#this took longer than i expected whoops oh well

[moni-logues]

Practice

Pairing: Namjoon x f. reader

Genre: pwp, smut, established relationship

Summary: Namjoon has a baby niece and it gives you both baby-making thots. Time to get some practice in.

Word count: 2k

Content: unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control); oral sex (f. receiving), lil bit of biting

A/N: I think this was a request? Pretty sure because I don't tend to have baby-making thoughts lmaooo not even for Joon 😂 this has been moderately edited but please forgive any typos lmao I've been belting out ballads as I've been writing whoops

You stared, transfixed, at the tiny, precious bundle in your arms as she yawned widely and shut her eyes. You lowered your head to give hers a big sniff. Who knew what that smell really was? A scent that all brand-new babies shared and no one had yet bottled. Intoxicating. 

“God, smell her, Joonie. Isn’t it the best?”  

Namjoon did as you instructed and grinned. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.” 

You gently leant back and Joon scooted closer, resting his chin on your shoulder, both staring down at the tiny human in your arms. She was brand new – brand new! not even a week old! – and utterly perfect: enormous dark eyes framed by the thickest, darkest lashes you’d ever seen; podgy little thighs and miniscule fingers curled into the softest little fist. It almost brought you to tears. You couldn’t believe how perfect she was.  

You had hoped that his sister bringing new life into the world would have distracted his family from asking you and Joon when you would get your act together and marry… In a way, it had: they just started asking when you would be having kids. His sister and her husband hadn’t been together that much longer than the two of you had, but had somehow made it down the aisle and into the maternity ward already. You and Joon had talked about having kids ‘sometime’, ‘in the future’, ‘when we’re ready’. You had to admit this was accelerating those timelines. You couldn’t help but think about what your baby might look like, what Joon would be like as a dad, what you’d be like as a mum. Your heart clenched at the thought. 

* 

“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Joon says as you enter your apartment later that evening, kicking off his boots and shedding his puffer coat. “I don’t feel old enough! I’m not grown-up enough to have a niece!” 

“Get used to it, old man! This is just the start!” You laughed as you took off your scarf, gloves and hat. “Wasn’t she perfect?” 

Namjoon wrapped you in his arms and kissed you lightly. You shivered, maybe from the change in temperature from the cold outside. Maybe.  

“She was pretty perfect, but I reckon our babies will be better.”  

He kissed you again. 

“Oh, our babies, eh? Tell me about them.” 

“I think we’ll have three,” he began as he kissed your neck. “Two boys and a girl, boy first. Close together in age so they can be close. Obviously, they’ll have your eyes-” 

“And your brain.” 

“And your heart.” 

He tightened his grip on you and kissed you deeper. 

“And when are we expecting these kids to come along?” 

He pretended to think about it for a moment. 

“Well, the first one probably in about nine months’ time, what do you say?” 

He grinned at you and you laughed. 

“Wow, one niece and that’s all it takes? Have you thought this through?” 

“Ah, we can practise, can’t we? It does make perfect, after all.” 

“You’ve got a point.” 

Namjoon swiped an arm over the sideboard, shifting keys and bags and wallets onto the floor, and then he lifted you onto it, kissing your shoulder and your neck and your jaw. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from him, hadn’t thought that he’d be the one needy and desperate after an hour in a baby’s company, but you weren’t complaining. Far from.  

You grabbed his hair to pull his face to yours and you kissed him hard, taking his bottom lip in your teeth. His hands found their way under your jacket, under your jumper, and he ran a thumb over your nipple, cupping your breast as his tongue tangled with yours. You were quick to pull Namjoon’s hoodie off and quicker to be frustrated by layer after layer of warm clothes. You were burning up all over, the cold outside a long-forgotten memory now. All you could feel was the heat, on your skin, in your core, between your body and his. You were simmering, the flame growing taller, licking across your hips, down your thighs.  

Namjoon shiver, finally naked from the waist up, and you kissed the goosebumps rising all over his flesh.  

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” he laughed. 

“What? You mean you don’t want to have sex right by our front door? I mean, I guess we can go to the bedroom, if you really want, if-” 

He silenced you with a kiss and picked you up. You kissed his face all over and bit down on the soft flesh of his earlobe as he carried you to the bedroom. When he let you down, you discarded your remaining close with as much haste as you could muster. The sight of his naked body would never get old for you: his strong, thick thighs; perfectly defined V-line; the little happy trail of hair leading to his belly button; his soft, smooth skin; his stiff cock, hot in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around it and pumped.  

He grabbed you by the back of the neck and brought your face close to his.  

“You know they say you’re more likely to conceive if you have at least one orgasm,” he whispered to you. You chuckled. 

“I don’t think we’ll have any problems there, will we?” 

Namjoon pushed you onto the bed and leant down from above you. The dark lust in his eyes lightened for a second as he looked at you and he kissed you gently on the lips. 

“I love you, really; I love you.”  

“I love you, too.” 

You kissed him once and then again and then again, each a little less soft than the one before. Because you loved him, because he loved you, because you were so sickly sweet, gooey and soft for each other, but you were also needy now, thirsty, hungry for him. Love was all well and good but you wanted to be fucked. 

“Now are you going to make me come or what?” 

He laughed and playfully tapped your cheek before offering you a cheeky salute.  

“Yes, ma’am.” 

He kissed your collar bone as his fingers found your clit. He kissed your breasts as his fingers slipped and curled inside you and his thumb rubbed your swollen bud. His kisses trailed down your stomach and his tongue replaced his thumb against you; he sucked hard as his fingers thrummed and you let yourself go to him, melted into the mattress, limbs heavy and hot.  

“Fuck,” you breathed, moaning as his tongue flicked back and across. It surprised you still, every time, how quickly he could turn you to jelly, how easily he could get you off. He knew your every move, every gesture, every twitch, every flush of your skin, every different, little noise you let slip as he worked you over. Practice, he’d said. As if he needed it. 

Namjoon removed his fingers briefly and ran his tongue across your entrance. Taking one of your lips in his mouth, he bit lightly and you squirmed. 

“Harder,” you panted and you could feel him grin against you. He clamped his teeth harder and his fingers returned to your clit, rubbing your arousal all over, making a mess of you. He trapped it tightly between two fingers and rolled them back and forth. He bit the soft flesh of your inner thigh and hot skin of your mound; he kissed the crease of your hips and pushed your legs open wider. All the while, you could feel the pressure build inside you, you walls spasming and clenching as you neared your climax. You gripped the bedsheets tight as you moaned, pulling hard as the waves rolled through your body.  

Namjoon’s mouth was back on your clit, sucking and licking; his fingers back inside you, hooking and curling against you. He held you down as you bucked beneath him, crying out as pleasure overwhelmed you. He didn’t stop, didn’t falter, didn’t stutter as you came all over him, gushing over his hand, clenching his fingers inside you. Unable to utter a coherent string of words, you tapped him on the head for relief. He came up for air, mouth shiny and sticky, and lay a line of sloppy kisses across your stomach and your breasts and your chest.  

You pulled his face to yours and kissed him, tasting yourself all over his lips and his tongue.  

“Ok,” you said, breathlessly. “Orgasm, check. Time to pretend to make a baby?” 

He chuckled, the noise rumbling deep in his chest and kissed you again. He seemed in no rush, but you had never had the patience. You reached between you to take him in your hand again; his tip was slick with pre-cum and your thighs trembled in anticipation of him inside you.  

“Imagine, though,” you whispered as he guided himself towards your waiting wings. “If we had a baby-”.  

You gasped as he pushed himself inside you, your eyes fluttering shut, your cunt fluttering around him. 

“Babe,” he said, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes looking deep into yours when you opened them. He rolled his hips. “Our baby is going to be the best baby there’s ever been.” 

You nodded and let your eyes roll back, feeling every contour of him against your tight slip. A baby. Namjoon’s baby. Couldn’t be anything but the best. 

“Best baby ever,” you agreed, breathless and whiny. “’Cause you’re the best.”  

Namjoon nipped at your earlobe. 

“No, ’cause we’re the best.” 

“I love you.” The words barely audible as your breath escaped in shallow bursts. “I love you, I love you.”  

He lay so close on top of you that your torsos met as he thrust harder and harder, his breath becoming laboured, his groans louder. You whined quietly in his ear and tugged at his hair; you wrapped your legs around him and the two of you moaned in unison when he hit deeper inside you. He lifted himself up on to his hands, looking down at you with half-closed eyes. He wanted to come on your tits, spray himself over your chest and mark you as his own, his and only his, but then he thought about coming inside you, making a baby – even a pretend one – and he felt all his muscles twitch. You were on birth control so it wasn’t as if this was the first time he’d ever come inside you, but it felt different this time. He felt closer to you. He felt like this meant something different. This was something you had done dozens, even hundreds of times, but it was different this time.  

“Fuck,” he growled, feeling close to the edge.  

He thrust faster, breathing hard, looking down at you: your messy hair, hand over your eyes, mouth agape, your smooth skin and kiss-swollen lips, the mole on your left breast, the tiny scar by your hairline. As the blood roared in his ears, he felt his heart clench, not knowing how it was possible to love one person quite this much. With a sudden shudder, he came, shooting his hot seed inside you, his muscles tight, his jaw clenched.  

He fell on top of you, still inside you. You both lay still for a moment, no sound in the air but your breathing, no sound in your ears but the thumping of your heart. You felt hot inside and out, tingling with pleasure and relief.  

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing your hand to his lips. With your legs still wrapped tight, you wrapped your arms around him too and kissed his forehead. 

“I love you, too, Joonie.”  

“That was-…” 

“Yeah.” 

You patted just above where your uterus rested. 

“See you in nine months, mate!” 

Namjoon laughed and you felt it in your own chest.  

“Maybe next time, it shouldn’t be just for practice.”  

He looked at you searchingly. Your heart flipped.  

“You want to have a baby with me for real, Joon?” 

“I want to have everything with you.”  

You shuffled beneath him, bringing your faces closer.  

“Ok,” you whispered, your faces so close that your lips touched his as you spoke. “I’ll make an appointment and get my IUD removed.”  

Namjoon nodded. 

“But does next time have to wait ’til then? ’Cause I’d really like to practise some more.”  

Namjoon grinned. 

“Well, it does make perfect.” 

#namjoon x reader #bts x reader #namjoon fic #namjoon smut #bts smut #bts fic #mmm repost

[hertzwritings]

You spin me right round (baby, right round)

A/N: Am I alive? Physically, yes. Am I okay? Probably not. Did I miss all of you guys and writing? YES. Honestly, it’s been weird not writing and keeping in contact with all of you, but I’m trying to get back to it – and that brings us to here. Also, I’ve been listening to Sleep Token on repeat, so I’m feeling things.

I don’t have a set schedule right now, mostly because I have no idea if I’ll be posting regularly or just on a whim, but for now, I’m just getting back in the groove of things!

Your comments, likes, reblogs mean the world to me and would definitely help me stay on it, so if you’ve got anything to say, say it, my loves.

Remember English isn’t my first language, so if there’s errors in grammar or language, try to overlook it. Love you all!

Also, please be gentle wit me on my first day back – it’s like being nervous to start a new school, really.

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Pairing: NotFamous!Henry Cavill x female reader

Warnings: Language, dorks being dorks, meet cute, strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, smut (18+, minors DNI), dirty talk, slightly dom/sub, spanking, p in v, tongue on v, blowjobs, slight Msub to Mdom, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, petnames

Wordcount: 4633 (whoops)

You spin me right round (baby, right round)

  Laundry day. Probably the worst of days, especially considering the hefty trek from your 5th floor apartment to the basement, which would be bad enough in and of itself, but carrying the massive load of laundry down without a functioning elevator without spilling half of your delicates did seem like an almost impossible task.

At any rate, you were going to do it, and you were going to be a strong, independent woman, who could definitely carry it down and back up again without dropping a thong or three (like last time, where Pete from 5D was lurking).

You heaved the blue IKEA-bag higher on your shoulder, silently cursing yourself for not actually doing the damned laundry more than you did, and began the descent into the musty basement, your trusty laundry-tokens jangling in your pocket of the loose shorts, you were wearing.

It took longer than you’d like to admit, and you almost did drop the entire bag down a flight of stairs, but you made it and with a loud grunt, you pushed the door to the basement and laundry-room open, almost stumbling inside.

“Oh.” You locked eyes with a very handsome stranger, who looked up from the only dryer, hands still buried pretty deeply in there. “Oh, you need this one?” He asked politely, and that voice – smooth velvet, mixed with a deep rumble that settled nicely in your chest and between your legs. The accent didn’t help at all with how attractive you found him, either, and you shifted your weight slightly. Fuck.   “I-I… I’m… Not right…” You squeaked, silently cursing yourself for wearing your gray, tattered t-shirt with a faded logo on it, that definitely did not do anything nicely for your shape. You cleared your throat. “No, I’m sorry, no. I’m still in the early laundry-stages.” You said with a smile, and immediately wanted to die. Laundry stages?? He grinned, a fanged tooth catching his lower lip. “Alright. New to the building?” He asked, casually loading a basket with his clothes.

  “Sort of. More of a recluse, that have been living here for a month, and just never do laundry at normal people-times.” He chuckled and stood up to his full height. He was an impressive man, easily towering a head and a half above you, and he looked enormous. Muscles rolled under his perfect skin on his arms, and you couldn’t help your brain going in all other directions than polite talk with a neighbor. “Well, nice to meet you, recluse. I’m Henry.” He balanced the basket on his hip (a beautiful move, if you were honest) and extended his hand, which you cautiously shook. “I’m Y/N.” You said with a small smile. His hand was warm and the grasp was firmer than you had expected, small callouses on the tips of his fingers that graced the inside of your wrist deliciously. Fuckedy fuck. “Y/N. Good name.” He winked at you. “Oh, don’t use the second washing machine…” He pointed to the washer with a bright red 2 painted on it. “Stinky Pete from 5D used it, and I don’t want to imagine what on earth he washed, but it still smells vaguely like rot.” He winked at you. “Bye, Recluse Y/N!” And with that he left, leaving you slightly shellshocked and a scent trail of hazel and wood behind.

It went on like that for a few weeks; you showed up, he was already there in various states of undress (once you even came face to face with him in just boxers, because he had spilled what appeared to be red wine everywhere) and you exchanged pleasantries before leaving the basement and going back to your apartment, sighing deeply over the fact, that you never actually talked to the handsome stranger.

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 A while later, a little past midnight, you were back at it (still no working elevator) and found yourself face to face with the very handsome British man, who this time was wearing fucking gray sweatpants and a tank top, that definitely didn’t leave anything to the imagination. You could see every single muscle underneath the shirt as he loaded the laundry.

“Ah, look who’s back!” he grinned at you. “I saved the best washer for you, but don’t tell Mrs. Selton on the fourth. She can’t know I play favorites, or I’ll never get cookies again.” You laughed. “Alright, your secret’s safe with me, sir.” You said and stood next to him, before starting to load the washer. He tried to say something, but almost bit his tongue and groaned at the sensation. “Are you always this smooth?” You asked, laughing slightly, as he began coughing. “Inhaled… Spit…” He coughed again. When he was finally breathing normally, he raised an eyebrow at you. “I’ll have you know, this is in no way an indication of how I handle normal interactions with people. It’s late, and I’m slightly flustered.” He said with a small smirk.

“Mhm.” You nodded, while mindlessly stuffing your washer. “Sure, I’ll believe you.” “Hey, you don’t know me.” He said, leaning against the dryer and crossed his arms. “Maybe you know my name, and probably the color and general state of my underwear, but you don’t know me.” “I never said anything.” You grinned and closed the lid on the washer. “Wait, that’s not even close to full.” He tsked at you and opened it again. “You have to really stuff it in there, or you’ll be down here until morning.” “Excuse you, can you get your hands off of my laundry, you weirdo.” You slapped his hand away. “Maybe I don’t want my clothes overly wrinkled, have you considered that?” You asked. “Pfft. That’s the charm of communal laundry. It’ll always smell a little like other people and it will be wrinkled.” You guffawed. “Sure thing, Henry. Any plans for tonight?” you asked, mindlessly pouring detergent into the container. He looked at you with his head tilted slightly, a few stray curls bouncing onto his forehead. Goddamnit, it should be illegal to look like that when doing laundry. “Eh, not really. It’s Sunday, Sundays are for me and my boy.” You raised an eyebrow. “Your boy, huh?” “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I am indeed a parent. I have a child.” He said proudly, leaning over you to press the on-button for you. You jumped onto the counter behind you and sat down on it, insistingly ignoring the creaking of the wood beneath your butt. That’s an insecurity for another day. “Really?” He nodded. “Would your boy happen to be a giant dog?” he frowned. “How the hell did you know that?” You pointed to the unwashed load of laundry, where a suspicious amount of hair had settled on pretty much everything. “Why are you pointing at my... Yeah, well, that is a lot of hair…” He looked back at you with a furrowed brow. “Why are you even looking down there? My laundry should be sacred!” He said teasingly, covering the basket with his arm. “Well… That’s… Uhm… Anyway.” You laughed. “Are you just down here for fun, or did you wait for me?” You asked with a grin. He shrugged. “Oooor… Did you wait for me down here, because we’re the only people in this building that are somewhat close in age, and you are trying to befriend me, which is why you’ve hidden a bottle of wine in your laundry?” “Stop making assumptions that are astutely accurate, it’ll turn weird soon.” He groaned, and – as you thought – pulled a bottle of rosé out of his laundry. “I’m not astutely accurate, I didn’t know it was rosé.” You grinned. He laughed lightly and cocked an eyebrow. “To be fair, it’s mostly because I have nothing to do, and I have a feeling you never celebrated moving here. So…” He opened the bottle with a swift move and pulled two red solo cups out of the basket. “Drink?” You laughed.

“Love to.”  

 “Okay, come on, why on earth are you keeping these?” He asked, holding a very old thong between his fingers. “Shut up, and stop fondling my underwear, you freak!” you quickly grabbed it from him with a laugh. The bottle had been emptied, and a new one had been brought down and for some reason, in your tipsy mind, it was a great idea helping each other folding each other’s clothes while you were waiting on the load that was currently spinning in the dryer. “I’ll have you know, some clothes are sentimental!” You said, throwing the thong into your blue IKEA-bag. He snickered. “How on earth is tattered and holed thongs sentimental? Besides, to be quite frank, at this point it’s just… Like… A string.” He laughed. “You’re the one to talk! You threw a pair of his socks at him. “I have never seen so many pairs of boxers with holes in them!” He shrugged. “I call it the surprise.” You frowned. “The surprise?” “The surprise.” He moved closer to you, and every single hair on your body stood up, while your breath hitched. He whispered into your ear, closely enough for you to feel his lips touch your earlobe. “If I’m feeling very saucy, I’ll simply rip them off and yell surprise!.” He said and laughed, sending vibrations through your entire body. “Ah, why of course. That’s a totally normal thing to do.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes a little darker than usual. “As opposed to being sentimentally attached to a thong?” he asked, his arms caging you in – it wasn’t an unpleasant experience, but it did make your thighs shake a little. His scent enveloped you completely and made it almost impossible to think. “Many tings are sentimental. Underwear, stuff…” You answered lamely. He laughed, a low rumble in his chest and cocked an eyebrow at you. When did his face get so close? “Ah, of course. Stuff and thongs. Nothing better than relieving the good, old days of… Black thongs?” He said softly, his breath fanning over your face. It was intoxicating. “Right. Besides, you have no right to judge me when your underwear looks like it could’ve been made during World War two.” You retorted, shifting slightly in place. He chuckled. “Well… Maybe I have to get new ones, then.”

His lips were so, so close to yours, all it would take was just a little nudge and you would be connected. He was intoxicating as he had you caged, muscles rolling in his arms, his scent of wood and something inherently Henry fully filled your brain, and you almost moved your head, but the sound of the dryer going off pulled both of you out of whatever that was.

“Second load done, one more to go!” He said a little breathlessly and pushed himself away from you – you let out a breath, you didn’t know you were holding and jumped down from the counter. “Great.” You whispered, bending down to grab whatever was in there – you would’ve just kept going, if it wasn’t for the small groan that sounded behind you. You turned your head around and caught Henry looking at your ass. “Excuse you.” You smirked. He cleared his throat. “Were you just looking at my ass, Henry from 4C?” “Uhm… No, I… I-” He groaned. “Fine, I was, but you can’t blame me! You’re bending down like that, and you’re wearing those fucking shorts… I can’t help it, you’re fucking gorgeous, darling.” You shivered. “Oh.” A thick silence fell between you, and you slowly stood up, laundry be damned. “Yeah, well… It’s an unfair advantage, I really tried to be proper and all that, but... Jesus Christ, Y/N.” he groaned again and closed his eyes – the small twitch in his gray sweatpants did not go unseen by you. “Respectfully, are you wearing anything underneath those sweatpants?” You asked, slightly out of breath while heat and wetness were pooling in your panties by the mere idea. “Maybe, maybe not. Are you wearing anything under that?” He asked, opening his eyes slightly. “No, my sentimental thongs are in the laundry.” Wherever the confidence came from, you had no idea, but his reaction to you was more than enough for you to keep going. You were slightly shaky as you moved a step closer to him. “Y/N…” He whispered. “Henry…” You were chest to chest to him now, his lower back against the counter. It was slightly exhilarating to have the control, especially over such a big man as Henry. “Henry…” You whispered his name again, and a fucking whimper fell from his lips. Yeah, fuck this.

You pounced – as best as you could, height difference and all – and the moment, he realized what you were doing, his arms wrapped around you and lifted you slightly, so your lips could connect. It was electric. No, not electric, it was like a symphony of colors, feelings and it was like plunging into cool water, when his lips touched yours. You moaned against his lips, and he gasped, letting your tongue glide against his. Deepening the kiss, he straightened up slightly, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist, holding on for dear life. Your lips and tongues slid against each other fervently, a slight groan reverberating from his throat send you over the edge. You bit his lower lip, pulling a soft moan from him, and wrapped your hand in is hair, tugging it slightly. The reaction was better than you could’ve ever imagined. His hands moved from your waist to your ass, squeezing hard, while a mix of moans and your name tumbled from his lips to yours – you could feel his hard length pressing against the sweatpants and your shorts, and you were sure you were leaving wet spots on his pants. “Fuck, Henry…” You mumbled his name, and he turned around to place you on the counter, before going to your throat, kissing and biting. You moaned at the feeling and threw your head back. “Harder.” You moaned, and felt him smile against your skin, before his teeth sunk deeper into your skin, his large hands tightening their grip on your thighs, causing you to roll your hips. “Fucking hell, darling, I can almost taste you from here…” He whispered against you, his hands moving upwards. “Hmm, really?” You moaned, rolling your hips again. “Nobody’s stopping you.” You tugged his hair again for good measure. “No, you’re right about that.” He mumbled, his hands dancing up, up, up, until they reached the waistband of your shorts and gently pulled them down, letting the fabric slide down your legs – you lifted your ass from the counter, allowing them to fully fall off of you, and he groaned at the sight in front of him. “Fuuuck, darling… I can see how fucking wet you are… Can I taste you?” He asked, his darkened eyes finding yours, chest heaving. You cocked an eyebrow. “Ask nicely.” He chuckled, a thick finger gliding along your hip, slowly inching towards your mound. “Please, Y/N, please… Fuck, I need to taste you, please, let me taste you… let me eat you out until you cum on my tongue.” For a seemingly proper British man, he was filthy. “Yes.” He didn’t wait a second before moving down your body, teeth catching both fabric and nipple on his way down, before he stopped, licking his lips, while looking at your exposed, dripping pussy. “Y/N…” He mumbled your name like a prayer, and before you even had the time to breathe, he licked a thick line along your lips, parting them with it. He moaned at the taste and dove in like a man starved. You mewled at the feeling, his tongue moving around your clit, fingers still on your inner thigh, and you could barely hold your upper body up as his tongue dipped inside of you. “Fuck, yes… I want to feel you cum on me, darling…” He mumbled against you, his hips rutting slightly into nothing. “Fingers. Please, fingers.” You managed to moan as his tongue went back to your clit, hardening against it as he began to eat you out with an intensity you’d never experienced before. He obeyed silently, adding two thick fingers into your dripping pussy, curling them upwards. You bit back a scream as they filled you, slowly sliding in and out, hitting your g-spot over and over, while his tongue did magic on your clit; you’d forever be ruined by this man, and he hadn’t even been inside of you yet. “Fuck!” You bit back a scream as he sped up, tongue and fingers working in perfect unison to pull you closer to the edge; he chuckled darkly against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your clit. “Be quiet, little bird, or someone will hear.” He said slowly, taking a small break from your clit. “Fuck off, it’s like three in the mo-or…” You didn’t finish your sentence, as he dove back in, this time with a speed and intensity, that could’ve killed you on a different day. “Shit, I’m gonna…” He moaned as you tightened around his fingers, and he slurped your juices from you, keeping the pace as best he could. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, baby… I want to feel you cum, can you cum for me, please…” He whimpered as your pussy pulled his fingers deeper inside of you, and you shook slightly.

You couldn’t stop it, even if you wanted to. Your orgasm hit you like a fucking train, white spots appearing in your vision, and you felt, more than heard, his moaning as you rode your orgasm out on his face and fingers.

“Fuck, baby, look at you… You squirted for me, didn’t you, darling?” he looked up at you with a devilish smirk on his face, that was shimmering with your cum under the low fluorescent lights. You moaned – his fingers were still going in and out of you. “Now…” he whispered, his voice dangerously low. “You get on your knees, darling.” E stood up and wiped his face gracefully, putting a single finger in his mouth. “You taste fucking amazing.” He grinned at you and stood to his full height, a sense of authority filling the room. “Knees.” He commanded, and who were you to deny that? You slid down from the counter on shaky legs and landed on your knees, looking up at him. “Fuck, darling, you can’t look at me like that, I’ll fucking cum here and now.” He groaned. “Well, where’s the fun in that?” You said while your fingers grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. You almost salivated at the look of it. Thick, throbbing slightly, a thick vein running down the length of it and a drop of precum sparkling under the lights. He was huge. “Well, what are you waiting for, little bird?” he chuckled, before he cut it off with a moan, as your lips wrapped around the tip, and you slid down as far as your jaw and throat allowed you to. He moaned as the tip hit the back of your throat and you choked slightly on it – you were dripping wet, as you began to move back and fort on his length, swallowing as much as you could, reveling in the taste of is precum. He twitched slightly and a choked moan spilled from his lips, as he thrusted forwards. “Fuck, baby… Shit, you’re really... Fuck… Good at this…” He moaned. You smiled around his length and moved faster, hearing the choked moans above, spurring you on. “Fuck, baby, stop, stop, stop… Stop, I’ll cum if you keep going…” You whimpered as he pulled away from you, a line of spit connecting you, and you looked up at him with big eyes. He groaned and held your chin with a large hand. “Good girl. I want to feel you before I cum, darling.” He whispered, gently guiding you up to your feet again by your chin. He kissed you deeply before turning you around, bending you over the counter. “Fuck, this ass… You’re a fucking wonder, baby…” He reveled, a hand falling on your ass. You moaned at the sensation and your hips bucked, exposing yourself more to him. “Oh, look at you, doing so fucking good for me already, aren’t you?” he whispered. You moaned again. “Henry, please…” You whimpered his name and tried to push back to get him inside of you, but he chuckled and held you tightly in place. “No, baby girl, you’re going to stay right there.” He ran a hand down your spine and slapped your ass again, forcing a whimper from you. “Now, you ask nicely, and I’ll fuck you right here, right now.” He said darkly, his hand gently running circles over your ass, sometimes dipping between your legs. You coked on a moan, and barely had the wherewithal to create a coherent sentence. “Please, please, p-please, fuck, Henry, please… Please f-fuck me, I’m begging you-u…” His finger dipped inside of you. “You want to feel my cock slowly slide inside of you, baby?” He asked, dragging his finger in and out painfully slow. You whimpered a broken yes. “Want to feel me dragging against your walls, huh? Want me to fill you, let my cum drip out of you?” You were a shaking mess as another finger was added. “Y-yes…” You felt like crying. It was so good, but so torturous to feel his fingers glide so fucking slowly. “Ah, you can do better than that, darling.” He said, bending over you – you could feel the tip of his cock against your ass, as his mouth found your neck again. “P-please, Henry, please… I want to feel your cock in me, please…” “Mhm… I want to fill you up, darling… I want to watch my thick cock slide in and out of your tight pussy, seeing you take me…” He rambled, fingers moving faster now, and you groaned at his words. “Fuck, y-yes, Henry, I’m b-begging you, please…” you mewled. He withdrew his fingers too quickly for your liking, and he spat on your already soaked pussy, before lining himself up. “You think you can take all of me right now, baby? Let my thick cock go as deep as it can, huh?” He asked, rubbing the tip against your entrance, smearing the wetness around. You nodded, desperate for anything at this point. “No, no, that won’t do, little bird.” He tsked at you and his free hand wrapped around your hair and tugged slightly, arcing your back as your head got pulled back. You moaned loudly. “Mhm, keep the sound down, we’re in a public area, sweetheart.” He said with a small chuckle. “Ask me and mean it.” He ordered, the tip of his throbbing cock so fucking close to glide inside of you. “Fucking fill me, or I swear to god…” you begged, and whatever you wanted to say got lost in your throat, as he slid inside of you swiftly and in one, single thrust, bottomed out.

You shrieked in both pain and pleasure, your legs shaking and if he hadn’t kept a tight grip on your hair and waist, you’d probably collapse. “Oh, good girl, look at you taking all of me… Sit, it looks to fucking good to see my cock in you, baby…” He mumbled. He didn’t move yet, simply allowing you to adjust.  After a few seconds, you rolled your hips to let him know you were good, and he chuckled darkly. “There’s a good, little slut, darling.” His words combined with his voice sent wetness down your thighs as he began moving, slowly at first, before picking up speed. You felt every single twitch inside of you, and he filled you to the brim. You had never been so fucking full before, and you’d never want to stop, if you were honest. He angled himself a little better and pistoned in and out of you; you saw stars and a red-hot burning started in your abdomen seconds before your orgasm hit you; it was blinding and your legs were barely functioning as you came around him, your pussy pulling him deeper, as your thighs got soaked and he moaned. “Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking tight, Y/N… Fuck, I’m not going to last long…” He moaned as you twitched around him and met his thrust, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the otherwise quiet room. “Fucking fill me, please… I want to feel you cum, I’m b-begging you…” you moaned, almost delirious at this point. He roared and bit down on your shoulder, before he picked up speed and began fucking you fiercely, his tick and long cock hitting your cervix slightly. You mewled and another rush of wetness went down your legs, as you neared another orgasm while he whispered praise and encouragements in your ear.

“Look at that fucking… Oh, fuck…” He groaned and thrusted harder than ever, his rhythm becoming irregular. “Look at you taking me so well, darling… You’re doing so good for me, can you cum again?” He licked the spot, he had just bitten. “Can you cum for me again, baby girl? Let me… Fuck… Feel you cum again?”

As if you could deny him.

He clamped a hand over your mouth as you came wit a scream, your pussy tightening and pulsing around his length as he fucked you into oblivion. He roared with pleasure and his hand moved from your waist to your ass, grabbing it harshly before picking up speed and chased his own high. You were shaking, barely coherent as he fucked you relentlessly. “Henry… Fuck, please… Let me feel you cum… Fuck, p-please, I want to feel you fill me, please…” You moaned his name like a prayer, and he growled before his speed stuttered. “Fuck, baby… I’m going to fill you up, you’ll be dripping for days… I’m so fucking deep in your tight pussy…” he mumbled, his hand bruising your ass, wile he pistoned back and forth; he fell silent for half a second, before you felt him swell and twitch slightly. “Tell me you’re mine.” He growled. “Mine.” His cock pounded you relentlessly. “H-henry… Shit, y-yes, yes, I’m yours!” You mewled as he twitched again.

Ropes of his cum painted your insides, and you came with him as you felt the heat of his spend inside of you. Henry growled as you tightened around him again, and he jerked his hips so he was a deep as e could be, whispering praise to you, as you rode out your own orgasm.

 You stayed bent over the creaky counter, sweat dripping form the both of you, his cock still inside of you, for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath.

“Shit, that was…” he whispered, kissing the bitemark on your shoulder gently. You shivered. “Mhmm…” Words did kind of fail you at the moment. He seemed to understand whatever you meant, at any rate, and chuckled gently, before slowly pulling out with a hiss. “Jesus Christ… You’re a fucking wonder, you know that, Y/N?” He asked, the sweetest smile painting his features. You grinned with slightly bruised lips, and pulled your shorts back up. No reason to try and clean up. “Says you.” He bent down and grabbed the black thong, that was more string than fabric at this point, at stuffed it in the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Sentimental value, you know?” You laughed. “Does this mean I get to see your surprise-move?” You asked jokingly. He cocked his eyebrow and a smile spread across his face – he was a goddamn Adonis.

“Well, I do have more wine in my apartment… And a bed…”

“Lead the way.”

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Akatsuki parents? Akatsuki parents.

because I like shoehorning my experiences into my ninja bullshit. Hope y'all enjoy my rambling. : )

Feat. Hidan, Kakuzu, Kisame, Itachi.

Hidan ends up a girl-dad, and a proud one at that, given your daughter is a complete fucking gremlin, just like him. An aggressive toddler that looks like a tiny little sweetheart, with chubby cheeks, gorgeous violet eyes framed by the prettiest eyelashes you'd ever seen, and hair that looks like a carbon copy of your own. Her little smiles are a mixed bag, and you never know whether to expect cute baby affection or chaos that no toddler her size should realistically be capable of bringing into existence.

Nobody expects it when she toddles on up, all tiny, squishy hands and 'awwww, hug?'s, only to turn on a dime and start biting, smacking, or pinching- all while wearing a huge grin that she must have inherited from her dad, or giggling like a squeaky hinge. Babysitters do not last, Hidan finds absolutely nothing more hilarious than seeing another one leave haggard and never pick up jobs from either of you again.

She's a natural climber, knows no fear, and loves nothing more than climbing up onto the back of the couch and waiting. 'Oh no, 'M stuck!' is a goddamn trap. It took a couple pint-sized ambushes, wherein she lunges, catches some serious air, and rams into you or Hidan at full force to learn that lesson. Your natural state becomes STRESSED. Hidan, on the other hand? Constantly entertained. That little girl can do literally no wrong, because, shit, she's just emulating her dad, obviously.

If it's possible for a toddler to be sarcastic, she is, and it's only ever when she's using her manners. One tiny little eyebrow cocked, a crooked smile and cooed, 'Oh, nooo. So-orry!' Hidan has literally cried from laughing so hard, until she turned it on him. One big, angry bitemark on his forearm later, and those tittering giggles and 'Uh-oh, you o'tay? Uh-oh!' felt just a little more irritating than when they were directed towards you. He's even less impressed when you're laughing right alongside your little devil-child.

Older kids tried, once, to pick on the little girl who laughed too loud and played too hard. Unfortunately for them, she's always had a set of lungs and knew damn well how to use them. One blood-chilling shriek- not because she's hurt, but because she knew he'd hear, and haha, there's dad. Big, fat crocodile tears, a quivering pout and squeaky, 'Oh, no!' and it was game on.

Hidan doesn't give a fuck how old a snot-nosed shithead might be, his bullying is indiscriminate and he's had far longer to refine his insults than they have. She's rarely bullied, because word spreads and it's hard for a kid to bounce back from such heated and targeted shit-talk, even harder to bounce back when they watch some whooping, laughing maniac beat the shit out of their dad for trying to step in. You were only slightly surprised, and a little concerned when your little gremlin laughed and squealed over the playground dad on dad beatdown.

Deidara drops by from time to time, and he seems to have as much fun wrangling your tiny little hellion as Hidan does. He doesn't mind the fact that she can be aggressively playful, and takes absolute delight in the way her eyes go wide and shine with awe when he shows off his art. She's fascinated by his hair, and you find some remarkable moments of quiet and peace when she's perched on the couch with him on the floor, her chubby fingers toying with and carding through the golden mane that's somehow smoother and shinier than silk. If he minds the fact that she essentially pets him like a cat, he certainly doesn't mention it. 'Awww! So sof', so sof'.' Between Deidara and Hidan's high energy capacity for mischief, his visits always end up with your daughter properly knackered, and mercifully tame for the rest of the day.

Kakuzu didn't want kids the same way a dad doesn't want the dog his kids inevitably end up bringing home. You two ended up with a daughter, and at some point, somehow, someway, he became begrudgingly attached and takes over everything surrounding that little baby. Maybe it was the fact that when he looks into her eyes, he sees a soft, sweet mirror of his own, moss-green eyes that haven't yet seen the horrors of the world and the awful things that wait within it. Either way, the most miniscule part of him that can still feel love does, and every ounce of it belongs to her. You have your share, but you know that his daughter put the moon and the stars in his sky again.

Your full-time job becomes raising her, the little lady that sees the world with his eyes and speaks remarkably well for a tiny toddler her age. There's not a snowball's chance in hell that he'd trust some random to watch over his girl. You're just lucky that she's an honest delight to raise, although that might be your own bias talking. Kakuzu does a lot of reading with her, and it's almost comical to see a man like him drawling and grumbling through a ten-paged book about a little pig's wild adventures in kindness.

When Kakuzu's balancing books in the evening and she can't sleep, she always seems to find her way to the kitchen table where the old bounty hunter is pouring over expenses and budgets. Tiny fingers count on an abacus while he counts stacks of green, and when he loses count because she's quietly chatting away to the walls and the table and his ears when they listen, he can't even find it in himself to be upset. Not when those pretty eyes turn their gaze to him and she bids her sweet 'uh oh, sorry papa'. For all his power, he can be weak in those moments that make his heart just a little happier.

Innocent, and unacquainted with the temper that almost defines him as a man, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him. Never had she, nor will she ever bear witness to the ugly, vicious face of his short-fuse and hellfire wrath.

That sweet little girl is spoiled, and that's only because she never seems to ask for anything herself. So polite, for one so small. When little green eyes sparkle because they fell upon a pretty dress, a toy, a book that has her oohing and ahhing, a little cup that has a straw 'oh, wow!' and a cute little pig printed on the plastic 'ohh! a piggy! haha, oink oink!' - who is he to turn his head and leave it at that?

She could ask for the moon, and it would be all he could do to bid a slow, pensive nod and murmured assurance, 'It only sits in the sky for you.'

Hidan is a frequent and uninvited visitor, and while normally you'd find that to be cause for concern it's quickly proven pointless to worry given the fact that if Kakuzu isn't grouching him under control, your daughter has a hilarious talent for putting him in his place. Seeing the zealot sat on your couch, being prodded and chided by a girl less than half his size is certainly a sight to behold; hearing her tut and chastise him in a way she must have learned from her dad for putting his feet on the coffee table, shoes on the couch, or his drink on the side table without a coaster is absolutely hysterical. 'Stains are 'spensive! Feet down!'

Kakuzu's sweet little mini-me: breathes

Kakuzu:

Kisame takes on the dad role like he was born for it, after a small period of adjustment. You two end up having a boy and a girl, and he's practically putty in their little hands. Your boy is huge, had been since he was a baby - which is natural, Hoshigaki kids are just... big, generally. Your girl caught both of you off guard, only because she's so tiny. The sibling dynamic is chaos, but a warm one that always seems to leave Kisame cackling or grinning over something ridiculous those two end up getting into.

Your boy is like a walking clone of his dad, and even as a little boy he's already standing as tall as your ribs. Slate-blue hair as soft as cornsilk, teeth that make you grateful he was never a biter, and little gills bracketing his throat. Soft-spoken, a little shy outside of his parents, and constantly looking to wrestle and play. If you're doing something, he's a guaranteed little helper - he likes to help with cooking when you let him. If his baby sister is getting into trouble, he's either helping her do it to make sure she's safe, or he's the one carrying a kicking, griping toddler to one of you two to handle. Yeah, he's a bit of a narc- but it's always for a good cause. He's a fretful big brother.

Your girl is probably the most precious little baby you'd ever met, and Kisame is quite literally helpless against her doe-eyes and deceptively sweet, cheery little voice. Where her brother is quiet, she is loud; where he's happier to follow the rules and keep out of trouble, she's a born rule-breaker that finds boundaries just to test them. When you stumble upon her in the midst of some suspiciously quiet, pint-sized anarchy, she always manages to look surprised that you ever caught her in the first place. She looks like you, if you were knee-height and sporting tiny little daggers for teeth and gills on your cheekbones. Kisame blames you entirely for her gremlin personality.

Kisame does not discipline unless he needs to, because he feels awful when big, sweet baby eyes look at him with complete betrayal that he dared to tell them no, or stop them from pulling off some kind of crazy baby scheme that would make your hair grey from stress. Quivering pouts or teary eyes and he's gotta tap out.

Babysitters adore your kids when they behave, but Kisame vets any you hire thoroughly because he's more than a little protective of his babes. It's like they're each a half of his heart living outside his body and he honestly struggles to manage the overwhelming love and affection they pump into his veins every day. He could, and gladly would break fingers over something as minute as hurt feelings.

You hold the sole rights to discipline outside the house, too. If either of your ankle-biters act out their mischief in public, and someone tries to step up and throw in their two cents, Kisame's massive silhouette and mean, sawtooth grin are very effective deterrents.

Itachi is a semi-frequent visitor, and both of your children love him fiercely. You're half-convinced that he has some kind of Uchiha magnetism, given the fact that he'd won over not one, but three Hoshigaki by the sheer power of his quiet, soothing presence. Kisame takes great amusement in watching your little lady climb all over the poor man, and your son sidle up beside him with his favourite book to chat his ear off about the adventures that lay within it. Itachi, to his credit, never ever seems to mind the undivided attention of the lively gilled babes.

Kisame, and his pint-sized sidekick: getting into Hoshigaki-brand bullshit

You, with your sweet little chore buddy: > : ( no- one hundred times, no!

Kisame, and his tiny co-maker of mayhem: betrayed, bamboozled, and somehow? positively shocked that you found out

Itachi slips seamlessly into a domestic role, despite how long he'd been absent from one. Childrearing almost seems like his god-given purpose in life once he actually sets himself to it, and the second you two brought home your cooing, burbling baby it was on. He's happy, grateful to stay home and take care of your son, tend to the home and make your transition back to work as smooth of a process as possible.

It's an all-too common scene to come home and find the Uchiha at task in the kitchen, tending to a meal simmering on the stove while your squishy, pudgy-cheeked and sleepy eyed boy perched on his hip with a tenderness that makes your heart hurt. Even as a clumsy little toddler, he's never found very far from his dad. If Itachi is cleaning, there's his little mini-me, trying to help and earning gentle encouragement and a soft, fond smile for his efforts.

Honestly, your little guy is the most well-mannered, well-adjusted, well-spoken toddler you've ever met. He genuinely likes to help, to the point that it sometimes becomes a problem because he's very determined when there's any little problem set out in front of him. At the park, playing with other little babes, he's more concerned with making sure everyone's playing fair and playing safe than he is about actually having any fun himself. He's a bit of a worrywart for someone his age, and half the time it feels like he's the self-appointed tiny guardian of his friend group. Someone trips and skins a knee? 'Are you okay? We can sit down for a little. It's okay.' A born father, is your Itachi.

Who, for a man so reserved and soft-spoken, is hellbent on making sure his son has the most peaceful, memorable childhood he can possibly offer. Not a day is wasted in your household, even a lazy day is an opportunity to make memories and spend some honest, quality time with the people he loves most. You three can cook meals together, with your boy set to work at taste-testing and mixing ingredients under the quiet, watchful eye of his dad. He never wants for encouragement, love, affection, or little things that catch his eye; it would be wrong to call him spoiled, because he isn't, but there is little he wants that he doesn't receive.

Your secondary job is bullying Itachi into taking a day to relax and unwind, because although your son is essentially the perfect child, it's still a lot of work to raise him. Even when you're the primary parent on those days off, he's never far away, and always finding sneaky ways to slip back into dad-mode rather than actually relax. Half the time it takes you putting your son on the job of wrangling his dad just to make the man sit down, crack open a book and let himself just be. That typically entails your little boy gently chiding his father in a way you're certain he learned from the Uchiha himself- and god, it makes your heart melt. 'No, no. Gotta have your tea, it's gonna get cold', 'Sit, sit, sit. Sometimes we need to sit, papa. Gotta rest!'

Kisame loves to visit, he makes that fact no secret. For a man so massive, so intimidating, he handles your boy like glass- as if he's afraid a little rough play might break him. And your son, always as sweet as he is smart, adores the company. His questions know no limits, and he's a clever little babe about getting answers without actually asking questions. 'Can we go swimming? You must swim fast- can you swim under water? I can hold my breath longer than you can.' You once got to watch the boy perched at the end of a dock for half an hour, holding a staring contest with the swordsman who'd been stubbornly sat at the bottom of the lake's shallows for at least half an hour. That thoroughly entertained grin on the swordsman's face when he flared his gills told you he knew what exactly your boy was so curious about when he'd challenged him in the first place.

#kakuzu #hidan #kisame #itachi #naruto scenarios #naruto imagines #kakuzu x reader #kisame x reader #hidan x reader #naruto x reader #itachi x reader #i'm sorry but kakuzu as a dad specifically is my favourite #kisame as a dad and/or an uncle is ALSO my favourite i can't help it #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #kisame hates hiring babysitters and has no shame in offering to call itachi - you try to persuade him not to because itachi's a busy guy #kisame doesn't even have the courtesy to look sheepish when he tells you he'd already called him over to watch the kids for the night #'he's practically their uncle- sweetheart he LIKES watching 'em. it's fine! it's really fine!' #househusband itachi who brings his son along when it's time to go babysit the hoshigaki babes #'is it really work if it's essentially a playdate?' 'yes - and i'd like to pay for the trouble' 'you consider your children trouble?' #'...shut up and TAKE my MONEY PLEASE'

[folkloresthings]

Hi love! Congrats on 1k

Can i request PRIDE AND PREJUDICE - with Lando and Meddle About by Chase Atlantic? Thank you!

MEDDLE ABOUT. ❨ lando norris x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: some smut whoops. this was also much sadder than i meant it to be

the alcohol in your veins was buzzing when you first laid eyes on lando, but not nearly enough to cloud the notion that he was gorgeous. tunnel vision, through the crowd of drunken club—goes, a magnet pulling one to the other. he was sweaty, forehead glistening from partying too hard, and his sheer white shirt showed up everything you needed to see.

“hi,” he mouthed, the music too loud to actually hear him. a smirk pulled through the word while his eyes raked over your frame. “can i buy you a drink?”

you’d barely gotten two sips of the vodka past your lips before he was kissing you, hot and handsy. pressed against a dark corner of the bar, desperately grabbing at your ass while his tongue poked past your heavy gasps. he was intoxicating, leading you out of the sweaty club in a trance, throwing your address to a taxi driver and continuing his attack on your neck in the backseat.

you hadn’t lived in the city long, so lando had been the first boy to christen your bed, and god did he commit to the sacrament. his hands were gentle but his lips rough, buried between your legs for forty—five minutes, ensuring you had little feeling left in your body by the time he came up for air.

“look at me, baby. wanna see you fall apart,” lando had mumbled against your lips, thrusting long and slow into you. your flesh was sticking to each other, basking in the warmth of your pleasure. your mind was fuzzy when he collapsed next to you, pulling the covers over you both and cradling you close to his naked body.

when the sun rose the next morning, you’d expected to wake to a cold bed. but the heat of him suffocated you just nicely when you roused, kissing your shoulder through the last thin layer of sleep. when you managed the energy to pull yourself off of him, making you both some coffee and breakfast. he’d followed you around the apartment like a lost puppy, sneaking onto your lips at every chance he could get.

“mind if i stick around for a while?” he asked, not giving you any reason. you didn’t press, simply because you didn’t want him to leave.

the city had been lonely since you’d arrived, and it was nice to have someone for company. lando was sweet, funny, and oh so nice. he made it a little too difficult to breathe when he blinked up with those doe eyes, finding himself back between your legs at lunch and dinner.

between soft kisses and searing orgasms, you talked. talked and talked and talked, bearing your heart and souls to each other. the world was locked away outside, giving lando a chance to have a proper conversation with someone for the first time in months. he told you who he was, all about his career, every feeling he’d gone through since the start of the season.

it was three days after meeting in the club that you realised what was happening. you were falling desperately in love with lando norris and how he slotted so perfectly into your little life. he suited your bed, your shower, your old pyjama shirts that were much too big on yourself.

“i was supposed to be in belgium three hours ago,” lando groaned into your couch cushions, pulling a chuckle for you as you settled next to him with a cup of coffee. “don’t wanna go.”

silence falls over you both, the realisation raising his head to meet your gaze. three days of bliss was ending, despite your thinking that it wouldn’t happen if you just ignored it. he was a formula one driver, this couldn’t ever be something serious. just, meddling around for fun. you stared at him, eyes starting to well the longer you took him in.

“hey,” lando cooed, springing up from his slouch to gather your face into his hands. thumbs brush under your eyes, desperate to clear any sadness from your body. it doesn’t work, and only pulls lando’s own emotions to the surface.

“what happens now?” your voice shakes, lip trembling. your hands gripped the hem of his shirt, hoping if you hold on hard enough he won’t slip away.

“i don’t know,” lando whispers, eyes falling to your hands. “i won’t be back in london until christmas. you could come to monaco, though.”

complications tangled you up, building excuses for the truth of your messy situation. a three—night stand, perhaps.

“we’ll see,” lando insists by the front door, when he finally finds the courage to leave you. you look awfully small in a big shirt, looking up at him with eyes that beg him to stay. you want to lock the door and stop him from going anywhere, hold him hostage for a while longer. “wait for me?”

you nod and he kisses you, faintly. too hard and he’ll never leave. you hold onto his hand as long as you can, until he’s too far and disappearing around the corner. you wait for ten minutes, hoping he’d turn back and come running. he doesn’t. three days of having all of him to a minute of having nothing at all.

#🍾 ﹐ becca hits 1k! #🌙 ﹐ drabbles. #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris blurb #lando norris smut #lando norris drabble #lando norris imagine

[levwrites]

Prompt: A henchman saved their boss supervillain's life by taking a seemingly mortal blow that was meant for said boss. I say seemingly because they are rushed by the villain to the medbay. Unfortunately for the henchman, with what they thought was their dying breath, they admitted to their boss they are in love with them. The story starts at the awkward aftermath, the henchman awakening to their boss at their bedside. If it is silly or serious is up to you.

The afterlife feels a lot like lying in a bed with something insistently beeping in the background and something warm and dexterous playing with his hair, pulling at the locks, twirling them around.

Someone's hand is on my head.

The thought is enough to send adrenaline coursing through his system; heart in his throat and eyes flying open he abruptly sits up, trying to get away from the unknown person. Or at least he tries: firm hands on his shoulders keep him down, his struggling useless against superhuman strength.

"Oh no, no." A familiar voice. An equally familiar face swims into focus, grinning down at him. "I knew you would do that."

"What?" Henchmen lets himself be guided back onto the pillows, head pulsing with pain, still dazed from whatever happened to him. "What's- what's going on?"

And then it comes back to him: the fight, the unseen blow that almost took Villain out - if only Henchman hadn't thrown himself in the way. He remembers Villain playing with his hair as he bled out on the ground. He'd been so certain he was going to die there.

A loud groan leaves his chest as he remembers what he said. He covers his eyes, cheeks darkening. "Ah, fuck."

"I'm glad to see your memory still works well," Villain says, their hands still on Henchman's shoulders for some reason, thumbs pressing little circles in his tense muscles. "You're welcome."

Henchman opens one eye to glare at his employer, embarrassment clear in his expression. "For saving my life?" He groans again when Villain nods. "You weren't supposed to do that, why did you do that?"

"You are my favorite." Villain shrugs, and goes right back to petting Henchman's hair. "You know all my recent plans, it would be a mess if I had to replace you." They lean close, their foreheads suddenly leaning together. "And you are my favorite."

His cheeks burning, Henchman swallows and nods once. "I understand." Villain has always been a little... strange, after all. Still, their words leave him feeling better about the whole situation.

"Good." Smiling again, Villains leans back. "Now rest some more. We have work to do later today." They don't take the hand away, neither do they get up like Henchmen expected them to.

Something changed in their relationship. He just has to figure out if it's a good thing, or a complete disaster.

Whoops this took longer than I thought! I was really undecided on the dynamic between the villain and the henchman, hopefully something interesting came out. Thank you for the prompt anon, this was fun!

If you like our writing and want us to write out your prompt or idea, don’t hesitate to go to our ask box!

#lev answers #lev writes #my writing #fiction #story #writers on tumblr #prompt #writing prompt #protective villain #villain x villain #villain x henchman #henchman #villain #hurt/comfort #heroes and villains

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Can you make a oneshot of Rottmnt, where Splinter shows the Male Reader baby photos of the boys, and how all the turtles will react, please?

A/n:hey welcome back shadow. Thank you for requesting

April Is pink splinter is slanted and Cassandra is bold

Summary:splinter shows you the turtles baby pictures

Type:one shot:turtles + splinter & male reader

Version:rise

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You were just at the lair one day pretty early, that's because you decided to spend the night which was fun bit sleeping arguments were tuff. But you ended up sleeping in the bottom 'bunk' below donnie, he had to make it into a bed though, it was awkward. It was the moment we're you just stand there while he's doing the bed reminds you of the time your mom was yelling at you because your bed was an absolute mess, then she angrily fixed it. Thats what it felt like but Donnie was angrily doing the bed. Or yelled at you before he did the bed. So your standing in the kitchen, just making you some toast for breakfast. And it was surprisingly a great sleep you thought Donnie would snore like your dad but he didn't. So while making breakfast splinter came up to you.

"Good morning y/n, what are you making"

You looked down at splinter and smiled always glad to see splinter, he was like another dad to you.

"Good morning and I'm making toast"

You turned back just as the toaster went off.

"How'd you sleep under purple, he didn't give you any trouble did he?"

You chuckled.

"No, I thought he'd snore though but he didn't. He was just on his phone or computer most of the time I was awake."

Splinter hummed.

"Would you like to see their baby photos"

"Oh absolutely"

As soon as your brain processed what he said it was an instant yes. He took you to the living room were you snd him sat on the cough. And just as you did April walked in.

"Oh hey guys which you doing?"

You looked up at her with a big smile.

"Well we are about to look through the turtles baby pictures, wanna join"

April stood there for a second before her smile grew even more .

"Of course but let me ask Cassandra if she also wants to join so don't start looking through it yet"

April called Cassandra and asked her if she wanted to see the turtles baby photos and you snd splinter just looked at eachother knowing what's about to happen.

"She's on her way"

Not even 5 minutes later Cassandra is in front of you April and splinter.

"I hope I didn't miss anything"

"Nope just have a seat"

You watched her take a seat behind splinter because there was room. And you four looked through the baby photos and you were sure you woke the turtles up. When they all walked in obviously tired. And they all seen you four sitting there like the scene from despicable me, were grus mom showed the girls his baby photos. So they were confused.

"Why are you guys so loud"

"What you you four looking at"

The twins say at the same time, but Donnie a bit more suspicious then leo. And you could hear it in his voice. Raph was practically felling asleep were he stood, and mikey was laying on you asleep. You were just right there and didn't seem to mind.

"Oh just your guys baby photos"

All of them froze and mikey slowly sat up from your lap. They all had the same looked on their face. They were tired but scared so they had a sleepy scared look. You laughed at that as Cassandra and April looked at certain photos.

"Aw Donnie, you and glasses why didn't you tell me"

"Mikey you had braces?"

Mikey just slowly layed back down on your lap not wanting to answer that. And donnie just stood there hoping this was all a dream. In the end they all hoped you three would forget what you seen and never bring it up.

A/n:that was alot longer than I expected. Whoops. I hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt imagine #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt x male reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt splinter #tmnt april #tmnt casey jones #rottmnt cassandra jones

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

i know this has been done a small handful of times already, but i would love to read your version of reader taking care of josh after he goes way too hard with the tambo - sliced hand, bruised hip and leg(s) - and tries to hide it from her because he doesn't think it's that bad/doesn't want her to worry <3

oh no, taking care of people is my weakness, it makes me so soft

Also this is much longer than I expected whoops

Warnings: blood and bruises

You were bubbling with excitement as security led you to side stage. You had got caught in traffic and had missed seeing him before he went on, but you made it in time to catch most of the set.

This was the first time you were seeing him in person for about a week, it had been busy for him with multiple shows back to back and a busy work week for you.

You watched as the man you so adored danced across the stage, singing and occasionally teasing his brothers. He was mesmerizing when he was performing, well, he was mesmerizing all the time really.

You were drawn from your thoughts as you heard the beginning of Jake's solo in 'The weight of Dreams' begin. Josh caught a glimpse of you as he turned to grab his tambourine. Doing a second take he gave you a smile and wink before going back to his performance. You watched closely, loving how much Josh felt the music when his brother played, but then you saw it.

Did he-did he just wince? Your eyes narrowed as you zeroed in on his face, and you caught it again. No one else would have picked up on the small twitch of his mouth and brow, but you had seen it.

You felt your heart rate pick up a little. The worry and concern kicking in. This was just who you were, if you knew anyone was hurt you automatically went into 'care mode'. That was with everyone else, so when it was Josh you got even more riled up. Internally you were fighting the urge to go out there and check on him right now in front of the whole crowd. The tug on your heart getting even tighter as you observed him grabbing a small towel and balling it in his hand when he set the tambo down.

They played a few more songs and then started to make their way off stage. Jake passed you first, giving you a small hug and apologizing for being so sweaty. Josh followed closely behind him, a big grin on his face.

"Hey love how-" he started, trying to hug you also,

"Show me your hands" you interrupted, not really waiting for him to oblige and reaching for his left hand,

"What?" He turned slightly, avoiding your grasp,

"Josh." You gave him a stern look, "Let me see."

He sighed, giving in and holding his hand out for you. He bit the inside of his cheek as you looked at it. Your lips parted and your eyes got wide as you took in the state of his palm,

There was a pretty sizeable gash in the meaty part of his palm by his thumb, with little scratches and bruises peppering the rest of the battered skin.

"Joshua Michael." You said in a shocked tone as you placed the towel back over the bleeding wound.

"It's fine" He insisted, attempting once again to pull you close. This time you let him, but only for a moment,

"It's not fine" You argued, "How long has it been like that?"

"It just gets like this sometimes when I have a lot of shows in a row. I caught it at a weird angle a few nights ago and it cut me, but the shows since then the cut just keeps re-opening"

"Well, if you would let someone help you" You crossed your arms, giving him a disapproving look.

"It's fi-"

"If you say 'its fine' one more fucking time" You warned him with a glare,

He huffed a laugh at your seriousness and then forced you into his arms,

"Listen, I'll let you doctor me up back at the hotel, will that make you happy?" You knew he was probably being a little more dismissive of it because he was still around his brothers and all of the crew. You had an inkling that would change as soon as you two made it to the hotel,

You nodded, tears suddenly threatening to fall. You weren't sure if it was because the one you loved so much was hurt, or if you were a little embarrassed at how resolute you had been.

"Hey, hey...come here" using his good hand he tilted your face to him, "I really am ok y/n, and I will be even better when you're done with me" He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the stray tear that fell.

"Ok," You murmured, "You go change and I'll raid the first aid kit, then we can meet at the car"

He agreed and made his way to the dressing room as you found a crew member to direct you to the first aid kit.

Once back at the hotel you noticed how Josh moved, every step was slow. The last few days had taken more of a toll then you realized.

"Hey, how does a bath sound?" You asked as you swiped the room key and opened the door. He dropped his bag to the floor with a loud thud and slowly made his way back over to you,

"That sounds perfect" his voice was ragged when his forehead fell to your shoulder and nuzzled his face against yours.

Here he was, the Josh you knew that liked to be coddled. Josh loved physical touch, and after a few days of not seeing you his hands were on you as much as possible. The moment was interrupted by the sound of Josh's phone ringing. He groaned as he pulled it from his back pocket,

"I'll get the bath started while you handle that" You said quietly as he answered the call and nodded.

You made your way into the bathroom, dropping the bag of supplies you'd gathered on the floor. The tub was rather big and deep, and you spotted some bath salts in a small container next to the sink. You started the water, making sure it was the right temperature and added in the salt. The smell of eucalyptus filled the room and you knew Josh would love it. Finally you heard him hanging up and making his way into the bathroom behind you.

"Why aren't you naked?" He teased as he started stripping out of his clothes, "You aren't going to join me?"

"Maybe after I've got your hands taken care of-" You turned to sneak a look at him and were shocked at what you saw, "JOSH"

"What!" He asked, just as shocked as he turned to look behind him, "IS THERE A BUG"

"Your leg!" You said, reaching towards his thigh that was covered in bruises of varying darkness.

"Oh...that" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as you looked at it, "It doesn't even hurt that-"

You looked up at him and poked it,

"Ow!" He hissed and pulled away

"Doesn't hurt huh?" You said with a roll of your eyes, "Just get your cute ass in the tub"

He grinned and settled into the hot water, a sigh of relief passing his lips as he relaxed. Before he could get his hand in the water you grabbed it and place it on the edge of the tub.

"Is this eucalyptus?" He asked quietly as you closely inspected his hand, trying to figure out where to even start.

"Mhmm" You acknowledged him as you went for a pair of pointed tweezers. You could see at least 2 splinters amongst the cuts. "This might hurt a bit"

"Thats alright, I couldn't get them out when I tried" He leaned in close to watch you work, "But I bet you can" He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You went to work, trying your best to block out the small noises he made when you'd have to dig a little to get the piece of wood. The whole time he remained still,

"Got it!" You said triumphantly as you finally pulled the last little sliver of wood from his reddened skin.

"It already feels so much better" He said sweetly as he went back to reclining in the tub, closing his eyes.

"Well....That might be short lived because I have to clean them now.." You admitted, reaching for the antiseptic wash.

"It's alright, go ahead" he assured you. You grabbed a towel and put it under his hand, then started to pour the wash over the cuts. His eyes remained closed, but you watched his brows furrow as the liquid bubbled and then rolled off his hand.

You carefully blotted his hand dry with the towel and began opening the box of bandages you needed for the slice across his palm. Finally finding the butterfly closure bandages you pressed the sides of the cut together and applied them. You glanced to Josh, who didn't budge.

"Josh?" You whispered quietly, no answer. He had fallen asleep in the tub.

You smiled to yourself as you stood and made your way into the room to get in your pjs, which consisted of an oversized shirt and some cotton panties. You had showered just before the show and hadn't gotten that sweaty so it was fine.

Once you had changed and gotten the room a little more organized with his stuff you went back into the bathroom. His lips were now parted slightly as he slept soundly.

You knelt next to the tub, gently combing your fingers through his hair, he breathed in deeply and his eyes fluttered open,

"Lets get you to bed" You said quietly as you pulled the lever to drain the tub. You knew he had to be exhausted because he didn't even argue.

Taking his hand you stood and helped him stand as well, offering him a towel. You made your way into the bedroom to get the bed prepared, pulling back the sheets and positioning the pillows how he liked. After a few moments he appeared, towel slung low on his hips as he approached the side of the bed.

Dropping his towel to the floor the clambered onto the bed, hissing through his teeth when he put weight on his hand. He pulled it to his chest as he laid down facing you. Pulling the plush comforter over you both you got as close to him as possible,

"It's gonna be tender for a few days baby” you said as you took his hand in yours and faced his palm towards you, gently rubbing the pad of your thumb over the bandages to make sure they were still secure. He hummed quietly and got a little closer

“You take such good care of me babe” he said, looking at you through his lashes, his eyes glassy, as if he might cry.

“What’s wrong?” Still holding his hand you moved your other hand to the nape of his neck, massaging it slightly as you waited for him to answer,

“I just, you do things like this and it reminds me how much you love me, and-“ his words got caught in his throat as you pressed soft kisses to the palm of his hand, eyes fixed on his. “And I’m just really thankful for you y/n.”

He had the softest sweetest heart, and you adored him for it.

“You’re right, I do love you” you released his hand and snuggled closer, but somehow it was Joshua who became the one curled into you, his head tucked under your chin. He pressed a quick kiss to your chest and then squeezed you tighter, like he was scared you’d vanish if he let go.

He murmured something back to you, something about him loving you more, but then he was asleep. For a moment you just laid there, watching him breathe and savoring the warmth of him. Before you knew it drifting off to sleep with him.

[sapphic-woes]

So grateful to see you in your Abby era, I hope it's amazing. I'm in desperate need of some college au headcanons for my woman. If that's not your speed, maybe some cuddling headcanons? Whatever you want, I just NEED something about this girl.

Omg YES. COLLEGE AU. YOUR MIND!!!

Abby x Scorekeeper!Reader

You hated your fucking job.

It was freezing. You had brought as many layers as you could while still wearing the stupid bright highlighter yellow, scorekeeper shirt on top. Gloves, giant earmuffs...and you were still freezing.

You were just doing this to have something on your resume and earn some money from the school on the side. You hadn't actually expected anything eventful to happen...but Jesus, was this the most boring job on the goddamn planet?

But then of course, you scorekeep for a women's rugby match...and holy fucking shit.

You actually had your mouth wide open, flinching as she tackled yet another player on the field. You'd gotten her name when you took attendance, Abby Anderson, and as you watched her pin her opponent to the ground, have that smug grin spread across her face...

You realized she was definitely going to make this cold, boring night worth it.

And it was. You found yourself sitting up, paying attention. Watching those arms move and legs burst into runs, neck flex as she'd let out whoops of victory. God, she's hot. Was a thought on your mind time and time again, and you thought she was the perfect eye candy to pass the time...but that was it.

There was no way you'd be able to do anything more than stare longingly score keep. Flirting would be so...you blushed, shaking your head at the thought. Maybe you were a bit smitten, but you weren't an idiot. Someone like her definitely already had a girlfriend...or could find someone who wasn't dressed in three layers and giant earmuffs, freezing in the middle of November.

You dipped your head down, tallying up the points for each team to record onto the little tablet they gave you. Focus, Focus, oh–

"How much did we score?" There was a gruff, scratchy voice in your ear, and you nearly screamed.

"H-Huh? Oh! Uh..." You didn't trust your voice. She was so fucking close. She glanced into your eyes only a moment before looking at the glowing screen of the tablet, muttering under her breath as she read what you wrote out loud. It was enough to have your stomach twist something awful, and you tried to calm yourself as you watched her instense stare.

"Fuck yes..." She murmured, lips curling into a smile as she saw her team had won. She grinned wide, leaning forward to make your heart hurt even worse than it already did.

"I thought you hadn't written down shit." ...What?

"What?" You repeated your thoughts aloud. Her grin only grew more sinister.

"'Cause you were staring at me the whole time. Like. Every time I looked at you from the corner of my eyes..." Her eyes narrowed as the blush on your cheeks worsened, voice dropping down into a teasing drawl. "It got so bad I thought you were becoming a fan."

You couldn't keep her gaze any longer. Not when the embarrassment was eating you up inside. You dipped your head down, trying to rectify how much of a creep you must have seemed.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be creepy or anything! I just thought you were really cool out there. So I guess you're right–not about being an actual like, fan. Just of...how you play! Yeah! Like, uh, like it's really..." Abby raised an eyebrow, and you thought you'd combust, cheeks aflame with how much of an idiot you were being.

"...neat?"

She hadn't believed you. Or if she did, she didn't care anyway.

"So how's my number one fan doing?" Was her routine greeting before throwing her arm around you, watching you stutter out a protest that you weren't. She never listened–only laughing before instructing you to make sure you watched her well this time.

Matches didn't feel like matches...they felt like teasing games between you and Abby. Your eyes would be on her, and suddenly she'd glance you way–smiling in approval if she caught your gaze. More times than not you'd be staring at her arms...her thighs...her ass–only to have your eyes trail up and have her own focused right back at you

She merely had her hands on her hips, but even that was enough to distract you. Her arms where no joke, and you could imagine them wrapped around your waist, the rift of them under the palm of your hands. How'd they feel flexing just as she did to them now–

Wait...why was she flexing?

You looked up to a smug smirk and twinkling eyes. Abby casually flexed once again, just for you to see, and you immediately glared back at her as if to demand she stop teasing you. That made her laugh in the middle of the field...to her teammates confusion, and had you burying your face back into your tablet.

That fucking idiot...

When she asked you out on a date, you'd nearly dropped the electronic.

No–you did drop it, but she caught it with ease, handing it back to you while scratching the back of her head.

"Do you...not want to or...?"

"What? No–yes I mean. Yes I do but–I thought I was like..." You shrugged, clutching the tablet awkwardly.

"Entertainment. Or something. Like you're always teasing me–"

"C'mon I'm not that bad–"

"You just said my earmuffs make me look like Dumbo." Silence followed before the two of you laughed, and Abby shrugged.

"Okay...maybe I am that bad. But I'm serious. You're cute...and you're fun to tease...fun to be around too...so why don't we actually hang out when I'm not covered in dirt and sweat some time?" You grinned at the suggestion, nodding as her lips broke out into a dorky smile in return.

"Sure Abby...I'd like that."

#abby x reader #abby anderson #tlou2 #abby headcanons #im in love with this WOMAN #also yea this is based off of my short scorekeeper experience lmao

[ohgodithappened]

WandaNat Headcannons :)

This got a lot longer than I expected it to lol Oh well... Who's complaining??

Wanda had a small little crush that developed into something deeper over time

Natasha was oblivious until the fact that she was in love with her trainee hit her in the face like a freight train one day

Natasha wanted to be the cool one and ask her out but got nervous last minute just as she was about to ask Wanda if she could kiss her

Wanda, with a face redder than Nat's hair, took pity on her ("Just kiss me already, 'Tasha")

Wanda can't be anywhere near a kitchen without burning it down (the only thing she can successfully make is chicken paprikash WITH supervision)

Tony likes to tease Nat about their fairly large age difference as revenge for all of Nat's teasing over the years about him with younger girls

Wanda snores, but will deny it until the day she dies (Nat finds it adorable)

Little Spoon!Wanda vs Reluctant Big Spoon!Nat ("Come on, Wan, it's my turn tonight!" "But Nattiee..." "...fine")

Wanda calling Natasha "Tasha" "Nattie" and "Talia"

Clint's jaw dropping the first time he hears it because Natasha threatened to break his arm the first time he ever called her "Nat" and threatened him with death if he ever tried "Natalia"

Nat calling Wanda every nickname under the sun, just because she knows it makes the normally composed brunette blush

Wanda plays guitar for Natasha when the redhead can't sleep/has nightmares

Night Owl!Wanda vs Early Bird!Nat

They have Liho (Natasha's cat from the comics), but Wanda's the one who found her and begged Nat to keep her

Nat reluctantly agreed, but eventually falls even more in love with Liho than Wanda is

Natasha is totally whipped for Wanda, and Wanda absolutely takes advantage of it

Nat always uses her turn to choose the film for Avengers movie night to pick whatever Wanda wants

Sam always grumbles about it because its "basically Wanda getting two turns"

!NSFW HEADCANNONS BELOW MINORS DNI!

Wanda's a major brat

Wanda's a major brat

Natasha is a pretty harsh dom, but can switch to aftercare and cuddles at the drop of a hat

Nat's pretty shy about their sex life around others

Wanda is definitely not ("Get a room!" "We have one. It's already being put to good use, I'm still sore." "WANDA." *burning cheeks*)

Posessive!Nat & Jealous!Wanda (Not sure how to describe the difference, but if you get it you get it)

Natasha loves to leave hickeys as a way of "marking what's hers"

Wanda will cover up said hickeys with the sole purpose to rile Nat up more, usually resulting in punishment

Wanda has an itty bitty little smidge of a daddy kink whoops

Early in their relationship, Maria stayed the night at the compound once on the women's floor. (Unfortunately hears everything)

The next morning, breakfast with everyone went something like:

Maria, after Nat passes her the bacon: "So... Daddy, huh?" Nat: *Literally choking on her waffle so hard she turns blue* Wanda: *Laughing harder than anyone's ever seen her laugh* Tony, impressed: "Didn't know you had it in you, Romanoff." Vision, blissfully unaware: "Are you alright, Agent Romanoff?" Wanda: "Yeah. Are you alright, Daddy?" Nat: *chokes harder* Steve: *looking like he wants the ground to swallow him whole*

#wandanat #scarletwidow #scarlet widow #wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #wandanat headcannons #headcannons #wlw #minors dni

[corpupine]

A Long-Awaited Update

I’ve been putting off writing this update for a while now. Not because I’m suffering or struggling at all—life is actually really good! It’s had some truly awful, crappy stuff mixed in, but for the most part my life is very happy. The reason I’ve been putting this off is that I really don’t know where to start. Most of you will have noticed that I stopped posting updates of NemaTale on here sometime last year. There are a couple of reasons for that that I want to explain, then I want to move on to life updates and what’s coming next for NemaTale.

First: Why did I stop posting on Deviantart?

There’s no special reason or controversy here. I post on three sites: Deviantart, Tumblr, and Tapas. Both Tumblr and Tapas offer a scheduling system so that posts can be queued in advance. I was able to schedule posts on those two sites, but Deviantart doesn’t have that function, so each time there was an update I had to go in and manually enter all the information. As my life got more and more hectic (which will be explained a little bit more in the life updates section), I found that I was forgetting to update on Deviantart. I kept on putting it off, figuring I’d get around to it eventually. But uh, whoops—the end of Chapter 4 has been posted everywhere but on Deviantart! I’ll get those last pages up and running soon, but I wanted to offer some sort of explanation before I did so.

(As a side note: I haven't been keeping up with updating the links between pages on Tumblr, for a similar reason. I'll hopefully get those up and going soon so you guys can read the comic more easily on here.)

Second: What’s going on with Corpupine?

So much, you guys. Soooo much, and most of it is—like I said—truly wonderful. I haven’t been posting updates about my life hardly at all, and I want to maintain privacy, but here’s a few fun things I wanted to tell you about:

-Got a big girl job working for a local publishing company (I’m an editor by day and I love it, but it’s very time and energy consuming)

-Helped my wonderful husband self publish a book (that I edited, naturally)

-Moved to a different city

-Finally, finally finished a draft for a novel I’ve been tinkering with for 9 years

Oh, and also, this:

Yes, in what may be the best (accidentally) kept secret ever, I’m a few months away from giving birth to a baby girl. That has been the main reason for my absence online as my husband and I have been preparing for her arrival. This baby has been very much something we have hoped for, and it took longer than we expected to get this far, so we are very happy. We are over the moon excited, a little freaked out, and ready to snuggle her sooo good.

So with that bombshell dropped, let’s talk a little bit more about the stuff you’re all really here for.

What’s next for NemaTale?

Months before I got pregnant, I had already finished Chapter 5. The script for chapter 6 is about 50% written—the broad strokes are there, I just need to nail down the dialogue. Then I started my big-girl job, and life started to get a little out of control. I was incredibly busy all the time with my job, and helping my husband with his book, and I really wanted to start using any free time just to rest and recuperate. I think that was the best choice for me; too much on my plate would have probably led me to have a nervous breakdown, haha. As it is, I’m doing well emotionally, but . . . I haven’t drawn anything since about June of last year. So we’ve got Chapter 5, totally finished and just waiting to be queued up; chapter 6, partially written; aaaaand then a big black void in front of me. (Why does that word feel so . . . familiar?) That should be scary to me, but it’s not. I’ve accomplished a lot, even if I haven’t progressed on the comic. I’m proud of myself and how far I’ve come. But what does that mean for you guys?

Here's the lowdown: I’m giving birth soon. I’m not going to be able to commit to any sort of comic goals in the near future. I’m not even sure what the future of NemaTale looks like, but I do know this: I still love this story. I don’t want to stop creating it, but now’s not the right time for me to be focusing on that. Sometimes life just gets too full to do everything on the list. I just can’t keep this at the top of my list for now.

Chapter 5 is, as I’ve said, completely ready to go (except for the chapter cover, which I haven’t made yet.) So I’m going to put this choice out to you guys. What do you want? Do you want me to go ahead and post chapter 5 over the next few months and then I’ll just see you all when I see you, somewhere down the line? Or do you want me to wait to post chapter 5 until there is also a chapter 6 officially on the way? That could take many, many months, so be aware of that.

I love the interactions I have with all of you. I’d love to keep having them, even if I won’t be able to post new stuff beyond chapter 5 for a while. But I really am okay doing whatever you guys think is best with regards to posting chapter 5. Just let me know in the comments below.

All right, I think that’s everything. I appreciate your patience with me in all this. In the past year, so much has happened. My husband and I have gone on adventures. I turned twenty-five and I’m finally starting to feel more comfortable in my own skin. I tragically lost one dear relative and for a while we thought we were going to lose another one—which, miraculously, we haven’t. Spring is here, and there’s a little girl kicking me in the ribs as I write this. Life is good.

#random nematale update #uhhh...surprise? #tbh i'm not sure how people are going to take this #but i just wanted to get an update out there #i'm happy and thriving and well #just...very busy #<3 you all

[jeonginssa]

I Swear I’ll Never Leave Again | W.JH

Part Five - “Do I have murder vibes?”

Author’s note: this update took longer than the others whoops

Word count: 1.1k (ish)

Content/genre: nonidol jun, jun x reader, lisa (blackpink) is bestie goals, fluff, heavy angst, office romance

Trigger/content warnings: swearing, mentions of domestic abuse (jeonghan is the abuser, so sorry jeonghan, i love you, i swear🥲), let me know if there’s any i missed

Taglist: open

@fairygirl18 @seyoungparkk

*****

You opened your eyes and just caught Junhui looking away from you. It was darker than you had expected and he had put a lamp on instead of the ceiling light.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t know if I should wake you,” he spoke softly.

“What time is it?” Your voice a little croaky from sleep and you never did get round to drinking that smoothie.

“9:30,” if you didn’t know any better you’d say he looked a little anxious.

“I should probably get home, thanks for everything, sorry I didn’t get any work done today.”

Junhui hesitated. He looked like he wanted to say something but he just stood there looking uncomfortable while you stood up to gather your things.

“I think…”

“Hmm?”

“I think, maybe you should stay… if you want, if you’d feel comfortable… you don’t have to. It’s just your car is still at work and you went through a lot last night and you’ve been so tired. Anyway, you don’t have to it was just…”

“I’ll stay.”

“You will?” He breathed.

You nodded. “It’s late.” There was so much more you wanted to say but you couldn’t find the words. It used to feel like you didn’t need to speak when you were with Junhui, like you could read one another’s minds but now after so many years, it was different. Or at least it seemed it.

“I’m sure you’re not tired,” he chuckles, “do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Ah, I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” he winked and you involuntarily giggled. A blush rose to his cheeks and you suppressed a smile. How is he hot AND cute? He should be studied.

“Speaking of that, I should probably text Lisa and tell her I’m not dead.” He laughed and gestured for you to do just that.

You had turned your phone off when you got into Junhui’s car. Mostly just because you were so exhausted even your phone buzzing felt too loud. It came back to life and you had ten messages from Lisa.

Hey are you coming back?

Hello?

I’ll take that as a no?

Did you at least get home okay?

Helloooooo

Are you ignoring me?

LN YN

You’re making me worried

If you don’t reply by 10pm I’m calling the boss

I hope he didnt murder you because that wouldn’t help then…

You scoffed and Junhui raised a questioning eyebrow, you showed him the texts and he laughed.

“Do I have murder vibes?” Junhui donned his best scary face and you completely lost it.

“You couldn’t be scary if you tried!”

“I think you’ll find I could!”

“Unless being adorable starts becoming lethal I think you’re overestimating yourself.”

“Hey, I am n- … wait a minute”

“What?” You nervously put your hands in your sleeves.

“Well, now who’s adorable?” He smirked, gaze focused on your sweater paws.

“I’ve always been adorable.”

“Oh, so I haven’t?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“This isn’t putting a film on, is it?”

“I guess not, what do you want to watch?”

“Mmm, something where I don’t have to think.” Junhui paused for a moment trying to think of something you would like.

“Oh, I have just the thing! It’s not technically a film though, is that okay?”

“I don’t think it matters, we’ll probably end up talking through it anyway,” you smiled and noticed that you had smiled around Junhui today more than you have genuinely smiled in the past year with Jeonghan. While you were thinking Junhui had already turned on the tv and found what he was looking for. “You’re insane.”

“Thank you.” You both laughed as the title sequence for Ancient Aliens was displayed on the screen. When the laughter faded you couldn’t help but suddenly be aware of how much distance was between you and Junhui… and how much you wanted him to close that distance. Everything inside of you was screaming for him to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay because you were his now, employee or not but clearly he couldn’t read your mind like the old days or if he could he had a different opinion because neither of you moved. In fact you were both sat up so straight it was borderline comical.

“Junhui?”

“Mhmm?” He replied, not looking away from the tv.

“When we were younger…” This caught his attention and he pulled his eyes from the screen and towards yours. You took this as a sign to continue. “Before you left, I was going to tell you something and I never got the chance. Things a different now and a lot of time has passed so I don’t know why I’m bringing up but I don’t know…”

“Hey,” he moved closer to you so he could place a hand on your anxiously bouncing knee, “you can tell me anything. Always.”

“You know how we were supposed to meet up that day?”

“But I never came.”

“Right but you never came. I’d asked you to meet me because I wanted to tell you something.” You looked down at the sofa, there was no way you could tell him this while making eye contact. He gave you a light reassuring squeeze on the knee. You took a shaky breath. “I asked you to meet me so I could tell you that I thought I was falling in love with you.”

“And how do you feel towards me now?”

“I mean I’ve not seen you in like a decade so like differently but there’s still, you know.”

“I know.” He tilts your head up gently by your chin. “I loved you too. It’s why I couldn’t bare to tell you about my family.

“Shit!”

“What?” The nervous look on Junhui’s face said it all.

“Oh, no not that I’m sorry, I forgot to text Lisa back!”

“I’m humbly requesting that you never do that on the middle of a serious conversation again.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry, I’m just gonna reply or I’ll keep forgetting, you’re very distracting.”

“I’ll let you off,” he smirked jokingly.

Sorry!! Long story, will fill you in tomorrow x

You put your phone back down.

“Now that’s out the way. I have a question.”

“Hit me.”

“Never.”

“You knew what I meant,” you sighed.

“Can I hold you?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

#wen junhui #junhui x reader #jun x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #jun angst #jun fluff

[siberat]

ratchet for the ask game?

Ratchet

Something this character is truly proud of.      Hmmmm… I would have to say doing the right thing. Be it himself doing the right thing, or others doing the right thing. Also, seeing others be able to grow into a better person than they once were.

2) Who they want to please the most.       HAH- at face value I’d say no one. You not happy with him- big whoop. But I think behind that uncaring façade, he’d really want to please everyone- within respectable limits that is. He’d likely really want to please co-workers- to ensure everyone works together in teamwork and to the best of their ability. Of curse, I’ll also have to state Drift- of course he’d want to keep his conjunx happy and approving of him.

3) Who depends on them.    The rest of the medical staff- be it for assistance, knowledge, or simply guidance.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. Honestly, I thing Ratchet wouldn’t say much or even act any different. As the time came closer, he may get a little sadder and perhaps a little clingier than usual with drift. But I feel he would keep that burdon to bare himself.

5) A cherished personal belonging.  Egads…. His hands? I don’t really see him getting sentimentally attached to much of anything. But perhaps there is a little trinket that Drift presented to him that he stows away in his subspace that he looks at from time to time. He’ll deny it of course if asked…

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back. For real? Can I say his hands again? But it wouldn’t be his physical hands…. Be more his youthfulness that his hands no longer freezed up and such. To have his frame work smoothly like it done in his younger days.

7) This character’s favorite character. Patch Adams, hands down. While the humor may not quite tickle his fancy, I’d bank deep down, he stands behind the values Patch Adams had.

8) What kind of car they would drive. Im not gonna be a silly willy and say an ambulance. But It would def be an older car, may not be the prettiest, but is reliable and gets the job done. Wouldn’t have all thebells and whistles. Brand- Im not really thinking of anything specific, but I simply imagine as long as the vehicle has the few things he wants, he’d be fine with it. He wouldn’t be choosy or need something flashy. Practical and reliable

9) What calms them when they are upset. Oh boy… of course Im gonna shout out food. Home cooked meals always hit the spot, warm, savory dishes that are topped off with something sweet for dessert.

10) How they deal with pain. Grins and bears it. Plain and simple.

11) This character’s favorite piece or pieces of clothing. AHHHHh I could totally see Ratchet wearing a soft scarf…..

12) How they sleep.  I’d say on his back it pillows pilled up under his helm. I’d bank on him being a snorer as well.

13) What kind of parent they would be. Hmmm…. He wouldn’t be on any extreme type of level, but he would be strick and have expectations of good academic grades. Not to the point his child couldn’t have fun or if they got an A instead of an A+ it was the end of the world. It would be clear that the child would be loved, but I don’t picture him being overly showy with his affection.

14) How they did in school. Excelled- took his studies very very seriously. Academics came first and foremost.

15) What cologne or perfume they would use. AHHHHH something musky. I love musk perfumes/colognes! Second option is the cologne thagt smells like a pine forest.

16) Their sexuality. I see him more on the monogomy side- choosing really only to be intimate with one partner. Let’s face is: Ratchet isn’t overly lovey-dovey in nature, but with his special someone, moments of infatuation shine through. I don’t see him as being sex crazed nympho, but not really a prude either. He keeps berth talk to the berth. Unless when it happens on the couch… I do agree he was quite the partier in his younger days, but has since calmed down.

17) What they’d sing at karaoke. Dude, he wouldn’t. He would never get up and sing on his own free will. But if he was forced… the shortest song on the list? TBH, I really can’t think of what song he would really sing…. Prob something classic rock or something.

18) Special talents they have-Being able to talk the truth of of people with little white lies. Feeling ill but don’t want a check up so one fibs? Ratchet catches on and knows just what to ask to fish for more information.

19) When they feel safest- at home, all tucked into his berth. That warm comforter thrown over his body just makes him feel so warm and cozy and secure.

20) Household chore they hate the most- I’d say vacuuming/dusting. I don’t picture Ratchet having a lot of knickknacks, but I think Drift would, so dusting would be painfully annoying. Vacuming- he’d just think is dumb. I can see the appeal for washing dishes and scrubbing things clean- germ removal, but those 2 are just seen as menial.

21) Their fondest childhood memory-I always go with coming home from school to a nice homecooked meal from his mother/carrier. It was always something reliable, tasty, and bound to put him in a better mood. Just being able to talk about his day over a meal with his carrier brought a smile to his lips, and it always c=made him cheerful.

22) How they spend their money. Generally frugally. Mostly buys the necessities, things that are practical and of good use. Now, if he is buying for someone else ( like Drift) he is not cheap- nothing is too good for his lover. But himself-he does not splurge or go over the top.

23) What kind of alcohol they drink. I’d say one of the fruity mixed drinks, or some smooth sipping whiskey. Once again, his days of wild drinking and partying are long over. However, sometimes he does get tipsy on the mixed drinks…

24) What they wish they could change about themselves. Egads, sadly, his appearance. Not so much that he thinks he is ugly, just the classic trope that one reads a lot ‘box on wheels’ kinda thing. Yes, his frame is practical to his profession, but he often wonders what Drift sees in him when the swordsmech claims he has a smoking hot frame. Like, ratchet is so…. Square.

25) What other people wish they could change about them. Not be so grumpy all the time? Not throw wrenches…not have smart comebacks…routine check ups should only happen once a lifetime… but seriously, probably to let loose a bit more- like, he aint untight like Ultra Magnus…. But life isn’t always about work… take time to himself more…. Stuff like that.

#Siberat answers

[the-alice-of-hearts]

the concept of angel!jason/demon!tim has been living rent free in my head since i saw your post about it, & i just wanted to say thanks xD

Whoops just saw this.

You're welcome!

I am obsessed with it and want to work on it next because I love the idea of writing them as kids, and just exploring more touch-starved Tim becoming Robin.

If you are interested I have actually explored the concept some in my no capes college au for them. here that's the series, mind the ratings on the individual fics, some are explicit.

in honor of I have thoughts and you prompted them:

Tim shivered and looked around the large ballroom of the museum. His parents expected him to be good tonight, but it was hard when he was so lightheaded. They had fired another one of his nannies so he had been alone all week. The books his mother had given him said he should be able to go longer without attention, but he was beginning to think that they were wrong. His father steered him toward another couple who were dying to get their attention and introduced him to them. "This is of course my son Timothy," Tim looked up and shook the man's hand and then kept his head down. The grownups were going to be talking for a while, so he had time to watch others. When he got the chance to slip away from his father and the business associate he took it and quickly got out of the main hall.

Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. Dick was talking to one of the girls his age and she seemed to be enthralled by the Djin act he was keeping up. Jason was just bored, and he wanted out of the stupid suit. His wings were molting so everything was itchy and he just wanted to go home and take a hot bath. Unfortunately, he was stuck here. Bruce was putting on his 'Brucie Wayne' act and Dick was ignoring him so he decided to slip away. He had gotten out of the main hall and was slipping down one of the side hallways on the way to the star exhibit when he heard someone else's footsteps. Jason pressed himself against the wall and looked around the corner. There was a kid who looked a few years younger than him walking down the hall humming to himself. Jason stepped around the corner and smiled. Maybe he and the kid could ditch together.

"Hey," he called out.

The kid spun around but tripped over the air and fell onto the ground with a loud thud. Jason ran over and knelt down.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" He reached out and pulled the kid up slowly. "Are you okay?"

The kid's eyes fluttered open. "Sorry, I think I fainted."

Jason looked him over. "Whoa, you don't look too hot. Should we find your parents?"

"No!" There was a flash of fear on the kid's face. "It's nothing. I'm fine, don't bother them."

"You tripped over nothing and passed out." Jason raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't spell fine to me."

The kid mumbled something in return, looking away from him.

"What was that?" Jason asked, tilting his head.

"I said, I'm just a little touch starved. I'll be fine."

Jason blinked and really looked at the kid for a moment and then sighed. "Oh," he breathed out.

"I should go." The kid pulled away from him but Jason didn't let go.

"You're gonna pass out and hurt yourself if you don't feed, kid," Jason reasoned.

"I'll be fine." He pulled again.

"Feed on me. I have the energy. Besides, I'm not gonna let some baby incubus die in the museum." Jason offered. He hadn't seen an incubus since he had been living on the street, but this kid clearly wasn't in any shape to be looking out for himself, and Jason was full of raw energy.

"I'm not an incubus." The kid responded, glaring at him. "This wouldn't be a problem if I were an incubus."

"You said you're touch starved?"

"I'm a succubus." The kid mumbled.

"Oh..." Jason looked at him again. "Well, how do I feed you?"

The kid looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm not gonna feed from some stranger!"

Jason smiled. "Well, I'm Jason Todd, what's your name?"

"Tim Drake."

"There, we aren't strangers anymore, and I don't want you to starve here. So, how do I feed you?" Jason tilted his head trying to be as noncombative as possible.

Tim blushed and looked away again. "Just, uh, hug me?"

"I can do that." Jason pulled him into a hug and Tim buried his face in the crook of Jason's neck.

"You're sure?" he whispered.

"Absolutely. I have more than enough energy, just don't bleed me dry." Jason laughed holding Tim tight.

"Okay," he whispered again, and then Jason felt the pull on his energy. Slowly Tim stopped shaking and then the pull was gone. Tim pulled back to look at Jason in awe. "You're amazing."

"You look a lot better." Jason couldn't help himself and he leaned in and kissed Tim on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better." Tim giggled.

"Jay!" Dick's voice came from the entrance to the hall. "There you are!"

Jason looked over and Tim scrambled to get out of his lap. "Sorry."

"What is it Dick head?" Jason asked, standing up.

"B was looking for you. It's time to go." Dick looked between them and tilted his head.

"Hello." Tim gave a shaky smile and Dick beamed at him.

"Are you a friend of Jason's?" He asked.

Tim looked at him and he smiled and nodded. "Y-yeah. We're friends. I'm Tim."

Dick laughed. "Well good, Jay needs some better friends."

"Shut up." Jason rolled his eyes and turned back to Tim. "Call me sometime okay?" He pulled out a pen and grabbed Tim's arm.

Tim smiled as he finished writing his number on his hand. "I will. See you later! Thank you again!"

Jason pulled him into another hug and then turned to follow Dick.

"Soooo, someone made a friend?" Dick asked.

"Shut up," Jason growled.

#jaytim #my writing #I hope you like it!! #I ran out of where I was going so I'm ending it there #but I just like the idea of touch starved Tim getting to cuddle with Jason #Tim is freaking out because he just fed on ROBIN #and like ahhhh that's a once in a lifetime opportunity #but Robin also gave him his cell number!!! #so maybe it isn't!!!

[a-tale-of-legends]

Yaknow what? Here's a funky question; how would you ocs be if they weren't chosen?

Not that they wouldn't be protags or have legends (unless that's what you want to do lol) but just like normal pokemon world

Ooooooooh that's a good one.

Jin - probably still goes through their arc growing up, though no longer has this chip on their shoulders when it comes to being Chosen. Don't get me wrong, their relationship to Rayquaza is still pretty complicated, but given that there's no true bind, it's kinda easier for them to simply ignore it.

Kohaku - she's definitely the one of the few that took being Chosen well, so her not being Chosen wouldn't really change her outlook on life really.

Kenji - On one end, being Chosen made him feel like he really had to exceed imaginary expectations, something he was already struggling with. So not being Chosen would kinda relieve him of some stress in that sense. On the other end, being Chosen kinda gave Kenji a comfort that not anyone could give him. Someone to talk to when he felt like he shouldn't with his friends. Without Ho-Oh having that bond of a Chosen and Legendary, things feel more hollow. Yes, Ho-Oh is still there and still tries to comfort Kenji, but it's not completely the same, you know?

Aiko - Hmmmm. Aiko is still someone I'm reworking a bit, so it's hard to say. Maybe she just. Doesn't get the courage to stick it to Silver. Heck, maybe Silver ends up being the one that goes after Lugia instead of her. Aiko's personality isn't based on Lugia of course, but not being the trainer with a "soul like silver" might come to play here. Though all of that is just a guess, I really need to figure Aiko out lol.

Danica - Her eeriness is almost always the same, but her childhood is much more lonely I think. I'm going with the idea of Danica not being Chosen = Giratina never coming to her as her "imaginary friend". Of course, she had Barry, but I imagine Danica is more distant than she already is in canon.

Kiran- Not a Chosen lol. I think his powers would stay the same bc Sakura isn't a Chosen either. Whoops!

Alexis- Woooooooooh boy. BW would still be the same I think. But there's no. Sense of someone looking down at Alexis all the time. Like something is calling to him and he just can't figure out what. His journey is still a nuzlocke. It still sucks. He still runs away with Zekrom. After he returns, Zekrom would.... honestly just leave him given the path he was going. The main reason Zekrom stayed when he was a Chosen was bc 1) they had faith that Alexis would snap out of his awful funk and take care of himself and 2) Alexis was their Chosen. And while legendaries can Choose and Unchoose as they please, they can't help but just want Alexis to be The One. Zekrom is very optimistic in my au, if not a bit naive. Though without Alexis being Chosen, I think Zekrom is more inclined to listen to Reshiram and just leave ( or at least go back into it's ball form). Which. It wouldn't do great got Alexis mentally I think. Not great at all.

Elliot - Another hard one. She was passed down the Chosen title by N in this au. So honestly it's the same thing but she just doesn't get Chosen.

Eva - Another odd case for a Chosen. Kyurem knew it couldn't really. Survive with some sj ort of protection. So it Chose Eva. If Eva was never Chosen, she wouldn't have such complicated feelings towards the cold. Well. That's a lie. What happened in Opelucid City scarred her, but not being the Chosen of Kyurem would not have her in such a panic at the time.

Wayne - Maaaaan, Wayne not being the Chosen of Keldeo kinda implies that he hadn't fully found himself. I still think he grew as a character, and still catches Keldeo, but. Yeah, it's not the same.

Jude - I was going to say Jude fucking dies, but that seems to extreme lol. Jude has been repressing her aura for years, and while Lucario and Sylveon are skilled enough to help him manage it in the early days, Yveltal's aura helps our a lot. There could be a chance Jude would die so to their aura being so much, but protag powers say they live lol.

Dante - another one where he could have died but again that's probably too much. Honestly I'm not completely sure! Outside of like, moral support, I dunno how life would be without being a Chosen for him.

Ames- Nothing really changes outside of having to wear a specialized suit if wanting to go through ultra space. That and just not being that much of a night anymore lol.

Ray - Same as above( minus the night owl stuff)

Naomi - Well. For one, I don't think her father would be dead. Possibly. The whole reason she's a Chosen is bc her father's Curse Chosen status fell to her when he died. Can't be Chosen otherwise if that didn't happen so. There's still a chance the man could have died when she was young still, but there is no longer anything fogging her memory and the faces of the past. Not saying she remembers everything clearly but the unnatural fogginess in her head? Gone. If her dad was still alive, I think those two factors would have made Naomi just a bit more confident in herself. Not a lot, but just a bit more.

Carol- Nothing much changes I think. They don't have to accidentally touch someone and release their soul, so that's cool I guess. Carol got Chosen pretty late so. Yeah.

Luca- Again not 100% sure if he is gonna be a Chosen, but uuuuuh. If he wasn't, I don't think the story would have changed much lol.

R.B - Not a Chosen lmao, I know that now. I personally find that hilarious, and just wanna say that if no one is Chosen, that means R.B loses her " I'm the only normal human being next to these fucking demi gods of people" status. Then she would be losers like the rest of them ( affectionate).

Sorry this took so long to answer I! Feel asleep. Thanks for the ask deer!

#r answers #legendverse #Legendverse ocs

[captain-of-the-roses]

Ozqrow Week Day 7- Free Day

"Qrow," Ozpin couldn't help but laugh as the other dragged him closer to an airship. "What ever are you doing?"

Qrow grinned over his shoulder, but still didn't let go of Oz's hand. "Well, this is your first day off in, what, a century, right? I'm here to help you make the most of it!"

"We can do that just as easily at Beacon. Really, dearest, a day in bed is fine."

"That's just your age catching up to you," Qrow waved a hand dismissedly, as if he isn't older than Ozpin. Oz the wizard may be old, but Ozpin the professor wasn't. Qrow went on, "And you've been stuck in Vale since I've known you! Some greenery would do some good."

Ozpin, wordlessly, gestured to his outfit. Qrow grinned.

Sighing, Ozpin picks up his step so he is not longer being dragged. Better to not make his students worry, which they already were, if the occasional stray glance was anything to go by. Instead, it now looked like him and Qrow were just a couple on a walk, though that probably wouldn't help the students. Ozpin's children seemed quite intent on their thoughts that he was untouchable.

"See, that's why we have to get you out of this place." Qrow suddenly said.

Ozpin frowned and glanced over to Qrow, raising an eyebrow at having been broken out of his thoughts. "Pardon?"

Qrow used their interlocked hands to gesture to Beacon's campus and the students milling about. "Being here makes you stressed. You're all 'Oh, I need to look presentable and put together so no one is worried,' as if you aren't the biggest mess I've ever met besides myself."

"I'd hardly say I'm stressed."

"Yeah? Well I would."

Ozpin huffed even as he accepted Qrow's hand, letting the other pull him up into the airship. Though he was exaggerating, Qrow wasn't entirely wrong. Ozpin -Oz- was often stressed about keeping up appearances. After all, who would have hope to fight if their leader was a mess?

"Stop thinking so hard," Qrow chided after giving instruction to the pilot. He leaned up and bumped their foreheads together with an added whisper, "If your hair wasn't already gray, I would be able to see it losing color."

"Would you now?" Ozpin hummed as the airship took off. It slowly lifted into the sky, engines firing. They were quickly flying towards their destination soon after.

Ozpin stepped away from Qrow to look out the door. Beacon and his students slowly grew smaller as more of the world came into view. Forever Fall and the Emerald Forest looked as beautiful as always, Vale shinned in the early morning light, and the distant oceans similarly sparkled.

He smiled softly, watching it past below him. Footsteps approached and then Qrow wrapped an arm around Ozpin's waist.

"Enjoying the view?" He teased.

Ozpin turned back to him with a soft smile, "I always try to. It is not often that I'm allowed to. Speaking of: where are you taking me?"

Qrow grinned back with twinkling eyes. Stepping back, he held his arms out wide before giving a dramatic bow, saying, "You'll have to wait and see, oh, mystical wizard."

Quirking an eyebrow, Ozpin continued to stare at his husband. Qrow shrugged, offering no answers. Not that Ozpin expected one, really; out of habit, Qrow was remarkably good at keeping quiet about things, even from family. Speaking of-

"Fine then." Ozpin shifted to lean against the wall of the airship. He tapped his fingers along his cane. "If you refuse to tell me, and if I am to not contemplate jumping out this door, tell me about your neices."

"Our nieces," Qrow corrected, as easy as breathing. "And they're doing fine. Ruby just got into Signal, absolutely whooping butt. Tai threw her a party the other week, too." He chuckled. "Yang's been sneaking out to go to bars. She's really bad at being subtle, I'll probably have to teach her how to actually do it."

"Qrow Branwen, you are not teaching Yang how to spy."

"No, of course not. I'm teaching Yang how to lie to authority." Qrow shrugged again. They both knew Ozpin wasn't going to stop him, and they both knew that it wouldn't have stopped the old bird anyway.

Sighing, Ozpin pushed, "And Tai?"

"Eh, you know how he is. He's thinking about picking up being a huntsman for hire again, though." Qrow pulled out his flask and took a swing, ignoring the look thrown at him seemingly out of habit. "Probably going to wait until both of the girls are in Beacon."

Ozpin nodded and looked out the door again. The nearly clear seas signaling the coast of Mistral passed beneath them. He said, "Likely for the best. The girls are far too young to lose yet another parent."

The mood suddenly plummeted at that one sentence. Summer's memory still hung heavy over everyone, and Raven's betrayal wasn't much better. With Qrow out constantly, too…

Qrow sighed heavily, bumping their shoulders together. "You're great at killing the mood, you know that?" He asked.

"My apologies."

"Nah, don't be sorry. That's why we're heading out: to teach you how to lighten up."

Ozpin wrinkled his nose, "Love, I don't think that is possible. I'm unsure if that was possible even before the old chaperone in my head."

"Well, that's what we're here to find out." Qrow grinned. He suddenly leaned forward and squinted down at the ground before him. Ozpin really needed to ask Glynda to set up an eye appointment.

Shaking his head, Ozpin turned to look down as well. Large swathes of farmland passed below them. Mistral's outskirts, by the looks of it.

"How fast is our pilot going?" He mumbled, quickly electing Qrow's boisterous laugh.

"Ah, don't worry about that. Just jump!"

"Jump?"

"Jump!" And then Qrow was flying. Not literally, apparently choosing to opt out of his magic. Instead, Ozpin watched him fling himself out of the airship and dive through the sky, down toward the farmlands.

Ozpin blinked. Muttered, "Oh, I married a mad man." Then he jumped, too.

Instantly, adrenaline began to rush through him, reminding him of his Beacon initiation. Back then, he had just wanted to get everything over with. Ozpin had landed in a tree, hopped down, and made immediate eye contact with a white haired girl. Then, he had simply turned around and left, the old man laughing all the while.

Now, he didn't land in a tree. Ozpin dove through the air, twisting through the skies. A windmill approached and he held out a hand. He caught the windmill and used his momentum to spin around it until he reached the ground. A large crow settled nearby not long after.

"Cheater," he laughed, watching as the black feathers melted away into tanned skin. Qrow stood and ran a hand through his hair.

"It ain't cheating if you also have magic." Qrow teased back. He turned to gesture to a farm in the distance. He explained, "That's our stop."

Ozpin looked towards it as they began to walk. It was a small thing, with only a barn and a house that likely only had two bedrooms. Around it were stretches of wheat and corn, only separated by a trail of trees, probably a path. He smiled.

"You've always been so good at finding these places, my dusty old crow." Ozpin praised. There was a pull in his chest, too, that had him walking faster than he already was. Excitement? Curiosity? Or, perhaps something deeper than that?

He heard Qrow snicker behind him, practically flaunting as he responded, "Obviously. I wouldn't be your right hand man for anything else, right?"

"Of course. The intelligence and fighting capabilities are just perks."

The two laughed, getting ever closer to the barn. Ozpin's peppy steps must have been noticeable given Qrow's continued laughing. The two of them reached the porch of the barn and Qrow went up to knock. A few moments of silence and then-

"Hello, Mr. Qrow!" A voice chirped as the door opened. A small boy with hazel eyes and freckles stared up at them, and Ozpin and the voice in his head both shuddered. "Is this your friend?"

"Yeah, Oscar." Qrow grinned. "This is my friend. Oscar, meet Ozpin. Oz, meet Oscar Pine."

Ozpin let out a breath, trying to dispell that shaking feeling. Kneeling down to Oscar's level, he smiled and held out a hand, "It's nice to meet you, dear one."

"It's nice to meet you, too!" Oscar took Ozpin's much larger hand and shook it. The feeling shuddered again, then eased. Ozpin turned to Qrow and smiled, both only partially listening into the little boy's excited chirps. It would seem this was, in the end, the best way to spend his vacation.

#rwby #ozqrow #ozqrowweek #i listened to kazoo megalovania while writing this #so if anything is odd ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[marleysfinest]

Okay SO Geto’s virginity

Honestly? Swiping his v-card was a lackluster affair. She was a classmate of his, they were doing a project together. He wasn’t really in to her and she wasn’t really in to him but they both wanted to experience this thing called sex and so they did. Everybody got theirs and they went about their business afterwards. Unremarkable to say the least

And from that point on he just never really pursued it? Yeah he knows people have mind blowing sex or whatever but he’s got other things on his mind. It’s just not a priority

So he was basically a virgin again by the time you came in to his life and refused to leave. Geto is certainly not the type to fuck on the first date, but he could tell you were expecting something more by the time the sixth date came around. And by this point he wants nothing more than to make you happy, so he invites you up to his apartment at the end of the evening

Again, it’s not that he dislikes sex or pleasure. It’s just not something he thought about much. But he’ll give you anything you want and sex does feel good so whatever. Win win!

What he didn’t expect is how enthusiastic you’d be. You had discussed your experience, it had been awhile for you but even longer for him. (He didn’t say how long, his years to your months)

In that first night together you showed him how it feels to be desired. What it feels like to get fucked like you’re wanted. He almost died of shame when he busted in your hand in under 30 seconds but you just cooed in his ear and told him that you weren’t anywhere close to done with him yet.

And god when he heard you crying and pleading for him to “Let me cum, please please I’m so close” it took everything he had to get you those two more strokes you needed before he came again because it all finally clicked.

Sex is, in fact, really fucking good (and better yet when there’s an emotional connection) and he’d rather die than have a dry spell like that again

and that’s the story of how geto suguru lost his virginity twice lmao

sorry this is an entire fucking book my lord also my horny button appears to be broken so i made it a little romantic whoops sorry love u marley bye

LEIGH?????? LEIGH????!!!!!

no but ur so right tho I def think he doesn’t see sex as this big deal???? which ok in the grand scheme of things maybe it isn’t but his first time is def a “we might as well” underwhelming experience and then kind of writes it off as “idk what the fuss is all about” UNTIL!!!!!!!!!! that emotional connection hits and his mind is BLOWN his life is CHANGED oh man I’m gonna be thinking abt him all night

#asks #geto suguru