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smokersbaby · 11 months

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How OP's men would react when you call their pecs "boobies"

Characters: Crocodile, Smoker, Katakuri, Zoro Tw: just fluff and other silly things Notes: I finally finished this short drabble or whatever it's called. I hope you all enjoy some boobies from our favourites OP's men (I can think about doing more on request)

Crocodile

You found yourself poking his chest for no particular reason, Crocodile was sitting in front of you smoking one of his cigars and reading the newspaper. He wasn't really ignoring you, just minding his business. But you wanted his attention so you started bothering him with pats and light touches until you started tapping his chest over his shirt.

"Are you done?" he asked after a couple of minutes, his eyes not leaving the paper he held in his right hand. "Not until you pay attention to me" you answered in a cocky but sweet tone.

Crocodile put his newspaper on the table in front of him and glanced at you, obviously a bit bothered by your behaviour. "What now?", his voice sounded annoyed, you smiled as if you didn't care. "Oh nothing really, I'm bored but at least your boobies keep me company" you answered bluntly still poking his chest.

Crocodile sighed, he seemed unimpressed by how you called his pecs "boobies", but if that made you happy he wasn't going to stop you from touching them. A hint of a smile on his face appeared on his face as he asked if you were jealous of his "boobies" just to tease and see your reaction.

"W-What do you mean?" you were now blushing as if he assumed that you envied his "boobies". Crocodile laughed sincerely, he couldn't resist seeing you flustering like that, he leaned closer to give you a light kiss on your forehead. He grabbed your chin lifting it a bit to look directly into your eyes before speaking in a sweet tone.

"Y/N, don't be jealous of my "boobies", yours are way better than mine.".

Smoker

You always loved sleeping with Smoker like this: your head placed on his chest, his arms hugging your body and keeping you warm under the bedsheets. The sunlight flaring from the windows made you wake up first as he was still in a deep slumber.

Smoker seemed so relaxed in his sleep, like every concern or worry of his disappeared when he had the chance to keep you so close to him during the night. You couldn't help but smile seeing him like that, your hands were roaming his chest and caressing him in his slumber.

No need to say that you absolutely loved his physique, how his strong arms wrapped around you and the feeling of his chest under your cheek while snuggling. Your right hand squeezed one of his pecs softly. "Boobies…" you mumbled. "Hmm… what?" Smoker answered in a low voice. He was awake.

"I like your boobies" You squeezed his pecs a bit more, making him blush. Teasing him like that was one of the things you loved doing, seeing him flustered like that was priceless. "They are not boobies!" you could sense the embarrassment in his voice. God, he was cute.

You chuckled and pocked his chest, he sighed seeing you having so much fun teasing him like that. He couldn't deny how much he loved that silly side of yours, so he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, resigned to the fact that you called his pecs "boobies".

"They are all yours" he whispered booping your nose, he couldn't resist you.

Katakuri

Spending time with Katakuri was your favourite thing to do since even though his appearance seemed a bit rough on the outside, you knew how much of a softie he was on the inside. At the same time, he loved being with you too, carrying you around on his shoulder.

The view from up there was amazing, you found yourself staring at his pecs since you could see them pretty well from there. Every step he took was even making them bounce a bit. "Nice boobies love" you whispered to his ear with a teasing smile.

His cheeks flustered in half a second as he heard you saying such a thing to his chest, but he didn't say anything, probably Katakuri was too stunned by your words to say anything.

"The best boobies I've seen in a while…" you continued giving him a light kiss on his forehead, a little curl appeared on his mouth, making you realize that he liked your compliment.

He moved you from his shoulder and held your body in his arms as if you were light as a feather and pocked your nose. "Nobody has ever called them boobies, I like it, it's sweet," he said laughing a bit with joy in his voice as if he was having a good time with you even just talking about silly things like these.

"Not as sweet as you" he whispered, making your heart melt.

Zoro

His pecs are huge, everybody knows that. Admiring him while he was training himself was your favourite hobby since you could stare at him shirtless all the time. He wasn't bothered by this attitude of yours, Zoro kept a straight face during his training as if there wasn't anybody looking at him.

Even if he was just doing his usual, you couldn't help but giggle a bit every time you saw his "boobies" bounce a bit with every sudden movement of his. "Boobies…" you whispered to yourself, your mouth a bit drooling just at the sight of his large chest.

"Y/N, did you say something?" he asked, Zoro was now looking at you, staring at your blushing face. Since you were too lost in admiring his movements you didn't even realize that you spoke out loud and he heard you saying that thing.

"N-nothing" you replied looking away but he grabbed you by the chin and lifted it to look into his eyes. "You can touch if you want to" he grinned knowing exactly that you were talking about his pecs. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, making your cheeks red even more than they already were.

"So you like my "boobies" huh?" he whispered into your ear. From now on he'll let you touch his chest more during his training since you know you can't take your eyes off him.

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wolfjackle-creates · 5 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

Please follow the subscription post if you want updates for when I start transferring this arc to AO3 or begin posting Arc 3.

#dpxdc #bring me home #my writing #i cant believe i've finally got to the end #i've really enjoyed writing this arc #even if parts of it were challenging #its been a fantastic journey #it's been a year #how wild #12 months #365 days #and i'm thrilled #thank you for following me on this journey #you've all made it completely worth it

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verlierer-is-lost · 2 months

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I have been wanting to talk about this for a while, especially since I keep seeing it on Twitter

For the most part, I agree with this tweet. I struggle to make the PJO cast look like themselves. It’s really important to get those features right. That being said, we also have to remember that a good chunk of the PJO fan artists are inexperienced artists. While there are a lot of artists who are just flat out racist, there’s also the group of artists who have a harder time drawing from life. I’ve seen so many amazing artist who clearly know how to draw black people, but their Annabeth fanart still doesn’t look like Leah.

No hate to the op, again I think she’s right to an extent, but it is so frustrating seeing mainly non artists saying this. And there are so many people in the comments saying “it’s so easy” when it really isn’t. Drawing from life is a skill that comes with practice. And whether you know how to draw black people or not, you’re probably going to have a tough time drawing any of the PJO cast if you don’t have that skill. Thankfully tho, there are a few simple ways you can improve on drawing from like:

I have some notes for Walker and Leah specifically, just because I think they’re the hardest to get right. (I know this probably seems creepy, but it’s so helpful to look at refs) This is all basic info you can find anywhere, it’s not revolutionary or anything

Walker:

-The eyebrows to me are the most important part. They’re much darker, and close to his eyes.

-He also has a pretty straight nose. Drawing him with a button nose will make him look like a random white blond boy

Leah:

-Again, the eyes and eyebrows are pretty important. Her eyebrows are thin and long. And her eyes have shadows underneath(plus she kinda has doll like eyes)

-round face

To show what I’m talking about, I did a quick doodle of Leah from reference. For me personally, when I draw from life I like to pick out a few distinct features that makes them feel real. It’s pretty bad because again I’m not the type of artist to typically draw from life, which is why art study’s can be super helpful to spend time on.

I really dislike when non artist complain about what fan artists are doing. We do this for free, in our free time, for a community that we love. But I also think it’s important to LISTEN TO CRITIQUES. If someone is telling you your Annabeth fanart is too light, you need to listen. As much as I agree with OP that this is predominantly a Leah issue, it isn’t just Leah. I can see throughout the fandom that a lot of artists are having a hard time drawing the characters(and I’m one of them). The PJO fandom has not had real people to base their drawings off of until two years ago, which is probably the reason a lot of us are having trouble with it. Even outside of this fandom I have a hard time with this. It took so much practice for me to get Alex and Henry right from RWRB, and I still can barely draw Henry 😭

Even some of the most experienced artist have difficulty drawing from life, again it’s a skill that takes practice. Anytime you see PJO fanart that actually looks like the actors, it’s probably because they just have more practice, or they’re more experienced artists.

I’m honestly having a hard time finding what OP is talking about when she said “artists draw Annabeth as a random black girl while referencing Walker for Percy” I was looking through saved work of other Percabeth fanart, and I see the same issue for Walker. I don’t doubt that there is work out there she’s referring to, I just can’t find it myself.

Sorry if this was a garbled mess of a post. I know it was really long, but hopefully this can help some artists to pick up on distinct facial features and replicate it in their own artwork. Trust me, as an artist I know it isn’t easy, but practice will always help. Best thing about being an artist is there’s always room for improvement

(Also don’t forget to give Leah black features 👍🏽)

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potheadkiki · 7 months

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Are you sleepy?

Warning ⚠18+

Soft/passionate sex

Size difference/kink (he's taller)

D/s dynamic

He's obsessed with u

Pet names (pretty, baby,)

somnophilia

black reader in mind

Chubby reader in mind!!

The day was long for you and your head aches as your keys jingle unlocking the door to your shared apartment with your boyfriend Kirishima. Today was just a long day and all you want to do is smoke and cuddle up with your hubby. Sadly Kirishima still wasn't home most likely still on patrol, so realizing you have some time to yourself deciding to take a hot shower, finding one of his shirts and a pair of silk panties

The shower was amazing and much needed helping with your aching joints and muscles. Sighing as you take a look in the body sized mirror staring at your chubby form gently poking, prodding, and pinching at the fat of your stomach. Deciding enough is enough and if Kirishima was here he would scold you so deciding to get dressed and slipping on your silk bonnet with zebra print looking at yourself one more time in the mirror before walking into your shared bedroom, sliding into bed and turning on your T.V. and deciding to open hulu and watch "Bobs Burgers" and hitting your cart while turning the lights off above your shared bed. Your constantly drifting in and out of consciousness in your current position.

The door knob rattles as someone opens the door of your apartment. You shift in your sleep changing positions to get more comfortable pulling the blanket close to you. The figure drops his keys in the little fish bowl they have at their entrance. Toeing off his shoes by the door neatly placing them in a corner. Foot steps make its way toward the shared bedroom gently opening the door stepping inside looking at the figure sleeping in the bed as the light from the other room shines through and lands on your exposed thighs as you shift in your sleep. He lets a groan slip out as he takes in your sleeping form admiring the way his shirt looks on you realizing it looks better on you than it ever did on him. Deciding it would be best to take a quick shower before he ops to get in bed with you so that's what he does, opening his drawer to pull out a pair of boxer briefs and a loose fitting black wife beater.

Stepping out of the shower he stands there for a moment before getting dressed quickly and walks back into the room. Gently sliding under the blankets to land next to you. You shifting in your sleep from the bed dipping you sliding to his side pushing your ass up against his hips yearning for his warmth even in your sleep. He couldn't but to roll his eyes to the back of his head at the realization that you are always needy for him even in your sleep and he loves it so much just like he loves you. His right hand grabbing at your waist to adjust himself him inadvertently grinding against you only for you to retaliate with pushing your hips back again this time more enthusiastic. The hand on your hips slipping under the shirt gently playing with your stomach as he fiddles with the skin gently rolling his hips. His breathing becomes uneven and he starts panting against the outer shell of your ear causing goosebumps to appear all over your body just at the feel of his hot breath on you. He starts to push against you harder rolling his own hips in an upward motion, his right hand gently sliding down your stomach moving to fiddle with the elastic of your booty shorts as he pushes his left hand underneath you and gently gripping and groping at your breast. All the the while his breathing has turned into whines and whimpers begging you to wake up quickly.

"Mhm I'm sorry baby I can't help it I wanna touch you" He whispers as his left hand pushes your panties

"Damn baby such pretty underwear all for me,what a pretty girl" He whispers against your ear as he begins to gently rub at your clit in a slow circular motion as he pushes up against you and gently rolls his hips. He soon becomes impatient pulling his hand away only to hear you let out a whine of desperation even from your sleep. He roll's you onto your back pulling off your panties completely noticing how wet you are even in your sleep your ready for him. Shimming your underwear down your legs tossing them onto the floor. Getting down on his stomach between your legs exposing you to him completely with a wicked grin on his face his face so close to your pussy you can feel his breath on your pussy as he begins to gently ease a finger inside of you while gently kissing your clit, thighs twitching from the pleasure as he hears a gasp slip from your lips, he can't help but to smile against your clit. Back arching from the pleasure as your eyes begin to gently flutter open, hands going to grip at Kirishimas thick red locks as your hips begin to roll up against his face.

"Mhm Kirishima fuck" you gasp out "What-what are you doing" you moan out but you don't stop your own hips from moving that is until he pulls away with a chuckle still keeping his fingers moving inside as he reaches and rubs the spongy spot that makes you squeal and your thighs shake

"I just saw you lying there in my shirt all pretty and defenseless all for me. I couldn't help it baby I needed to touch you. To feel you. Can you blame me?" He says ducking his head back down in between your thighs suckling your clit and rubbing roughly against your g-spot. He feels as you begin to clench and unclench around him hips your own hips moving faster chasing your high desperately.

"Fuck Kiri I'm gonna cum. Don't stop please. Don't stop." You begin to chant begging him to not stop he just hums against your clit having no intentions of stopping and was just enjoying his midnight snack. Just a few more thrusts and a couple rough sucks as you falling over the edge as your back arches off the bed squealing his name as you cum on his face. He pulls away pulling himself up back on his knees making eye contact with you as he wipes his mouth that was covered in your cum. Your chest heaving up and down but you can't help but to plush at the action and look away with a blush on your face.

"I wanna fuck you now baby. Can I do that? Do I fuck my pretty girl?" He asks leaning in to plant his lips on yours as you moan wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Yes please. Fuck me Kiri." He groans hearing your desperate voice beg for him it gets him every time. He uses one hand to hold himself up as he begins to shimmy his boxers off you helping along the way, you can't help but to grip his cock gently pumping him a few times

"Mhm damn baby as much as I would love for you to blow me I just need to be inside you now or I'mma explode he saying laughing a little as he kisses you lining himself up with your entrance he gently pushes in. You both gasp from the feeling of the pleasure his lips still on yours even if it's just ghost like. His hips begin moving slow at first finding a rhythm that will suit you both.

"Faster Kiri faster" you whine out as your fingers rake down his back most likely drawing blood but he doesn't even seem to mind. Listening happily his hips move faster one of his hands snaking between your bodies to rub at your clit as he fucks you into the mattress.

"I'm gonna cum again. Please Kiri please" you beg panting in his ear as you

"Yea baby it's okay be a good girl and cum for me. You wanna be my good girl right? I know you do." At this point your desperate hips moving against his as you practically sob from the pleasure. Thighs clenching around his hips as your nails dig into his shoulders biting his neck as you cream on his cock, your own hips twitching continuously as Kiri chases his own high.

"Ugh fuck baby I'm almost there. You've been such a good girl for me baby. So good and so pretty and so sweet all for me" commenting as he tucks a strande of your hair behind you ear.

"Can I cum inside you princess? You think I can do that?" You whine

"Please" is all you can muster as he thrusts a few more times cuming with a moan of a 'fuck baby' as he cums inside you his body going limp for a moment before pulling away, you let out an audible sound of displeasure and uncomfort as he shushes you gently saying he'll be right back and that he needs to get a wash clothes. Leaving the room for just a moment to grab said wash cloth only to return to find you completely passed out and he can't help but to smile at himself as he walks over and gently spreads your legs cleaning you up as best he can. He decides to slide his shirt back on that you were wearing no need for panties though he figured as he himself just slipped his boxers back on before clinging to your back wrapping his arms around you and falling asleep soon after you.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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Omg imagine going in a Photobooth with Joseph 😫He would be sooo sweet. Can ya write a blurb about it love? That would be amazing. Thank you so much <3

I LOVE PHOTOBOOTHS JSJSJSJS (and ily too 🫶)

your hand on his is tight and urgent, hauling him from the suffocating crowd. joseph laughs loudly behind you, just a smidge of nervousness in the cadence of his laugh, but holds your hand with just as much fervor.

"slow down," he tells you. you don't. "i think i just stepped on something— op, it's someone's phone. keep going."

and you do, lightly pushing the ignorant people out of the way, until your eyes catch sight of the tall box beside the sidewalk, a curtain as its door with a square dispenser right beside it. you stop in front of the booth, joseph unaware of your pause that he accidentally bumps into your back, but grabs your shoulders and steadies the both of you.

"look, jo," you point lowly. "it's a photobooth!"

"yeah, honey, i could see that," he puts his hand on your back. "let's get in, yeah? people are running with food in their hands. i don't want them to mess up your shirt."

you look at his shirt, the black sabbath logo staring back at you, telling you that joseph had stolen him from its rightful owners. then you look back at him and smile. "your shirt's nice. i hope they don't ruin yours."

joseph says nothing, but offers you the same look with much more softness before he's leading you inside the booth, ducking in so he can fit through the entrance and sit down on the metal bench beside you; arms squeezed together that his hand's holding yours again.

you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, staring at the screen above the camera and seeing both you and joseph, sweaty and clothes wrinkled, nevertheless happy being with each other.

he runs a hand through his curls, fixing it before he's tugging on both your shirts. "okay, so how many pics do we have?"

"we have to pay first."

he blinks, before he jumps and searches on his pocket. "right!"

after he pays, you tell him you have six pictures. the excitement on his expression is obvious,; a pure, cherubic glow, eyes twinkling like the festival lights outside.

at the first one, you both settle with a simple, mimicked smile, cheeks right next to each other, dimples deep and creased. you don't look directly at the camera, rather at yourselves at the screen up above and wonder how cute it is to do this — spending your still young adult years in foolish love, keeping it in a paid but worth it series of photographs.

the second, joseph places his thumb and four fingers on either side of your cheek, wrinkling his nose and you find yourself placing them in the same place on his face, and you wait three seconds.

third, he makes a face — tongue poking out between his lips and grazing his teeth, though his nose is scrunched. you try to do a funny one, one that makes you look ridiculous but pretty all the same because still, you'd prefer looking nice on a permanent photo.

and maybe in the fourth he kisses your cheek, the next vice versa, and the sixth he grabs your face into his hands and kisses you, tilting your head to the side to push himself deeper, a hand coming down to squeeze your waist to open your mouth just a little bit wider so he could slip his tongue in.

your ears hear something about the photo being done but he's still making out with you inside the booth, soft clicking emitting at every open mouthed kiss he does. your hand comes up to tug on his hair, pulling gently to stop him before you find yourself on his lap and soon, probably an audio only sex for the people outside.

"joe," your puffy lips whisper his name in the muffled noise. "we gotta take the picture before some random person takes it."

he steals one last kiss, nodding against you that his nose tickles your cheek. "okay. okay lets go— watch your head, honey."

joseph places a hand on top of your head even though you're far from hitting the entrance. you push the curtains aside and immediately jolt to where your pictures lay waiting for your approval. he stands behind you, hands on your shoulders and peaking above your head to take a look.

"oh, look at us!" you point at your pictures, admiring the vintage-like image that adorns you both in the sweet moment. "we look so cute."

"you look so cute," he points at the third pic. "this is gonna be for keeps. never losing this one," he kisses your temple, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you keep the collage into your bag.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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zhonks · 11 months

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- Valse sentimentale - Fyodor D. x ballerina!fem!reader

When Fyodor meets a charming girl who asks him to play cello for her

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Warning : none

Tags : fluff ? She/her!reader Falling in love/ love at first sight, cringe and cliché, Mentioned Nikolai, tried to make it romantic. Maybe a little bit OOC.

A/N: There will probably be some mistakes in this fic I apologize! English isn’t my first language 🩷

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Fyodor wasn’t the type interested in romantic relationships, that was before he met her, in a music shop. He was searching for a recording of his favorite Tchaikovsky songs when his shoulder bumped into hers, causing him to drop the CD he was holding. She apologized immediately, worried she could have hurt him.

“- Oh ! I’m so sorry ! Are you okay ? Wait let me get that for you!”

Before he could even respond she was kneeling to fetch all of the fallen CDs.

“- No need to apologize dear, I should’ve been more careful” he lowered his head, bowing a bit as to excuse himself.

She handed him the CDs, allowing Fyodor to see what music she had purchased, he smiled :

“-Tchaikovsky, huh ? Good taste”

She glanced at his pick,

“-So you’re also a fan ?” She laughed.

“-I guess you could say that” he retrieved the CDs from her hands.

The girl felt a chill go up her spine as her hand brushed his, of course, he noticed she tensed up at his touch.

“-I actually really enjoy playing the cello myself, Tchaikovsky’s works are definitely my favorite to play. Just the way his pieces move and speak to your emotions is just incredible.” He continued.

“-Ah really ? That’s awesome ! For how long have you been playing ?” She asked excitedly.

“-A really long time, he said with a breathy laugh, perhaps over 10 years now.

-10 years ? Wow that’s so so so amazing ! I’m sorry I’m just really happy to meet someone who enjoys cello as much as I do!

-Do you play yourself ? He asked curiously

-No, hahaha, actually I’m a ballerina” the girl smiled.

“-you know what ? Maybe we should do something together someday!” She continued.

Fyodor’s eyebrows rose, his interest was picked.

“-Dancing with a beautiful ballerina is something I would definitely be a fan of,

he said with a grin, it seemed he really enjoyed the idea of that,

Do you perform at dance shows? I’d definitely love to come and see you dance.”

She looked away in embarrassment, slightly blushing from his words :

“-I’m not, I’m more of a solo type of dancer… Sorry if this sounds weird, I was thinking about maybe just meeting up.. the two of us ?”

He could tell by her flushed face that she was clearly flustered, this made his heart flutter with joy. The idea of a pretty girl like her dancing for him made him so happy. It was almost too good to be true. He just couldn't help himself, he was truly in love with this idea, even if he indeed thought she was a bit naive, asking such a thing to a complete stranger. Luckily for her, he had no ill intentions.

“-Yes, please. I would absolutely love that.”

“-Cool ! I’m so happy ! I’ll let you know when I’m ready is that okay with you!”

she said fidgeting with her skirt

“-Yes, that is more than okay with me. I will be waiting, just let me know when you are ready.”

he said in a warm and understanding tone.

The two of them exchanged numbers before parting ways.

Fyodor’s heart felt strangely light the days following their encounter. That was so out of character that Nikolai noticed immediately during the decay of angels’ usual meetings.

“-Dostoy, you seem out of it these days ? Did something happen” the clown asked, leaning over the table.

His chin resting in his hands, he answered blankly:

“-No, nothing. Let’s focus on the meeting shall we”

Of course he was lying. She asked him to meet just after the meeting and his usual icy heart felt like it was slowly melting from the inside every time she came in his mind. Everything about her, her bubbly and charming personality, her beautiful hair swaying in the wind, her eyes sparkling when she smiled. She was just oh so lovely, he couldn’t believe he was feeling this way towards another human being. She must’ve been an angel, sent for him down on this filthy earth and he was the only person who could protect her from the disgusting corruption of this world. The meeting came to an end, Fyodor adjusted his coat on his shoulders and politely excused himself. Leaving Nikolai even more suspicious, as Fyodor usually wasn’t the first person to leave.

They had agreed to meet in an abandoned church near the music shop where they met. When he arrived, the girl was already waiting at the door, typing nervously on her phone.

“-Hi there my dear [name]” he smiled

“-Fyodor ! Hi !” She greeted back.

She was holding a bag in which he assumed was her point shoes. She had black tights under black shorts, her top was a sleeveless black leotard.

She was really fearless, such a pretty girl meeting a stranger in this part of town during night. He admired her boldness but worried about what could’ve happened to her if she came to someone else instead of him a few days prior.

Once inside, she took a few minutes to warm up and get her point shoes on, when she came back to Fyodor, he was waiting sat on a chair with the cello he had previously been carrying on his back resting between his legs.

The moment she came back into the room he could feel his heart racing in his chest from the pure infatuation he felt for her at that moment. She was so stunning and beautiful, she left him speechless. Fyodor was hypnotized by her, He couldn't quite describe it; even if he were to try. She was definitely an angel.

She was playing nervously with her hair ;

“-So what song should we do ?” She asked.

Fyodor got the impression that she was more than a little flustered at the moment, he could tell from the look she gave him.

“-How about... you pick?”

He said in a warm voice, looking her in the eyes as he smiled lovingly. Her blush was so beautiful, he found himself so enamored by her beauty. Just looking at her left him in awe. He didn't know what she chose, but he was excited to see her dance to any music. She took a minute to think, then her eyes glowed as she answered with a lovely smile :

“-Do you know Valse sentimentale ?”

Fyodor chuckled softly :

“-Yes I do, it is one of my favorite songs to play.”

“-Awesome !” She responded happily.

As she got in position, he warmed up a bit, sliding the bow delicately on the chords. The church’s high ceiling made its sound resonate beautifully in the building.

When they were both ready, they looked at each other. Fyodor counted :

“-3, 4..”

He began to play the song. His soft fingers danced across the strings and his bow flowed gently across the chords of the cello as he played beautifully. Fyodor was just so immersed in the music and how the ballerina in front of him accompanied the notes, she was uniting with the melody, her movements were mesmerizing. The piece he was playing was just so beautiful, almost as much as her. In this moment, everything felt so perfect, the way both of them were so lost in the music, the sight of her dancing, the sound of the cello, it all just was truly beautiful.

The music ended, she looked up at him with a smile. They stared at each other for a bit before she adverted her eyes.

“-That was truly beautiful, I mean it” he complimented. Her cheeks heated up at his kind words.

“-Your music also is, it’s unbelievable how good you make it sound”

The whole situation was truly magical.

“-You are like a flower, so beautiful and elegant. There aren't enough words to describe your beauty. Your mere touch is enough to make my whole soul feel alive my dear” Fyodor smiled lovingly, as he took her hand in his, causing her brain to disconnect, she felt like she was going to explode.

“-So that’s what you were thinking about during the meeting Dostoy, why didn’t you tell me it was all about this cutie right here” a teasing voice echoed on the rock walls of the silent church.

They turned their heads towards the origins of that voice. A certain white haired clown grinned at the two of them from across the room.

#💜🐦‍⬛-Fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #fyodor x y/n #bsd fyodor #fyodor headcanons #fyodor x you #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #fyodor fluff #bsd x you #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #Spotify

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theflyindutchwoman · 8 months

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You were on the run from the cops -- a bank robbery gone wrong. You ended up in my building -- frantic, looking for a place to hide, and [breathes deeply] -- and I opened the door for you. I lied to the cops for you. And -- Ooh. And it got me so hot that we hooked up while they were still searching the building. Okay. That -- That -- That's pretty good, actually.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 4.22 - Day In The Hole

I could talk about this moment for hours… This scene is so rich, with many incredible moments, all different from the other… with Tim and Lucy running the gamut of emotions… This is such a game changer, a pivotal point that left them reeling and completely shifted their relationship.

Right from the start, there's this feeling of coziness and intimacy that is emanating from Lucy's apartment… All the dim lights and candles around them help create this warm atmosphere. Now, to be fair, this isn't the first time her home is lit this way : her living room was illuminated in a similar fashion when Nyla and Angela were at her place. Only here, with Tim, it's even more striking. And it definitely sets the mood… Maybe not for work, but then again, they didn't really need to create a back story for Dim and Juicy either : they simply could have asked the real Sava and Jake how they met to make sure their story would fit… They both went all-in for this op, using every opportunity to get closer...

The way they have to immediately bicker… They're just getting started and Tim is already complaining, offended that Lucy dares mocking his little meet-cute idea, and challenging her to do better. Which she does, turning the tables on him - and honestly, how did he not see that coming?! She thrives when under pressure and he knows that better than anyone. His facial expressions during that whole segment are absolutely amazing : he goes from annoyed to skeptical… from intrigued to completely gobsmacked, his jaw on the floor… And you will never convince me that he wasn't picturing her little scenario in that moment. As for Lucy… She looks so smug for breaking him! What makes this part even better is that, his suggestion to practice physical intimacy was something he was already contemplating - he didn't just suddenly thought about that… So it's no wonder his brain short-circuited after Lucy came up with this back story. And listen, if she created that story a little bit too fast, what does it say about Tim that his main concern was practicing displays of affection. I'm pretty sure that when Nyla and John went undercover as a couple, they never even thought about that. Their subconscious was being very loud...

Still, the way Tim is essentially reduced to a blubbering mess, stuttering and beating around the bush, is priceless. I don't think we have ever seen him this flustered before, even when random women were to hit on him while on the job. He's usually more unflappable, but here his discomfort is so evident that Lucy can't help but take advantage of it and play dumb. She is enjoying this way too much, showing him no mercy for a while and to be fair, I can't blame her : seeing him in this state is hilarious. But for all her bravado, once they get to the matter at hand, she is not fairing much better than him. She goes from mischievous to awkward in a beat… Both of them looking everywhere but at each other. Both waiting for a cue from the other… Until Lucy takes charge and put them out of their misery. I love how she clearly is the one who is more confident here - I think it was important : Tim is still technically her superior officer. This is a smart way to have them on more equal grounds, so to speak, while staying in-character. The way he's already puckering his lips before she starts giggling… He just wants to kiss her. And he is so done. Although who is he trying to fool with his 'we're professionals'? I seriously doubt this is part of their job description. Despite her awkwardness, Lucy is being so playful - her little routine to prepare herself is adorkable… and nervous. In light of how crushed she looked when she thought Tim was proposing to Ashley, it's understandable...

And it all leads to their very first kiss… Or first little peck, as the case may be. The contrast in their reaction is positively the best : it's how happy and proud he is for this, with his little head tilt and shrug, as if asking how it was, while Lucy is looking so underwhelmed, clearly having expected something more passionate. He barely has time to get defensive before she shuts him up with a real kiss… before they start making out. All the little details are amazing : the way she just grabs his face and goes for it, how he's caught off-guard and has to stomp on his feet to regain his equilibrium, how he smiles into the kiss trying to deepen it, their hands… THAT SHOT : the circular pan is brilliant. And they were seriously going to deepen that kiss when Tamara interrupted them. Their immediate reaction - jumping apart, going on opposite sides of the couch - is so entertaining… and the opposite of smooth. They really were caught up in the moment and now, they don't know how to behave… Lucy's 'this is work', pointing her finger at Tim, who's stuttering his agreement is not helping their case at all. Neither is the fact that he was going to go grab his stuff before realising he didn't have anything. Way to act not suspicious at ALL. This is peak comedy. Tim pointing his finger as well… they seriously have adopted the same mannerisms unknowingly and unfortunately for them, this isn't helping their case here. Lucy's face when she blurts 'good work tonight'… her wince once she realises what she just said… It can't get more awkward than this. Tamara doesn't even have to ask anything, these two are being unsubtle as hell. Melissa and Eric are killing it with their facial expressions : they deserved all the credit for elevating the script and making this scene so wonderful.

Lucy trying to process what just happened and trying to play it cool under Tamara's gaze… Tim's short-circuited brain trying to process this epiphany as well, with the crickets sound in the background… He spent the whole scene being knocked off his feet by how forward she was, by how she just oozed confidence, by his sudden awareness of his feelings and that moment of realisation is so beautifully portrayed on his face. This kiss changed everything. It completely affected them and as much as they're going to try to downplay it, they know it… They're just not ready to admit it to anyone yet - including themselves.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #4.22 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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jelzorz · 5 months

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You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to say that (i do—and it’s been about 20 months lmao)

Continuation of ia67? Please? 🥺

166.

do you know how far I had to scroll for this @captainjamba??? Rest of the series linked here for convenience

The Katolis Symphonic Orchestra has a Christmas concert every year. Usually it's all the classic stuff: arrangements of Silent Night, and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas that are easily recognisable and never fail, and it's, y'know, fun and all but the classics are getting a bit too classic, even for Callum. Opeli is a bit like that as a conductor: straight laced and maybe a bit too serious, which is why this year's set list is such a shock when it's sent out to him that afternoon.

It's Wednesday, and Barius' cafe is packed given it's the awkward time of two PM. It's been, what, almost two years since that Valentine's Day he came here with Rayla after rehearsal, and busy rehearsal schedules aside, it's been a pretty good two years. Rayla disappears in the early mornings for rehearsals at the studio, and Callum isn't home until nine on some nights because so many of his own rehearsals are after work (the KSO is great, but it doesn't quite manage all the bills), but they've made it work, and Callum would rather work around the weird hours than not be with her at all.

This life suits them. He hopes it will for a while yet.

The bell at the cafe door rings, and Callum looks up and grins when he spots Rayla in the doorway brushing snow off her coat. He stands as she edges her way through the crowd towards him. "Hey," he greets brightly, leaning over the table for a kiss. "How was your day?"

Rayla grimaces. "Eh."

"That bad?"

She pauses. The way her brow furrows over her eyes says it all.

Callum frowns. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I—" Rayla presses her lips together and takes a breath. "If I had to move, would you move with me?"

There's a pause. A long pause. Callum studies her over the menu on the fake-marble tabletop. "Would you want me to move with you?"

"I—" Rayla sighs and fiddles with a napkin. "I couldn't ask you to," she says quietly. "Things are going so well with the KSO, and you're sharing first chair with Claudia now, and things are good here, so I wouldn't—couldn't ask you to leave all of that behind for me, but..." She blinks like she wants to cry. "The director of Spire Ballet called me today. They've got an opening for a principal, and they want—they want me to come and audition."

"What?" Callum's lips twitch upwards. "Rayla that's amazing!"

"But I'd have to leave—"

"And I'd go with you," says Callum firmly. "No question about it. No doubt in my mind. I'd go with you if you wanted it."

"But—the KSO," says Rayla. "All your friends and family, your brother, how could I ask you to—"

"You aren't asking me," says Callum. "They don't need me. They've got Claudia. And you—" He reaches for her hands across the table and presses her knuckles against his lips. "I'd be a shit violinist without my muse."

That draws a laugh out of her, and Callum grins, pleased he managed it. "Callum..."

"I'd go with you," he says again. "Always. Wherever you went—as long as you want me along."

Another pause. Rayla blinks and lets herself smile a little more genuinely. "Really?"

"Really."

Rayla swallows and grips his hand tighter. "It's just an audition for now. I just..."

"You don't have to explain," he says. "I can see how much you want this. You deserve it. And if we have to move, we will. Okay?"

"Okay." Rayla grins at him at last, the first hints of excitement lighting her eyes. Callum's heart warms at the sight of it, which only strengthens his resolve. "Sorry," she adds. "I didn't mean to ambush you like that. It's... a bit of a shake-up, y'know?"

"Oh I know," chuckles Callum. "KSO's getting one too. Look at our setlist." He slides his phone over to her to let her see, and Rayla barks out a laugh.

"Sleigh Ride?" She squawks. "The ridiculous one with the horsey-trumpet at the end? That Sleigh Ride? That's not Opeli's style, what's gotten into her?"

"I dunno," says Callum with a laugh. "Maybe it's just a good time for change."

Rayla grins and slides his phone back. "Maybe so."

#in anticipation #fess up jamba what do you play and how long have you played it #sbc #rayllum #if you look closely im in the video of sleigh ride that's linked

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Hi iam sure if did one before but iam pretty a 100% sure that you once give a description on how op hotties tits look like.

These were definitely my favorite posts to make…just saying, this girl appreciates tiddies 😍

Oven Charlotte 🍞

Oh we all saw what they full baked baby daddy’s chest looks like in all his glory! He has some fine hair on his chest and he likes to keep it because it makes him feel manly. His nips are pretty pink and sensitive so if you graze them…he’s melting. Also he loves having his S/O lick melted chocolate off his tiddies but be careful! You don’t want to burn your tongue if he blushes too much😜 8.5 out of 10 for face smothering.

Buggy🤡

His tiddies are defined along with his abs but he’s on the leaner side since he doesn’t like to bulk up too much. It doesn’t fit his aesthetic! He does have hair on his chest and he doesn’t mind it at all, his partners always think it’s cute. He has bright pink nips. 8 out of 10 for face smothering.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

He has a pretty lean body and he tends to show his tiddies because he gets hot often. He’s got a light tan and doesn’t grow much hair on his chest. His nips are cute and light pink. 8 out of 10 for face smothering.

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

We were lucky to see tiddies in all its glory, usually we just get to see his cleavage from his boob window! He doesn’t like hair on his chest so he makes sure to keep himself groomed. He burns easily so he has pretty pale tiddies and that’s not by choice! His nips are pink and one of them are pierced. 10 out of 10 for face smothering😆

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

Ah to be the handsome sibling is always a plus when he’s a sweetheart too! Since he’s a marine, he has to be physically fit all the time and this resulted in him having amazing tiddies for us to enjoy! He’s pretty pale and doesn’t like being out in the sun because he burns too easily so his tiddies never see the light of day! His nips are pale pink and he does have light hair between his tiddies. 9 out of 10 for face smothering.

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹

Oh this pink haired baby daddy! How I wish he had more screen time! His tiddies are firm and well defined because he works out all the time and does karate to keep fit! He has tattoos that go down his arms and legs, he loves the look and feel of it. His nips are light pink like his lips and they’re pierced. 1000 out of 10 for face smothering (let me be your baby mama already!😭)

Gecko Moria🦇

When he was younger, he has amazing pale tiddies with pierced nips. He’s not a hairy guy so they were always smooth and he liked it that way. He had a well defined body that worked well for his height. 9 out of 10 for face smothering.

Iceburg💜

Under those fabulous suits is a lean but defined body that only our favorite sexy mayor could have! He has dark pink nips and he’s actually pretty hairy. He does have chest tattoos around his tiddies that join to his shoulders and even down his abs to his hips. Only his partners would know that though😉 10 out of 10 for face smothering for our sexy ice-daddy.

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

He’s very particular about his body so he makes sure to do lots of chest exercises so that he can maintain his perfect tiddy size and have the body of a God! He isn’t a hairy guy so his chest is smooth to the touch and he loves to flex his chest so that it feels strong. His nips are dark pink. 100 out of 10 for face smothering! (Omg lemme motorboat you, Gild😭😭😭)

Rob Lucci🐆

His chest in his non-kitty form is pretty lean but still defined as he just prefers the look for when he’s wearing his suits. He has brown nips and some fine hair growing between his tiddies. 9 out of 10 for face smothering.

#ooc #one piece #charlotte oven #buggy the clown #marco the phoenix #donquixote rosinante #who’s who one piece #gecko moria #iceburg one piece #gild tesoro #rob lucci

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gummybearzgocrazyagain · 1 year

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kinn/porsche fic rec

Fake Dating AU

Tell Me That You Love Me (even if it’s fake) by @whitewalkers [luuuuuv me a fandom as ripe with fake dating trope as kp, it never quite loses it’s charm innit. kinn has a high school reunion to attend, and of course why not use it as a ploy to sway his most annoying bodyguard into confessing his nascent feelings... well-done, tis a rec]

Vigilante/Special Agent AU

Deep Like a Coastal Shelf by @Lilla_Torg [aight so this is an author with the very distinguished storytelling pattern, that i can not help but appreciate, their world-building and characterization is usually top notch, and this particular babie is not an exception: porsche and chay were brought up by someone from the syndicate that targets organized crime, and now that people, who used to call themselves their parents, are gone, Porsche is left with the ominous List, and a black leather vigilante suit, to keep their legacy alive. korn and gun are dead, Main and Minor fams are combined, tankhun has taken over as the Leader. kinn handles their overseas ops. amazing quality of storytelling, as always. DNI if you can’t handle pairings other than kp, as this is a multi-pairing piece, as it is customary for this author. but again, the story is so good, i didn’t even skip kimchay/vegaspete bits, which is a feat on it’s own. max kudosssssss]

the house don’t fall (when the bones are good) by @bytheriveriwept [i often say that i luved some works, but there are works i luved, and then there are works i LUVVEEEEEEDDDDDDDD with my whole-ass heart, this bit of genius masterpiece is the case of the latter. kp are special agents, colleagues, parts of the same organization, cohesive unit, and all that. only until porsche decides to take on risqué assignment, and go undercover. will they still be them, when he is back....? what can i say, this was sooooooooo up my alley in so many ways, i don’t even wanna say no more, if you haven’t read this.... what the hell is you even doing]

Third person POV

First Impressions by @AirgiodSLV [oooohhhhh how i luv me some piece of delicious 3rd person pov, yummmmm, Bank is a new hire for the Major fam, and this is the first time he is present at the meeting between the families.... yumm👌]

Alternative Meeting AU

stumbling to the edge by @FireRisingOverTheHills [absolutely delightful and underrated series for those who is not looking for heavy feels: it is light-hearted, sweet, well-written and entertaining, all without being angsty or plot-twist-heavy. despite the alternative meeting, it is still pretty much in-universe compliant. kp meet at a bar under different circumstances, but end up pretty much in the same compromising position that we all love to see them in. much kudos🙏]

the less i know the better by @mslunita [yummmmm, delicious morsel of tinder hookup-turned-softness, i really enjoyed this one: kp initially meet on the apps, and yet, being themselves, immediately turn this motha all soppy and lovey-dovey, - extremely canon-complaint, if you ask me. exactly the kinda content i am here for🙏 super-well done]

For Want of Fighting by @Mara [this fandom sure does luuuuuuv it some alternative meetings aus, huh, and i ain’t about to complain. great short piece, Businessman AU, first meeting is not too drastically different to canon, but the context does slightly differ. very entertaining and def a rec]

Sports AU

Salt by @ronadnhermy [oh. my. god. what a fucking catch, luv luv luved ittttttt, so well-written, so entertaining, there is plot, there is emotional turmoil, morally dubious kinn, maybe the younger versions of them is not exactly my jam, but with such quality, who cares... porsche is like 18-19 and on the Thailand National Taekwondo team, kinn is in uni, and sees something he likes, thangs spiral from there... super recommend, ah-mazing, allllllll the kudos]

bar owner!porsche AU

like real people do by @motherfleckers [Kinn is a celeb, Porsche owns a tiny bar in a tinier fishing town, simple premise with a delightful resolution: eyebrows, usual canon levels of audacity, motorcycle rides, and, most importantly, kinn’s dick is not small. it’s very very good (the fic, not kinn’s dick, although that too). major kudosssssssss]

Now make your bed (now lie in it) by @deliciousblizzardshark [2-for-1 tropes sale, apart from bar owner!porsche, you get accidental babie acquisition, my beloved <33333 fair warning, one must brace themselves for being gutted with longing, as well as general adorableness of kinn going “i’ve only had this random babie for 1,5 days but if something happens to her imma end everyone in this establishment and then myself”, adored this one sooooo much, prolly one of my personal faves, sooooooo many kudosssssss]

Cabin crew AU

before i leave, i want it a thousand times by @mslunita [despite somewhat disparaging reputation real-life cabin crew have acquired in my city, i clearly have no issues reading porsche being one slutty flight attendant, and hey, when your client is kinn anakinn theerapanyakul, who could actually blame him for slightly loosening his morals up on occasion, right? certainly not me, you go boiiiiii]

Historical AU

Love and the Art of War by @fortunehasgivenup [oooooowwwwww yassss, this is sooooo far up my alley it ain’t even funny. first of all, this author is everything, man, love all their fics, must reads, all of them. this specific babie is sooooo precious though: set in some nebulous middle ages, it’s a war camp setting, kinn has been away from home for months, and upon returning from some battle or other, gets an unexpected visitor waiting for him inside his tent. ngl, i would have read 200k of this, but author gave me 4, and i lapped them up like a man starved. perfection, truly. not to mention the use of “anakinn” in any context just does it for me🤷‍♀️]

Sex worker adjacent AU

escort AU by @Oscarian_Flame [Porsche joins the same agency kinn has been a long-term client of, and the universe expands from there. well-written and fun to explore, with interesting oc’s, worth a read for sure!]

Cliff Jump by @AirgiodSLV [ooohhhhh yeahhh babie we talking with this one💅 soooo.... vegas is using the same agency, and it kinda triggers kinn’s competitive side, earning him a certain... reputation. once every twink is bangkok is so exhausted that ain’t noone is able to deal with his over-the-top shite no more, the agency sends someone who has enough stamina to withstand the lengthy bounds of athletic... interactions. yeahhhhh, you guessed it. so very entertaining and plot-twisty. so very delightful]

even though you’re not mine, you’ve got that look in your eyes by @fortunehasgivenup [highly highly doubt there are people left in this fandom who have not read this masterpiece, and yet could not exclude it from the recs, it’s that spectacular. if one must create escort-by-misunderstanding AU.... do it to such level. spectacular work, allllll the kudos]

Night Call by @ziusik [one of my fav pieces in this fandom no cap, if you know this author, you know, i obvi adore every single word of both mileapo and kp this author has everrrrr written, and this particular stripper!porsche au with absolutely helplessly besotted idiot-kinn is outa this worldddddddd great. it’s like if “under the influence” by cb was a fic, the vibe is simply immaculate]

Comedy/Crack

Wilderness Camp by @housseao3 [wholesome and endearing piece of fun, i lichrally cackled multiple times, i meannnn, tankhun with his rompers, chan/tay, sugarplum/chicken, unforgettable ken/groundskeeper....? adorable, entertaining and praise-worthy attempt at light-heartedness and humour, super-well done]

School/Uni AU

let there be no barriers (between you and i) by @anakinn [being both adorable and hot is a general qualifier for ending up on my rec page, so here it goes as well. porsche has had a crush on one of his classmates for the better part of their university journey. one day being bored in class, he decides to test some random online advice, and see whether anyone of his mates is a mind-reader.... you guessed it folks, one particular person just might be. short and to the point delicious morsel of general canon-appropriate kp horniness for eo <3]

i gave a second chance to cupid by @haeseolar [omnomnomnom *chomps down on this fic with gusto* you know the feeling you get while consuming media, this overwhelming regret that the magnificent piece of work you’re currently devouring has already been perceived by you, and you never get to experience it for the first time ever again...? big time my energy while reading this one, what a mind candy, i reeeeeeeeeally enjoyed it🙏🙏🙏 kinn is 39, he is teaching lit at a private school, when the new 24yo PE teacher joins their roster fresh off uni... i dunno what to tell you, this author just gets it, when i say all the kudos, i quite literally mean all the possible kudos for this one]

Various in-universe AUs

The One Where Porsche and Kim Are Gym Buddies by @fortunehasgivenup [oooiiii, what fun, what funnnnnn: kim and porsche are both in the fights, and occasionally meet at the gym... reluctant comradery ensues. they talk to each other about their respective crushes, none the wiser that they have been railing each other’s nong and phi... what else is there to say, the author is so good i even attempted to read kimchay, which is practically unheard of, lich-rally all the kudos]

Here With You by @Yeetyeetbroski [daaaaaaaamn sonnn, the tension, the tensionnnnnn..... “scrumptious” is an understatement for what a treat it was. thank you dear author, much much MUCH kudos p.s. while you’re at it, i’d recommend to go through this author’s whole catalogue, their rendition of kp dynamic is a delight to read]

The Aftermath by @Yeetyeetbroski [yippy, the softness <3333333 So this is an Ep 6 aftermath, an AU for Ep 7. absolutely lovely and adorbs. soft besotted kinn is universally accepted as one of the fandom fav versions of kinn, so in regards of delivering on this front this fic is def up there. awesome read]

Post-canon

Storm to Weather by @archay [it was soooo good, i luv this typa vibe, bitter-sweet, but hopeful <333 the theerapanyakul empire is done for, and kinn and porsche are out to fend for themselves in a real world. tis a rec]

Whittled Down by Another War by @rageprufrock [i... are there even words... abso-fucking-lutely legendary piece, the way theerapanyakul bros dynamic is portrayed in this.... damnnnnnnnnnn, if there is anyone, literally anyone left who has not read this yet... what the fuck are you doing with your life, GO READ THIS ABSOLUTELY MINDBLOWING FIC]

fell in love with the fire long ago by @builtempires [wieeeeeeeeeeee, what a tasty treat: kinn is away on business, and a certain head of the minor family decides that sending his partner some racy pics while separated by thousands of miles would help the situation... it both does and doesn’t. very entertaining, super hot, much kudos]

Magic AU

Instinct by @the-wayside [ohhhhh this bloody gorgeous muthafuckin thang.... i remember being so overwhelmed after reading initial chapters that i even dmed the author, cause it was cloying at my skin, the story is superb. not everyone, but many people got an instinct living inside of them, and what do you think happens when kinn goes to some random underground fight held at some random seedy club and his instinct meets porsche.... yeppp. something about reading how the most animalistic, primal part of kinn wants and longs for what is his is just.... maaaaaaaan, If you haven’t read it yet and there is still an opportunity for you to experience it for the first time, i am so fucking envious no cap]

Poring Down Crimson Fire by @Lilla_Torg [whatttttttt, this was fucking insane, like...??? the world-building??? i fucking can’t, off the charts, insert chief kiss emoji size of a sun. i don’t even know how to rec something like dat, just... insanely devastatingly interesting story, and yeah, technically it’s not even kp fic per se, cause the whole fucking gang be giving off main character vibes. must read]

bonus:

MILEAPO

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disclaimer: realizing how tricky the whole topic of rpf might seem, i myself have not dipped a toe in this pool in a long, long time, therefore do completely understand and accept any potential discomfort anyone may have with using names/likeness of real people for fanfiction writing purposes. kindly, if you are uncomfortable with the topic, do not proceed any further, thank yew. p.s. also, as it has been noted so many times before, if you didn’t want us to write/read fanfiction about you, maybe you shouldn’t look at your work colleague like dat, bruv, just saying

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Starting Ambitions by @iffervescent [abo rpf, fucking masterpiece, luv this story sm]

Marked by @oliviacirce [yeahhhhhhhh... this. this was... an experience. they are about to film the scene in pete/porsche’s room, but the special effects person is out with the stomach flu, and there is no one to apply the fake hickies to apo’s neck. mile comes up with the brilliant idea that saves the day. no words, only squeals and cheers]

Whole New Kinds of Weather by @archay [short, sweet, hot and to the point 👌 after the NYE 2023 the whole team comes back to Tong’s for an after-party (for the live of me, i dunno why is it always Tong in the fics, tis has become some kind of established fanon by now), and thangs transpire in his bedroom (sorry, phi!!! pls don’t kill them)]

obviously, every single word @ziusik has ever written, especially Limerence, your lips in the street lights, and of fucking course, just a step away, which is definitely one of my fav ma fics everrrrrr and forever fandom classic

and finally...

said you’d be coming back this way again, baby by @concernedlily [this is what i’d call an ultimate ma fic, jokes aside, if there would be a limited amount of fics a person is allowed to read in they lifetime, this would make the cut every time for me. no matter how many wonderfully written, extremely talented ma works are out there, this would always be the ma fic for me, absolutely fandom-forming, i can never praise this work enough]

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche fic rec #mileapo #mileapo fic rec #kinn/porsche

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binint · 1 year

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Dance with you Tonight (Ace Trappola x GN! Reader)

"You're a charmer that's for sure, but I can't stand anymore. Shame I would've danced with you tonight..."

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It was finally the day of the prom and everyone was excited, well besides you. Like always, Crowley had piled all of the work onto you and the other responsible students of the school were too busy to help you out so the past couple of weeks have been planning for one, if not the biggest nights of the year.

This event was a bit strange though, with everyone on the island being invited and not just a school-only event. Even more on your plate! How fun for you. During the actual night, you were able to get some students to help you out with check in, food, etc...things that you didn't want to worry about.

Thankfully you had gone out and set up the whole night perfectly with just an hour to get ready before it actually started. The theme of "underneath the stars" might not have been the most original idea, being outside and all, but hey, it was a one student team.

"Do I have to go?" Grim muttered while you were searching for your outfit.

"Yes," you glanced at him before adjusting your hair and accessories. "There is no way that I have been working my ass off for the past few weeks for you not to come and admire the masterpiece that will be tonight."

"Okay fine, but just for the food!" He drooled a bit imagining the platter of tuna he knew you ordered just for him. "I get admiring your work but don't you need a date or something?"

"Well yeah, but I got to make sure that this night goes perfectly and that no problems arise. I might go crazier if I find out that something went wrong."

You finished getting ready and got a brush to start taming whatever was going on with Grim. Sitting on your bed, he crawled over and surprising was pretty calm about it, probably doing so out of pity at your current state.

A little ding went off from your phone, glancing over it and looking at the picture that your friends had sent you with their dates. Ace and Deuce were doing the iconic "prom-train" poses with their dates. Jack and Epel were trying to ruin the picture by making funny faces and Sebek was the one who took the picture.

There was a little heart pang felt when you looked at Ace and his date. They looked cute together! Can't blame him though, you were the one who encouraged him to ask someone out.

Ace: cute aren't we :3

Y/N: Very. How is everyone so far?

Deuce: pretty good! Jack and Epel are taking their pictures now so we are almost done.

Sebek: WE HOPE TO CATCH YOU THERE HUMAN!!! :D

Y/N: Mhm. See ya in a few! :) <3

You sighed and put your phone down finishing your business with Grim. Once done, you gently put him down and looked in the mirror inspecting your appearance. To be completely honest, you were feeling yourself, twirling around and gushing internally about how good you looked. Grim yelled out from downstairs and told you that it was time to go. How Responsible of him <3

The ghosts came out, scaring you a bit but they were quick to apologize and compliment you.

"You look amazing!"

"Oh they grow up so fast don't they!"

"Oh c'here real quick we have to take a photo before you go!"

You playfully rolled your eyes and posed for a picture. They quickly took photos of you and Grim and a few selfies before sending you out. Your pace had started to quicken, almost forgetting the walk from Ramshackle to the venue you had picked. It was truly beautiful, a nice area away from the main city of the island but not too far out from the school. The main venue was nice and roomy, with an elegant dance floor and lighting. Outside was nice and cool with many photo-ops and food lined up yards beyond yards.

Before you even knew it, you had arrived, and just on time. People had just started to come in and you walked up to the entrance, Azul and the Leech twins greeting you.

"Why hello perfect, you look quite stunning," Azul greeted and you smiled back reciprocating the compliment.

"You too look quite attractive yourself Ashengrotto-"

"What about me Shimpy!!!" Floyd had begun whining before clinging onto you.

You had smiled and hugged him. "You're very handsome Floyd, you too Jade!"

"Get off the perfect Floyd, I'm sure that they have a lot to attend to," Jade had explained.

You let go of Floyd and quietly thanked Jade before going in, looking for wherever Grim had snuck off to. Once you spotted him gnawing on the tuna you had placed, you grinned and went to walk around a bit more.

Thunk!

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry!!" You exclaimed looking up at a familiar green haired 1st year. "Sebek! You guys are here already?"

"Hello Human!! It is quite alright do not worry about bumping into me!! I actually just came here alone! I did not want to leave you alone here since I knew that the others would take quite some time to take photos!" He exclaimed. You couldn't help but smile at the nickname "human" that he had given you. Yeah it seemed a bit degrading in the beginning, but the more you hung out with him, the more it became a name of endearment.

"You are quite the gentleman! Could you help me move those boxes over there?"

Without a word he had put the boxes just where you had wanted them. If he were here while you were planning the prom, life would've been so much easier.

"Right here?"

"Yes, thank you Seb."

More people had started to come in and you could hear the music from the ballroom playing and how wonderful it was to hear. Sebek had noticed you humming and took your hand while walking over to the ballroom.

"Human! Will you have this dance with me?" Sebek smiled in a sort of dorkish way and you had grinned back.

"Of course Seb."

You had put you hands around his neck and he put his hands around your waist and together you two followed the rhythm of the music and danced harmoniously. It was nice. After the stress that you've been through the past few weeks, it was nice to relax and dance. Other couples had started to dance as well giving you a signal that the night was starting off well.

What more could you ask for right now? Here you were with your best friend without a care in the world-

"Y/N!!" You heard your name and whipped your head around to look at Azul.

You quickly apologized for the interruption but Sebek quickly brushed off and pushed you away, understanding you still had work to do for the night. A familiar group had started to come in and a certain red-head had been staring at you and Sebek for a bit while you two were dancing. Azul had grabbed your arm and quickly dragged you outside.

"Where do you have the extra wristbands? The line outside is getting longer and there isn't anymore at the front table."

"Oh geez, um, I think they're over here-" Despite trying to act calm, you were starting to panic but its okay! Is what you told yourself. You began to walk over the the storage closet, hoping there had been extras. You quickly looked through the room and grabbed a small boxed filled with the wrist bands. Sighing in relief you quickly retrieve them and hand them to Azul. He responds with a quick thank you before running out to give them out.

Your knees had almost begun to give out and the night had barely even started. Maybe you just needed something to eat. Walking out of the closet, you stepped outside with the hair and all the food, looking delicious as ever. You took a deep breathe before continuing to walk before a few of the hanging lights had gone out. Perfect.

You grumbled before going to the closet and grabbing a box of the extra light bulbs you had and started to replace the few dead ones.

"How's it going Y/N?"

You finished screwing in the last bulb before looking down at Ace, Deuce and his date.

"It's going great!" You were trying to keep your cool, if not in public you probably would've ended up balling your eyes out.

"Need any help there-?" Ace had asked, before you had started to walk away, making sure there were no other bulbs needed to be replaced. It sounded so backhanded, like Ace couldn't believe that like somehow you wouldn't be able to handle everything yourself.

Maybe you were just being dramatic and overwhelmed but either way, you would continue to brush him off throughout the night. Everytime he would try and spark some kind of conversation, you were dealing with something or were being called to deal with something. You were always saying,

"Enjoy the night!"

"I got this! Don't worry!"

"Go out and dance with your date!"

Totally ignoring the lack of a date that Ace appeared to have.

The night went more smooth than you had expected and next thing you knew it was almost the end of the night and time for you announce prom royalty. As you stepped up onto the stage, you looked out to the audience and noticed that everyone was together except for Ace. You two had locked eyes but he quickly broke it, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking out.

You frowned. Why was he alone? Where was his date? Is he okay-?

Forgetting you were on stage, you quickly announced royalty, gave them their crown and walked down, heading out to find your best friend.

Prom night was almost over, and people were starting to leave. You were hoping that Ace hadn't left yet. As more people started to leave, it became harderto move around to try and find him. You ended up just standing there near the entrance greeting everyone a safe walk home. Many compliments were given to you during this moment about your job and your appearance.

Once the majority of the student body had left, you continued to walk around going outside if you could try and spot your red-headed friend. You approached a slumped figure, on the grass and leaning against the large tree overseeing the venue.

"Hey there stranger. You look quite handsome."

Smiling, you sat next to him admiring his suit. It was a deep red with black accents around the hems. Through the starlight and faint lighting from the venue, you could spot a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Hello to ya too stranger. Do you come here often?"

You hummed "Hm, no but I couldn't pass the chance to talk to someone so handsome."

He began to laugh and threw his head back. "The feeling is mutual," he grabbed your hand and kissed it lightly.

"You are a charmer that's for sure."

The night was quiet and relaxing, and with everyone now gone it really did feel like you two were the only people in the whole world. Not a care in the world anymore.

"You okay there? I saw you walk out," you questioned, "Didn't look too happy."

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be fine? Tonight has been amazing all thanks to you."

"What about your date? What happened?"

There was a pause. The environment filled with silence like if one of you spoke, something terrible would happen. It was tense and despite being outside, you felt like you were suffocating. It wasn't until Ace spoke until you could breathe again.

"It's stupid. If I say it out loud you're gonna make fun of me I know that for sure."

"Oh please, you've seen me at my worst there is so judgment here."

You looked at him and held his hands, the moonlight lighting both of your faces. And you were sincere, there would be no judgement for whatever he did. If he did something dumb to offend them, yes you would be a little ticked off but overall, no judgement.

"I lied. They weren't really a date. It was just one of Epels' friends that wanted to come. I wanted to ask someone out but they were just so busy, I couldn't find the time to talk to them."

You were a little shocked. He had wanted to ask someone out and hadn't told you? That bothered you a little since you two were best friends but then again, you had been busy planning the prom.

"Hello? Who did you want to ask? I could've totally help you out!"

"No, it's okay, I'm sure they don't even think of me that way. Honestly, I try and flirt with them but they just think I'm being friendly. But when Sebek does it-"

"Bek?"

"Yes!" He had suddenly raised his voice and you flinched a bit, not expecting such a tone coming from him. Ace stared at you before getting up towering above you.

"I tried to find the time to ask you. But you were always so busy and never had the time to even really say hi. A-And even today! When I kept trying to find a way to talk to you or get you to dance with me, it was like you were avoiding me. You had the time to talk to Zigvolt and dance with him so why not me! What's the difference between us? What makes him so much more worthy of your attention-"

flick!

You had flicked him hard in the forehead almost bursting out into tears.

"Y/N! What the hell was that for!" He had started rubbing the spot where you had flicked him.

"Y'know, you really are an idiot, but I won't hold it against you."

Ace had stared at you confused before you had took his hand and walked inside the venue. You had ended up leading him to the middle of the ballroom and quickly dimmed the lights and turned on a song going back to him. You had bowed and held you hand out to him.

"May I have this dance?"

Starting to take the lead, you had interlocked your hands together and started to dance.

"I'm sorry if I've been busy, but I would've made time for you if I had known you were going to ask me out."

You sent him a grin laughing at his confused expression

"What?" He tilted his head looking as if he were in his own world.

"I like you too dumbass."

"Oh okay. Thanks."

"Thanks?"

Ace had groaned and tried to hide his face, nervously laughing.

"So you don't like Sebek?"

"Love him as a little brother like figure but I can't see him as a romantic partner."

"Hm..."

Ace had lightly kissed the top of your head and you two continued to dance. The soft jazz was filling up the room with light blues and purples, and you had never felt more in place than you did now. Here you were dancing with your long time crush, alone, without a care in the world. Few other words were spoken throughout the night because what else was needed besides two awkward teens in love dancing while the night was young.

(fin).

masterlist

#ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #twst #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst x yuu

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dungeonofthedragon · 8 days

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Ttrpg Recommendations: Vampires!

I love vampires- both silly and spooky! So I thought; well, why not make a rec post of vampire-related games this time?

Brinkwood: The Blood of Tyrants by Far Horizons Co-Op

The world is controlled by vampiric aristocrats. Fortunately for your scrappy band of rebels, you've gained the favour of the fey! Mystical masks allow you to spill the blood of your oppressors (for a price.)

I haven't had a chance to play this game, but everything I've seen about it looks amazing. Also, it uses the Forged in the Dark system, which is behind several of my existing faves!

Fanged by level2janitor

Fanged is a rules-light rpg where each player (besides the GM) creates two characters: one vampire, and one mortal. It takes some cues from Vampire: the Masquerade but is much, much easier to pick up and play. I'd planned to play this with some friends a while back and, while it never quite got off the ground, the would-be players were able to quickly create characters and develop their connections between each other in our small seaside town setting.

Reason/Run by Sam Robson

This is my own creation, but it is very much about vampires and so I wanted to include it! Reason/Run is a one-page solo rpg about an ordinary person exploring a vampire's castle to try and rescue a loved one. They cannot fight the vampire head-on, and so if they ever encounter it, they must choose to either reason with it or run away.

I barely escaped when I played this myself. Was forced into a situation where I had to make a roll with a 33% chance of success. Failing a roll means your character is killed and the game is over. I was so nervous as I was pretty close to winning at the time, and thus so relieved when the roll succeeded!

Thousand Year Old Vampire by Tim Hutchings

A solo journaling rpg where you play as the titular vampire! My manager first recommended it and, I have to say, it's so good. Dark, desperate and lonely, but amazing! Follow a vampire through their centuries of existence, up until their demise. If you're the type of person who always feels bad for monsters in the stories (I know I am!!!), this game is for you.

There are literally thousands of community copies, so if this sounds like your thing, it's so easy to nab this one!

#vampires #vampire ttrpg #vampire rpg #thousand year old vampire #fanged #brinkwood #reason/run

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moodmusicmonday · 1 year

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Whew! This playlist has a little bit of EVERYTHING! You're gonna get hyped to party, lost in your own heart-eyes, and then finally tripped up in your angsty-crying feels. It's pretty amazing, and we are so thankful to our writers for sharing their music inspo! So, go ahead! Check it out! Turn it on while you do your day! And don't forget to check out these fics when they come out! Like, comment and reblog these writers! Mention that you love their music inspo!

Dying to read a fic NOW? You're in luck! We have a newly released fic listed below! Look for the 📖, and click on the link!

We love y'all! We will see y'all in June! 🌞

🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

@ao719

“Dusk Till Dawn” - Zayn ft. Sia; Vancross, Chapter 15: I’ll Be With You (multiple crossover; Liam Rys x f!OC)

“In My Veins” - Andrew Belle; Best Kept Secrets, Chapter 14, Everything Will Change (TRR; Liam Rys x f!OC)

@bebepac

📖 “When You Believe” - Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey; The Life of Riley Book 2, Chapter 8: Garden Party Photo Op [TRR; Liam x Riley]

@cariantha

Back to the Starting Line [OPH; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Sawyer Brooks)]

”Hard to Say Goodbye” - Ekali, Illenium “Crash” - Usher

@peonierose

Once, Part 4 & 5 [TNA/OH; m!Sam Dalton, m!Robin Flores, Ethan Ramsey]

“Once” - Maren Morris “Long, Long Time” - Linda Ronstadt “Already Gone” - Sleeping at Last “Just Breathe” - Pearl Jam “Blue” - Sigrid

@socalwriterbee

“Dive” - Ed Sheeran; TBD, Part 3 [OPH; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Tessa Martinez)]

@tessa-liam

Marabelle, Chapter 5: Lights Out, Beaumont Bash 2 [TRR; Liam Rys x f!OC (Sophie Taylor)]

“Unchained Melody” - the Righteous Brothers “I Gotta Feeling” - Black Eyed Peas

@txemrn

“Pearls” - Samantha Gongol; TBD, a Royal Roulette (TRR; Liam Rys x Riley Brooks-Rys)

“8 Letters” - Why Don’t We; TBD, one-shot [TNA crossover; m!Sam Dalton x f!OC (Caroline Austin); m!LI x f!OC (Caroline Austin)]

🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

#mood music monday #moodmusicmonday #choices mood music monday #choices mmm #spotify #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #choices music inspo #music inspo #Spotify

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chibivesicle · 1 year

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Trigun Stampede - Episode 10 - Humanity - or - Am I now watching Blade Runner?

Episode ten dropped this morning and here in my small two bedroom apartment there was indeed the wailing and gnashing of teeth as I watched the episode unfold. I had unrealistic expectations for Stampede is the mantra I need to keep repeating to myself as I watch it.

Also, I still have some unanswered asks - I’ll try to get to them when I can but they aren’t a quick reply so I need to have the time and brain power to think about them.

The episode starts off with Vash and Wolfwood riding on their ostriches in the desert heading to July. Wolfwood screams randomly while Vash listens to a timely news update - on an earbud! His earring doesn’t even act like a phone receiver device anymore - I mean with all this sci fi tech could you had at least kept his ability to use the earring to hear someone’s voice?!?!?

Anyhoo, this then leads to the OP. The action then shifts to inside the area where Meryl and Roberto are, now with lights allowing for us to see the room full of red plants.

Zazie the Beast asks them who can make use of the planet - Humans, plants or the worms? Of course Zazie states that the worms are the planet which, okay you also think quite highly of yourselves worms. That’s it worm domination is settled if it weren’t for the fact you need to use people to apparently destroy them? But this is Studio Orange’s animation demo, no budget for writers.

Conrad approaches and is easily able to convince Meryl and a reluctant Roberto to join him. Roberto utters death flag number one asking Meryl if there is a bargain sale on her life. You mean your life Roberto, eh?

It is obvious they have no choice but to go with Conrad, they know he is their only link to Knives’ motives for the red plants and his approach to humanity.

We get Vash and Wolfwood in a sort of street in July which is 100% cyberpunk and Blade Runner inspired. It gives me immediate vibes of Ghost in the Shell (the manga) and Cowboy Bebop and Outlaw Star. We are in a very Sinocentric city compared to the vaguely American early 20th century vibes of Jeneora Rock. Honestly Studio Orange, if you wanted to do cyberpunk, why don’t you just do that instead of trying to jam it into Trigun? Or maybe do a reboot on Bubblegum Crisis and Bubblegum Crash if you want to work with an older IP.

We also learn from Wolfwood that July is wealthy and successful due to having a monopoly on water producing plants which has made them powerful. Water is canonically a scarce resource in the manga but there was some on the planet but there was enough that people were able to successfully do some agriculture. And wash their clothes based on all of the laundry lines between buildings in the cities.

Lots of red Chinese lanterns, maybe we are in the Ghost King’s city but the seal script is too easy to read. Joking aside, the very desert vibe of the July MP and our previous bad guy of episode one just happens to be on patrol for funsies. And looks so weird in the Chinese centric area.

However, this metropolis still has no people - with all of that urban density we should see the streets packed with civilians but nah, they aren’t out and about. Additionally, are we now to interpret that the nameless July MP captain is possibly ethnically Chinese?

Why am I even pondering this? I know based on the lazy writing that the entire point of having the MP captain walk by is so that he can interact with Vash to prove some sort of superficial character development point. In this case, it is for one of the other MPs to point out that his family died at Jeneora Rock and shoots Vash.

Wow, just amazing storytelling skills there! I couldn’t see this coming at all. I knew that this was going to force the reveal of Vash’s scarred body. Which compared to previous versions is pretty good looking.

The ‘98 anime and the manga really worked to show the level of detail and the ugly/gross factor which was played for comic relief in both where Meryl and Milly walk in on Vash coming out of the shower with a towel around his neck and he blushes in embarrassment.

As Vash sits down across from them he with a scarred hand pops open a can of Kuroneko beer and explains he both doesn’t like people to see his scars but that he can’t run away from his past.

Studio Orange really did a disservice to the viewers by cleaning up Vash’s torso making it look clean and more sterile. The original shows the nubbiness and the fact that Vash could hypothetically heal his scars per the manga but what is the point of doing it out of vanity when it would simply accelerate his aging and hair turning black?

The action turns back to Conrad who is explaining that Luida’s geoplant goals are too slow and passive and that he’s using humanity itself to survive. I really miss that ‘Little Arcadia’ arc now . . .

We know exactly where this is going. It is the classic, ‘It is okay to sacrifice other people because they were gonna die anyways.’ villain trope. Yeah, just show them your high tech experimental lab. By the way, that is the worst sterile lab technique I have ever seen - are you sure you are following proper lab protocols?

The blood stains make for a horribly cliche dramatic effect which made me laugh. Conrad tells them that Knives is the perfect life form. This is clearly a huge departure from the original manga, since he was never this actively involved in things in this sort of way. I’d say that Conrad didn’t have a strong characterization in Trigun Maximum but he wasn’t a mad scientist drinking the Knives Kool-Aid. He held his own trump cards against Knives who forced him to work for him. In Stampede, it appears that he decided to go all into the cult of Knives as opposed to doing stuff at knife point.

We get the explanation that Conrad sees Knives as the ultimate life form and he’s trying to make more of them. With the help of cloned cells from Knives of course. For example a child we can all recognize, Elendira in the tank.

But she is translated with an ‘its’ power level being fairly weak. Meryl stares into the tank with a sadness.

The fact that she is in the tank seems to imply that she still needs to hook into the system and isn’t a true independent like Vash or Knives. The entire situation is the monologuing of a man who has completely lost it and sees all of his actions as justified with the Knives Kool-Aid.

Meryl feels pity for Elendira who is not pleased to hear this. This puts her immediately into beserker mode and she creates a nail to blow open the tank.

What have you done with my QUEEN Studio Orange? She’s now an unhinged 25+ year old plant-human hybrid child who doesn’t age as quickly as Vash or Knives? I’m not even going to address the issues with this ‘update’ to Elendira’s character in the main summary.

This causes Roberto to grab Meryl and run, again while Conrad stands there and Roberto makes death flag number two. He mentions worker’s comp to Meryl since she keeps getting them into risky situations.

Roberto and Meryl get chased to a large room full of red plants and oddly placed elevators in the middle. This doesn’t make any sort of structural or design sense but, hey all of the timing in this entire story doesn’t make any sense. Roberto is clear to Meryl that they are the bait that is to lure Vash in and they end up stuck between the elevator and Elendira.

Elendira gets more unhinged monologue time of her own about humans and their superficial judgements of others. Everything is okay though as Roberto knows that Vash will pop out of the elevator when the doors open, so he pulls Meryl off to the side as a rain of nails comes after them.

Sure enough, Wolfwood bursts out and Vash hangs back to help them safely enter the elevator.

This gives time for Wolfwood to square off with an even angrier Elendira.

We see a quick glance of Roberto running oddly back and then a closer look at him holding his side as they enter the elevator. We know that he’s been hit, though Meryl doesn’t know it yet.

Wolfwood destroys all of the nails and one broken nail cuts her as she falls in overly dramatic fashion. Again, what have you done to my QUEEN Studio Orange?

Wolfwood being the jerk that he is in this version gives her crap and Vash timidly tries to care about her injury.

This only invites a scathing retort to Vash who is scum in her eyes compared to Knives. For plot reasons, Wolfwood goes back to the elevator and makes Vash go with him, since it is his job to deliver Vash to Knives.

After this we get Roberto’s lame and predictable death scene with Meryl. It is the follow up to ‘sempai noticed me’ to the ‘sempai died to protect me’ this now allows for Meryl’s character to have ‘growth’.

She gets called by her full name and he gives her his Derringer.

I’ve said this many times before, but Studio Orange has done an amazing job with the animation of Meryl’s facial expressions since episode one. Other characters seem awkward and fall flat but she’s been a highlight. Her facial expressions - not her actual character which is a shallow imitation of her previous self. But I can at least take the time and really appreciate how well they animated her.

While she considers Roberto’s request to accept his derringer, Wolfwood narrates to Vash his philosophy that to survive on this planet you have to hurt and kill others to protect others. It is clear that Meryl is going to take some sort of action as she wipes away her tears with a look of resolve.

Before she pushes a button on the elevator, likely one that goes up. Either she is going to help Vash - which would be a bit silly alone - or if her wits hold up, she’s looking for Wolfwood instead.

I really hope she goes for Wolfwood to help Vash.

After Wolfwood finishes his explanation to Vash, they part ways in a dark corridor. I guess he was clear which way Vash needed to go to meet Knives? This then sets up our reunion of Vash and Knives in July, which should kick off a July incident where Vash causes the city to go boom.

Knives is at his fancy piano and explains that the statue over him, is actually a plant from ‘back then’. I’m unsure if he means back 150 years ago or from when he witnessed the final run of plants. I want to say from 150 years ago personally - my gut says so.

Knives starts gaslighting Vash immediately. Stating that Vash’s actions are based out of guilt from helping Knives get access to the computer to crash and destroy many of the ships. If you are a peak villain you need to make sure your underlings have black and white morals, so Vash is just guilty. Nothing else.

No one would argue that Vash doesn’t feel guilty for his actions and it does underlie many of his actions and intentions. However, this does not make it mutually exclusive from the fact that he can love humans. It is a huge theme of the manga how Vash is able to process his guilt, come to terms with it, face it and overcome and accept it which make him such a powerful character. That does not matter here though.

The action bounces back to Wolfwood who apparently has a completed contract for his services within the Eye of Michael. If you zoom in you can see that there is the added special note at the end stating that if Wolfwood completes the terms, the orphanage will not be used in future experiments.

Though the wording is that it is removed from a pilgrimage route which is a bizarre term to code for a location to take children for experiments from. Wolfwood questions what the meaning of the paper is crumpling it in anger. I mean, he could argue that Legato tried to destroy the orphanage anyways so can you even expect it to be upheld? That would require more depth and we don’t have time for that so Wolfwood leaves angry.

Which results in the weirdest line from Conrad - that makes no sense in the context of Stampede.

He asks a man, holding his cross if he were able to lay it down? Now, we decide to try to pull up a theme that needed to be explained from the beginning for Wolfwood but we didn’t have time for that earlier - toss it in here! Wolfwood then asks the question he was asked and leaves. Conrad sighs and looks at a photo of him and Tessla! On his freakkin’ desk. This man is clearly off the deep end.

I saw this and thought, okay we are going to get our Tessla flashback. Good. And then I get a flashback where Conrad is happy to see that Knives is alive and that he survived. This means that he’d been aware of Vash and Nai via Rem before the crash. However, he had no idea that the twins had survived and Knives threatens to give away his old identity.

We then see a bright blue eye on Knives’ hand and Conrad recognizes it and asks for forgiveness.

I’m going to squint really hard and conclude that Vash and Nai found out about Tessla on the ship, found her remaining body parts and then Nai absorbed her parts into himself and that is her eye now looking at Conrad. Creeeeepy! Knives not only can absorb living plants into himself, he can also take dead parts?

However, with Conrad collapsing before him, asking for forgiveness does this mean that Conrad continued to experiment on Knives as well????

The action returns to Knives and Vash. Knives activates a hidden trap door - because his is peak villain and Vash tries to stop falling with his tiny thread arm ability. Knives declares that he is remaking his sick brother, tying into Conrad’s previous statement about sacrificing one of the twins. Though he didn’t say which twin.

Vash then falls into a pool of water which likely isn’t just water but sci fi water something or other.

With that the episode ends.

My initial reaction was “Aaarrrrrggggghhhh, so much lazy writing and what on earth are they even thinking?!?!”

I will watch this season to the end, but there is no way I’m watching this any further if they leave it open ended with a time skip or whatever. All of this feels like Studio Orange wanted to do a cyberpunk series or some sort of homage to that type of series and they got the IP to that odd under performing manga and anime, Trigun. They never even stopped to ponder why it didn’t do well in Japan or why it was wildly popular in the States or how the original characters were well received in the original works. It is almost like they figured, “Hey we have this obscure IP, it is fine to skim a bit off and then create our own dystopian cyberpunk series.”

No one can touch Cowboy Bebop, that series is too special for a remake (in the animated form, not the live action) so it will stand alone. It is also an episodic series that no one can attack. Even though so many anime fans nowadays are aghast at episodic series when there are true merits to episodic storytelling.

I guess Outlaw Star was too 90s in a different way with the obvious alien cat girl, samurai chick and generic East Asian/Chinese vibes? If they wanted cyberpunk they should have gotten the IP to Bubblegum Crisis and remade that.

Character comments:

Bill Conrad - Oh boy, did they really change him from the manga. He was a member of the crew and knew Rem and found out she was hiding Knives and Vash. He allowed her to continue to hide them. Unlike Rem, he survived the crash and had set up a nice life for himself before being found by Knives and forced to work with him.

We all know that Bill Conrad is simply Patrick Stewart in manga form and that he was forced to do Knives bidding. However, he still managed to deceive him and only revealed to Knives that when his hair began to turn black that he too was aging and would die.

Knives asks Elendira to confirm if Vash’s hair is also changing colors . . .

Before he kills Conrad on the spot. He is no longer useful to Knives since he can no longer continue to use his power in an unlimited fashion.

Did Knives think he could have unlimited power or did Conrad lead him to believe that in the hopes he could control or fight back? Potentially both?

The main point is that Conrad was a part of the group who were involved in the Tessla experiments, however, we never know exactly to what extent, but that he is knowledgeable enough that he’s been working for Knives until his death.

This then leads into Tessla.

Tessla - Was the first independent plant that the crew learned about. We know that Conrad and Rem were both there when the horrible experiments were performed on her which resulted in her death. They then saved all of her remaining body parts in tanks for reference. The entire thing is wrong on every possible level and knowledge of this event forever shaped how Vash and Knives moved forward in their lives.

It doesn’t take Knives long to undercover the files and they are curious to learn more - leading them to what remained of her body!

However, Stampede hasn’t given us enough information to go on at the moment so we don’t know how they found out about this.

Elendira the Crimsonnail - Has fallen victim to trans erasure apparently. The 13th of the Gung-ho Guns, she was a force to be reckoned with wearing her pillbox hats, vintage suits and her suitcase full of nails. I know that the translation isn’t the best where she’s referred to as a transvestite, but our language has been shifting rapidly over the past ten years and if this were translated now, she’d simply be referred to as a trans woman.

Apparently, Stampede doesn’t like to have too many adult women and this resulted in the shift of Elendira to a perma-child, which is just weird if she is a plant human hybrid.

Roberto and Meryl - got their predicted death scene. Are any of us surprised? No. Roberto did not contribute to the plot, nor did he do much of anything so of course he got his ‘moment’ to hand off a single gun to Meryl. They were not the same as Meryl and Milly from the original as both were actively engaged in events and the fact that the two of them were always having interesting and dynamic conversations. Wolfwood - completed a legally binding contract. This doesn’t even make sense to me since - did he really have a choice in the matter? No. Why bother to draft a contract and who the hell is even going to enforce it? The NMP? And he’s not dead yet! Plus, the contract didn’t even follow its own note about the orphanage making it a sort of breach of contract by the writer . . . Vash - Passively walked right into Knives’ trap. Wow, shocking. Now, he’s going to get some sort of sci fi torture in the water pool to activate his gate/angel arm something . . July then go boom? Knives - Wow, yeah. Now he’s working with Conrad, he apparently absorbed Tessla’s eyeball into his arm before finding Conrad and he wants to remake his weak and sick brother. He keeps the remains of dying plants as statues around him to remind himself to not make mistakes and he’s been hanging out in July and no one knows. But based on his encounter with Conrad, the translation makes it sound like Knives may have been experimented on as well . . .

Zazie - The worms think very highly of themselves, however, they need to learn how to persuade others. Speaking like you are the better species is not going to win over Meryl and Roberto to hear you out. That’s why you lost to Conrad and Knives. Honestly, no character in Stampede knows how to make a good persuasive argument to convince others to follow their cause or goals.

Wow, this meta has spiraled out of control and I really need to wrap it up.

1.) The writing continues to use so many ‘perfect’ timing instances. I can’t take it anymore. The entire elevator setup had me groaning aloud on my couch. The scene where Vash is shot - is solely there to show his scars. There were so many other ways to convey this point, like when he was on the uncrashed ship maybe? Yet, Studio Orange lives for the most literal way to demonstrate things and it is well worn out its welcome for me as a viewer. 2.) The empty cities. We’ve been shown the metropolis of the planet and it apparently isn’t December. Where are the people in those massive buildings? Wolfwood mentions they can buy as much munitions as possible but where does their food and drink come from? I miss all of the normalcy of the original anime and manga. Where are the cafes, the city squares, the children in the streets?

3.) The sci fi cyberpunk tone. Baffles me. Studio Orange had a creative vision which was not even remotely aligned with the source material. The shift to a Sinocentric July also baffles me. Let’s slap up some red lanterns everywhere and Chinese-ish decor elements to set the tone for July. Is this some sort of hidden political message from the team at Studio Orange? Is the water monopoly a fill in for something else in current events? The original was much more Western US in the vibe but with international elements mixed in. The characters are diverse and we still have that reflected in the population, for example Meryl and Milly hitched a ride with a woman who was clearly black. There were other characters who were definitely black in the manga. Yet, have I seen a single black character even in the background in Stampede? No. It was bad enough that they made Wolfwood white but apparently no one of any darker skin toned ethnic group made it onto those Project Seeds ships. 4.) Lack of diversity. Thus, the lack of diversity of Stampede is killing me. The entire main cast has light skin tones. A subset of humanity is supposed to be stuck on the planet and that has not been reflected at all. Wolfwood in the background appears to be foodie, as he rates the following dishes; curry, ramen and finds an incredible bowl of udon. Clearly, there is cultural diversity and it had carried over to the desert planet. The lack of diversity then extends to what was the complete change in Zazie and Elendira as well. Zazie was a sort of non-binary character able to shift from host to host, implying that the gender construct was meaningless in their choices. Elendira was a powerful trans woman, with excellent fashion taste. Wolfwood didn’t even know what she looked like but was more than aware of her reputation. Legato was canonically gay, but he hasn’t done enough yet to determine if that will be maintained as well. My point is, what happened to all the queer characters? With that I shall wrap up. My snark was strong with this episode and excuse my puns throughout the meta.

#trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun anime #trigun manga #Vash the Stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #millions knives #meryl stryfe #roberto deniro #trigun stampede meta #trigun stampede episode review #zazie the beast #elendira the crimsonnail

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Day 16 ~ Overheat

Prompt: Public.

Pairing: Mo Lundy × (Pre-Op) FTM!Reader.

Word Count: 4.2k+

CW: Cum-swallowing, oral sex, outdoor sex, public/semi-public sex, sweat, throat-fucking, vaginal sex.

Mo's been working like a dog (no pun intended) these last few days.

The heat wave has meant the dogs are uncomfortable so there's more work to be done. He's constantly hosing them down or cleaning out their runs and kennels. There's a fair amount of overheating too and Mo has had to bring quite a few over to Linda for help. Because of the extra workload he hasn't had a ton of time to talk to you, despite working in the same shelter. You try to help Mo out where you can, like bringing him water or lunch and Linda even offered to take on some dogs so Mo wouldn't have to hose them down so many times a day. But it didn't seem like he could slow down.

But as the heat wave is starting to break, things are slowing down. There's been a noticeable difference today. The dogs are settling down, they're less irritable and the runs are a lot cleaner. But Mo is still drenched in sweat, his hair slicking to his forehead as moisture trickles down his temples. You hand Mo another water bottle that you grabbed from the fridge and he chugs it.

"Thanks." He says, wiping his mouth.

"You doing okay?" You ask, taking the empty bottle from him and tossing it in the recycling bin. You drink in the sight of him; his arms glistening with sweat, the way his boiler suit clings to his body, his toned chest and abs... You lick your lips and look up at Mo. His tired eyes soften as he smiles.

"Better now." Mo replies. Your cheeks warm and your heart skips a beat but the moment is broken when Linda calls for you.

"Hey, can one of you give this dog his medication please?" She asks, holding a plastic cup with a little bit of green-coloured liquid.

"I'll do it." You say softly. Mo follows behind you into one of the runs where a small terrier mix is sat. He's panting slightly and looks pretty uncomfortable. You squat down so you're level with the dog and smile, holding the cup close to him.

"Here's the nasty stuff." You coo. The dog sniffs the liquid then licks the rim of the cup before snuffling. "I know, bud, but if you wanna kick that infection, you're gonna have to take it." You sigh, petting his head gently. Mo watches you, smiling fondly as you try and encourage the dog to drink the medicine. He notices Linda smirking at him from the kennel over and realises how love struck he must look. But he doesn't really care. He likes you and has been trying to figure out a way to ask you out but he's nervous. He doesn't want to ruin what he has with you.

Once the terrier has taken his medication, you pet his head and rub his belly. "There's a good boy..." And you have to stop yourself for a moment, suddenly going light-headed as you brace yourself against the side of the kennel. Heat floods through you and a wave of sweat beads along your skin. God, it's still so hot... Mo notices the way you sway on your feet and rushes over, kneeling beside you.

"You okay?" He asks, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Heat getting to me, I think." You reply, closing your eyes for a moment and taking a few deep breaths.

"C'mon, let's get you sat down." Mo helps you stand and guides you back outside, to get some fresh air. Linda wanders over.

"What happened?" She asks.

"Just the heat. He's okay." Mo replies. Linda hums thoughtfully and places her hands on her hips.

"You keep an eye on him. I'll finish up here."

"You sure?" Mo asks.

"Positive." Linda says firmly before heading back inside.

Mo leads you over to a bench and helps you sit down. The shade the building provides is a massive help and the breeze feels amazing. But you're still sweating. And, God, does he wear the heat well; his skin glistens and you can't help but imagine running your tongue along Mo's body, tasting the salt on his skin, the heat of his flesh... You lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together, biting your lip. But he's eying you up too; your wide, desperate eyes, the sweat clinging to your brow, the way you squirm... This is the kind of sweet, sticky heat that makes people do stupid, crazy things... Mo clears his throat and swallows thickly.

"It's so damn hot." You groan. Mo chuckles.

"You could say that again."

"We should cool off."

"How would we—" Mo replies.

"Well, there's the hose..."

"Yeah, for the dogs." Mo scoffs. You smirk and bite your lip.

"But dogs aren't the only ones who overheat..." Mo can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Linda would probably kill him if she found out. Or would she? She knows he's thought about asking you out and, judging from the way you're looking at him, full of wanton longing, this might be his best shot. "Guess it couldn't hurt."

Mo gets up and grabs the hose, testing the water before turning it on you. The water is cold and sends a shiver through you, making you yelp.

"Holy shit!" You gasp. Mo laughs heartily and you grin at him, warmth flaring in the pit of your stomach. You kick off your shoes and wring out your hair. The wet shirt clings to your skin and he can see everything; your nipples poking through the fabric, hard from the chill of the water, the curve of your waist, the hem riding up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin. Mo swallows thickly and aims the hose at himself, letting the refreshing water drench him. He sighs in relief and closes his eyes, tipping his head back. You watch the water drip down his neck, his chest and his stomach. The boiler suit is sticking to his skin and he's debating just taking it off. You reach for the hem of your shirt, lifting it to reveal your stomach, before remembering yourself. Sure, you're a guy but you still have a full chest and some might find that...problematic.

"Do you— Umm... Do you mind if I...?" You gesture to your shirt. Mo smiles softly and shakes his head.

"Sure." You pull your shirt off and wring it out. He tries not to stare but you're right there; the soft swell of your chest glistening, your nipples pert, goosebumps covering your arms. Mo can't help but wonder how you'd feel, how soft and warm and you'd be... There's a beat of silence between you and it feels like hours. Mo bites his lip and chews on the inside of his cheek before taking a breath and stepping closer. "Can I— Umm... Could I touch you?" You inhale sharply and nod, a little too quickly.

"Please."

Mo moves closer and puts a hand on your chest, cupping the soft flesh. His thumb brushes over your nipple and a soft moan escapes your lips. Mo takes another step forward, closing the gap between you. You reach up to grasp the zipper of his boiler suit, looking to him for permission. Mo nods and you slowly unzip it, pulling the sleeves down and pushing the sweat-dampened garment off his shoulders. You run your hands along his arms, his toned biceps, his strong forearms, the dusting of dark hair along the centre of his chest... Heat pools in the pit of your stomach, reigniting the warmth that spreads across your skin, sweat beading.

"Can— Can I kiss you?" You ask but he doesn't say a word. Instead, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. Your hands come up to cup his jaw, his beard tickling your palms, moustache brushing against your top lip. Mo wraps an arm around your waist, his hand resting against the small of your back. He steps forward, forcing you backwards, until you're pressed against the side of the shelter. His boiler suit falls to the ground and he kicks it aside. His other hand comes up to grip your hip. You press your tongue to the seam of his lips, practically begging for entry, and he grants it. Mo tastes so good, his tongue moving against yours, the slick muscle gliding, caressing. You wrap a hand around his wrist, pushing it around to the back of your pants, letting him grope you through your soaked shorts. He seems so nervous to touch you, wary of his strength. But you need him; his calloused hands, his rough skin, the firmness of his body, his muscles... Mo squeezes your ass gently and a moan rumbles in the back of your throat. His cock twitches at the sound and he finds himself pressing his hips against yours. You can feel the hard outline of his dick and gasp into his mouth. Mo swallows thickly and backs off slightly.

"We— We should stop." Mo says, breath coming in quick gasps. "We can't...do this here." He breathes and you grab his shoulders, turning the both of you is his back is pressed to the wall. You're surprised how easily he goes.

"Why not?" You pant, running a hand along Mo's toned chest, down his stomach. You press the heel of your palm against the bulge in his boxers and he can't help but groan.

"Fuck..." Mo whispers, tipping his head back, hitting the side of the shelter. His cock throbs and heat floods his cheeks.

"We're just cooling off, aren't we?" You breathe, leaning in to pepper kisses along his neck.

You slip your fingers under his sweat-soaked vest, feeling the stickiness of the skin there. You inch your fingers a little higher, dragging your nails along the thick hair that trails along his navel. Gently, you push his vest up to his chest and he helps get it off the rest of the way, letting you take in the gorgeous sight of his skin, glistening and flushed. You push yourself against him, your tongue dragging along his sternum to taste the salt there. Mo groans, deep and guttural, as you lap at his nipple. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive bud, your teeth grazing the pebbled flesh. Mo threads his fingers into your hair and bucks his hips. God, he needs more. He reaches down to hook his thumbs into the hem of his sweatpants but you stop him.

"Let me..." You purr, hooking your finger into the elastic of his waistband. You sink to your knees, laying kisses along his chest and down the paler skin of his belly. Oh, he's so soft here, the flesh pliant and yielding under your lips. Mo watches you with baited breath, his heart pounding. The way you've dreamed about this is unreal. You gently suckle at the skin, sinking further and further toward his waistband as you savour every press of your mouth against his body. Mo runs his fingers through your hair, the locks damp and curled from the humidity.

You pull his sweatpants down just enough to expose his boxers, his dick straining against the damp, warm fabric. Slowly, you lean in and drag your tongue along the outline of his huge shaft, from base to tip, tasting the musk of his arousal. Mo bites his lip to keep from crying out. You lave your tongue over his clothed length, swirling the tip around the crown. He braces himself against the wall, pressing his head back, eyes drifting shut. You lick a stripe along his clothed erection, his cock twitching as pre-cum oozes from the slit, seeping into the already-damp fabric. Mo groans and you can't take it anymore; you need him.

Hooking your fingers under the elastic, you gently tug his sweatpants and boxers down, his thick, hard cock springing free. Your breath catches in your throat. God, he's huge; thick, veiny and the crown is flushed and slick with pre. You glance up at him before taking the head into your mouth, rolling the tip of your tongue along the weeping slit, lapping up the salty-sweet fluid. You take his full, heavy balls in your palm, squeezing them, rolling them gently. Mo gasps and threads his fingers into your hair again, bucking his hips slightly. You take him deeper into your mouth, his huge girth prying open your jaw. The weight of his dick is divine; heavy on your tongue, your cheeks hollow. Mo tips his head back, his heart racing.

"Fuck, that's— You're so— H-Hahh... Your mouth, it's— Ohhh..." He moans desperately, his voice low and husky. You take him down, inch by inch, and he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, one large, strong hand resting on the back of your head. There's so much of him and he easily hits the back of your throat and you still have two thirds of his cock left to take. You try your best to relax your throat, your gag reflex fluttering as you work your way down, deeper, deeper... Mo gasps and moans and his legs barely support him. You swallow around his thick shaft, tears welling in your eyes, your throat tightening. Mo grits his teeth and forces himself to stay quiet. Linda could walk out any moment and he really doesn't want to get caught. But, fuck, your throat's so tight and hot and wet and— He chokes on a groan, biting his lip. You huff out a determined breath before trying to take him down again. You get close — so close — to taking him all the way in but choke when his crown hits the back of your throat again. Mo threads his fingers into your hair and gently coaxes you off his cock, strings of saliva hanging from your pink, swollen lips.

"Shit, y... You okay?" Mo pants. You nod and wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"Fine... Just— Y'know, not used to such a big...y'know." You say sheepishly and his cheeks flush. "Might need your help." His brows quirk in confusion. You flush, realising you'll have to explain. "If you...grab my head, keep me still, you can just...fuck my throat." Mo inhales sharply and his cock throbs. Fuck, he wants that. He wants that so fucking bad.

"You sure?" He asks and you nod.

"Please."

You sit back on your toes and Mo gently takes your head in his hands, lining his cock up with your mouth. He presses the leaking, flushed crown to your lips and you part them, letting Mo ease into your mouth. The tip hits the back of your throat again and his breath catches. Gently, he rolls his hips, his cock sliding into your throat with a slight push. You moan and his hips stutter. God, your mouth is so hot and slick and your throat is so tight. Again, there's just so much of him... He slides in deeper and deeper and it just doesn't seem to stop. But you're determined. You gag and he goes to pull away but you grab onto his thighs, pulling him to you, a silent plea for him to keep going. Mo swallows thickly and rocks his hips slowly, your throat stretching, opening up to accommodate his huge girth.

Finally, you take him all the way, your nose pressed into the thick curls at the base. Mo's breath leaves him and he's struggling to stay standing. You swallow around him and he hears it. Mo groans and finally lets himself go; his inhibitions, his self-restraint... He grips your head a little tighter and pulls his hips back before thrusting forward, his cock sliding in easily from the slick of your spit. Mo starts a slow pace, the thick, veiny shaft gliding along your throat. Tears prick your eyes but you don't care. The way Mo loses himself, his lips parted, eyes drifting shut, brows knit, cheeks flushed; he's gorgeous and the sounds he makes are sinful.

You can feel yourself running low on oxygen, growing woozy from the lack of air and the heady, musky scent. Your vision's going dark but, fuck it, you couldn't care less. Mo picks up the pace, his thrusts growing harder, rougher, and you can hear him getting close; his breath coming quick, his moans rising in pitch, the grip on your head getting tighter. Your chest's starting to burn and it's only a matter of time before you pass out. God, he's so close... You can feel him twitching, hear him panting, taste the pre-cum oozing down your throat. Mo's thighs are trembling and you need him to cum. You swallow around his throbbing, thick shaft and that's it...

Suddenly, Mo slams his hips against your face and a choked cry falls from his lips. His cock throbs and he spills straight into your stomach, thick ropes painting your throat. Mo holds you perfectly still, the head buried so deep. Your chest's on fire now and your body starts to go slack. Mo rides out his high, his cock pulsing, twitching, filling your belly. He doesn't stop, pumping more and more into, emptying his balls down your throat. Fuck, there's just so much... Finally, he eases you off his softening shaft, strings of saliva hanging from the flushed, slick crown. Mo sinks to his knees and cups your face. Your head's spinning and you're gasping for air.

"Hey— Hey, you okay?" Mo asks softly. It takes a few moments but you nod. Your eyes are unfocused, glazed over, and you're wheezing, desperate for air. "Hey. Hey, hey, c'mon, look at me." Mo says, his voice shaky. You take a few deep breaths and blink a few times, getting your bearings.

"Y-Yeah..." You rasp, wiping the tears and drool from your face. "That was... That was perfect..." Mo chuckles softly and sighs, relief washing over him. When you glance down, he's still hard, a mix of drool and cum dripping in viscous globs from his dick. You lick your lips and Mo notices, heat flooding his cheeks.

"Sorry, I— Umm... Sorry." Mo says sheepishly.

"Don't apologise." You reply. "You're still—"

"It'll go away."

"Or..." You purr, pulling one of his large, warm hands to the crotch of your soaked shorts, feeling the warmth of the flesh there. "... We could take care of it." Mo's eyes widen slightly. He really shouldn't...but he caves easily, especially when you rock your hips against his palm and whine. Mo swallows thickly and cups you properly, his fingers curling between your thighs. God, you're so warm and he can feel everything; the soft mound, the dampness of the fabric, the throbbing of your flesh. He needs you. And he needs you now.

Mo hooks his fingers into your waistband and rips your shorts and boxers in one swift motion. You gasp, watching the fabric fall away, revealing the soft swell of your mound, your thick, glistening cunt. Heat floods Mo's cheeks and his dick throbs, ready to go again. Fuck, you're gorgeous; the thick hair, the slippery sheen of slick, the way your hole gapes. Mo spreads your lips slowly, the thick digits gently rubbing along the flesh. He nearly cums on the spot...

Mo pushes you back on the grass, watching your body splay out, your skin gleaming with sweat and tears and cum. Softly, he parts your thighs, pinning them to the grass, as he reaches for his cock. There's a beat of silence, where he drinks in the sight of you and vice versa. You lay on the lawn beside the shelter; sweaty, spread out, ready to be fucked. Anyone could pull up to the gate or Linda could walk out but you couldn't care less. Mo is kneeling over you — eyes wide, lips parted — looking like, if he doesn't fuck you now, he's going to lose it. And who are you to stop him?

He slides the swollen head of his cock along the folds of your cunt, coating himself in your slick. Mo lines up his crown with your hole and ever so gently starts pushing in. There's resistance; you're not used to something so big, after all. God, you're so warm and slick and tight and— His thighs are already shaking and, God, is it a struggle just to keep himself together. Mo glances up at you for reassurance. You're breathless and your brows are knit, sweat trickling along the curve of your forehead. The stretch is heavenly and you get lost in the pleasure of it all until, suddenly, he leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, hot breath fanning across your face.

"Please..." Mo breathes and, fuck, you've never heard anything so gorgeous.

"Fuck me, Mo... I...I want you..." You pant and he doesn't hold back. Slowly, he bottoms out, his crown brushing against your cervix, the thick shaft stretching you open. You gasp and your breath catches. Mo can't help but groan; your cunt's so wet and hot and tight and he can't stop himself. Your body is so wet and soft and warm and— Mo presses his lips to yours, muffling his moans, his thick facial hair brushing against your skin. You throw your arms around his broad shoulders, raking your fingers down the back of his neck. Mo starts a slow pace, his huge, thick girth dragging along your walls, his crown kissing your cervix perfectly.

He's perfect; stretching you open, making you his, and you love it. You buck your hips and, God, does that drive him crazy. Mo snaps his hips, burying himself in quick, rough thrusts. You tip your head back, breaking the kiss and a choked cry falls from your lips. Mo ducks his head to pepper worshipping, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, the thick curls of his moustache brushing against the sensitive skin there. "Fuck, Mo— Hahh... Oh, God— You're— F-Fuck... So good..." You moan, threading your fingers into his hair. Mo speeds up, his thrusts rough and hard and his crown keeps hitting the entrance to your womb. The sound of skin on skin fills the yard, the heat stifling, the both of you soaked in sweat, rutting and fucking like animals under the hot sun.

Mo can feel the heat building in the pit of his stomach again, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You feel so good wrapped around him, moaning in his ear, pulling his hair... Mo groans and nips your shoulder, laving his tongue over the bite. God, he needs more; more of you, your taste, your smell, the softness of your body, the warmth of your cunt... You roll your hips to meet his thrusts and his hips stutter as he chokes back a low groan.

Suddenly, his huge girth throbs and he spills straight into you, thick shots of cum painting your insides. Mo gasps and grits his teeth, burying himself deep as he cums. Your muscles flutter around him and, fuck, it's so hot and slick and— You whine, heat flooding your skin and the pit of your stomach as you cum. God, his spend is so thick and hot and there's just so much of it. Mo pumps shot after shot into you, filling you up, breeding you, marking you as his... You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him deep, as cum oozes from your overstuffed hole. He's panting in your ear, nuzzling against your neck softly, as his thrusts slow. Mo presses lazy kisses along your skin, lapping at the sweat pooling in the hollow of your throat.

"Fuck..." You whisper and Mo lets out a heavy sigh, humming in approval. Slowly, he rolls his hips, milking his spent cock as your body aches around him...

As you start to come down from the high, Mo sits up, kneeling between your outstretched thighs as cum oozes and bubbles from your hole, leaking out onto the lawn. Mo watches you laying sprawled out, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes drifting shut, your chest heaving. God, he did that... A wave of pride washes over him.

"You okay...?" He asks softly, brushing his knuckles along your inner thigh, watching you twitch.

"Better than okay..." You breathe and Mo chuckles softly.

Suddenly, Linda steps out from the shelter, throwing a towel to cover you up. Mo scrambles to get back into his clothes but you're just too blissed out to move.

"You two's done out here?" Linda asks and Mo flushes, his cheeks burning.

"Umm... Yeah." You reply lazily and Linda scoffs.

"Next time, at least try to keep it inside."

"S-Sorry." Mo breathes. Linda sighs and shakes her head.

"C'mon, help him clean up." She gestures to you and Mo quickly gets dressed before picking you up to take you inside. "There's some spare clothes in my locker." She sounds angry but there's a fondness in her gaze that she fails to hide. Maybe the two of you can finally get some more work done, now you're not pining over each other. Mo carries you inside and Linda smiles to herself. Guess it was about time you got together.

#character: mo lundy #source: the free world #misc: chariot writes #type: reader #misc: boydtober 2023

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