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grandmother-goblin · 3 months

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Just Watch the Fireworks

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Summary: It was supposed to be a sweet, innocent date. That was, until Astarion decided he wanted to have some fun with you while you were very much still in public.

Relationships: Astarion x Female!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+) for smut.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags: Smut, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, cuddling, kissing, post Astarion's personal quest, spawn!Astarion.

Firework shows over Grey Harbor happened only a couple of times a year in Baldur’s Gate. Bright, massive, loud displays that boomed over the whole city and illuminated the night sky in dazzling arrays of colors and lights. Usually they marked some sort of holiday or other celebration. Although you weren’t keen on the celebration for this particular occasion, Gortash’s coronation, you were still eager to see the show.

Plus, it was a nice way to end your impromptu date with Astarion. You two had gone out to get some supplies, but upon seeing the night market and posters for the firework show, you decided to stay a while.

Astarion had found a perfect spot for the two of you on a grassy, green hillside just on the outskirts of the city. It was one of the more popular places to watch the fireworks. People dotted the landscape, all sitting on their own little blankets as they looked out over the ocean, waiting for the show to begin.

It was kind of nice to be out with Astarion like this.

Ever since Cazador had been defeated, Astarion had grown much more comfortable being out in the open at night. He seemed more relaxed overall, like a heavy weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Of course, there were several other factors on both of your minds: the tadpole, the Absolute, the fact that Astarion’s days walking in sunlight were numbered.

But you two would figure it out.

Together.

For now, you wanted to enjoy the night with him and pretend none of your problems existed. Even if it was only for a couple of hours.

As you sat between his open legs, Astarion wrapped his arms around you along with a knitted blanket, cocooning you in pleasant warmth. You leaned your head back against his shoulder with a comfortable sigh, luxuriating in the silky soft material of his shirt. “I bet you’ve seen these shows a thousand times.”

“I have,” he replied matter-of-factly, his cool breath fanning across your neck. You felt him press a kiss to your shoulder, and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips. “One year, all the fireworks went off at the same time. It was hilarious and I almost hope it happens again.”

You gave a little snort of laughter. “That would cut this date really short.”

“We can find plenty more to do, my love.” Astarion’s fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt and gave your hip an affectionate squeeze. “Now that Cazador is gone, we can do whatever we want. The night is still young.”

“Oh no,” you replied lightly. “I’m turning in for the night after the show is over. I’m exhausted.”

Though Astarion seemed to have plenty of energy, the events of the day had been starting to weigh on you. All you wanted to do after the fireworks display was cozy up in some warm pajamas and snuggle into your bed at the Elfsong Tavern.

Preferably, you would be cuddled up next to Astarion, but you wouldn’t stop him if he had other plans.

Most nights since you had started sharing a room with him, Astarion had been perfectly capable of keeping himself occupied while you slept. Sometimes he would read a book or work on something with a needle and thread, but you almost always awoke to him meditating peacefully beside you.

Other nights, well, he had to hunt. While you were happy to be his donor when he really needed blood, it simply wasn’t practical to let him feed on you all the time. So long as he was discreet, you didn’t mind that he took his hunting to the streets.

With his thumb, he drew idle circles around your hip as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch, enjoying the feel of the heavy blanket wrapped around you and the firmness of his chest against your back.

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear and with a low and husky voice, he said, “I keep thinking about our night in the graveyard.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Which part?”

“The part with you under me,” he muttered against your skin as he slipped one finger beneath the waistband of your pants, “moaning my name as you clawed my back.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “Shh,” you said, your eyes darting around at the people sitting on neighboring blankets. “Not so loud.”

“They aren’t paying attention to us.” Astarion placed a reassuring kiss to the side of your head, but he didn’t move his hand. Then he cocked his chin to the starry sky above the harbor. “The show is about to start.”

Sure enough, the first of the fireworks burst into the sky. A splattering of reds and yellows against the inky night sky, the distant sounds of explosive crackling reaching your ears mixing with the sound of excited cheers from the people around you. You watched as the bursts of light shimmered away, blending into the night, just before more fireworks flowered above.

You couldn’t help but smile as you leaned back into Astarion’s touch. Squeezing his arms around you, he pulled your body flush against his. At first, you thought he was just cuddling closer. But then you felt it: a hard ridge nudged that up against your lower back.

You swallowed, but felt heat rising to your face even as you tried to ignore Astarion’s painfully obvious erection. He wasn’t doing anything inappropriate — he was just holding you. With his hard cock pressed against your back.

Gods, was it always so hot at night? What did you even need a blanket for?

Just as you thought about shrugging the blanket from your shoulders, his fingers slipped further beneath the waistband of your pants. “I want to touch you,” he said, his lips brushing against your throat as he spoke. “Just a little bit.”

“Right now?” you asked, keeping your voice so low you could barely hear yourself over the fireworks. Uncertainty and anticipation tugged your mind in two different directions and you shifted slightly, unsure of what to do with yourself.

It had only been a couple of nights since your tryst in the cemetery, and you and Astarion hadn’t been intimate since. Not for any particular reason — there just wasn’t enough time in the day for intimacy with everything going on with the Absolute.

Suddenly very aware of a subtle, yearning, ache between your legs that hadn’t been there a few moments ago, you pressed your thighs together hoping to give yourself some relief.

It was unfair, really, how quickly Astarion could turn you on.

You were supposed to be on a sweet, innocent, date! And he—

“Spread your legs a bit for me, darling,” Astarion murmured, his dangerous teeth delicately nipping at sensitive flesh just below your jawbone.

He was absolutely going to be the death of you.

Glancing around, there were people in every direction you looked. No one was sitting too close, but they were close enough that they could easily hear your conversation had you not been trying to be quiet. But all of them faced straight ahead, their eyes entranced on the bursts of light blooming across the sky.

“Astarion,” you whispered, your voice somewhere between a warning and a whine as Astarion’s fingers brushed over the soft fabric of your panties. “There are people around.”

His hand stilled, and you couldn’t help the tiny, involuntary, tilt of your hips. You could see the flash of his teasing, rakish smile from the corner of your eye. “Do you want me to stop?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you took one more look around.

Astarion had been right earlier.

No one was paying attention to the two of you.

Shaking your head, you swallowed as nerves and excitement fluttered in your stomach. “But—”

“All you have to do is stay still for me,” Astarion said as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear, “and try not to moan my name too loudly.”

Carefully, and as subtly as you could, you let your legs fall open.

A pleased hum rumbled in Astarion’s throat as he pulled your back flush against him. His hard cock was like a brand against your lower back. “Now just watch the fireworks, darling, and no one will know what I’m doing to you under this blanket.”

Kissing your neck, the tips of his fingers slowly, steadily, circled your clit. You let your head fall back against his shoulder with a sigh, your cheeks burning as he touched you.

Gods, he was really going to do this, wasn’t he? He was going to finger you in public and…

You didn’t want him to stop.

You breathed in deep, inhaling the sweet piney and citrusy scent of his cologne. A comforting scent, and one that turned you on like no other because it was uniquely Astarion’s. Slowly, your body relaxed into his touch.

For a moment, it was just the two of you and the sounds of fireworks.

“Good girl,” Astarion purred as his hand delved between your legs. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as he teased your entrance, gathering your slickness on his fingertips. Slowly, he slid one finger inside of you. “It’s just me and you right now.”

He touched you leisurely, unhurried strokes. The subtle curl of his fingers made you want to arch into him. It was all too easy to forget yourself when you were with him. When he was touching you like this.

How you wanted to return the favor. You wanted to wrap your hand around that hard length behind you and give him some pleasure as well.

But you couldn’t.

At least, not without exposing you both.

When he pressed another finger inside you, a shaky exhale passed your lips. Your walls clenched around him, as if trying to draw him in deeper. “Astarion, please,” you whispered, not really sure what you were asking for.

But Astarion knew.

Astarion knew exactly how to touch you.

He knew exactly what your body needed to be brought to the edge. Oh, he knew how to make you scream in ecstasy, but he also knew how to make you sigh with pure pleasure. Like how his dexterous hands picked locks, it was like they knew all of your intricacies and exactly how to make you fall apart.

You pressed your lips against the underside of his jaw, stifling your moans against his cool skin. The heel of his palm rocked over against your clit in a steady, consistent rhythm as he shallowly thrusted into you. Glancing down, you could see that the thick blanket around you masked his movements completely.

Sneaky, clever, man.

Of course he knew exactly how to do something like this without being obvious. Although Astarion was far from subtle, he was excellent at not getting caught doing things he wasn’t supposed to.

The only one you had to worry about was yourself.

Your face heated as his movements grew more powerful. Your fingers gripped his thigh under the blanket as your core tightened around his fingers.

His tongue flicked the shell of your ear delicately. “Do you know what I want to do right now?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Another gasp escaped your lip as he added a third finger, your body stretching to accommodate him. You felt so full, and you wanted nothing more than for him to go deeper. To fill you completely in a way only he could.

“What… what do you want to do?” you panted, fighting the urge to squirm in his arms.

Whatever you did, you would not let yourself get caught simply because you lacked self control.

The heel of his palm pressed more firmly against your clit, providing delicious friction as he fucked your so gently with his fingers. “I want to bend you over, darling,” he said as he picked up speed. “And I want to taste that pretty pussy of yours.”

Oh, by the gods.

He would never.

It was just dirty talk but — the idea of having an audience was so incredibly hot. Especially since there were so many people around, and you couldn’t indulge in such a fantasy here.

The forbidden nature of it just made you want it more.

“I would make you come on my tongue,” he murmured as the hard ridge between you pressed meaningfully against your back. “Only then, would I give you my cock. And I wouldn’t stop until you were screaming my name.”

You were so close. Your entire body was strung tight as your walls clenched around his fingers, wishing for something bigger. Thicker.

Why did you agree to this? You wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and let him fill you up the way you wanted.

“Gods. Astarion,” you whispered against the scars on his neck. “I’m—”

Your mouth fell open on a sharp gasp as Astarion’s fingers returned to your clit. Astarion captured your lips with his own, drinking in your soft moans as you came undone.

The lights from the fireworks burst behind your closed eyes. The booming display in the sky crescendoed into a deafening roar as the show reached its finale, drowning out your already muffled sighs.

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you as you rode out your orgasm. Your hips undulated lewdly against his hand as his lips moved against yours. He tasted like sweet wine as his tongue flicked against yours teasingly.

It was only when your heart began to settle that you felt the delicate nip of his fangs on your lips. His fingers, still slick with your arousal, intertwined with yours as he gazed down at you.

When you looked into those gorgeous vermillion eyes, his pupils were blown wide with lust.

Lust, and unmistakable love.

Then his eyes flickered toward the direction of the Elfsong Tavern. “You know,” he said, holding your chin in hand as his thumb swiped gently over your lower lip. “I think we should turn in early after all. What do you say?”

You were nodding before he even finished his sentence. “Oh gods, yes.”

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Author's Note: This is my first foray into writing anything in second person or anything xReader, so I'm sorry for any mistakes and I hope you enjoyed!

#astarion #x reader #astarion x reader #astarion smut #astarion fanfic

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critterbitter · 3 months

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HELLO HI ID LIKE TO ASK WHAT PROGRAM AND BRUSHES YOU USE CUZ IM LITTERALY EXPLODING EVERYTIME I SEE YOUR ART

actually actually... *pulls out whole stack of paper*...I have. a FEW,, a good few,, questions to ask. they are not many I swear 😇

OK SO FIRST OF ALL HOW DO YOU DRAW SO FAST???? everyday I log onto Tumblr I always see something new from you and I get very very happy. But then I start to question my own existence because not even I CAN SPEED RUN ART LIKE THAT. AND SO SPECTACULARLY TOO

Last question! how do you color and make it look so well?? just. How. I need to know. This is a CRY FOR HE-

anyway thank you for being one of my favorite artists that always feed my brain rot, pls keep making amazing art because like a little yamper I will follow behind and stay updated.

(Stands there)

Response and thoughts under cut!

First question! What art program I use!

Mostly procreate, along with a handful of brushes! (Specifically the Jing Set and some custom stuff, which is really just a circle brush with the shape changed to a square.)

Second question! How do i draw so much!

Okay so. I am. Ahhah. Unemployed,,,,? No, I do freelance illustration, but hmm. A studio job would be nice.

i graduated college last year and I’m very used to eight hour art shifts. The body sort of remembers to keep working, even though I no longer have storyboards or visdev homework to do.

Also. The hyperfixation is a deep vast tunnel I STILL have not seen the end of the light to, good golly. (I have dreams now about the kids committing shenanigan crimes. I wake up in cold sweat and write them down in a journal. It’s like being the mouthpiece to an angry god.)

So the overall gist is: I was trained to be a storyboard artist with a visdev background, and I’m using that higher education to draw funny muppets because my brain’s funny.

I also DO have a queue, and I’ve been treating this as a sort of inktober project. I am definitely going to slow down soon though! Maybe. Hopefully. Ah… (sheepishly drops my kofi here)

Third question! How do i color!

I. I, uh. I dont know man the coloring demons have a grip on my soul and i just go along for the ride. But also, if it helps, i prefer to limit my pallets to only a few colors at a time. Lighting is king, so if you can figure out if you want to focus on either on your lights or shadows, you’ll have a much easier time composing. That, and symbolic colors— idk, something hits different about art drenched in gold with a tiny hint of a man staring into the blinding horizon, or a green leafy environment with a single dot of artificial red. I also like using blue and purple for shadows, and I’m a big fan of muting colors with only one or two that pop— one of the reasons why I was so attracted to submas in the first place is because from a design aesthetic, they’re both super funny muppet men AND really cool train guys that have a limited pallet and thematic apparel.

Overall response! THANK YOU SO MUCH. This goes out to a BUNCH of people who sent me inbox queries— sorry for not responding, it’s a tad overwhelming because some of them are story questions even I don’t really know will go yet, and others are words of praise and I’m selfish and like scrolling through the inbox to look at them when I feel down. I am more of an artist who sits in the corner and sprouts like a potato rather then a branching vine who socializes, but I really do see people’s responses and they make me go :)))))

Okay ramble over. Thanks for coming to the soapbox, and good luck on creating!

#critterbitter #ask #mailbox

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pupyuj · 3 months

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→ “special girl.” || naoi rei x reader fic.

— you always make sure that your girlfriend has the most perfect birthdays ever but this year, rei was going to be the one to make her day even more special…

word count: 3.0k

dynamic: dom!vers!naoi rei x sub!vers!reader.

content warnings: birthday sex yippee, sex in a public setting, exhibitionism, car sex, fingering, cunnilingus, mommy kink, praise kink, ‘kitty’ kink (if that is even a thing).

requested ? : nope.

a/n: a bit late in the day but happy birthday to my dearest reibear! this was kinda clumsily put together so apologies if it’s lacking compared to my other full fics but ehe i hope you guys enjoy this 🥺

rei loved special occasions for one reason: you!

even after three years of dating, you still managed to make each and every single one of your gifts so different. with that said, rei’s favorite day would be her birthday. one would think that it was normal for someone to have their very own special day as their birthday but rei’s birthday wasn’t special because it was her birthday—it was special because you make it so. every second of that day would be perfect because of you.

and this year, rei’s birthday wasn’t any different than the last.

“you really didn’t have to rent an entire restaurant just for us, (y/n)-ah. that must’ve been really expensive.” rei says as she snuggles closer to your arm. the cool, gentle breeze blows your hair back as the two of you walk along the marbled paths beside the river. it was a peaceful evening—there wasn’t a lot of people in the park (it was nearly 10 p.m. after all), there weren’t too many cars around so the area wasn’t loud with the sounds of exhausts and engines, and it felt as if it was only you and rei in the world.

and on her special day, it was all she wanted. just you. no gift you give her can ever compare to your existence.

“not exactly. the owner is one of my friends from college! i couldn’t pass up the opportunity. i hope you loved it.” you smiled at her. the path was dim with only warm, decades-old street lamps igniting the way, but your smile managed to shine through. or maybe that was just rei looking at you with rose-colored sunglasses and hearts in her eyes. or you could just be that pretty.

yeah. you really were just that pretty.

“i always think that you couldn’t possibly make me fall for you even more but… i’m always proven wrong.” rei momentarily stops her tracks and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, making you blush. both at her words and how her fingertips brushed across your cheekbone.

“cornball,” you teased, earning a soft chuckle from your girlfriend. “i love you more everyday too, rei.” and it was the truth. whenever rei does anything, it warms your heart. you find that there is always a moment where you look at her and time slows down, giving you the opportunity to cherish just how much of a great girl you fell in love with. you knew that even the most expensive or heartfelt present wouldn’t show rei how much you truly loved her, you just hoped that your heart did.

(it did. and it was more than enough.)

she was only a few centimeters taller than you, but whenever you looked into her eyes with so much warmth, love, and devotion, rei always felt so small. but she was safe. and so she leaned in, eyes fluttering to a close just before your lips touched her own.

it was as sweet as the rest of the kisses you’ve had this day—soft, slow, and tastes like… raspberry? yes, rei made sure to wear your favorite lip balm on her because she knew how much you loved tasting it on her lips. perhaps a little too much. you wrapped a single arm around rei’s waist, pulling her in for a deeper kiss. she had her hands on your cheeks, savoring each and every second your lips moved in sync with hers.

before you knew it, you were feeling rei’s hands snake underneath your blouse, tugging on your bra from behind. the two of you just so happened to stop behind a large tree so this spectacle wasn’t really visible to anyone that might be in the park. and it was perfect considering rei had unbuttoned the three buttons on your blouse to attack your neck with kisses and bites. each time you whimpered, the more rei’s heart raced. neither of you have done anything like this before, it was both scary and exciting.

scary, because the two of you could get caught and that would be the most humiliating thing that would happen to either of you.

exciting, because rei has been gawking over the outfit you decided on for this day. the cute skirt, the blouse that a friend of yours tailored specifically for you, and all the jewelry rei bought for you in the past… it was the perfect outfit to ruin you in. rei had hoped she would tear off your clothes in your shared bedroom under the soft lighting of her favorite lampshade but the moonlight and the street lamp serve as a good enough alternative, she supposes.

“a-are you sure… this is the tim—ahh..!” rei found it adorable how you couldn’t even form proper sentences because of her. she nipped and sucked on your skin, making sure to leave hickies where she likes it most all while unclasping your bra from behind. eventually, your back was pressed up against the tree. you crane your neck just to give rei more space to leave her marks. and when she was done, she lifts your top up along with your bra, revealing your now bare breasts to her.

“i don’t think i tell you enough about how beautiful i find you.” rei licks her lips as you start grinding on the thigh she snuck in between your legs. it comforted her to know that you wanted this as much as she did at this time. rei briefly looks around, confirms that nobody had eyes on either of you, before leaning down to place wet kisses across your chest. her lips close around your nipple, making you clasp your hand over your mouth just to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

rei slides a hand underneath your skirt and feels up your soaked panties, gently rubbing circles around your sensitive clit and smiling at the way you’ve started to ride her thigh faster. poor thing, you were so desperate to be filled and used. but since this was rei’s special day, everything should happen on her terms. her eyes snap open when you let out a whine, staring at you as if she wanted to eat you whole while she swirled her tongue around your bud.

fuck, she was so pretty like this. you love her being sickeningly sweet like she always is but when she’s fucking you… rei was like a different person and you loved it.

your hands find their way in her hair and you pull her up for a kiss. at the same time, she pressed her thigh into your clit, making you whine and tug on her hair in a way that you know she loves. rei moans and gets lost in the taste of your lips, giving you the opportunity to unbutton her shirt and give your own eyes a treat. rei had been wearing the white lacy bra that you always loved to see on her. she knew the night was going to take this specific turn one way or the other, being the smartass that she was.

you were halfway through undoing her bra when she stopped you—gently taking your wrist and putting it back on her shoulder. “not so fast,” rei slips her hand inside your panties, pressing her middle finger down your clit. “you’ve already done so much for me today.” and then she was knuckles deep inside you, making you clutch her shirt and release the most beautiful moan rei’s ever heard.

rei fucks you slowly, ensuring that you feel every inch of her fingers inside your walls. and you didn’t complain—you couldn’t. rei watched silently as you freely whined, whimpered, and moaned in the air, feeling her own core buzzing just at the sight of your pretty face making all sorts of expressions for her. now she didn’t care that your volume increased by the minute. you were only loud because rei was fucking you so good, and there was nothing more that she loved than hearing how much she’s making you feel.

“so good… you always make me the happiest on this day, (y/n). and i don’t thank you enough,” rei presses her thumb down on your clit. you gasp sharply, throwing your head back and giving rei the full view of the work she did on your neck earlier. “tonight i get to return the favor.” rei closes her lips around your nipples again, sucking roughly and quickening her pace at the same time.

okay, now you had to really try and shut the fuck up.

forcing your eyes open, you looked down at rei again. her eyes were closed shut, and she was more focused in fucking you to oblivion than anything. the way she rubbed your clit at the same time she would plunge her fingers deep inside you didn’t help the situation that was building up in your stomach. you were afraid that you were going to end up screaming, but maybe that was what rei was working towards. “mmhng…!! m-mommy…! please…” you pulled rei impossibly closer to your chest, and she hums, quickly understanding what your pleading meant and fucked you faster. just how you liked it.

fuck, did that shuffling from behind the tree came from the leaves blowing with the wind or is it people? ah, who gives a fuck at this point… actually, you did. you threw a quick glance to the side and saw nothing but grass and empty benches. the two of you were completely alone. perfect.

briefly, you spotted rei slipping her one free hand underneath her own skirt, rubbing her cunt through your soaked panties and goodness, the things it did to you. “mommy—ahh..!—let me… let me, please. i need to taste y-you, please… i need you…” gosh, you were pathetic. you were practically riding on her fingers just to get yourself off faster. drooling like a rabid dog at the thought of getting to eat your girlfriend out at a place like this.

“behave, and maybe i’ll consider it.” rei says sternly, clearly put off with how you just disregarded what she said earlier. she was going to reward you for all the things you’ve done for her today. you should be grateful! and you really were. you proved that by nodding, shutting the fuck up, and letting rei do as she pleases.

“good kitty.” jesus christ.

“aww,” rei cooed, a genuine smile making its way onto her face when she saw how flustered you’ve gotten. whimpering and whining still but refusing to make eye contact. “don’t be shy, kitten.” you didn’t even have time to react to your favorite pet name before rei starts ramming her fingers inside you in a much more ruthless pace. you’ve already coated her fingers with so much of your slick, now she needs your cum.

“oh..! oh, s-shit…!” you hid your face in the crook of rei’s neck, shaking your head as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. it all felt too good. now rei was giving your neck soft kisses, groaning softly as you dug your nails on her skin.

“fuck..! fuck, momm—” rei covers your mouth when she hears a couple of voices from behind the tree. you had to admit… that scary look in her eyes, silently telling you to not make a single sound, and the tight grip she had around your mouth only turned you on mouth. her hand was a bit damp from how she played with herself earlier and you only saw this as an opportunity to open your mouth as best as you could and start licking rei’s own wetness off her fingers.

rei was a bit taken aback by your sudden boldness, but she was really into it—allowing you to suck at her thumb. “mhm.. you’d really do anything for mommy, huh, kitty?” rei asked. and of course you reply with a nod. correct answer, now rei has you clenching your thighs around her wrist because she was that close to making you cum. rei relishes at the sight of your chest heaving up and down faster and faster the closer you get to your climax, how you start holding on to her a bit tighter, and of course… how much you were grinding on her hand just to feel her palm press against your clit.

rei curls her fingers inside you at the same time her palm brushes against your sensitive bud, making that knot inside your stomach finally break. you came with a squeak, thighs shaking and eyes teary. rei bites her lips as she watches you, wanting nothing more than that obedient little mouth of yours on her throbbing pussy. you were slow to come down from your high, given that it had been a good few days since you’ve last had sex with rei due to your busy schedules and the fact that she just fucked you that good, but rei was patient!

she waited until you were breathing properly to slowly pull out, giggling at how you’ve drenched her hand with your cum. “s-sorry. i…” you blushed. even you didn’t expect to cum that much!

“it’s okay, baby. i got it.” rei says. you really, really tried to look unaffected when she started sucking on her fingers to clean up your mess, but she looked too hot. and rei absolutely knew what this did to you! looking directly at you, while she licked the remains of your cum off her fingers, smirking when she feels you clench on her thighs.

“come on now. if i remember correctly, you wanted to do something for me.” rei doesn’t let either of you get straightened out properly, dragging you towards your car in the parking lot with your tits out for the entire world to see. fortunately enough, the world was asleep.

soon enough, rei was settled in your backseat. her back pressed against the other door while she pulls your face towards her now bare cunt with her legs that she’d put on top of your shoulders. god, she was drenched. you had no idea that fucking you made her like this. if you’d known that this happened every time she fucked you, your nights together would’ve been much, much longer.

“be a good kitten, now. make mommy pro—ohh…” rei grabs a fistful of your hair when you cut her off with a single swipe of your tongue up her lips. you couldn’t help it. this was the one time she was going to let you get away with shit like that since she was so in love with that clouded look in your eyes. rei wasn’t even kidding when she says that you look like an animal right now.

you started working your mouth on her cunt, holding her thighs and keeping them apart. you moaned at how good rei tasted—even after having done this about a hundred times before, you still act as if it’s the first and only time you’re going to eat her out. you flicked her clit with your tongue, earning a moan so satisfying to your ears that you had to close your legs just to try and ignore that feeling in your core once again.

“good..! g-good girl… oh, please..!” each time you close your lips around her clit, rei gasps. she’d buck her hips upward just to have some more of you. you quite liked the feeling of her tugging on your hair and digging her nails in your scalp… as much as it hurt and made you hiss occasionally, the slight pain only turned you on. it meant that you were doing very well for your mommy, after all! what’s not to like?

rei never knew how you could keep your eyes completely open every time you ate her out. sometimes it made her feel self-conscious because of all the faces she could be making but you were just so pretty peering up at her with those shining eyes of yours, practically begging for praise or at the very least, head pats.

“you’re d-doing so well, baby… mhmn..! making m-me feel so good like this.. ah! beats every present you’ve ever gotten me… now, more…” rei closes her thighs around your head, locking you in place. you were in no position to refuse—not like you wanted to anyway. you dipped your tongue inside rei’s cunt and she let out a loud moan that turned you on enough to keep going, holding onto her thighs so tightly that you might actually leave nail marks on her skin.

“i’m cumming, love…! c-cumming..! oh my god…” it takes another suck at her clit for her to start tapping out, but rei was already cumming all over your face by then. head thrown all the way back as she made a mess on you, her grip on your hair slowly loosening up as her breathing slowed. you lapped her up like the diligent pet that you were, ensuring that you wouldn’t waste a single drop of her cum.

once you were finished, you rose up. you looked more of a mess than rei was what with your hair sticking to your face because of both sweat and rei’s cum. rei laughs at your funny state and reaches out, fixing your hair and wiping your mouth with tissues. she looks at you with pure adoration as you helped her clean up, wiping her thighs clean and gently applying ointment on the marks you’ve left her.

(yes you had emergency ointments in the car for these kinds of situations! totally normal.)

“thank you, (y/n). for everything.” rei takes your face in her hands, squishing your cheeks lightly before kissing your nose. oh, she has no idea how thankful you were of her just existing. today may be her birthday, but it felt like yours too. after all, what’s a greater gift than having someone so amazing as naoi rei as your sweet lover?

“i love you a lot, rei.” you said with that blinding smile of yours rei always adored.

“i love you more, pretty,” rei kisses your nose again. she feels like she’ll be doing that a lot tonight, or forever, rather. “and when we get home, i’ll show you just how much.”

seriously, which one of you was having the birthday again?

#ive smut #ive x reader #ive imagines #ive x fem reader #naoi rei smut #naoi rei x reader #naoi rei x fem reader #naoi rei imagines #rei smut #rei imagines #rei x reader #rei x fem reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #girl group x fem reader

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absurd-ash · 4 months

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Howdy and hello! Could you write something platonic for Monkie king and Macaque with a time traveler reader that keeps popping in and out of their life? Like, they live in the present, but every few days they randomly get thrown back in time for a couple weeks?

Of course! I love this prompt so much!!

TimeTraveler

[Macaque & Wukong x GnReader] Platonic!

______________________________________________________________ >🌙☀️The first time you just popped into their life, you bet Wukong screamed like a little girl as you just plopped into existence right in front of him

>Although, once you explained it to both of them they understood completely, you can't tell me that they haven't met another time traveler in their lives before at least once. Do you know how OLD these guys are?????

>It would sometimes frustrate you, since well- you couldn't warn them of stuff like big enemies, like the lady bone demon

>If you did, that could mess up the WHOLE timeline

>🌙Macaque understands you well on that spectrum

>He knows of past, present, and future because of his six ears and he can't try to warn people because it could mess everything up

>So that could be one way you two could bond

>☀️Wukong would be asking you questions 24-7, like, 'how well is Mk doing?' 'does he stay just as cool as he is right now in the future?' 'whats your favorite color?'

>Yeah, he also asks you personal questions, he just wants to get to know you better

>He would also most likely to ask what would happen in the future

>Especially questions that you can’t answer unless you wanted the world to explode

>like- you couldn’t tell him that lady bone demon came back, as well as azure and the others, future fights, matpat retiring, if you did the world would just combust in itself!

>so instead, you would usually change the topic, bringing up something different and safe from the future, like him finding a tasty peach

>he totally saw through it though, but he lets it slide, even though he doesn’t know why you won’t answer some of his questions

>🌙☀️if you were ever frustrated when you got throw back in time for, they would try to comfort you

>Wukong would try to just make you have fun, to make you smile

>he just wants you to be happy when you hang out with him. Please tell him you appreciate every second you guys have together, it means so much to him. It would just make him melt from happiness

>he would save his tastiest peaches for when you pop in, just so you can have some

>Macaque on the other hand, would try to make you appreciate the past, try to make you calm down and slow down

>He doesn’t know for sure, but he can assume that it would be stressful, so he tries his best to make you relax.

>whether that be with a shadow play, or just hanging out, he would enjoy it nonetheless

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Hey guys! It’s me :p Hope you enjoyed this, I’m sure you can tell but I tried out a different style for this one, tell me if you like it! Also, I’m now going by both Robyn and Ash, finding a new, gender neutral name is hard man- also, goodbye grandpa matpat🫡

#x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong #headcanon

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moonlit-midnight · 10 months

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TWST Imagines: Dating a Book Lover.

Characters: Octavinelle (separately). With a partner who’s a huge fan of the Percy Jackson series.

Warnings:

GN!Reader, fluff, crack, very self indulgent.

Percy Jackson is one of my fave male protagonists in a book series, and I randomly got inspired to write this since he’s related to the ocean.

𓈒❀. Azul Ashengrotto:

– Lowkey gets jealous when you gush fondly about Percy Jackson aka one of your beloved book crushes.

– Despite his teeny tiny jealousy, he doesn’t mind your constant fangirling/fanboying.

– As long as it makes you happy, then he’s happy too.

– He loves buying you blue things because it’s Percy’s favorite color.

– He thinks it’s heartwarming that one of the reasons why you adore Percy’s character is because of his unconditional love for his mother and his unwavering loyalty to his friends.

– Endless praises and sweet compliments when you show him your fan arts and illustrations.

– “Wow, so this is how Percy looks like! I think he’s so handsome.”

– “And so are you, my darling Azul.”

𓈒❀. Jade Leech:

– Is fascinated by how enamored you are with your favorite character.

– “You seem so in love with him, my dear. Is he perhaps the love of your life?”

– “No, you silly merman. Percy Jackson might be my book crush, but you’re the love of my life.”

– He absolutely loves seeing you in your element, like you literally shine when you talk about your most-loved book series.

– Teases you when you get caught writing fluff fanfictions.

– Has a big mischievous grin on his face when you mentioned Percy’s underwater kiss with his girlfriend.

– “Would you like to be kissed underwater, my dearest pearl? I could take you on a beach date right now.”

– Comforts you when you tell him that you miss reading the series since it doesn’t exist in twisted wonderland.

– He once dressed up as Percy and you were absolutely smitten.

– *screams internally* Jade Leech with SEA GREEN EYES and MESSY JET BLACK HAIR.

𓈒❀. Floyd Leech:

– Gets adorably jealous whenever you mention Percy’s name.

– “Shrimpy, don’t ya get bored talking about this Percy guy?”

– “Never! He’s my darling book crush.”

– “AND I’M YOUR DARLING BOYFRIEND!”

– Is amused with the sea-related nicknames you give him: Sea Boy, Seaweed Brain, Captain Salt Water.

– Gets annoyed when you tell him that they're Percy’s nicknames.

– He finds it cute when you call his magical pen Riptide which is the name of Percy’s pen weapon.

– When he’s in a good mood, he indulges in your interests and actually listens.

– “Hey Shrimpy, if me and Percy were drowning, who would you save?”

– “NONE of you would drown! You’re a freaking MERMAN and Percy is the Son of Poseidon!!!”

– He kinda reminds you of Percy and he’s quite smug about it.

– “He’s unpredictable, sarcastic and has a troublemaker smile. He’s also brave, good-looking, kind and has a smart sense of humor.”

– “Ooooh, I didn’t know that your book crush is a cool guy.”

– He secretly gets excited whenever you ramble about your book obsession because he loves listening to your voice.

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darkchocoboo · 1 year

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Car | Javier Peña

part 1

pairing: Javier Peña x F! reader.

summary: Javier is mad about you leaving his house.

cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT MINOR DNI! p in v sex, thigh riding, public sex, car sex, uprotected sex, angst to fluff, Javi is kind of a dick, he takes you to the woods to talk, no Y/N

“What the hell agent? Are there anything else that you hide from me?” You jumped in scare as your office’s room slammed open.

“What? What’re you talking about Peña?” He closed the door behind him, leaving towards your desk.

“That you’re the daughter of the ambassador? How long you’re gonna hide that?” You were genuinely confused about why he was so angry. You tried to keep it cool as he hovered over you, face inches away from you.

“Was it related in any kind, boss? Why are you so angry about it?” He was shocked about how calm you were against his anger.

“Why does it bother you, Peña? Do you think that I’m here because of him. Do you think that he ordered them to send me down here?” Now it was you who was angry. You got up on your feet, slamming your hands on table.

“Do you really think I’m standing where I am because my old man is the fucking ambassador? No, Peña. I’m here because I worked my ass of to be here. I. WORKED. MY. ASS. OFF. Did you know he’s trying to send me back to US? In every chance he gets. With every power he puts his hands on, he’s trying to send me back! But no, I’m not gonna let him. I’m not gonna let his power wash over what I did to become who I am today. And no I’m not gonna take your shit. If you have anything real to be angry about, about our jobs in DEA, you can yell as long as you want. But I’m not gonna listen your bullshit. Now, if you let me I have things to do.” You fell on your chair, knees shaking from anger. He turned his back to you, lit a cigarette. Took two steps to the door. He couldn’t take another.

“Why did you left, without saying a word?” So that was the real reason.

“I found a place. I don’t have any reason to crush at your place anymore.”

“Where is it?”

“Where is what? Oh, across the street from yours.”

Look at that little coincidence, Javi thought to himself. And left the room without saying another word.

Javi pushed the drapes to side for a better view. Watching you dancing around on your balcony with a bottle in your hand. Laughing to someone he doesn't know. Saying things that he can't hear with a smile on your face. He was jealous. Blood boiling in his veins in anger. He wanted to punch that guy on his fucking face. He squeezed the glass in his right hand. Sending the amber colored drink down his throat.

It was already midnight, street lights luminating the street. That guy was still in your home, who know what he was doing to you. Did he made you feel as good as Javi did? Did he made you moan as loud?

Javi didn't sleep that night. Drowning himself on whiskey, lighting a cigarette right after another. He was confused why he felt that way. He was confused about the feeling that burned him from inside. It was just one week, for one week you lived with him. Every morning he woke up from his sleep he saw you, sleeping on his couch. So peaceful almost looking like an angel. Your mouth slightly open, locks of hair stuck on your face and neck. Your eyes twitching from the dream you're having. The way your eyelashes bat around your eyes as you wake up, little yawn you let out. Streching your body as you sit on the same couch, the pillow mark on your face. The way you blush when you realize his eyes all over you. Your fake-angry grunts. He was just getting used to it. You being around him. When this was his morning routine, he almost felt happy for the first time in years. But it was all gone one morning. He woke up a little late, walked into the living room expecting to see you, but everything was gone. Every little thing to prove your existance was gone. Like you were never there. It was dissapointment, what he felt at that moment. He forced himself to go to work. When he got there, he overheard other agents talking about you, being the only daughter of the ambassador. He wasn't angry about that. He was angry about you leaving without saying a word. But it was a good reason to yell at you.

He got up, took a quick shower, got dressed. Walked out of the building and started to wait for you as he lit another cigarette. The man from your balcony appeared on the door first, then you walking behind him. You smiled at his ugly face, hugged him your goodbye and took steps to your SUV. Javier stopped you from opening the door.

"Who was he?"

"Good morning to you too, Boss." You took his cigarette that was hanging from his beautiful lips to put between yours. You took a deep breath, exhaling the smoke to his face.

"Who was he?" His fingers digging into your wrist.

"A friend. If it's any of your business."

"A friend,huh. A friend who stays over night." You let out a sigh. Throw the cigarette bud off to the street.

"Can I go now? My boss is gonna be angry."

" Your boss needs you somewhere else. Get in." You drove as he gave directions. The air was tense, there was no small talk nor little sarcasms like he always does. It was a small hill with no trees, in middle of nowhere.

"What are we doing here, Boss?"

"Why did you left without saying a word?"

"Thank you for the couch, Javi. But I really have no idea why you acting like this. I know it was mean of me to leave like that but,"

"Why did you left like that?"

"Like what Javi, like what?" Now you were yelling.

"Like nothing happened."

"I thought it was one time thing and didn't mean anything. As you always do. What did you expected?" You turned your face to him. He stuttered under his breath you couldn't catch on. His hands find your face. His thumb caressing your face. Sweeping your locks from your face. His face getting closer to yours as he kept looking directly in your eyes. His soft lips find yours quickly. His hand lowered to your throat giving a light squeeze to make you open your mouth. His tongue searching for an opening on your lips. You let him into your mouth as your tongues meet in hunger. Tongues clashing like the feelings inside you. You didn't mind any of that. Just wanting to taste him. His touch on your bare skin. His arms covering you as he gave you a taste of heaven. Moans he gave you on that very night. You would give your life to hear those again. He breaks the kiss suddenly.

"It meant something. I waited for that night for a long time. It fucking meant something."

"Is that so, Javi? Then why did you act like I was some prostitute? You didn't even say good morning. You just left me in your bed with taxi money on bedside table. Was that what it meant to you?"

"I-" You raised your hand in dissapointment.

"Shut up, it's my turn. You came into my office rampaging about unrelated things. Acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Those were the first things that you said to me that week. Now you come to me asking about who was in my house and why I act like this. Without thinking how you acted first. Who are you to question me Javier Peña?"

Tear were running down your face as you slammed your forehead on the stirring wheel. Your body burning up with anger.

"You don't know shit Peña. A shit. You're so used to being every women's favorite that you forgot how to act normal. You don't even know how to talk to a woman without seducing them. You catched me in a vulnerable time and used it. That's what happened. And me, being the stupid bitch I am, let you do that."

Now you were calm, crying on the wheel, sobbing as your chest moves up and down slowly.

"I haven't felt that way in years. It was my happiest week." He confessed in a slow tone.

"I was scared that I would ruin it with my words. Now I see I ruined it by not saying anything. I don't know how to be happy, Agent. I was never happy. Before you. I acted like a jerk, I know. And I'm gonna make it up for it. I didn't do any of that to make you feel bad."

"You're old. But you know nothing." His hand find your shoulder pulling you to his chest.

"Then teach this old man." He kissed your hair, he kissed your forehead that was on his chest, he kissed your nose, he kissed your wet eyes. He kissed your lips last. In a way he never kissed anyone before. With love, with fondness. You could taste your salty tears on his lips.

You climbed on him on passenger seat. Your denim tight around your thighs. Kiss turned into a more passionate one. His hands trailing your curves like wants to memorize everything. Running his hands under your band tee to find you without a bra.

"Nasty. This is how you come to work, baby?"

"Nah, only on Wednesdays." You mocked him, lips brushing against his. You grind against him under your jeans. He raised his hips in need on your touch.

“Oh, baby.” Lips found your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on your sensitive skin. Your hands walked down on his mustard colored button-ups. Feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. His metal buckle belt hit your fingers. You started undoing his buttons. Slowly, you took your time, you made him whimper with your slow movements.

His patience was running out, you wanted to take your time, torturing him made you more wet between your legs. Hands left your back for a moment. He ripped his shirt, buttons spreading all over your car.

“You can’t wait to have me, can you?”

“I’m gonna make you mine, bonita. When you walk into the office everybody is gonna know that I fucked you minutes ago. Everybody is gonna know that you’re my girl and my girl only.” You licked your lips with his words. Giving him the doe-eyes. You know that works on everybody. He took of your band tee in one slick motion, lips found one of your nipples. Teeth on your sensitive bud make you moan.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” His cold fingers started toying your other one. You undid his belt buckle fastly. You needed to feel him, feel that burning sensation deep inside your pussy. Grinding him harder know. You fished his already wet thick cock out of his boxers. Squeezing him a little. Your hand moving up and down on his lenght, feeling every vein on it.

“Not yet.” He stopped ypu by wrapping his long fingers to your wrist. He unbuttoned your jeans, signaling you to take them off. Taking off your jeans was a pain in the ass, considering your position. But you made it work, leaving yourself with only your lace panties.

“Ride me, my thigh. Ride my thigh.” You started riding his jeans eyes closed, mouth half open. Your lace panties and his denim fabric making your clit ache with friction.

“Javi-“ Your juices left wet marks on his blue denim. He grabbed your waist and pressed you more to his leg. Nails digging to your skin. He squeezed one of your boobs with hand making you want him more.

“Javi, please.”

“You can’t wait to have me, can you babygirl?”

“No please.” He kept grinding you to his jeans as he slowly moved his leg up and down, jumping you with him.

“You gonna cum on my leg, then I will think about fucking you.” His hard cock was resting on his lower belly, leaving pre-cum stains on his open button-ups.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Ride me, make yourself cum. So good Agent. You look beautiful when you’re horny.” You were at the edge of a cliff and his praising wasn’t helping about maintaining your sanity.

“Javier, I can’t, please.” He chuckled with your words.

“You can, baby. Cum on my thigh. I know you can give it to me.” Your legs started shaking with his, mind got all blurry when your juices started to wet his jean.

“Just like that. I knew you could do it.” Your head fell on his shoulder as you felt the warmth spreading all over your body. His hand caressing your back as you rest on his shoulder.

He opened the door, grabbed your ass as he stepped out of the car.

“Javi, someone can see.”

“That’s the point, cariño. Let’em see.” He dropped you on the ground. Lowered his jeans to his ankles. He bent you over your car, peppering your back with small kisses. So light you couldn’t even felt his lips on your back. He stroked him self a little to spread his pre-cum. His red throbbing tip found your hole.

“Do it, please. I need you Javier.” He slammed his hips to you. A gasp escaped your mouth. Air inside your lungs was all göne with his harsh movement. You lost control of your own body. Your knees started shaking as your hand found his ass to press him to your core deeper.

“So, you like it rough, right Agent?” You couldn’t find your words as he kept pushing himself deeper to your core. He left you speechless.

“You’re taking me so well, babygirl. Like you’re made for me. Never saw anyone take it s’good.”

You’re mouth watered as his long fingers grabbed you by hair. Moans scratching your throat, leaving you breathless. Your high was coming to get you any second. He never slowed down, never changed his pace. He just kept hammering you to your car.

“Javi, I’m”

“Me too baby.” He pulled you to his chest by your hair. Hugging you with one arms other find your clit. Rubbing it with his thumb. This was way too much. You could lose your mind over his actions. Your walls started clenching around him, your orgasm hit you hard as he pulled out. Your knees wasn’t keeping you standing at that moment. You hold on to your car. Your juice streaming between your legs as he jerked himself between your thighs. His thick ropes painting inside your legs, dripping down to your knees and the grass under you.

“You never not surprise me, bonita. I love that about you.” He kissed you slowly. Your breaths slowed down as he kept you in his arms. His head resting on the crook of your neck. Hot breath hitting your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“I’m never gonna let anyone upset you. Not anymore. You understand? Not me, not your father. No one ever gonna upset you.” He kissed you again, with love.

#javier pena smut #javier pena #javier pena x y/n #javier pena narcos #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #narcos #pedro pascal imagine #javier peña imagine #smut

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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𝙒𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙙

pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader`

concept: Fire burns passionately when passion is present.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: Beefy Bucky, poetic fluff, poetic kisses, body worship, holiday poetic smut ─ p in v smut, size kink, unprotected sex, nicknames ─ (Angel, baby girl)

a/n: This is for the ‘Tis the Season to be Thot-y’ writing challenge! My dialogue prompt was: “you got me a Christmas present?” and my festive device was ‘Christmas decorations.” And my hot babe was Beefy Bucky.

Hi, @jadedvibes I'm your secret santa, and I hope you're beaming when you read the notification. The fact that I had the pleasure of becoming your little holiday menace made me so excited.

the cute gif/line divider/moodboard made by me

lovely betas: @lunarbuck and @writing-for-marvel

Masterlist

Let me meet your needs, and like lightning, you strike me down.

A crimson bow is placed on top of the gold-wrapped box. The Christmas lights are clearly reflected in your eyes. You are excited to offer this gift to your beefy man as he stares at you with his sparkling blue eyes.

He cautiously opens the box, his eyes widening at the contents before darting up to you and back down again, running his fingers across the polaroid. It's the most beautiful picture of you in red lingerie, tossing gold tinsel in the air.

When he recognized it, his eyes widened, and you caught his beaming smile as he turned to face you.

"Is this my gift?" Standing up with the package in his hands, he walks towards you, his eyes lustful. In a moment, he is mystified before closing the box, looking at you, and taking you in.

He tosses the package onto the table and glances at you.

You breathe, "Yeah, wrapped in your favorite color, and I’m wearing it right now."

"Oh-" escapes Bucky's throat as he arches backward, every nerve on edge. Dark blue eyes burn the trench coat as he looks around and forgets he is in public, and here you are teasing him.

"Would you like to touch and take it off, big boy"

That's what you do to him-take the air out of his body and make him happy.

He can take you apart in the restroom, or he can be a gentleman and wait until you get to the car. He sees the twinkle in your eyes, and he knows you love to be a menace.

You feel his lips touch your earlobe as he pushes you out the door.

“You look so pretty for me, but are you gonna scream for me? Wanna hear my name come out of that pretty little mouth." He whispers so close to your skin.

Seeing his hands on your waist, holding onto his arms, and feeling the veins tremble on your fingertips, seeing the muscular curves of his arm reminds you that tonight's show is yours. “Do you like to tease me, pretty girl?”

You live every second of your existence to tease him, and you like being with him simply to get a chance to turn him on and thank him for making him the savage beast he is. You can’t wait to get home and finish the teasing.

It feels so good, waiting on your patient lips, getting carried away by your words.

With a feather-light kiss, Bucky places his lips on your back, and you can feel the seductive moistness of his lips against your skin, enveloping your whole body and releasing a sensation of warmth and cushioning on your back. Your shoulders are now swimming with warm kisses while his fingers trace the garter straps.

The feeling of Bucky's fingertips digging into your hips, Bucky's forehead tipping forward against your back.

“Have you been nice or naughty? ”

"Yep," you whisper, breathless, as you turn around to answer the question because you know either way you respond, you’ll be teased. How do you answer such a question?

Now that he knows how jolly you are in your gift-giving, Bucky speeds every spotlight to find out how naughty you've been.

Your garter wraps around your full thighs, and your bralette squeezes the soft curve of your breasts. Because of the cool air and the texture of the lace, your nipples are barely visible and hardened. The hardness of his dick has increased. You are the perfect gift when the loose-fitting strap slinks downward over your shoulder.

As you twirl around a little more, you show him how it fits around you and how the red garter kisses your skin.

Bucky licks his lips because he wants to devour that pretty skin of yours and show you what you do to him.

The moment Bucky reaches for your bralette strap, your skin shivers.

Whenever Bucky touches you, you feel dizzy, lost, and found. He is the only man who makes you feel loved and seen. From his warm hand to his cold hand, dancing around your body and creating a sense of love in your soul.

You quickly pull silver tinsel and slide it over his eyes, he is effectively blindfolded. A very sexy sound comes from his throat, and he shakes his head slightly. "Can I open my eyes now?" he asked, a smile playing on his full lips.

“It sounds like a no to me." He says amusedly, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

"No. You can't open your eyes," you tell him. “It's either you're a good boy, or you're getting coal for being naughty.”

“You like me being naughty, Angel.”

Before you can begin the sentence, he grabs you and pulls you to him. He starts at your thighs, stroking up and down your silk stockings as he warms your skin. The sensation sweeps up your spine.

At the top of the stockings, he brings his lips to the bare skin and runs his tongue along the garter. His fingers run over the red lace, stopping to finger the small black bows.

He caresses your skin with his thumbs, making you moan, and leaving you breathless.

It's like you're going to burst when his lips trail kisses along your collarbone, licking and tasting your skin to the point of bursting. You can feel his lips numbing with pleasure after he whispers, "You make me want to do some naughty things to you," before he bruisingly kisses your lips.

With the kiss broken, he pulls off the blindfold and steps back, looking you up and down. You catch your breath when he finally meets your eyes with ocean-blues, glistening with lust. You feel the raging passion in his lips as he kisses you searingly, the heat of arousal breaking through.

"Naughty boy," you pant against his lips.

He growls low in his throat and grabs your ass, lifting you up into his lap. You wrap your legs around him and bury your face in his neck as he makes his way to the bed.

Upon inhaling the inviting scent of his warm body, you breathe in the pleasant notes of cedar and sandalwood, along with the inherent sweet scent of his beefy body.

With your own kisses, licking the skin on his neck, and smearing him with your own love, you can not savor him. You're thrown down on the bed, covered with his body, as he holds your hands above your head.

Now you are his.

“Angel, behave yourself."

He tortures you with his lips and tinsel like a feather, lying perfectly still while you whimper and try to obey him.

When he presses his palms against your breast, massaging and squeezing the soft flesh, he watches as it expands over the lace with a groan. A moan escapes your lips as Bucky leans forward to brush his nose against yours.

Bucky gently touches you deeply and presses his lips against your ear, “Want you to come. I want to see you all flushed and pretty,"

You detect none of the frantic energy from moments ago. Taking in the soft, rough lips of Bucky, you lose yourself in the feeling, comparing it with your own feelings. Your senses are rekindled as you inhale his sweet lips.

You have my heart when your lips are swollen with sensuality and desire.

The shockwaves of pleasure spread through your body as you clench your fists into the sheets. Your lips part slightly as a raw moan escapes your throat. Bucky groans softly, slipping his tongue between your folds to taste you and probe you gently. You urge him for more, letting your soft moans slide from your mouth as you arch up against his tongue.

A hand reaches out under your hips, caressing your lower abdomen, then he moves his hand down to your mound, teasing your folds apart. Bucky licks a stripe between your entrance and your clit slowly, swirling his tongue gently over it while humming softly.

As you rock against his mouth, wanting more and falling into the blissful pleasure, you feel as if you are on top of the Christmas tree, watching the lights dance, Bucky's name echoes in your ears.

He groans deep in his throat and closes his lips lightly around your clit, sucking it very gently as he continues to tease it with his tongue.

Love is more than words, so he wants you to feel his desire. He teases you a bit to get you to feel it.

As the tremors of your orgasm sweep through you, you choke out a gasping moan of Bucky's name in between other unintelligible sounds. Bucky spanks you for being so naughty.

It is a gift to see Bucky’s face as he watches you come for him. He knows that nobody can make you feel like this or even touch you how he does.

The holiday night is just beginning.

It was like a spark of life at the end of a long night, light to ignite the flame of your love that made him thrilled, thrilled merely to exist.

You let out a soft breath at the feel of Bucky's hardness trapped between you both. You slip your hands around his waist, pushing him back slightly so that you can wrap one leg around him, pulling him toward you. You arch your back off the bed, letting him start to press into you. "I've been nice. I need you now."

Bucky moans low and raw as you rise against him. “Yes, you've been nice, and your pussy's been nice too,” he chokes out, grasping tightly at the base, squeezing hard.

He whispers hoarsely, steadying the head of his cock at your entrance as he slips inside slowly, changing his hip positions as he goes.

After Bucky slowly begins to enter you, you let out a chorus of moans. You’re beginning to ache for it - something you haven’t experienced before. Your body is singing as the sensations start flowing through you again, and everything is amplified by the feeling.

A deep breath is taken by Bucky as his hips touch yours, allowing him to feel.

Then, with a swallowed groan, he gives into the instinctual impulse to thrust, to just move, and he settles into a slow, deep rhythm in order to stretch the moment out as long as possible. Even though you are already so close to him, he wants to prolong it forever. He feels so good around you that you can’t do anything else.

Fire burns passionately when passion is present.

Almost like being on top of the world, you can feel his touch in all the right places and feel your body temperature rising as you float above the clouds. You bite your lip as the emotions overtake you, and you lean over and pull Bucky up for a deep kiss.

Can this man really love you and still be real? Since the first time you met Bucky, he has been the greatest blessing to you. It has been an honor to feel him in the most intimate way possible.

As his hand wraps around your throat, he applies gentle pressure. At his mercy, you feel electric jolts coursing through you.

You feel Bucky's hands slip on your neck as he kisses you hard. The momentum of his thrusts drives you back to the edge as he grabs your other hand and digs his fingers deep into them for leverage. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips. As the heat pools in your stomach again, you whine softly.

As if moonlight shined over a misty night, your eyes seduced me in every way.

"I got you," he whispers into your neck, kissing your pulse and feeling the rapid beats.

As soon as you let go, he grabs you, driving into you hard, and joins you. Your screams are filled with his name.

With his hips stilled and burying his face in your neck, Bucky softly whispers, "Angel, my precious Angel.".

Taking hold of his angel, he breathes an inaudible blessing out to the gods.

Bucky shifts with you, pulling an arm out from under you to smooth your hair away from your damp forehead. He lightly circles your lips with his fingertips, he breathes, "Best holiday gift.”

The air around you grows quiet as you lean into his hand, your breath evening out. Your eyes slowly open, and you gaze at Bucky.

My lips, eyes, heart, and soul all tell a story, and he has the honor of telling mine through my body.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #beefy!bucky x reader #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #Tis the Season to be Thot-y #bucky barns fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction #sebastian stan characters #bucky barnes x latina!reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n

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I caved and finally made a Trolls oc. I don’t have a lot on her, but she’s a precious bean.

Briar is a pop troll, but she loves all kinds of music. She briefly lost her cool after feeling like she didn’t fit in amongst her fellow pop trolls when she just no longer felt happy singing or dancing to the pop music, but once she heard other music her color came back. She definitely enjoys rock more than pop, but purely because she’s gotten tired of hearing only pop for her whole life. Variety is key in keeping her happy. She got the skull belt after the events of World Tour because she just loved it so much. The flower in her hair is a clip on jewelry type thing, the flower is fake because she would have to constantly get a new flower every time the original one died. As stated above she lowkey a fan of BroZone. She liked them a lot when she was younger, but now that she’s older she feels silly for being so into the group. Though that does stop her from occasionally listening to their record every once in awhile as a way to just let her be herself.

I really only caved and made a Trolls oc because of @tea0w0stache and @0ketlyn-s Brotherhood AU. It’s so good and I love all the designs and love Bruce (Spruce is just my favorite character in the Trolls canon anyways). That love has been channeled into my oc (for the fun of it) because I have her having a crush on Bruce but she really just keeps it to herself. However, as an outcast (because she’s not that big of a fan of how the pop trolls worship JD, Bruce and Floyd like they’re a godsend) she does occasionally talk to Poppy about things because she really doesn’t know who else to talk to that just will listen. Plus, Briar really isn’t good with socializing. She tends to stick to herself and just makes things that could possibly make their hidden existence better. She would love to be more sociable, but prefers to view things from a distance. The flower skirt she wears is actually something she’s made. She’s pretty good at making outfits, but she makes other things. Especially if she’s in a really creative mood.

Don’t take what I said for the Brotherhood AU seriously since it’s not my AU and I purely made that version of her for fun. BH!Poppy and BH!Bruce do not belong to me, they belong to Dex and Ket. As far as I know the AU is still underdevelopment and whatnot. If you’re interested go check out both of their blogs and ask them about it. I’m purely an outsider just looking in and creating a bit of fun (and small bit of fanart). Go support the two of them, they’re really cool people!!!

Anyways, idk if I’ll actually do much with Briar since I just couldn’t resist making a Trolls oc any longer. With that being said hope you all enjoyed the art! If you want to see more Briar art let me know, any questions on her you are free to ask. Likes are nice, but reblogs help others see the art so if you want your mutuals and followers to see it reblog it ^w^ As always, hope you’re having a wonderful day and stay creative!

#my art #my digital art #my oc #my oc art #troll oc #trolls #trolls oc #trolls original character #briar trolls oc #brotherhood au #not my au #fanart?#a bit of fanart #oc art #brotherhood au poppy #brotherhood au bruce

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jester-lover · 11 months

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Hobie with a Desi! S/O

cw/ fem! Reader, horrible attempt at writing British people, including multiple desi cultures bc my girlies need all the representation we can get (it’s slim pickings out here) all fluff, some cultural struggles, but everything is resolved, mentions of insecurities

(LONG POST- headcanons and a drabble)

I'm goth and I had a literary awakening when Hobie showed up

There are literally only two ways I see the two of you meeting

The first involves you being a friend/relative of Pavitir’s, who is exceptionally happy his two homies are getting along

In this situation, Hobie would know a little more about you from the get go, and you most likely would know about him (Pav thinks he’s so cool, he’ll talk about his friends to anyone who’ll listen)

Another; in my opinion, funnier, way for the two of you to meet is him accidentally crashing a desi wedding when he’s on Spidey business

You would be mildly peeved with him for disturbing the wedding, but his spunk and generally opinionated personality make you fall for him

Either way, congratulations! You have the world’s loveliest punk boyfriend

As a boyfriend, Hobie loves helping out in any activity you need help with

He’s the type of boy who tries his absolute hardest to be there for any event that is important to you

No matter if its a massive grad party or a late night pizza run, Hobie is there and having the time of his life

Now, moving onto the cultural aspect, Hobie adores learning about other cultures

Your family is weary of him at first, because of the way he dresses primarily

He manages to find a place in their hearts after they see the way he treats you (with respect and dignity!!!!)

Also the fact that he eats whatever your mom makes, entire plate, man will lick it clean

(I mean, have you seen how much British people love takeaway?)

“Is your mum home yet?” “She’s making something good I bet, she always is.”

He can HANDLE spice, and he’s good with kids (his interaction with Mayday proved that to me)

Your parents may end up, in a shocking event, liking him!

Hobie is your biggest hype man whenever you wear cultural clothes, especially if they’re a little on the edgy side, dark colors and all that

Lehengas, shalwar kameez, sarees, etc, he loves them all

“You're dressed up, aren’t you?”

He’ll explain it to you in this mysticised ‘stepping on eurocentric beauty standards’ type of way, but you know deep down he just thinks you're super pretty

He’s obsessed with your features, no matter what you look like, he thinks you have the most perfect face in the world

If you ever make Hobie Desi food, he’ll be in love with you forever

He loves pani puri, especially if the pani is a lil spicier

His love language is acts of service, and you making him something to eat is like, you are nourishing him?? With bomb Desi food?? he’s is seeing heaven rn

He most DEF asks Pav (who then asks Gayatri) for advice on how to impress you

This leads to him, hanging onto your windowsill, with a Mendhi tube in his hand, and a calm smile on his face

As Hobie slid off his mask, his gorgeous hair fell to the sides of his sharp face. Placing the spiky mask on your side table, he sauntered towards your bed, abruptly sitting down and motioning for you to follow him.

You sighed, and smiled as you took your spot in front of him. He was alway so considerate, taking your interests into mind whenever he swung by.

“You know, I’m not a pro at this or anything.”

He grinned, almost wolfishly, and placed the small sharp tipped tube into your lap.

“I could care less, do anything on my hands.”

You gently took one of his hands into both of yours, spreading it out to see the flesh of his palm, his nails were painted red this week, courtesy of you, of course.

His long bony hand flexed as you gently took off each of his silverish rings, one by one.

You were completely focused on this simple act, treating him with a gentleness only you could offer him, a complete contrast from his usual existence.

“I don’t have a lot of time today, my cousin’s getting married, we have to go to some pre wedding events.”

Hobie perked up in interest, sliding his free hand to smooth out your gingham sheets.

“And what do you plan to wear?”

His mind flashed through all the traditional clothes he’s seen you in, each more ornate and beautiful than the last.

“The lehenga most likely, the peach-ish one, with the sparkles.”

You undid the little plastic pin at the top of the Mehendi tube, applying a slight pressure and making a small line on his palm to start out with.

Hobie looked at you closely, remembering the last time he saw that specific lehenga.

“That one’s cute.”

You laughed a little, looking down at your messy drawing.

“I was going for a flower but it sorta looks like a palm tree.”

He looked down at his hand, a messy smudgy, and less than finished flower was on his palm.

“Maybe, a couple more petals on the top, yeah?”

You squeezed the Mendhi tube again, carefully drawing three extra petals on the top.

“There! I think that's good.”

Hobie looked down at his palm and kept a laugh back, poorly albeit.

The flower wasn’t necessarily bad, just a little wonky.

“It's absolutely beautiful.”

You smiled.

“Hold your hand still until it dries, then peel off the crumbly bits, okay?”

Hobie mockingly saluted with his other hand, matching your smile.

“Anything you say.”

You giggled, taking his face in your hands gently, careful to avoid snagging one of his piercings.

“What am I ever gonna do without you?”

His expression turned a little soft, keeping his smile steady.

“Let's hope it never has to come to that.”

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Just being honest here but I am trying so hard to not hate Judith… not because I hate her but because of all these yt feminist who only started liking her because RJ exist. It’s hilarious how they use her to hide their racism. Idk if it’s just me, but anytime someone says anything untrue but harmful about Rj, no one bats an eyelash… there are literal hashtags of people bullying the real kid but that’s okay. His Instagram is filled with folks calling him the N word.Yet the moment someone says something true about judith, who is FICTIONAL!!! NOT A REAL HUMAN BEING.( her not being ricks, and being the product of Shane ) man they get soooo upset… and we all know why!

Rick wanted RJ… this isn’t the same for Judith, but he learned to love her.

RJ is ricks legacy, and Judith is not. Yt feminist are accustomed to seeing themselves as wanted, as desired, and when a melanated little boy was desired and planned for, and not the child of a love affair between a white Baby mama and her baby daddy… their true colors show.

They use exscuses like, “ he’s not badass he doesn’t do anything like Carl .” But let’s be honest. RJ is 7… we’ve never seen Carl that young.. yet we’ve seen Judith at Carls age, and yet she hasn’t done anything remotely cool like Carl. So if anyone’s got plot armor it’s her… or they’ll say, RJ had awkward lines, when his made the most sense as he always considered his father the brave man. That is the only thing he knew him as.

Listen, I love how Michonne loves Judith because she truly adopted her, not because she had to but because she wanted to…. But I am so happy that Rick, a white man who married a black woman wants his biracial son, cared about his personality, and not just whether he was alive or not, because it really is making these dude bros upset… and yt feminist

It’s the fact that you can make fun of any child on the show, but god forbid you make fun of Judith or say something that’s the true, it’s the end of the world… a hit dog gonna holler

Have you ever noticed.. it’s okay to say RJ doesn’t deserve the hat… despite him being a grimes. It’s okay to say “RJ live execution.” It’s okay to say that RJ is lame and weak, despite him being 7. But if you point out that Rick has a hard time accepting Judith in the beginning, if you point out that he dreams of Carl and Michonne to stay alive at the CRM, but dreaming of Judith never even crossed him mind… if you point out that everytime Rick asked about Judith it was only to ensure that she was alive… which is on brand considering he told Michonne, “ I had to accept that… so I could keep her alive.” Not so he could love her or bond with her… if you point out all these little nuggets that shows that Rick, a fictional man, struggled to accept a fictional child that will forever carry the DNA of Shane and Lori… suddenly every yt feminist within two mile radius becomes triggered.. I’m just sick of it. Truly I hope there is a S2, where RJ is older and more marketed… purely just to piss certain people off.

#richonne #rj grimes #rick and michonne #michonne

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zztibranul · 7 months

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sometimes it feels like i am not living properly as a queer individual. every day i see beautiful colorful people all over the media living the most intricate and incredible lives, while i’m doing quite the opposite. i want to experience the stereotypical west coast queer life that i see so often online. i want to go to pride and party with drag queens. i want to go clubbing at ungodly hours and meet interesting people who have lived the fullest lives. i want to experience the sense of family that can only come from my queer peers. it sucks feeling like i am wasted potential in such a big wide world.

i want to be the burlesque dancer with the “crazy” hair and rhinestone-lined bodysuit. i want to be the leather-clad festival goer in assless chaps with hand drawn pride stickers on the back of their hot pink mitsubishi. i want to be a decora rave doll with eyelashes that curl past my brow and homemade kandi bracelets lining both of my arms. i want to be the rainbow punk at the gay bar with brightly colored hair and a well-decorated crust jacket. i want to go to coachella and have the most stereotypically amazing queer time. i want to have a huge circle of friends who come from all different walks of life, yet still somehow managed to make their way to my city and live as they truly are. i want to experience the cool nighttime air as i walk, hand-in-hand with my lover, out of our favorite club. i want to feel the glow of the neon lights on my skin as i explore a large and seemingly never-ending city with new friends that i met mere hours beforehand.

i live such a quaint life compared to those i see online every day and it pains me, but these things will never be a reality for me. i live too far away from the lights and any form of acceptance. i’m a pastel goth who can’t even afford the aesthetic i love so dearly. i’m disabled, so my body would probably never be able to handle going clubbing or even just walking a pride parade, but god, wouldn’t it be so nice?

it must be such a breath of fresh air to be able to be unapologetically yourself. it truly hurts to open any social media app and see people whose reality is something that i daydream about being able to do, but at the same time it makes me so happy i could cry. we live in a time and age where queer people can exist so boldly and vibrantly, it is beautiful. it’s incredible how far our community has come in such a short amount of time. it warms my heart. i don’t ever want this to be taken from anyone, even if i’m not lucky enough to live that in-your-face queer life under those neon city lights.

#lgbt #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #nonbinary #queer #queer community #gay #lesbian #pride #lgbtq positivity #lunars bits

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curator-on-ao3 · 1 month

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Again, cool response to the last question, so I'll let you pick from these options:

And there are things I have fan-fixed in my head to the point that I have to remind myself that the fix-it isn’t part of the actual canon: favourite one of these?

Your/a favourite part of actual canon. Like, maybe something little but it's just so lovely and fitting to you and you're just happy that it exists?

I’ve been a little down on Trek lately, so I’m going to type as fast as I can to brain-dump, in show order, the first things that pop into my mind that I absolutely love in Trek canon:

Kirk calling Nomad his son, the doctor

Christine Chapel’s snark to Roger Korby about schtupping the androids

Mark Leonard’s performance in Balance of Terror

the Horta (a great mama)

“Edith Keeler must die.”

Captain John Christopher, United States Air Force. Serial number 4857932.

Tribbles

the lesson of The Cloud Minders that we must have empathy and listen to others when they tell us about their lived experience in an environment unlike our own

the cheap-ass animation of TAS

Bynars and Minuet

Beverly Crusher’s frustration in Arsenal of Freedom (and the episode’s Good Ship Lollipop joke)

Picard shooting the other version of himself in Time Squared (to clarify: out of respect for those times when we have to stop ourselves from getting caught in loops/doing stupid stuff and we summon up the courage to break a bad cycle and move forward)

K'Ehleyr

Picard out-lawyering the Sheliak

Rachel Garrett; Yar and Castillo

Lal (but I can’t watch the end anymore, it hurts too much)

the Shakespeare and “Set a course for Betazed. Warp 9.” comedy in Ménage a Troi

Best of Both Worlds, I and II (Shelby inclusive)

every conference table discussion in all of TNG

Beverly’s jump in Remember Me (such a damn good episode)

the reveal in Future Imperfect (which one? all of them)

The Dancing Doctor tap dancing with Data

Darmok. And Jalad. At Tenagra.

Ro Laren

Troi saying, “You could have easily been right” to Ro in Disaster

Hugh, Third of Five

the fact that The Next Phase has so many plotholes and they’re forgivable because the episode is so fun and great

Scotty on the holodeck version of the TOS bridge and Picard joining him

Rascals!

Deanna’s “Ancient West” outfit

the Jefferies tube music and make out session in Lessons

Attached. Oh, my heart.

the Enterprise with three nacelles … and that absolutely perfect last shot of the series

“You exist here.”

Sisko’s casual, everyday affection for Jake

“Old Man”

Rejoined. Lenara Khan. The love. That kiss. The emotional stakes. All of it.

the three Ferengi hitting their own heads to try to fix their universal translators so the 20th century Earth military people mimic the movement to try to communicate

every second of Trials and Tribble-ations including Sisko working overtime to stop fuckmaster Dax, tossing the tribbles, Sisko meeting Kirk, “We do not discuss it with outsiders,” and so much more

Kira blaming Bashir for putting the baby inside her when … you know … behind the scenes

The Sons of Mogh helping with the harvest in Children of Time

Far Beyond the Stars — some of the best if not the best science fiction I have ever seen

the monster fakeout (and kindness) in The Sound of Her Voice, even though the end makes me cry

“Computer, erase that entire personal log.”

Solok

Sisko and Kassidy discussing their comfort levels about a simulation in which the reality was segregation

Janeway waterfalling off the sofa to be closer to Mark on the screen

“Warp particles!”

the lizard babies

the two Janeways in Deadlock

Remember (a painfully good Holocaust episode that doesn’t get enough credit and, yes, I know the path the script took and I’m glad it ended up as a B’Elanna episode)

“I don't know what I'm seeking.” “Then I believe you are ready to begin.”

“The child you spoke of, the girl. Her favorite color was red.” Also, Tuvok’s meditation lamp in the window for Kes.

hot damn, Counterpoint, yaaas

everything in Relativity

“The Yankees, in six games.”

Janeway going after Seven in The Voyager Conspiracy

“This is Lieutenant Reginald Barclay at Starfleet Command.” “It's good to hear your voice, Lieutenant. We've been waiting a long time for this moment.” “The feeling is mutual. Unfortunately, the micro-wormhole is collapsing. We have only a few moments.” “Understood. We are transmitting our ship's logs, crew reports, and navigational records to you now.” “Acknowledged. And we're sending you data on some new hyper-subspace technology. We're hoping eventually to use it to keep in regular contact, and we're including some recommended modifications for your comm system.” “We'll implement them as soon as possible.” “There's someone else here who would also like to say something.” “This is Admiral Paris.” “Hello, sir.” “How are your people holding up?” “Very well. They're an exemplary crew, your son included.” “Tell him, tell him I miss him. And I'm proud of him.” “He heard you, Admiral.” “The wormhole is collapsing.” “I want you all to know we're doing everything we can to bring you home.” “We appreciate it, sir. Keep a docking bay open for us.”

“Nice hair.” (Live Fast and Prosper)

Janeway and Jaffen in Workforce

the spot-on legal concerns of Author, Author

“Set a course. For home.”

(Nothing from Enterprise or Prodigy only because I haven’t watched enough of Enterprise or any of Prodigy)

Burnham and Georgiou forming the delta with their footsteps

the CGI on only the shields protecting Burnham from space

“Are we in session? Because I didn't know you were practicing again. Because if I have your undivided attention for fifty minutes, I can think of a whole bunch of other things we could be doing.”

“That's as depressing a trait as I've ever heard.” “I don't give a damn … I still don't give a damn.”

Cornwell beaming in, phaser aimed, taking command of Discovery

Cornwell phasering the fortune cookies

Cornwell’s voice breaking: “So my Gabriel is dead.”

Detmer’s little bounce when Emperor-as-Captain Georgiou takes command

Pike beaming aboard and instantly being all like MOJAVE to prove to the audience he’s the guy from The Cage

New Eden. Everything. Oh my God (pun intended). The visuals. Owo’s backstory. Pollard patching Pike up after he’s shot. The light at the end. Oh my God, yes. That episode. Yes.

Number freaking One beaming aboard and having her lunch briefing with Pike (Chris and Una’s decades-long friendship wasn’t canon yet, but it shows here so beautifully)

Gabrielle Burnham

“In case the shit hit the fan.”

Michael Burnham on truth serum

Book

Laira Rillak, everyone!

Q&A

season 1 Raffi Musiker

Fleet Admiral and Commander-in-Chief Kirsten Clancy

“You owe me a ship, Picard.”

“You need a feather in your hat.”

Riker greeting Picard

Hugh greeting Picard

the separate trio of Raffi, Clancy, and Deanna all telling Picard he’s shit

Rios singing in Spanish

President Annika Hansen

everybody finding each other in the Confederation Universe

Liam Shaw — a character with incredible highs and lows

Majel Barrett as the computer voice when the crew gets to the Enterprise D

“Somehow I figured you might.”

everything in Ghosts of Illyria

Spock and La’an’s mind meld

Spock and T’Pring in Spock Amok

“You cannot resign. The loss to Enterprise would be unimaginable. To me.”

“If you’re going to steal a starship, do it correctly.”

Neera Ketoul

La’an normalizing needing to eat all the time as a teenager (especially important for girls to hear)

Pike and Una visually checking in with each other so often that it’s in their cartoon versions (that whole episode, actually, including, “Riker!”)

That’s scrolling through episode titles and jotting down stuff I love off the top of my head, fam.✨

Thank you so much for this ask, anon! ❤️ I needed this positive energy in my life.

#i love asks #things i love in trek canon #an incomplete list #i’m sure i’ll think of something else the minute i post #thank you so so much for leading my thoughts this way #anon

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Happy Birthday David Chiem!

Usually, for these characters’ birthdays, I do a somewhat half-hearted attempt at a character analysis. But do you think I’m gonna do this for David? Hell no, he’s way too complicated for me to do something like that in this style of post! And I am not making a post that difficult right after that Mai thing.

So, instead, I’m just going to list a few fun facts, because that’s easier. Hope you like it anyways!

(By the way, I’ve always loved that frame of the MV so, so much)

-His birthday lands on “National Book Lovers’ Day”, which says National but is recognized globally. Considering the MV, I’d say that fits. It also coincides with the Annual Perseid Meteor Shower Peak Night, Co-working Day (hah, as if), and get ready, “Hold Hands Day”.

-His profile states he likes ready-make oatmeal. According to the recent Q&A, he can cook, he just prefers not to. This actually fits with quite a few scenes in the series where it’s implied he prefers not to get out of bed unless necessary (mood), such as his brief outburst in the introduction and the several times he’s shown not to eat with anyone else. Though maybe that’s actually caused by him hating people.

-He dislikes expensive things. Kinda based.

-He does TEDTalks, and that’s presumably where he gets his talent from.

-As he stated himself, he has pretty bad bed hair. And apparently, he can summon it at will, as seen in Ch 2 Ep 11.

-His pupils seem to turn into stars whenever he… smiles or puts on a positive attitude? It doesn’t seem to follow a strict logic other than “whenever it looks cool”.

-He has an older sister named Diana. Or, well, that’s what he claims. Footnote 11 of you-know-what may imply she never actually existed. It’s unclear what this means at the moment.

-He seemed to genuinely like Xander, and wanted to be friends with him, as he’d value that relationship more than Xander’s idolatry.

-The secret quote in his page is "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I wish you could just die." How nice! This is either talking to himself, or presumably something he'll say to Teruko since their characters do be foiling.

-The quote on Mai's page attached to him is "She forgives everyone." It's the second to last line in the script, before MonoTV's. I have to physically restrain myself from theorizing.

-Some stuff from the Q&As:

*He usually wears semi-formal, 'professional' clothes.

*His blue hair is actually fully natural.

*This is the default sprite for his fuckboy persona:

... But, like, why though. Why's he so sassy.

*Bisexual with a strong female lean. Diversity win! The biggest liar you know is bisexual!

*His favorite color is gamboge (the yellow of his star pupils), stating it’s inspiring; while his least favorite is gray, stating it’s depressing. This could imply he actually likes the cheerier persona he usually puts on more than his real self, or the villainous persona he plays in the trial.

*He handles his feelings badly. We been knew.

*His hair clips were his manager’s idea, to build brand recognition. Apparently David doesn’t like this manager too much, but he puts up with them for the contract. Also, when he takes off his hair clips in the trial, he places them in his PANT POCKETS.

*I’m sure you’ve realized this, but you remember that section of the Q&A where the dev gives details about the family members we had known about from the series (Elliot Cuevas, Felicity Giles, Fuyuko and Natsuko Naegishi, Ryan Moreno/Rosales)? Diana Chiem isn’t mentioned, perhaps further hinting at her non-existence.

*He has an average amount of strength.

*His favorite ice cream flavor is pistachio, because of course it’s pistachio.

*He smells like men’s cologne, but only faintly. Hope you’re happy with that answer, you weirdos (/affectionate).

*He’s American, like everyone else except maybe Teruko.

And now, for his playlist! I kinda already posted this in a reblog to another post, but here it is officially!

+Literature Girl Insane, by Karasuyasabou (I mean, obviously)

+Undead Enemy, by Suzumu and Giga-P (probably his song from the official character playlist)

+Monochrome Mentality, by Riproducer / RIP

+Grey, by QueenPB

+The Distortionist, by Ghost & Pals (CW: Abuse)

+Copycat, by CircusP

+How to Pretend, by CircusP (FNAF pog)

+Echo, by Crusher-P

+God-ish, by PinocchioP

+The Court Jester, by thquib

+DISAPPEARANCE ADDICTION, by Kairikibear

+Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, by Set it Off

+The Things I Deserve, by Ghost & Pals (CW: suicide)

+All Eyes on Me, by OR3O

+Not Your Angel, by NightCove_theFox (apparently I’m making him into an Alice Angel kinnie)

And, finally…

+Happy birthday! Though he would absolutely despise anyone who tries to sing it to him, I imagine.

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #david chiem

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theratlivinginyourcouchcushions · 3 months

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Equivalence AU Mabel ideas!

I wanted to experiment with God!zar(?) Mabel, bc I hadn’t seen any designs for it yet. I was also going to try drawing Mabel in her super-demon-y form, (which is apparently blinding white with abyss for eyes and tiny burning pupils) but was two invested in the outfit to really lean into it.

Now for some of my headcannons!

While drawing Mabel, I started thinking about her bird wings, and what kind of traits she might have similar to animals (like dipper and cats) and then it hit me. BIRDS.

An entire class of animals characterized by their ability to DEFY GRAVITY FOR HOURS TO DAYS AT A TIME. (And the ones that don’t are pretty cool too) and I got to thinking about how cool birds are, to achieve this through nothing but MILLIONS of years of evolution. (My thoughts on this are not very organized, but I hope you get the gist.) so anyway, what cool things do birds do, and wouldn’t it be cool if Mabel did them too?

Mating dance. Since it’s pretty much canon that Mizar is still alloromantic and allosexual, wouldn’t it be goofy if she would do a funky little dance when trying to ask people out? (She definitely did this for Henry as soon as she was corporeal for him)

Roosting. Basically making nests in high places out of things she likes, probably perches in it to preen her feathers. (I originally had a similar hc for Alcor, but whatever, they’re demons. But maybe he roosts like a bat instead:) )

Preening. She has a set of ridges under her lip (in front of her gums) for preening her feathers. Her loved ones have little tools to mimic them, and help her get hard-to-reach places. (She often falls asleep during this, similar to Dipper with his hair.)

Migration. I’m still not super organized with this one, but she might try to take off during the winter for long periods of time before coming back, or maybe just circling around to get out energy. Either that or she just tells people that she’s flying south for the winter when she doesn’t want to hang out with them. (This was also a hc meant for Dipper, but now I’m wondering if he tries to hibernate during winter.)

So those were my Equivalence AU headcannons, now for the design choices I made!

I talked a little bit about them at the start, but I still want to talk about it so, here we go!

The fashion was all based on @that-ghosts-art / @that-ghost-pal ‘s Mabel/Mizar designs, and I was very happy for the chance to test out different fashion styles, as well as the braid and shifting tattoos. (For the tattoos I just drew whatever I felt like at the time, and I added a scorpion barb at the end of the braid just for fun.) I added gold-tipped feathers to the wings, and some extra pink bits in her eyes (except for the angry one) I also gave her a crown instead of a top hat.

For God!zar(?) I tried to give her wings a more feather-y feeling than God!cor’s, and made the chest star more like her symbol on the cipher wheel. I muted the colors, and messed with her crown bc God!cor’s hat is a halo, and I didn’t want to copy that directly. I struggled with the hair color for a while before deciding to just bite the bullet, so please excuse any eye scorching color choices (It was originally planned for galaxy hair, but that was given to the wings, and I’m not great with overlapping colors)

Thanks for reading this far into my ramblings, and take a few moments to marvel at the existence of birds (and bats!)

Edit: I’m just now realizing that I forgot to draw the fire.

#transcendence au #Mizar the merciless #tau #theratlivinginyourcouchcushions #alcor the dreambender #Alcor and Mizar #art #gravity falls au #Equivalence AU #digital art #my art #gravity falls #Somebody PLEASE draw Mabel doing her dance for Henry #mabel x henry #the flock #Mabel Pines #I didn’t mean to use the God!zar picture with hair stars #try to ignore them pls #somebody draw Mabel’s birdie dance

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chibishortdeath · 4 months

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I redrew something from 2022 :3! Yippie, now you guys get to see the old one and the new one next to each other heck yeah.

I’m gonna rant like absolutely bonkers length about Simon’s Quest and the endings and story under a cut for anyone interested:

The original version (the last image) had this like long rant about how I see the endings of the game, but it wasn’t as comprehensive cause I was still kinda new to things and well instagram character limit lol.

The endings of the game are a really really cool topic to me because of how ominous and vague they all are. They’re all left pretty open! But I’ve always gotten some sinking dread even when getting the fastest “red sky” ending. The game really sets up the ending with a lot of empty areas and suspense beforehand, especially with the still present but now more pressing clock still ticking ya know, and the final battle is kinda just there, but it ends off all this tense build up with

A eulogy. One definitely written for Simon too. In every ending.

The first ending (grey sky) is really vague, just a general statement that “Simon you will always be remembered for your bravery and courage” and that “Peace and serenity have been restored to Transylvania and the people are free of Dracula’s curse”. Which is really odd for what would be assumed to be a “bad ending”. This generally sounds like a pretty good outcome and it’s primarily the same in the Japanese version just slightly worded differently. Heck, it’s not even stated in the text outright if he died. But the visuals, oh man. Dreary greyscale and Simon doesn’t even appear on screen in front of Dracula’s grave. Did Dracula even get reburried? It’s some really bleak imagery compared to the otherwise pretty unsuspecting text.

And second ending (blue sky) is very interesting. Simon appears on screen with some nice bright generally cheery colors, but the text deliberately mentions his death in both versions. The English version however says something the Japanese version doesn’t: it says the curse wasn’t broken. The original text says “until a young man to fight against evils like him comes again to this world, Transylvanians will keep praying forever.” Which I guess you could assume means that something went wrong and the curse still exists, but it could also be taken as a general “there’s no cool badass vampire hunter guy to kill any other general threats, so we hope another one comes along”. So, again, it’s so extremely vague.

So far the first and the second don’t really have all that much different as far as implications go: Simon beat Dracula but he died.

So what about the third ending (red sky)? Would it shock you if I said there’s not much difference from the text of the first ending? It’s essentially just another eulogy text with nice things to say about him. It says “Simmon Belmont put an eternal period to the legend of Dracula” (yes the Japanese version says Simmon lol it happens), which is something we know isn’t true because well more games got made later. Also because Dracula’s hand pops out of the ground afterwards! Which is hard to say the meaning of, is it just a teaser like “to be continued” or is it actually meaning that Dracula wasn’t put down properly and will be back really soon? Because that still is in line with things since yeah Drac did kinda sorta come back early in Harmony of Dissonance. Anyway— But it’s just another way of saying “he killed Dracula” and probably “he ended the curse”. The last section is just “his blood and sweat have penetrated into the ground of Transylvania and will bring us full-blown flowers with happiness in next spring”. Which is, again, just a really pretty, poetic way of saying “we’re never gonna forget this guy”. And again, this ending never outright says if he lives or dies!

Which is so!!!!! Weird!!!!!!!!!!! Why have multiple endings in a game if they’re all so vague that they’re almost completely interchangeable and can all be argued to be the ending of the game? You could genuinely make an argument for each of the endings being the canon ending and it would affect essentially nothing. They’re so vague to the point that a lot of people assume that they were mixed up at some point in development, which I find unlikely coming from the dev team of the guy said to want his games to be a cinematic experience. But it’s so strange! Why!?!?!

But I think that this vagueness and sense of idk how to put it— um ya know when something builds something up to get you all excited and convinced it’ll go one way and then it pulls the rug out from under you? Like when it’s set up to where it feels like the protagonist is finally going to get something and then it just doesn’t happen completely unceremoniously? Like a hope crushing twist?

Idk what I mean is, to me, it feels completely intentional. It feels to me like the game is just ramping up the tension and the suspense and the dread just to cut it off with vague, bittersweet endings that just seem to imply sad things and don’t sit right. It’s like as if the game wants you to get the first ending, see that it’s really gloomy, try to figure out the game more and get the second ending, see that that one outright says he’s dead, then try to get something better only to run into another awkward seemingly negative ending and a realization that you can’t do anything about it.

And I was thinking about this again a bit ago and realized that it really fits with the rest of Simon’s story. Simon kinda has this general “hero goes to save the day” plot in the first one with some slight mention of Christopher before him and the fact that this is a clan and a repeating 100 year Dracula cycle right? But things go wrong and he gets cursed and presumably either struggles to figure out what to do or just puts it off for like 6 ish years. Add the general vibes of “will I ever be as good as my ancestors?” and repeating themes of being alone and then compare that with Dracula’s Curse that comes out not long later and this game is suddenly the most “power of friendship” “seeing the good in people” “together we can overcome this” kind of story in the whole series and it hit me: Simon feels like a subversion of the lone hero trope. Like this super uplifting, unlikely band of heroes story coming out right after the solitude if it were personified as a 1600s vampire hunter story feels so so so so important to me. And then The Adventure and Belmont’s Revenge come out and what are they about? Christopher goes into the castle alone and something goes wrong! And I’ve noticed how other Belmonts and protagonists in later games get companions or friends or helpers or somebody else, and oh boy does that make how alone Simon is that much more noticeable.

It just all comes together in a messed up way. I really feel like Simon dies in all of these endings. And I didn’t even get into weird symbolism discussion lol—

And maybe this is just me looking too hard into an old game from a modern used to stories in games being detailed perspective, but idk man, I love the Simon’s Quest because it never fails to baffle me. Honestly so much of Simon’s Quest genuinely haunts me (affectionate), like I’ll just be sitting around and think of another possible answer to something and it’ll end up just as vague and full of holes as any other speculation, it’s wild. This game will have you sitting around looking for answers only to consistently run into dead ends with sad or nonexistent implications. I hope any of this makes sense, this game drives me insane I love it debating replaying and overthinking it again hmmmmmmm—

#castlevania #castlevania games #Castlevania Simon’s quest #simon’s quest #castlevania ii #castlevania ii: simon's quest #akumajou dracula #simon belmont #castlevania fanart #art post #my art #art #fanart #redraw #ahfkshakfjsga i love u Simon’s Quest never change #Simon’s story is such a tragedy man somebody get this guy a friend #shout out to that midnight energy that suddenly compelled me to write multiple pages about an NES game again 💀💀💀💀💀💀#also hehehehe flower symbolism in this one >:3c #have fun piecing the meanings of things together hehe it was fun researching for it #the flowers included are roses marigolds anemones and some teeny tiny forgetmenots hidden in there #also the symbolism surrounding Simon I’ve noticed seems to generally lead back to martyrdom and sacrifice which is hmmmm interesting #the thorns and colors Ayami uses for him in her art of him #the hanging skeletons in the hanged man positions being a reference to him #there’s more I’m just getting sleepy and can’t think of them rn #I made a post about it a loooong time ago tho #anyway that’s just adding on to the other ominous implications of what might have happened to him aaaaa #anyway Simon is one of the characters ever #hopefully this gives somber but ethereal vibes beautiful but tragic ya know #bro puts the slay in vampire slayer like it’s giving dead but he killed it anyway—#incoherent rambling

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