthermore. for people who have blogs with alot of untagged sexually explicit content its best you dont interact with me, i have my age set properly, so i do not see sexual posts that are properly flagged, but if your posts ARENT flagged, and you interact WITH ME, then thats on YOU for exposing a minor for sexually explicit content

if you have minors DNI in your bio and make a whole song and dance abt how ggrrr!!! i block ageless blogs and minors!!! and then go and reblog my posts with sexual comments then thats on you. and not me.

i dont care that much frankly, about seeing joke posts abt penis or whatever, but there is a line. and if you are trying to curate a specifically adult space on your blog then you also have to put in the work to not intentionally loop minors into that

also. please do not act overly familiar with me, im a 16 yr old on the internet and not your friend. and while i am not opposed to meeting people on tumblr, there is a line and you need to actually build some kind of relationship with me before youre allowed to act like that.

u can find me on tumblr (duh) : @pastadoughie : my main @leftoverdough : is my reblog sideblog @scungledfiles : is the web graphics blog i run w/ my friend (@soggiedsocks) (though we havent been as active as of late cuz mentol ealness + i have been fopcusing moar on this blog) youtube : pastadoughie (i havent posted in 6 months ouhm, oops,) twitch : pastadoughie DA : pastadough (this is very very dead and i dont really indend on using it more unless massive changes r made 2 DA,, i keep it here for archival purposes though) etsy : scungledthings (i also share this with @soggiedsocks, when contacting my shop you will most likely be talking to him and not me.) if you would like to contact me FOR COMMISIONS directly you can also do so discord : pastadough email : [email protected] PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ONLY BUISNESS INQUIRIES!! stupid shit should be sent via ask or tumblr dm. DO NOT FLOOD MY EMAIL!! i WILL block you!! --- Last Updated : 4-14-2024

#new pinned post verey kewl #the beast speaks #rowens liddol guys

[whorediaries-09]

girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #marauders #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black smut #the marauders #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #marauders era #sirius black thoughts #sirius black x oc #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanart #sirius being sirius #sirius black fluff #sirius black angst #fanfiction #james & peter & remus & sirius

[peeweekey]

i visited idiot street and everyone knew your name!

part i, part ii, part iii

a/n: i wrote this for valentines last month and only got around posting it now, here you go!

synopsis: the three times you friendzoned Alhaitham, and the one he made damn sure you didn't.

tags: alhaitham/reader ; childhood friends to lovers ; school setting ; valentine's day special ; reader likes sewing

“S–sorry! These are for you!”

A breathy utterance, the girl speaking is shy and completely red in the face, while holding out the pink paper bag like an offering to some higher being—and maybe to her, he is.

You swear you can almost hear the cheesy background music that television shows play with these types of scenes, you lean in as much as your desk will let you and strain to hear his response. Gripping the wood of your desk tight. Some of your other classmates are tuning in too, drama hungry vultures they are, you can feel the buzzing energy of anticipation waiting for his answer.

Without missing a beat, he offers her a shallow nod of his head.

“Thanks.”

…and another one bites the dust.

Slumping back in your chair, you gaze at a disheartening confession scene from your seat across the room, picking idly at your sandwich’s crust, sighing to yourself and for the poor girl that has been plainly rejected by Alhaitham.

The whole class either lets out sounds of disappointment—they only wish that once Alhaitham is off market, they’d have their chance, though you doubt it—or loud sighs of relief—aka, those who, too, wish to make themselves known to him. They all don’t register much to you though. All you can see is her crushed expression.

He isn’t even looking at her for goodness sake. Poor girl.

Valentine’s day is not only a day of cheesy confessions and plush teddy bears and chocolate (though you especially enjoy those), for those lonely souls without a valentine it is the perfect day for witnessing the drama unfold. It’s like watching a telenovela in real time.

Alhaitham is that telenovela’s perfect lead.

He’s breathtakingly handsome even as he delivers the driest response to whatever-her-name’s confession. His gray-silver hair tumbles artfully on his head and glints as the afternoon sun outside hits just right. The aquamarine of his eyes are enrapturing and absolutely intense as he stares down his new goodie bag.

It’s a little silly to see such a stoic man gripping heartsy pink gift bags that are filled with the high quality chocolate you can only dream of. His marble-carved physique and top tier face makes up for it though, it makes it all the more endearing to you. You understand wholeheartedly why he’s such a magnet for so much romantic attention. Not that you’d fall victim to it yourself.

You find yourself unable to conceal the way your lips turn upwards in amusement, a little cruel knowing the situation. Taking a generous bite of your sandwich, you laugh to yourself quietly (honestly, you’re making it seem like you’re not all there).

“What’s so funny?”

Summoned by your laugh—or the thought that you are laughing at him, for some not-so-crazy reason—he stands tall in front of your desk.

You’ve known him since your bratty elementary school phases, you’ve fought, pulled at each other’s hair but you consider Alhaitham to be your closest and oldest friend. Before he was a stunning romantic magnet, he was an insufferable book worm in junior high.

When you started exploring your interest in sewing and fashion design, he was by your bed and bluntly critiquing any piece you’d show him. You have come a long way since then, having become an integral member of the fashion design club.

You crane your neck to look at him, giving him a lazy grin, you kick blindly at his shins from underneath the table in an attempt to draw some form of reaction (though he doesn’t even bat an eye).

“Nothing, nothing,” you wave him off, speaking through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly. “As long as you’re on the market, there won’t be enough for the rest of us.”

He gives you a look, though you can’t take it as seriously, he’s still holding all those valentines. “Irrelevant. Your sense of humor needs fixing, not even Cyno would find you entertaining.”

“First off, I do not appreciate all this sass.”

His lips twitch. “I had quite the persistent teacher.”

This time, you flat out laugh at him. “Whatever,” you snort. “Anyway, you should consider taking up acting. Pretty boys like you will have people salivating like starving wolves.”

He pauses and just stares at you, it’s a little peculiar and totally out of character for him, you tilt your head in confusion.

“Pretty boy?”

You almost choke on your sandwich, bringing a fist to your mouth through coughs. Out of everything you said, that’s what he chooses to focus on?

“Uhm, yeah,” you mutter, laughing sheepishly, and suddenly feeling out of place. Internally, you cringe at yourself. “Have you ever looked in a mirror or something?”

Once the words tumble out of your mouth, you feel the heat of mortification crawling up on the expanse of your skin. Oh my god, do you ever stop talking?

Alhaitham says nothing, he stares you down with the intensity increased by tenfold. If anything, the expression on his flawless face looks displeased.

“I meant platonically, of course,” you blather on, pointedly avoiding eye contact. The table looks especially interesting as of the moment. “I mean—I would never—”

He puts his free hand up, sharply stopping you from going further on your flustered tangent. Something you are all too well acquainted with, Alhaitham does not have much patience for dalliances. Immediately, your jaw locks shut—you’d rather not start a fight with him if you wanted to mooch off all the valentines chocolate he received.

You take another big bite of your sandwich.

You roll your eyes, mumbling. “Okay, whatever. Don’t be a pretty boy, then. As long as I get a share of your chocolate, it’s whatever you want.”

“I didn’t say anything about that,” he deadpans. In his arms, the goodie bags shift as he moves closer.

A small plastic-wrapped chocolate box is dropped inelegantly on your table, resounding with a heavy thump. It’s pink and smells heavily of chocolate and cinnamon. Your eyes widen at the pleasant surprise—but more importantly, the price. A crazed smile curls from your lips, and you clutch the chocolates to your chest.

You gasp. “Oh my—fuck! Haitham, these are like a thousand mora a box!”

Alhaitham raises a perfectly arched brow. “Is that so? I should get it back then.”

Even if you’re pretty sure he’s only messing with you, your hold around the chocolates tightens into a death grip. You turn your chest away from him, shielding the box away from his view.

“That’s too bad,” you sing-song. “No take backs.”

A smug smile tugs at his lips before it completely melts away—the thing that growing up with a boy so ungenerous with his expressions makes these small moments all the more special.

“Then I’ll just have to keep the rest of these for myself.”

“Haitham, no! You promised to share—”

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin #alhaitham genshin #key's-vault

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in February 2024

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ We Ate the Dark by Mallory Pearson 🧡 The Paper Boys by D.P. Clarence 💛 Skater Boy by Anthony Nerada 💚 Your Shadow Half Remains by Sunny Moraine 💙 A Vicious Game by Melissa Blair 💜 Clarion Call by Cayla Fay ❤️ Relit: 16 Latinx Remixes of Classic Stories edited by Sandra Proudman 🧡 The Absinthe Underground by Jamie Pacton 💛 Truthfully, Yours by Caden Armstrong 💙 Outsider by Jade du Preez 💜 Cross My Candy Heart by A.C. Thomas 🌈 The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett

❤️ An Education in Malice by S. T. Gibson 🧡 The Imposition of Unnecessary Obstacles by Malka Ann Older 💛 Never a Bridesmaid by Spencer Greene 💚 The Rewind by Nicole Stiling 💙 Good Christian Girls by Elizabeth Bradshaw 💜 The Fox Maidens by Robin Ha ❤️ The Terrible by Tessa Crowley 🧡 Blood Rage by Ileandra Young 💛 Call of the Sea by Emily B. Rose 💙 Sign Me Up by C.H. Williams 💜 Ways and Means by Daniel Lefferts 🌈 Peaceful in the Dark by A.A. Fairview

❤️ We Are Only Ghosts by Jeffrey L. Richards 🧡 Dead Ringer by Robyn Nyx 💛 Somacultural Liberation by Dr. Roger Kuhn 💚 Stormbringer by Erinn Harper 💙 A Saga of Shields & Shadows by A.J. Shirley 💜 Ghost Town by R.E. Ward ❤️ I Heard Her Call My Name by Lucy Sante 🧡 The Night Alphabet by Joelle Taylor 💛 Remedial Magic by Melissa Marr 💙 Bloom by N.R. Walker 💜 Entwined by Alex Alberto 🌈 Queer Newark edited by Whitney Strub

❤️ Tristan by Jesse Roman 🧡 How to Live Free in a Dangerous World by Shayla Lawson 💛 Daniel, Deconstructed by James Ramos 💚 Of Socialites & Prizefights by Arden Powell 💙 Lost Harbor by Kimberly Cooper Griffin 💜 Hannah Tate, Beyond Repair by Laura Piper Lee ❤️ Bunt! Striking Out on Financial Aid by Ngozi Ukazu & Mad Rupert 🧡 How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly 💛 Blackmailer’s Delight by David Lawrence 💙 Tile M for Murder by Felicia Carparelli 💜 Impulse Buy by Jae 🌈 Live for You, Die With You by Kalob Dàniel

❤️ Fairest of All by A.D. Ellis 🧡 Goddess of the Sea by Britney Jackson 💛 A Taste of Earth by Nico Silver 💚 The Moorings of Mackerel Sky by M.Z. Emily Zack 💙 How the Boogeyman Became a Poet by Tony Keith 💜 V is for Valentine by Thomas Grant Bruso ❤️ Crushed Ice by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James 🧡 When Tomorrow Comes by D. Jackson Leigh 💛 Bugsy & Other Stories by Rafael Frumkin 💙 The White and Blue Between Us by Kiyuhiko 💜 Guide Us Home by CF Frizzell & Jesse J. Thoma 🌈 The Friendship Study by Ruby Barrett

❤️ Infinity Alchemist by Kacen Callender 🧡 Heart2Heart edited by Annabeth Albert 💛 No Time Like Now by Naz Kutub 💚 Bless the Blood by Walela Nehanda 💙 Vengeance Planning for Amateurs by Lee Winter 💜 Who We Are in Real Life by Victoria Koops ❤️ Prove It by Stephanie Hoyt 🧡 Mewing by Chloe Spencer 💛 Awakenings by Claudie Arseneault 💙 Born of Scourge by S. Jean 💜 Disciples of Chaos by M.K. Lobb 🌈 To Cage a God by Elizabeth May

❤️ Greta & Valdin by Rebecca K Reilly 🧡 What Feasts At Night by T. Kingfisher 💛 You Had Me at Merlot by Melissa Brayden 💚 Turning Point by Cathy Dunnell 💙 For the Stolen Fates by Gwendolyn Clare 💜 Season of Eclipse by Terry Wolverton ❤️ These Haunted Hills by Jana Denardo 🧡 Samson & Domingo by Gume Laurel III 💛 Lies that Bind by Rae Knowles & April Yates 💙 We Got the Beat by Jenna Miller 💜 The Diablo's Curse by Gabe Cole Novoa 🌈 Blessings by Chukwuebuka Ibeh

❤️ Out There by Iris Eliot 🧡 At Her Service by Amy Spalding 💛 Green Dot by Madeleine Gray

#books #queer #queer book recs #queer books #sapphic books #sapphic romance #lesbian romance #lesbian books #lesbian fiction #gay romance #gay books #lgbt author #lgbt writers #lgbtq books #books to read #book releases #book release #bi books #bisexual pride #bisexual books #batty about books #battyaboutbooks

[justenjoythegossip]

A Chris & Abba PR marriage was likely in the pipeline from the very start… 

Had Hollywood ever stopped doing PR marriages?

The short answer is: no. PR romances and PR marriages have been part of Hollywood folklore and legend since the beginning, or almost since then. We can probably date that trend back to when the first gossip columns started in the 1930’s. Sometimes, they are based on real relationships, sometimes they are a purely transactional arrangement. Sometime these couples lead a somewhat “married” life despite not being a real couple in the classical sense, sometimes they lead totally separate lives. Sometimes, there is a wedding license, sometimes there is none. Every situation exists. And it’s one of the oldest trick in the book that has been used for PR for almost a century. Contrary to what certain Team PR blogs (obvious trolls/plants) wrote, Chris and Abba did not just start a new trend. Some Kardashians, Jennifer Aniston and Theroux, Benedict Cumberbatch and his wife, Nick Jonas and Priyanka Chopra, Hugh Jackman and his soon to be ex-wife, George & Amal Clooney are obvious examples of such PR marriages that are quite representative of all the various scenarios that can exist…

What purpose did the lies of certain Team PR blogs regarding the marriage serve? 

Last year, those Team PR blogs were explaining that Chris and Abba were never going to get “married” because Hollywood stopped forcing people to marry for PR purposes. But that mod (let’s call her or him or them Majorscammer for a little play on words) and her gang of goonish cultists were lying. For starters, they were selling an important lie which was that this PR was forced on Chris. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. He signed on this and his side has had the upper hand in all the little PR games they played. 

And as I have discussed in some previous posts, one of their jobs was to help salvage Chris’ image with the people who knew about Abba’s problematic stuff. Those fans were more likely to accept their “marriage” if they were made to believe that poor Chris was forced into it. But it was very likely a lie. But people shouldn’t be surprised. They have trolled and lied about pretty much everything. Such as the ending of Chris & Abba’s shitshow which was a controversial and contentious topic they lied about repeatedly. They wrote Chris and Abba were almost over after the premiere of Ghosted (a premiere she forced her way into according to them LOL), it was over after the Peter Holmes interview, after Chris left Insta, after the “single & ready to mingle” jinx ad, after Chris came back to Insta, after Thanksgiving, after the Forbes article etc...

Early hints and breadcrumbs that a marriage was possibly coming… 

Edwin Jusino told us that “Chris and Abba started as a publicity stunt”. (He is the journalist who warned people about the Valentine’s drop before it actually happened) But obviously, this was not the narrative sold to the general public. And to this day, when and how Chris & Abba met is still contentious and slightly mysterious, which is quite strange for a so not private couple that have had trillion articles written about them. People have speculated that the 2 met during the filming of the Gray man and Warrior Nun, but given the Covid protocols on sets at the time, it’s as unlikely as it gets. Remember Tom Cruise’s little rant during the filming of the last Mission Impossible movie. What’s interesting is that the timeline of Chris and Abba’s relationship has kept changing since they became official, probably to leave room for a possible marriage down the road. Especially since the first articles about them kept repeating that Chris “got serious with Alba very quickly, after never getting serious with anyone”. It was an obvious hint, that they were portraying Abba to be THE ONE. 

Other breadcrumbs that a marriage was coming originated from certain Team Real blogs. And let’s not forget that these mods were (like their counterparts team PR blogs) key players in selling this shitshow. A Team Real blog who made a big fuss about the AD cover insisted on them being engaged and they did get the exclusive that Chris and Abba were getting married, even before People’s Magazine or Page 6 published any articles about their secret kinda weddings. The ring topic among those rival clans was also heavily discussed as I mentioned in my previous post. 

Dustbin’s father made a direct allusion to Chris and Abba’s engagement via a post he made on June 4th of last year. 

Last and not least, Chris breadcrumbed his coming nuptials himself. Do people remember the “laser focused on finding a partner to spend the rest of his life with” comment? A lot of people believe he was being genuine when he said it, because he seemed really moved. But I personally disagree. I think he is a much better actor than most people give him credit for. And for someone who is allegedly super private (he really isn’t but it’s for another discussion), he volunteered this information all by himself when the journalist made absolute no mention of his personal life… it was a little too “out of context” comment for my taste. 

Also wasn’t it absolutely hilarious how Chris and Abba posed in front of pumpkins after Chris had said years earlier in an interview how he wanted to get married, loved tradition and wanted to carve pumpkins? Thank god for good exposition, right?

https://www.mensjournal.com/entertainment/chris-evans-cover-story-avengers-endgame-captain-america

The PR marriage was used as a publicity stunt during the actor’s strike…

Many mods believe the “marriage” happened because of the strike but I personally disagree. I believe they were going down that road regardless. But I do think that it made them accelerate their plans. That would explain why it all seemed so rushed. And also why so many facts regarding their 2 kinda weddings just don’t add up. 

For people who don’t know, actors were not permitted to promote their work during the strike. But publications could promote the movies in question when they were publishing articles about the actors’ private life. And by no coincidence, Chris and Abba allegedly got married just before Pain Hustlers’ premiere (Abba also had a premiere the following week). Emily Blunt, his co-star was supposedly present at the “wedding” while close friends like Anthony Mackie or Sebastian Stan were visibly absent. Emily Blunt was also seen at the US Open with her husband and her kids on the eve of the “wedding”, which is very uncharacteristic for her because she is someone who is usually very private. But I guess desperate times call for desperate measures. 

Why they went through with the kinda weddings despite the negative reactions and the shower porn…

Of course, one might find it strange that Chris kinda “married” this very problematic girl who posted her shower porn, especially since this pairing got such a disinterested/negative reaction from the general public. But I think they stayed on course and went with it anyway because the marriage was an integral tool in his being rebranded. I have discussed this aspect before. 

And I strongly believe Abba was his only option to get PR married at all. As I have discussed the contract terms seem pretty drastic (she cannot post anything about him or utter his name) and by his own admission, he is pretty lazy. And indeed he has done the bare minimum to sell this shitshow. Look at what Ana de Armas and Ben Affleck did to sell their “romance”. They were doing papwalks with their dogs every other day. Chris refused to walk the red carpet with her for the Ghosted Premiere, and he looked like an hostage in all of their papwalks. All 3 of them. The only time he looked alive was for the Golden Globes afterparty pics. 

[ichorkurt]

ficrecs masterlist.

welcome to my ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.

below the cut includes marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, dc, star wars, the boys, friends, bridgerton, bullet train, the gray man, the walking dead, arcane, and succession fics!

marvel.

ೃ⁀➷ bucky barnes.

be still, my indelible love by @pellucid-constellations​

code words by @cinebration​ 

cookies and tea by @han-writings​

counting by @/pellucid-constellations

depth of a shade by @softlybarnes

dreamscape by @wkemeup​ 

first date by @melwilson​

flight risk by @/wkemeup

guiding light by @/wkemeup

harmless by @shurisneakers​

henleys and hairties by @lovelybarnes​

if without you by @rassvetsky 

it will come back by @shedobewritingalittle​

i've got you by @majestyeverlasting​

keep you warm by @heavenlybarnes​

lavender by @/wkemeup

lilac wine by @nexusnyx​

looped by @/softlybarnes

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane​​

safe by @hailhydra920​

sleeping on the floor by @duckie-bee​

snow days by @bucky-bucket-barnes​

the sound of your heart by @jobean12-blog​​

stairs by @/lovelybarnes

time after time by @intrepidacious​

two sides of the same coin by @anonymityisfunwriter 

under oath by @ugh-supersoldiers​ 

untitled by @vanderlustwords​

valentine by @/softlybarnes

waiting waiting waiting by @/wkemeup

the way he loves by @/lovelybarnes

whatever happens, wherever i go... by @foreverindreamlandd​

ೃ⁀➷ charles xavier.

gravitational pull by @lazydoodlesandfanfic​ 

ೃ⁀➷ eddie brock.

exchanges by @whirlybirbs 

ೃ⁀➷ frank castle.

wherever you go, i go by @amhrosina​ 

ೃ⁀➷ jack russell.

come back to me by @/cinebration 

a good night by @noforkingclue

untitled by @ruby-dragon​ 

ೃ⁀➷ jake lockley.

bad days by @gooddaysmeanwritingdays​

the jake problem by @bensolosbluesaber 

keep the secret? by @mkfluffluv​

trouble sleeping by @the-butterfly-blues​

ೃ⁀➷ kate bishop.

this is a hospital by @alotofpockets​ 

ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.

blast from the past by @lune-hime 

the breaking point by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine 

dating logan howlett would include... by @chiefdirector 

i don’t mind by @siren-and-faies-writing 

family outing by @/lune-hime 

forever winter by @luna-writes-stuff​ 

if you’ll have me by @make-me-imagine​​ 

laura saw you two making-out... by @ellana-ravenwood 

logan headcanons by @n1ghtw1ng01 

reluctantly here by @moonlit-imagines 

tragic endings by @buckyseddie 

world on fire by @cobbvanthsblaster 

ೃ⁀➷ marc spector.

bad days by @gooddaysmeanwritingdays

a future without you by @/mkfluffluv

halloween again by @/softlybarnes 

jealousy by @stevenspector

just let me dream a little more by @the-archxr

lavender kisses by @kiwicider​ 

loss by @b6cky 

sleepy thief by @slightlypossessed

trouble sleeping by @/the-butterfly-blues

untitled by @/softlybarnes 

untitled by @/softlybarnes 

ೃ⁀➷ m’baku.

lord of the mountains by @/foreverindreamlandd 

ೃ⁀➷ miles morales.

corazón despeinado & cielo en la miente by @parkerflix​ 

ೃ⁀➷ namor.

safest place in the world by @legends-of-apex​

sanctuary by @eunsuri 

until the waves call me home by @harrysweasleys​ 

ೃ⁀➷ natasha romanoff.

lazy days by @alotofpockets​​ 

penguin by @luthorgarbage​

ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.

banana split by @/kiwicider

caviar and cigarettes by @curseofaphrodite​ 

ೃ⁀➷ pietro maximoff.

at the end of the day by @acciopietro 

peter with an s/o who’s too nice by @takenbypeter​ 

waking up with pietro maximoff by @angelltheninth 

ೃ⁀➷ steve rogers.

as you wish by @rookthorne 

bridges break by @/shurisneakers 

hide and seek by @earth616variant 

parade by @rodrikstark​

surname by @withbuckybarnes

a threat beneath the nice veneer by @witchywithwhiskey​ 

untitled by @blushstories​

ೃ⁀➷ steven grant.

10.21 am by @brockify​​

bad days by @/gooddaysmeanwritingdays

cuddling headcanons by @bowieandqueen11​​

heaven's cloud by @/brockify

jealousy by @/stevenspector

loss by @/b6cky​

trouble sleeping by @/the-butterfly-blues

untitled by @forever-rogue​

ೃ⁀➷ wade wilson.

untitled by @thebisexualdogdad​ 

wade hitting on you, clossus’ sibling by @/moonlit-imagines 

game of thrones / house of the dragon.

ೃ⁀➷ aegon targaryen.

pretty when you cry by @/kiwicider 

ೃ⁀➷ aemond targaryen.

and what of your love? by @endless-ineffabilities 

the campain by @sapphire-writes

can’t help falling in love by @lauraneedstochill 

can i sit here? by @aemonds-war-crime 

citrus by @aemondx 

devotion by @milliesdiary 

the dance between dragons by @house-strong 

dragons, knights, and princesses by @runningmunson 

education by @oneeyedvisenya​

haven’t i been good to you? by @cosmoeticss 

heartbeat by @spideymatcha 

i’d rather be sad with you, than anywhere away from you by @jasonsmirrorball 

i’m a damsel, i’m in distress, i can handle this by @valeskafics 

in a week by @/oneeyedvisenya

in dreams by @/oneeyedvisenya 

in the beginning by @avtrbee 

judas by @s-brant 

just kill me and be done with it by @targaryenrealnessdarling 

a mother for a son by @/targaryenrealnessdarling

nectar of the gods by @aemndx 

now i draw a luxury nxde by @xfancyuu 

not at all in love by @/oneeyedvisenya

one eye open when i’m sleeping by @just-some-random-blogger 

persuasion by @aemonds-sapphire 

practice makes perfect by @1800-fight-me 

she was lovin’ me, she was wantin’ me by @astrumark 

a song of flames and fury by @/sapphire-writes 

a stranger by @/targaryenrealnessdarling 

time can’t stop me quite like you did by @/jasonsmirrorball 

tipping point by @/oneeyedvisenya 

touch starved aemond by @aemondsbeloved 

unexplained illness by @warmfieldofgrass 

the warrior princess by @theold-ultraviolence

whispers unsaid by @/theold-ultraviolence 

unnoticed by @/aemonds-sapphire

untitled by @/aemonds-war-crime 

untitled by @/aemonds-war-crime

untitled by @themotherofhorses 

ೃ⁀➷ daemon targaryen.

in the shadow of your heart by @/endless-ineffabilities

puppy love by @/just-some-random-blogger​ 

ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.

the dance between dragons by @/house-strong 

love, parents, and truths by @/house-strong 

under the weirdwood tree by @targaryen-jpg​ 

unexpected visit by @jacesbeloved 

ೃ⁀➷ jon snow.

the jealous type by @ninjasawakenedmystar 

the making of a man by @januaryembrs​ 

moon of my life by @depends-on-the-sellsword 

a northern light by @fallatyourfeet 

snow by @l4verq

ೃ⁀➷ robb stark.

robb stark being protective would include... by @imagines-all-day-everyday​ 

ೃ⁀➷ sansa stark.

warmth by @megsironthrone​​

dc.

ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.

complex simplicity by @bingoboingobongo 

my favorite girl by @vigilvntes 

now or never by @/whirlybirbs 

on her majesty’s supersonic service by @training4theapocalypse-backup​ 

ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.

convenience by @imaginingmarvelandeverything 

lingering shadows by @/foreverindreamlandd

middle of the night and shadows in the night by @hollandorks 

i won’t drown, batman by @twinklelilstarkey 

the way down by @whats-rambled-rambled 

a world alone by @/vigilvntes

world’s greatest detective by @bkwrm523​ 

ೃ⁀➷ dream / morpheus.

darling by @daddyjackfrost 

the deal by @spideybatsy 

exit light, enter night by @clints-lucky-arrow 

how to mistakenly summon an ancient being & keep him by @writethrough 

imagine being the one who releases morpheus by @undiscovered-horizon 

love game by @/avtrbee 

playing with morpheus’ hair by @paradiseinaverno 

the mixup by @7-wonders​ 

morpheus’ love languages by @auroraborealyss 

saving grace by @/avtrbee

today i bury you in me by @the-darklings 

star wars.

ೃ⁀➷ poe dameron.

the f-word by @the-little-ewok​

heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional​

officially unofficial by @thelovelylolly 

one last dance by @loud-mouth-loser 

peacetime by @lomlpoedameron​​​

untitled by @starryeyedstories​​

the boys.

ೃ⁀➷ black noir.

domestic by @mlmxreader​ 

in your dreams by @seeds-and-sins​

friends.

ೃ⁀➷ friends.

how the friends characters would react to you asking for their pronouns by @lanawinterscigarettes 

ೃ⁀➷ joey tribbiani.

the one where you’re dating joey by @charliewritesfanfic 

untitled by @maximoff-pan 

bridgerton.

ೃ⁀➷ benedict bridgerton.

365 days of you by @promenadewithme​ 

as a kite by @saintlike78 

benedict bridgerton and marriage by @iliveiloveiwrite 

en garde by @delphispoeticals 

forgive me by @benedictscanvas 

invisible string by @purelyfiction 

it is just tea by @leahsficemporium 

knight in shining armor by @magpiencrow 

matchmakers by @siempre-bucky 

muse of mine by @murswrites 

my heart, my future by @/make-me-imagine

pall mall by @tontattletale 

paint with me by @/magpiencrow

the princess and the lord by @ficnacs 

that’s my wife! by @wysteria-clad 

they’re not the only ones by @/maximoff-pan

this and the next by @/iliveiloveiwrite

whatever the poets say by @cressidaclearwood 

bullet train.

ೃ⁀➷ tangerine.

all in a days work by @fookinfandoms 

bathroom b!tch by @keravnous​ 

confessionals by @dragoneye01 

crazy in love by @danny-cordray 

tangerine comes home to you asleep by @magicchai 

the gray man.

ೃ⁀➷ court gentry / lloyd hansen.

only the lonely and stop all the clocks by @charnelhouse​​ 

the walking dead.

ೃ⁀➷ rick grimes.

rick protecting you would include... by @joelsgeetar​ 

arcane.

ೃ⁀➷ viktor.

all nighter by @shimmerforall 

aphrodisiac with academy student viktor by @zaunitearchives 

forgotten by @ficfanatictrf 

human testing by @the-hidden-pages 

rest by @writingmysanity​ 

a theory by @gaybybirth

untitled by @astudyincontrasts 

viktor with a sleey s/o headcanons by @kitt357 

wet dreams by @/gaybybirth 

succession.

ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.

bear hug by @richeeduvie

the blood pours by @bowieandqueen11 

cuddling with roman roy by @/richeeduvie 

date death by @/richeeduvie

heartbreaker by @the-west-meadow 

hit me by @/the-west-meadow

jump then fall by @lukas-matsson 

just close your eyes by @/lukas-matsson

like a leopard’s tongue in the mouth of a snake by @z3nitsusgf 

neck and neck by @/richeeduvie

out of control by @jaebeomsbitch 

phone line by @/richeeduvie

pining and anticipation by @aprilthearcher​ 

the poison drips through by @itsasainz 

red bird by @wildlunar 

resolved issues by @/bowieandqueen11

roman roy being jealous would include... by @/bowieandqueen11

roman roy x age-gap reader headcanons & part two by @missscarlettangel 

roman roy smut headcanons by @succcession 

romeo take me somewhere we can be alone by @/missscarlettangel 

romulus by @/richeeduvie

sneakers by @/richeeduvie 

steamed by @/richeeduvie

sunlight by @/bowieandqueen11

this slant of light by @/richeeduvie

touch me (i’m sick) by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie 

untitled by @/the-west-meadow

untitled by @/the-west-meadow

untitled by @/z3nitsusgf

what’s an office crush? by @/missscarlettangel

when he’s gone by @/the-west-meadow

while you were sleeping by @/richeeduvie

#ficrecs masterlist #ichorbarnes ficrecs #bucky barnes x reader #eddie brock x reader #jake lockley x reader #logan howlett x reader #marc spector x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #peter parker x reader #stephen strange x reader #steve rogers x reader #steven grant x reader #wade wilson x reader #jon snow x reader #sansa stark x reader #adrian chase x reader #bruce wayne x reader #poe dameron x reader #joey tribbiani x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #charles xavier x reader #jack russell x reader #tangerine x reader #morpheus x reader #court gentry x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #roman roy x reader #robb stark x reader

[tacagen]

did you know that negaduck from darkwing duck was based off reverse-flash? yeah, that doesnt even BEGIN to describe what's actually been going on between their character histories..

first, negaduck wasnt just inspired by or a reverse-flash parody. he's a literal copy-paste of silver age thawne with a very few changes of origin place from future to parallel universe and identity from some random future guy to main hero's evil twin, because originally eobard was fixated on being a Criminal and not particularly flash's nemesis. back in the day, thawne constantly mentions how much he loves his criminal life. half of his lines are negaduck-worthy purely because the rest is related to being a speedster scientist. my personal favorite as an example:

he passes the speed limit law in central city so that barry couldnt use superspeed without breaking it but thawne still could because he is 'a hardened criminal'. he invents rays that turn everything inflicted evil (something even negaduck has never done (ig solely because megavolt's already done it in the negaduck episode where he accidentally splits darkwing into good dw (posiduck) and bad dw(negaduck, with a black and gray color scheme), and while yellow negaduck is a different character this is basically how the idea of him was born and the writers just decided to keep him in a different form bc the gray one merged back into normal dw at the end which is super funny. imagine coming up with a duck villain and going 'oh this guy actually reminds me a lot of reverse-flash with all that opposite/negative thing. LET'S PAINT HIM IN THOSE COLORS AND GIVE HIM THE SAME PERSONALITY AND SIMILAR ORIGIN THIS TIME'), altho he DOES test the power gem on a cat in jail bird like thawne did with evil rays). he repeatedly tries to get poor former dr alchemy back to crime just because 'crime fun. why cant you see that. im doing it for your own good' and negaduck tried something like that with morgana in feb 14th episode my valentine ghoul (+that brief scene with gos from 2016 comics run where he believes she must be bad deep down inside out of comparsion to nega!gosalyn). negaduck also travels from a whole other world just to fuck around here for fun (there was this bronze age flash issue called flashback where thawne gets lost in the timestream because barry pushed the wrong buttons in his time capsule which is almost exact negaduck's fate in life, the negaverse and everything) and one of another few differences related is that negaduck is shown to be a dictator of his universe's St. Canard who is bored to live somewhere he already has all the power so he travels to another universe to cause problems on purpose.

second. dc's new52. eobard is rewritten again, now he and zoom are kind of one character. but guess what else is new in this version that never happend neither in zoom or professor zoom's lives? thawne is a fucking dictator in his own time. and people tried to fight his rule in flash's name just like friendly four needed darkwing as inspiration to finally fight back for their world.

he gets his own team, acolytes of zoom (i wish i could call them local fearsome 4 but there are 5 of them, making it more of a sinister 6 if you count thawne) which he trains for centuries to fight the flash and betrays later by trying to steal their powers just like negaduck stole f4's in jail bird to become mega-negaduck and if all that wasnt enough, without the mask he straight up looks like negaduck humanization. look at him. this mf is only missing a hat and a cape.

also these sudden black parts in his new speedster suit design? either it is some absolute fucking bonkers of a coincidence or someone on the flash writing team really went 'hey guys you know what would be real funny? lets base new thawne off negaduck. like he was originally based off thawne. i swear no one will notice' and everyone went with that. (i could also mention he has the same dumb motivation for being evil (having shitty childhood/being deep down sad about mistreatment and loneliness) as 2011 dwd comics run negaduck but imo that's too far of a stretch to actually be included)

third. yall know the deal of the first season of cw's the flash? yeah, what if i told you the whole thawne messes with the particle accelerator and causes barry to gain superspeed thing already fucking happend in darkwing duck, episode going nowhere fast?

(the way i lost my mind over this back in the day when i decided to watch dwd just because negaduck reminded me of thawne(i didnt even know he was a direct rip-off, i just went 'oh wait dt universe has this evil fuck that wears the same color scheme as reverse-flash? girl i AM checking the whole thing out just to see if he's anything like thawne'.) and first watched the episode... priceless, still haunts me to this very day. how the hell was that written in 1991. did cw writers just take the idea from dwd too. honestly i cant be sure about anything anymore).

and remember in the duck knight returns (2011 comics run arc) flashbacks there was a super funny thing with negaduck not knowing dw's secret identity and being so proud he cracked the case? remember cw!og!thawne looking for flash's time period and not knowing his identity in 2nd season cameo episode? what the hell was even up with that!!! like guys. guys one of you is the most devoted flash fan from the future and there is NO way none of that kind of information was left a CENTURY after (i mean come on dude couldntve you just asked gideon. she literally had that 2024 newspaper about vanishing and thats at the very least not mentioning she was created by barry) and another is straight up the same fucking person as the hero with the same fucking relatives and enemies. idk take a wild guess??? ((i really wonder if anybody on the wirting team of 2011 dwd run saw not just life, the negaverse and everything but any episode featuring negaduck at all. not only do they ignore the existence of nega!gos in the 'oh he mean bc alone :(' approach, they ignore the very definition of negaduck's character which is literally evil drake mallard. i mean sure hes dumb and may miss obvious clues because of being the same dw just evil but come on, such a comedic situation and never addressed by drake whos literally been in the negaverse and knows they are the same person or by anyone else he coluldve told that? oh well unless drake is also dumb af and thought there never was any drake mallard in the negaverse in the first place and that negaduck is some other guy. which is a real probability i suppose))

also. negaduck's death by being split on billions of evil particles in crisis on infinite darkwings and thawne, being 'exorcised' from nash's body in a form of a negative speed force stream with sparks in 6x15 of cw's the flash.

fourth! yall did watch ducktales 2017 reboot, right? specifically the duck knight returns episode? they introduce a whole new version of negaduck there! and guess what. jim starling, an old darkwing duck (in-universe 90s tv series) actor obsessed with his role, goes fucking nuts because there is a new darkwing duck actor in a new movie and he didnt even know. because he feels forgotten. because no one remembers neither him nor original series (objectievely not true bc obviously launchpad and drake but to jim they just dont count bc reasons. he seems to count only children but calls lp his fan when anthagonizes drake for taking even that from him in the end). because he was replaced and no one even bothered to tell him. he causes a fire on the set, almost kills drake but does have a change of heart at the end after launchpad's speech about what darkwing duck stands for and seemingly sacrifices himself to save drake and lp from the explosion. then they have the worst idea they could have in relation to jim's character ever: for drake to be a real life darkwing duck to honor jim's sacrifice. so naturally he hears that from the sewers or wherever he was hiding to see their reactions(look i am. 100% sure that this is what happened bc that makes so much more sense than jim getting brain damage or whatever from that explosion and waking up to choose violence again for no other reason). he gets hit with the being replacable and forgotten thing once again and renders back to negaduck tendencies, for all we know for good this time as his darkwing suit changes to the yellow-red one. yk who else went on a rampage because he felt forgotten and replaced? you guessed it! the return of barry allen, a 90s classic where thawne goes to 21st century for the first time, thinks he's barry (original-ish flash) because dissociation from trauma of seeing himself being killed by his hero and acts exactly like starling, having the same issues as motivation aka him/barry being forgotten and replaced by wally. he implies wally taking on the flash mantle is most disrespectful to barry. he rants about how he's the only flash and threatens to destroy not only the flash family but the whole central city for forgetting that. he and wally have a conflict of legacy similar to jim and drake's conflict in dt17. he is The starling blueprint only a lot more mentally ill. also we've heard something like the duck knight returns in running scared (this one is less reminiscent of jim but still features some things that werent in the return of barry allen). it's a rebirth arc that introduces another new origin of reverse-flash. now, he's been hyperfixated on barry allen his whole life (on a whole new level i mean) and there was the first meeting in 25th century where they Connected like thawne always believed they would. that day ended up in a fight and thawne's imprisonment because he set up casualties to get attention and praise for being the flash of 25th century but unlike all other versions this thawne has a change of heart after the fight, too. he promises to 'fix everything' including himself, he even goes to therapy afterwards. then he goes to the 21st century to tell barry how much he accomplished since they last met and then sees barry saying to wally one meaningful phrase he said to thawne that perfect day. like it wasnt something special only barry and eobard shared. like the day they met never happened. like he forgot thawne ever existed. like he was replaced as barry's speedster partner/friend/whatever he thought they were after that day by wally. and that shatters thawne so much he runs back to 25th and just decides to become the reverse-flash and make barry suffer until he gives him attention and recognition he deserved. frank angones, i am inside your walls. you CANT deny you based your versions of dw and nd off flash comics and thawne particularly. and more, you legit made reverse!eobarry au and put it in dt in duck forms. i have been losing my mind about it for 3 years now. i am exposing you and there is nothing you can do to escape that.

fifth(ish). yeah, and btw about friendly four from life, the negaverse and everything. did you think they actually escaped being mirrored in the flash? ha. i present to you reverse-rogues from the 25th century aka the renegades, carefully created by zoom and thawne himself, thinking it would somehow be funny.

cant believe hunter once saw it on tv put 2 and 2 together and went 'eobard my dude we need to go full negaverse with the 25th century. we need a friendly four to your negaduck. i swear it'll be Hilarious'. god the only thing they lack at this point is nega!gosalyn (i mean. hunter actually did try something like that with inertia, saving him from the museum and trying to teach him how to torture flashfam into improving them but thad was more of a nega!honker and reverted hunter to crippled powerless state just because. love that kid)

and that's all i have so far, if anyone here also into both yellow-red mfs with no life feel free to comment or even add more because there sure is or at least will be more and no one has the power to stop it.

#negaduck #darkwing duck #ducktales 2017 #dwd #dt17 #jim starling #drake mallard #disney afternoon #the flash #the flash cw #dc comics #eobard thawne #professor zoom #reverse flash #imagine d*sney puts you in their superheroics parody show as a duck and later you get rewritten in the image of said duck SEVERAL TIMES #how is eobard thawne as a character even real. #thawne-negaduck pipeline going BOTH ways is the most insane shit in existence and i cannot bear being the only one who Knows any longer #and to think i've ALSO unintentionally done that with my own starling and thawne versions and realized it only afterwards.. #every once in a while someone reinvents negaduck when writing thawne or other way around. that's just their fate at this point. #thawne-negaduck pipeline

[melonminnie]

You should get some rest…

BECOMING THE VILLAINS FAMILY

- Yandere TRISTAN! X Female! Child! Reader

(PT2) Yandere valentine family meeting reader!

(PT3) Reader heals Sabina!

(PT4) reader makes pearls from their tears!

(VER2) Valentine family x reader!(angst)

Gabriel x fem reader!

Btvf x fem! Reader ( angst)

I’ll know! ((Var! Manhwa characters x fem! Reader)

heart stickers (Yan btvf x Veronica’s sister reader)

THE VILLAINESS IS A MARIONETTE!

-BREAKFAST @ MY PLACE (bayel x reader)

Little twin stars (yan Raphael x young sister reader x yan imperial twins (platonic)

Breakfast w me! (Bayel x fem reader!) rewritten

OPERATION TRUE LOVE!

-my heart has a hole! (Baek dohwa x reader)

Saving the female leads older brother!

- LUCKY 3!! ( Jeremy x reader x Sylvia)

-I was enchanted to meet you! (Agriche household x Cupid! Reader)

-COLD? (Jeremy x gn! Sick! Reader!)

-so many shades of gray (Jeremy x vampire Gn! Reader)

oh how can you still not know? ( Dion x gn vampire reader!

Everywhere at the end of time (Cassis x fem! Reader)

LEGENDARY! (Pedalian family x fem! Reader)

My mother got married by contract!

- Tell me! Tell me? ( lyrica x older! Sister! Reader)

-Lyrica x older!cousin! reader

I’ll know! (Var! Manhwa characters x fem! Reader)

and say I miss you! Atil x fem reader

WHO MADE ME A PRINCESS?

-YAN CLAUDE X DAUGHTER! READER (platonic)

-two puppets (yan! Claude x daughter reader )

DREAMING FREEDOM!!

- to be written

I RAISED A BLACK DRAGON

-to be written

INTO THE LIGHT ONCE AGAIN

YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE MY LAB PARTNER? (Isis x fem reader)

HE LOVES MY HEART SHAPED SUNGLASSES (he hates me) ( Isis x Fem! Witch! Reader!)

BABY TYRANT

I’ll know! (Var! Manhwa characters x fem! Reader)

we both like Apple cider! (Oscar x fem! Reader)

Strawberry shortcake (Oscar x fem! Reader)

ALIEN STAGE

MS POPULAR? ( Ivan n Luka w a shy sweet and popular s/o!)

You must promise to love me (Ivan x reader)

THE PERKS OF BEING A VILLAINESS

-None

OSHI NO KO

Yan! Aqua x fem! Reader

Aqua! X reader who always teases him

death miracle! Past life aqua x sister reader platonic

BOUQET (aqua x reader that acts like ai)

you can always request for any of these fandoms if you’d like my requests are always open! Have a nice day <333

#☆Masterlist??

[into-crazy]

destiny’s masterlist♡

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Hello there~ Here, you can find all of my published works wrapped into one list!! I'll be sure to keep it updated as I go along. Thank you for reading!! Enjoy~

I currently have works for the following characters: TDK Joker, Arthur Fleck/Joker, Pennywise(2017), Johnny Abbot, and Negan Smith.

Works containing NSFW/SMUT material are marked with **

Joker - The Dark Knight

More to the Madness - Joker x Female Reader series // details within**

horror and chill - one shot // You and J watch a scary movie.. you don't finish it**

tender - drabble // You're self-conscious about the small size of your breasts, J assures and comforts you in his own way.

pussy is mine - one shot // The Joker is feeling extra possessive and gets you off in front of his henchmen**

juicy - drabble // You share a mango cup with J.

dance for you - one shot // You sing and dance to dirty songs. J catches you, then you dance for him.

nights like this - drabble // You snuggle with J.

Headcanons

J and a female s/o with long hair**

J and a s/o that plays video games

little something - J gifts you stilettos

short girl problems - J and a short s/o

Being intimate with J on your period**

spending your birthday with J

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Arthur Fleck/Joker - Joker

Man Under the Makeup - AF/Joker x Female Reader series // details within**

comforting touches - drabble // Joker is there to help relieve your pms pains.

soft soothing love - drabble // You rub some lotion on Arthur's hands.

no better love - one shot // You start to question if you're good enough for Joker, to which he reminds you that you are**

lace and cigarettes - drabble // Joker watches you dance, which leads to something steamy**

be my valentine - drabble // Valentine’s day with Arthur.

Headcanons

dress stays on - You wear a pretty dress**

AF/Joker and female s/o with long hair**

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Pennywise - IT (2017)

Derry's Secret - Pennywise x Female Reader series // details within**

Bob Gray nsfw thoughts - drabble**

Headcanons

celebrating your birthday with Pennywise

Pennywise and a reader that owns a cat

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Johnny Abbot - Sweet Tooth

Headcanons

dating Johnny Abbot would include

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Negan Smith - The Walking Dead

don't wanna miss a thing - AU!Negan Smith x Female Reader series // details within

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I do not own the photos attached here and in each piece but they have been edited by me unless stated otherwise

#into-crazy #heath ledger joker #ledger!joker #ledger joker #ledger joker x reader #the dark night #arthur fleck #arthur x reader #joker x reader #joker 2019 #pennywise #pennywise x reader #it 2017 #johnny abbot #sweet tooth netflix #negan smith #negan x reader #the walking dead #fanfic

[adikeii]

u know it's such a shame that kingsman universe only focuses on eggsy and harry (and a merlin a little) 'CAUSE there are such a huge amount of stories that could be told and questions to be answered (and yeah i know that its normal in not giving any plot or development to bg charachters but why they 've added interesting details IT tRiGGerS QuEsTiOns... *sighs*)

SO - some of my thoughts and (obvious) questions about k*ngsmn.. (i just 'd really like to see that....)

- THAT particular moment from the very beginning of the film - when lee dies - i damn want to know what effect it had on james (maybe even this outstanding (in every way) suit is needed for him to prove himself that he 's damn awesome and deserving the lancelot title??)

- harry in the film was referring to james as a friend and aaaand??? what james was like with all of the others (arthur and percy especially) in that 17 years? sounds like a good question

- it would be really cool to see some perci-roxy interaction u know... 😟

- IT ALSO WOULD BE REALLY cool to see perci actually talking

- that look harry and percival exchange at the end of the all-kingsman we-will-miss-lancey-james-sorely meeting IT MEANT SMTH it should 've.....

- when roxy becomes a kingsman agent she becomes the only female agent... that's very very very interesting--

- also the arthur moment. so chester dies and the main questions is how they choose a successor 😐

- and im very much interested how all the kingsmen 've dealt with the consequences of the v-day situation (the whole world was fighting so there should be hundreds of thousands dead...)... AND much more importantly: where the hell have the statesmen been during all of this valentine connected shit (yeah in the second film they 're epic but they 're kinda spies too so they shoul 've seen some situation going all damn over the world (celebrities disappering moment...) its their job...) *but lets just put this question to the box-for-the-stupid-questions-we-ll-never-get-an-answer-for where already question about the stupidity of james's death lies*

- there should be more respect for merlin in films (he 's like the big brain of the idiots - they 'd literally be weak without him) - i mean he wasnt killed in the second film 'cause he 's not treated like an agent by kngsmn... (and pls give him a normal office he 's a genius tech-wizard - this situation with him basically working on this tube-train-station is strange to me...)

- and back to my obsession: this contrast of perci wearing strictly super-classical black suit (other agents may wear more gray or more with-patterns suits??) while james 's wearing this tan-sandlike-even-goldish-a-little color ?? it probably has a huge meaning behind it

and still:

- why there can't fucking be two lancelots (his death is a trauma i can do nothing about it..)

*still silently thinks about that scene with james using that guy as a shield while killing them all by shooting off al damn bullets**

#to be continued moment #no i wont just shut up so i'll give you a little more pain with reading my shitty english (if anyone 'll actually reAD it lol #percival #james spencer #lancelot #merlin #roxy morton #kingsman #random thoughts (agaiin) ✨️💫 #statesman #k*ngsmn shitpost

[nerdierholler]

Happy Valentine’s Day, lovely person 🌹

Your kind words on the things you reblog mean a lot <3 And I always look forward to reading your writing whenever you share something, there's something about the way you capture daily life moments that's so good. (Also: love love the animal facts you share!)

Here’s a romance-themed OC question for any OC(s) of your choosing (no pressure to answer on Valentine’s day itself, or at all):

What combination of random objects would your OC use to describe their LI? What do they represent? Bonus question: What would their LI use to describe them?

Thank you so so much for all of these wonderful words <3 Sorry this took me so long to answer. The week go away from me but I've finally gotten a good afternoon to answer. I'm gonna answer for Ethan and Adam and it kind of turned into a ficlet about just one object.

It doesn't come as a surprise to Ethan that no matter where he looks around Wayhaven, he finds things that remind him of Adam. What does surprise him are the things that catch his attention. Logic says every gray t-shirt or pair of sunglasses would be the likely culprits but instead today it's passing by an old building made from simply but solidly hand carved stone blocks. From a distance the lines seem perfectly straight, ordered row after ordered row forming an unmovable wall. It's only when one gets close that they can see the undulations in the joints, the individual chisel marks that make each block unique. For how many centuries did people pass their skill down from one to another? It's entirely possible that the man who made the blocks in Wayhaven would have used the same techniques as the man who built the keep that Adam grew up in.

Stone is a strong durable material. It's heavy and difficult for most to move or change, but in the right hands it can be made useful and accessible. The truly talented artists can turn the hard surface into soft pliable flesh, or at least the illusion of it. Stone cannot stop being a stone after all.

As Ethan passes by he reaches out and absently runs the tips of his fingers along the building's wall. It's solid and cool to the touch but he can feel every bump and pit created by years of wear and tear. They are imperfections that make it perfect. Poured concrete and blocks cut with modern saws create smooth surfaces that lack personality. They're missing the mark of their makers. Ethan can only hope that over time, he'll be able to leave his mark on Adam, and if he's very lucky he'll be able to carve out niche just the right size for them to fit together.

More random things under the cut

Other things that randomly make Ethan think of Adam:

Wine: It's because Adam drinks his blood from a wine glass so every time Ethan sees a bottle or pours himself a glass, he can't help but think of Adam and their different potential paths. He tries not to space out too much at the store lol

The smell of leather: Of course the Agency has the best SUVs, leather seats and everything, but really it's the well maintained leather from Adam's car the comes to mind when Ethan smells it. The antique store is dangerous. Heck, even that one nice chair in the waiting room can be a problem.

For Adam:

Sunny breezy days because they remind him of Ethan's personality.

Any classic film star. Nate watches old movies from time to time and there's something about that old Hollywood leading man style that makes him think of Ethan. Should Ethan ever decide to wear a 40s or 50s style suit Adam might just swoon. Now I'm having thoughts about a not-a-date night where the little theater in Wayhaven does a classic movie night and Ethan and Adam go together. Adam just looks like he's in pain the whole time so Ethan thinks he's have a terrible evening when in reality Adam's trying to hold himself together and not think all of *those* thoughts.

#oops this got really long #I hope that makes up for it being a bit late #it felt so good to think some creative thoughts today #ethan langford #twc

[lavenderpenumbra]

here are my oneshot fic recs that are mostly fluff (some might have a very teeny smidge of angst).

main fic rec masterlist

[implied smut] / [smut]

[s] off-road by @sol-luna-estrellas

You have never ridden a motorcycle before, so Bucky takes you out on his bike and makes sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.

Starved by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky’s your best friend, but he keeps his distance. You’re certain he needs some affection, and convincing him takes some effort.

untitled by @/buckyalpine

High bucky at a party

[i.s.] To Let You Win by @delaber

a sparring match between you and your best friend turns into something you’ve both been keeping under the surface when he refuses to let you lose the game

Truth by @lovelybarnes

bucky barnes and truth serum

[i.s.] By Your Side by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

Multiple scenarios of Bucky loving, comforting, and taking care of you while sick.

You're My Mess by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky comes home from a mission tired and sore and bloody. All he wants to do is go to sleep, but you help him get cleaned up.

[s] Gray by @straywords

Bucky’s starting to notice the gray in his beard and you show him you don’t mind at all.

[s] untitled by @buckyseternal

(prompt: that new haircut suits you.)

[i.s.] Drunk In Love by @bethdutten

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and– fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him.

Day After Tomorrow by @buckyarchives

enhanced hearing is both a blessing and a curse. eavesdropping, loud music, footsteps and when your sweet neighbor has been coughing her pretty head off all day.

[s] Make Me Forget by @povlvr

Unceremoniously dumped by your scumbag boyfriend Bucky’s mission is to spend Valentine’s Day cheering you up & showing you what it would belike to be Bucky Barnes’s girl, maybe he’s shooting his shot, maybe he’s just that darn charming

Silent Treatment by @buckylattes

Bucky thinks you’re giving him the silent treatment…..

[i.s.] Scars To Your Beautiful by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky and Reader exploring each other’s bodies, but not in a sexual way. Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each other’s scars and sharing stories behind them, running their hands over one another and just appreciating the feeling of the other person next to them.

[s] I'll Catch You by @/buckyalpine

Bucky never leaves your side after you faint

The Mask by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

you convince bucky that every few months, your skin starts to peel off during your period

Little Things by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Life gets better because of the little things. Especially when you have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

[i.s.] Sharing is Caring by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Bucky doesn’t share food. No exceptions. Well, one exception.

A Little Longer by @/buckyalpine

 It’s just a little lie

Can I Call You, Baby by @slyyywriting

You and Banner try to create a cure for the common cold but it doesn’t go well for one of your variable samples. Turns out bootleg super soldier serum and experimental medicine do not mix well.

Secret Relationship by @espinosaurusrexex

(where everyone is trying to set bucky up on a date but he's with reader and no one knows)

Affection by @skellyagogo

Affection wasn't something Bucky felt he deserved, it had become a foreign concept to him.

Dress Code by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

a party for Nat inspires you to dress a little more risqué than usual, but it leads to a wave of anxiety that Bucky must help you through.

hintdropped by @rocketrhap3000

while looking at rings online, you accidentally click a “send a hint” feature addressed to Bucky’s email, despite never having that conversation with him and not even knowing whether or not that’s something he wants, but his reaction surprises you :)

Bumblebees and Honeybees by @/venusstorm

The time in which you gifted Bucky Barnes an adorable little keychain for his motorcycle.

pucker up, buttercup by @witchywithwhiskey

it's been a long day of working at your lemonade stall during the town's busy summer festival and making the day worse is all the unwanted attention and come-ons you've gotten from customers. by the time bucky barnes tries his own tired pickup line, you've had enough—but then he goes and spills a fresh pitcher of lemonade and offers to make a new one. you're reluctant to admit bucky might not be like all those other guys. in fact, he might be someone you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with.

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