#ANYWAY. LET'S KEEP OUR FINGERS CROSSED ANON!!!!!!!

[stormyoceans]

Don't get your hopes up. P'Jojo was the one who didn't listen to his heart, but succumbed to the persuasions of the viewer, which is why we got such Only Friend🙄

YOU ARE VERY RIGHT ANON THAT'S WHY IM TRYING MY BEST TO KEEP MY HOPE IN CHECK AND MY EXPECTATIONS LOW BUT AT THE SAME TIME. IF ANYONE CAN CONVINCE THOSE EXECS TO LET THEM SWITCH THE ESTABLISHED TOP/BOTTOM DYNAMIC I KNOW THAT'S P'JOJO

i mean he was somehow able to convince GMMTV to let him add bdsm practices. if he can't give us explicit versatility in sex, then im pretty sure no one else in that company can

but as i said i do understand the hesitancy and think it's completely warranted, however im feeling mildly optimistic about the heart killers for two main reasons:

if i don't remember wrong, only friends was still in the middle of the filming process while it started airing, which means that the editing was done along the way episode by episode. for the heart killers, however, they already wrapped up filming and now have 20 days to focus on editing at least a bunch of episodes before the show starts airing. this doesn't mean they can't do any last minute changes, but it does lower the chances of the story being altered along the way;

i do believe p'jojo learned his lesson with only friends. he tried so hard to please everyone, but the truth is that you can't, and i think that as a creator is important to be able to stay true to your vision. you always have to be ready to face criticism and be open to it, because there ARE times where you should actually listen to what your viewers are saying, but that can be a lesson to learn for the future, not something to apply to a work that's already halfway through, and i think p'jojo understood that in the end.

so yeah, im reining my hopes in while also being fairly excited and keeping my fingers crossed!!!!!!

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "sam and colby making a sex tape with reader?!?!"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, double penetration, fingering, oral (all rec), hair pulling, rough actions, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, filth

Word count: 3.9k | not edited

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"What are you doing lately, miss y/n?" Michelle asks as she crosses her leg over her other, leaning back to sip her drink.

You glance up at Sam and Colby, who are smiling and laughing while talking with their friends.

You look back to your friend, "Oh you know, just the usual adventuring and YouTubing."

She smiles and nods, "Yeah I just seen you surpassed three million." She holds her glass out and you clink yours with hers. She takes a sip, pointing to you, "I'm proud of you."

You smile, "Thank you. It hasn't been easy, but we're getting somewhere."

"And another round of tequila shots for this table." The waitress says setting down the tray and everyone cheers, already slightly drunk.

"Thank you!" You say taking your shot glass, "What are we cheersing to?"

"To y/n. For making to three million." Colby winks at you and you can feel the heat in your cheeks rising and it doesn't help when Sam looks at you with his smirk, "To y/n."

"No.. no.. there's no-"

"To y/n." They all cut you off, clinking their small glasses before taking them. A few people let out a groan and you laugh as you suck on your lime wedge.

"Oh my god. I love this song." Michelle gets up, "Come dance with me!" You look down at your empty glass, "Let me get a refill and I'll meet you out there."

She nods and runs over with a few of the other girls, dancing and singing as they do.

You look up and Sam and Colby are staring at you, "Yes?"

They shake their heads and Colby scoots down in the booth to sit in front of you, "Just admiring how good our girl looks." He winks and nods down, "I'll get you a drink."

You smile, "Thank you."

Sam moves down, "He's right. You look fantastic, babe."

"Sam." You whisper leaning in, "Careful."

He rolls his eyes, "Please. They're all drunk, they don't care." You smirk, glancing over at the rest of the group laughing and taking more shots, "You're right."

You, Sam and Colby all talked and agreed to keep your relationship as secret as possible, mainly because you weren't sure how everyone would react to you guys being a thruple.

You didn't think your friends would care, they'd be asking questions for sure, but Sam and Colby's fan base, along with yours, you just weren't sure yet.

You didn't really care what they thought, normal was so fucking overrated anyway. It was more or less you didn't want Sam and Colby to lose viewers for it, that was important to them.

You look over and lean over slightly as Colby extends his arm out, drink in hand, "Here you go, my love."

You smile, "Thank you." You take a sip, "Mm. This is delicious."

He sits down next to Sam, "Thought you'd like it." He slides Sam drink over to him and sighs, "Thought you were going to dance?"

You glance over at Michelle and the others and sigh, "Yeah, I probably should." You stand up, resting your hands flat on the table, "I know I'm reaching my limit soon."

"How come?" Colby smirks leaning in. You look over at him, leaning in closer to both him and Colby, "Because I'm starting to wonder why we aren't having sex yet."

You bite your lip, slowly pushing yourself up off the table.

"Yeah I'm starting to wonder that myself." Sam brings his glass to his lips and Colby nods, "Mhm." You smirk, laughing as you grab your drink, "Later."

You walk over, dancing as you walk up to your friends. Soon enough, you find yourself being drug up to the bar, your friends egging you to take more shots, and you do.

You slam the fifth one down, waving your hands as you laugh, "No, no. No more." You shake your head, "I'm good."

"Oh come on, y/n! It's a special night." Michelle shakes your arm slightly and you smirk, sighing, "Fine. One." You hold up one finger, "I mean one more."

"Yes! Okay!" She waves to the bartender and he walks over, "I need.." she looks around to make sure everyone is still there, "Five more tequila shots please."

He nods and walks away to get them and Michelle turns to you, "So how does it feel?"

You look up at her from your bar stool, "How does what feel?"

"You know.. getting to hang out with Sam and Colby all the time?" She sips her drink and raises her eyebrows, "You know lots of girls would kill to be in your position."

You laugh slightly, "I mean, I've known them for a while." You shrug, "It's always something new."

"Now.." she laughs slightly and sighs, "I have to ask.."

You close your eyes, biting down on the inside of your lip because you know where this is going.

"Are you.. you know.." she leans in, glancing back at them before looking back at you, "Seeing either one of them?"

"Oh my god, Michelle." You roll your eyes and the bartender sets the glasses down, "Here you go."

"Thank you." You grab yours, taking it before sucking on the lime wedge.

"You didn't answer me." She nudges you, "Come on. I'm your best friend."

"And you're also very.. very drunk. So on that note." You finish the drink in your tall glass and set it down, "I'm heading home."

You go to stand up and she grabs you, "We're not done talking about this, missy."

You laugh and nod your head, "okay."

You walk over to the booth Sam and Colby are at, leaning down between them, "Take me home."

They both turn to look at you and they both nod, "Gladly."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The ride home was kinda quiet, all but Sam and Colby talking to the Uber driver.

"Yeah, I've followed you guys since the beginning. I recently just subscribed to y/n. I think her content is pretty good too."

"I basically do the same stuff they do, just without the man power." You giggle and they all laugh. Kellin, the driver, shakes his head, "I think that's pretty badass."

Colby's hand brushes against your leg at the subtle flirting that's happening on Kellin's end and you lay your hand on his, "Yeah, when I'm not doing my own stuff, I'm with these two on their channel."

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, "Can't get enough of us."

"What was that?" Kellin asks leaning back more and Colby laughs, "This is our stop."

"Oh, alright. Pleasure to meet you guys." He looks back, "Congrats on three mill, y/n." He smiles and you nod, "Thank you for driving us home."

"Anytime." He winks and you see Colby clench his jaw before he gets out, helping you out behind him. He shuts the door with a slam and Sam walks around the back to meet you guys before heading up to the house.

"That guy was so fucking thirsty for your attention, babe." Colby laughs and sighs, "times like that are when I wish I could just.." he grabs your throat, holding you still so he can crash his lips onto yours.

You grip his biceps, kissing him back until Sam cuts it short, "Can we maybe move this party inside?"

You laugh against Colby's lips, "Of course, honey." You squeeze him arm as you walk by him, setting your bag down on the couch.

You turn around, and watch as Colby shrugs his jacket off. Sam pulls his hoodie up over his head. They both lay them over the back of the couch as you sit down on it, "So."

"So." They both say as they move in to kiss each side of your neck. You tilt your head back and shrug your cropped jacket that's draped over your shoulders, off.

"I had an idea." You whimper as you drag your hands up their chests, "A good idea actually."

"What's your good idea, baby?" Colby slides his hands down and across your waist, "we'd love to know."

Sam rests his forehead against your temple and you smirk, "Go get the camera." Sam lifts his head and looks at Colby, "Fuck yeah."

Sam races upstairs into the office to grab it. Colby moves to stand between your knees, holding onto your waist, "dirty girl."

"Just want something to look back on when you guys are away." You bite your lip as you look up at him and he groans lowly, "Well give you something."

Sam comes back down, "Alright. Where do you wanna start?" You slide down off the back of the couch, "follow me." You walk over to the steps and you hear the camera click on.

You smirk as you turn around, looking down at the camera. Sam moves it up and down, showing you off, "Can't wait to get you out of that tiny little skirt."

"Been teasing us all fucking night." Colby adds as he walks up, pulling you with him up the steps. Sam follows behind, and you make your way to the bedroom.

You pull Colby to you, pushing him back onto the bed so you can straddle him. You reach out for Sam, grabbing his hand once he lays it in yours and pull him to you as well.

He hands the camera to Colby and Colby films you on top of him. Your skirt riding up to reveal those slutty little panties sitting between your legs that are soaked.

Moving over to capture the slow, heated make out that has you pulling at Sam's shirt. He leans back, lifting the shirt over his head and tossing it before moving back in for more.

"Fuck. That's so hot." Colby groans, raising his hips slightly. You moan against Sam's lips as you grind against Colby's cock in his jeans.

"That feel good?" Colby asks and you nod as you pull away from Sam, "Yes."

"You know what would feel better, baby?" Sam whispers as he slides his hand down your body, pulling your skirt up more, "If you sat on his cock for him."

Colby hands the camera to Sam and you move off of him onto your knees slowly taking what little clothes you had on, off while Sam recorded you, hyping you up as Colby stood next to him.

"Fuck, yeah baby. Take it off for us." Sam whispers, "You're so fucking sexy."

You giggle as you toss the black bandeau top at them and Sam zooms in your jiggling boobs, "You have such nice tits, babe."

You smile, covering your face as you laugh slightly, "Sam."

"What?" He laughs, "I'm just being honest, now move those arms, we wanna see."

You move your arms, hooking your thumbs into the band of your skirt but Colby stops you, "Mm. Leave that on. Just take off your panties."

You nod, confused, but you reach up under, hooking your fingers into the band of your underwear before pulling them down to above your knees.

You sit back watch as Colby takes the camera. Sam moves onto the bed, sliding his up your legs and grabbing a hold of your panties to pull them down.

He tosses them aside and grabs your ankles, spreading your legs apart. You move your skirt up to around your hips before you lean back, resting on your elbows.

"Look at the way he's looking at you, baby." Colby moves up by your head, "He wants to devour you."

You look from Colby to Sam and bite your lip, staring into Sam's eyes, "please..baby."

A smirk grows onto Sam's face and he nods towards Colby, "Give him something to." He winks and slides his hands up the outside of your thighs to your hips, gripping them as he shifts around to lay on his stomach.

You work at undoing Colby's jeans, pushing them down so you can free his cock from his boxers. Colby groans as your hand wraps around him, pumping slowly.

"Fuck.." he breathes out and holds the camera on the scene, "Use your mouth baby. I love it when you use that pretty little mouth."

Sam presses little kisses along the inside of your thigh until he reaches your pussy. He licks a strip up to your clit, closing his lips around it.

You moan out as you lean in to take the head of Colby's cock into your mouth. Colby holds the camera as steady as he possibly can on you sucking his cock, moving it to Sam eating your pussy every so often.

You work your way down, moaning around Colby as Sam's tongue plunges deep into you.

"F-fuck, baby. Yeah, shit. That's it." Colby groans, laying a hand on the back of your head, "Just.. like that just like that."

You pull off, tilting your head back as you clench around Sam's tongue, "Fuck, fuck fuck." You stroke Colby's cock, moaning out as you cum on Sam's face.

"Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl." Colby groans and points to the camera to Sam as he sits up, "How's she taste, Sam?" 

Sam smirks and nods, "scrumptious as always." He takes the camera from Colby and Colby pulls you up, "Come here, baby girl."

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him as he pulls you closer by pressing his hands to your back. He bends you back, laying you down as he hovers his body over yours, lips still connected with yours.

"Same thing but with Sam, yeah?" He says lifting his head up. You nod, panting as he kisses down your body.

Your eyes roll back as Colby sucks on your clit, nipping gently. Sam moves up next to you, recording Colby as he throws your legs over his shoulders.

"Tell us how it feels, baby." Sam brushes his hand over your boob, pinching and twisting your nipple, "does it feel good?"

"So.. so fucking good." You open your eyes, moaning out as you lean up to undo Sam's jeans, doing the same thing you did to Colby.

You tilt your head back, gasping as you feel Colby slip two fingers into you, "Shit." You clench around them as you pull Sam's boxers down his thighs, "Fuck, fuck, Colby."

You wrap your hand around Sam's cock and he pushes his hips forward. You part your lips, wrapping them around the head of his cock.

He groans lowly, "F-fuck, baby." He lays a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair as he slowly moves your head up and down.

Your eyes roll shut as the overwhelming pleasure feeling of having a back to back orgasm takes over.

"You're so fucking good at this." Sam lets go of your hair and you bob your head, moaning around him as you cum around Colby's fingers.

"Fuck, fuck." Sam groans and moves his hips back, pulling his cock from your mouth, "You only get better at that."

Sam moves the camera down to film Colby finger fuck you through your high. You're whimpering, moaning, and arching your back off the bed while your heels dig into his back.

Your back meets the mattress as Colby pulls his fingers out and leans up. He brings his fingers to your lips and Sam records your wrapping your lips around them. You swirl your tongue, moaning as you suck yourself from his fingers.

"So fucking pretty." Sam brushes his fingers over your jaw and hands the camera to Colby when he takes his fingers from your mouth.

Sam stands up to discard his clothes fully, then lays his body on yours. You feel his cock rub against you, “Sam.”

“What baby?” Sam kisses your jaw line down your neck as you whimper, “Please.”

Sam looks over at Colby, smirking at the camera as he leans up to his knees, “Please what baby?”

“I want you..” you move your hips, staring up at him, “I need you.”

“She needs you, Sam.” Colby says moving the camera up and down your body slowly, “Give her some.”

Sam bites his lip as he slowly pushes his cock into you. Colby records your face as it scrunches up with pleasure and you moan, “Yes, yes.”

“That what you wanted, babe? Hmm?” Colby runs his thumb over your bottom lip and you wrap your lips around it, moaning quietly as Sam starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.

Colby pulls his thumb out and you moan, “y-yes.”

Sam grips the shirt that’s around your waist, groaning as he tilts his head back, “Shit.”

Colby moves the camera down, focusing on Sam’s cock going in and out of you, “So fucking hot.” Colby moves down to plant his lips on yours, swallowing every moan that comes from your lips.

Sam slides a hand up, gripping one of your boobs as he slows his thrusts down, “I need to stop or my night will be cut short.” He chuckles as he pulls his cock from you and you whimper at the loss.

Sam takes the camera from Colby and Colby moves to lay next to you, “C’mere, baby girl.” He guides you to straddle him and you sink down onto his cock with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his abdomen.

Sam sets the camera on the stand next to the bed, angled perfect to capture all three of you. He moves up next to you, kiss your neck as you move up and down on Colby’s cock, “You look so hot riding his cock.”

“So fucking good at this.” Colby moans as his fingers dig into your thighs, “Such a beautiful fucking sight.”

Sam grabs your skirt, assisting with lifting you up and down, “You’re such a little slut for us.” He nips your ear, groaning as you reach down to grab his cock, stroking him as you lay your head back on his shoulder, “you know exactly how to treat us.”

You clench around Colby’s cock and Colby shakes his head, “Hold it baby. You’re gunna cum with us when we’re ready.”

You nod once, squeezing your eyes shut as Sam sucks on your neck, pinching your nipple with his fingers, “You can do it, baby. I know you can.”

“Sam.. give me the camera..” Colby extends an arm out towards it and Sam moves to grab it, handing it to him before moving to his place behind you.

Colby records you bouncing on his cock while Sam slides a hand down to rub your clit, “I know we make it hard, but don’t cum yet.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Colby moans and zooms in on his cock going in and out of your pussy, “Sh-shit.” Colby sits up slightly, “How do you wanna finish.”

He reaches up and tilts your chin down so you can look at him, “How do you wanna finish, baby?” He repeats and you smile slightly, “I want you both.”

Colby’s eyes move to Sam’s and Sam smirks, “You heard her.” Colby nods, “I sure did.”

Sam moves to sit with his back against the headboard, “you can either set the camera down somewhere or whatever..”

Colby nods, moving to set it up somewhere while Sam directs you on how to sit, basically reverse cowgirl, but Sam move down a little bit and you’re laying with your back on his chest.

You bring your legs up and Colby moves in front of you, standing over you looking over your body, “Hold on.” He reaches over, grabbing the camera.

Sam reaches down grabbing his cock and slaps it against your ass a few times, “Colbs, some spit please.”

Colby chuckles and nods before leaning forward to spit. You bite your lip as you feel it run down over your ass and Sam rubs his cock in it.

Colby records the process of Sam slowly pushing into you, moving up to your face as you pant, moaning out with a little bit of pain and pleasure combined.

“You okay, baby?” Sam asks in whisper as he moves to hold your legs up by the back of your knees.

You nod, “y-yes. Yes.”

“Taking him so good baby.” Colby presses his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing circles as Sam slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in.

Your moans fill the room, and they’re loud.

“That’s it baby, let em out.” Colby groans as he watches the scene in front of him, “Fuck, let me in there.” Sam slows his thrusts down, leaving you whimpering as Colby slowly slips his cock into your pussy, “Fucking hell.”

He angles the camera down by his side, capturing the moment.

You lay your hands on Sam’s, digging your nails into the top of his hands, “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Taking us so fucking well baby.” Sam kisses your head, “Almost done, okay?”

You nod and arch your back slightly, becoming a complete mess as they start to thrust into you.

You can fight it anymore. You clench around both of them, screaming out as you cum. Colby pushes your thighs back a little more with his one hand, moaning out as you cum around him.

“Shit.” He groans lowly, “I-I’m gonna fucking cum.” He digs his fingers into your thigh and tries to hold the camera steady as he fills you.

Sam is quick to follow.

You moan out as you feel them both twitching inside of you, whimpering as you relax from your own high,

Colby leans up, breathing heavy as he watches you, “Y/n, baby. You alright?”

You slowly lift your head, giving him a smile, “Never better.”

Colby bites his lip, nodding as he moves the camera to where you guys are still commenced, “Ready?” You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

He nods and slowly pulls out. He groans lowly as he watches his cum spill out and roll down towards Sam cock that’s still inside of you, “Fuck. Sam you’ll have to watch this.”

“Oh trust me. I want to.” Sam slowly lifts you as he pulls out himself, and Colby sucks in air as you push out Sam’s cum for him, “Fuck, baby.”

You giggle quietly, sighing as you roll off of Sam. He leans over, “I’ll go get the shower started, hang tight.” He places a kiss to your lips and you nod, “Okay.”

Colby sets the camera down and lays next to you, “You okay?” He brushes hair from your face and you lay a hand on his cheek, “I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

He chuckles and nods, “Yeah, that’s why I’m not going to let us watch it for a few days. Because I’m sure when we do..” he raises his brows and you laugh, “Oh I know.”

Sam comes back in, laying behind you, “You okay?” You nod, turning your head towards him, “Yes, baby.” He kisses your cheek, “Okay. Shower is ready.”

You slowly sit up and swing your legs off the bed, “Better hope that doesn’t get mixed in with your usual footage.” You laugh and look at them.

Colby’s eyes go wide, “Oh god, we’d have to fucking tweet something along the lines of um, hey guys, so that wasn’t your normal footage.. sorry for the.. the.. I don’t even know what we’d say.. I’d delete my accounts.. go rogue.” He laughs, “Colby Brock who?”

You laugh and look at Sam, “not if we uploaded it to the right website.” You wink and get up to walk to the bathroom.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like this was short, but also really good so that makes up for it. I hope you enjoyed!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hello you <3 your writing style is so smooth, I love it! So, I would like to ask you some smutty fruity juicy smut for Law my man, Kid (maybe it will make you accept this request more easily 😇), and Sanji. Something about how they would react after being teased all the day by their s/o, like bc she’s wearing some suggestives clothes or touching them in public etc. For a female reader, if possible. And regarding the kinks, do as you wish, I trust you with the result. Hope I made the request correctly and tysm for bringing our ideas to life <333 Oh, and you can add some more characters if you want! anon, please.

Hi there! Tysm for your kind words, I'm always a bit uncertain and unconfident when I have to write scenarios in other languages than my native one ;w; So, it means a lot to me ;w; I didn't add more characters bc you already pick two of my personal fav + my ultimate fav ♡. Anyway, the meal is ready, hope it will match your expectations, thank you for requesting!☆

☆Law, Kid & Sanji after being teased all the day by their s/o

CW (generals) : MDNI, f!reader, smut, teasing

WC : 3,3k

Law 

CW : dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation (usage of 'slut'), panties stuffing (mouth)

What a foolish game to tease Law. You know that, don't you? Law could write a complete book about teasing and still have much to say regarding this topic, in fact. So, sure, go ahead and tease him. Taunt him with this short skirt, bend just in front of him to grab the book you "accidentally" let fall, and try to annoy him while he's working in his office. He won't show anything, always keeping his cold and serious attitude in front of others. Law is pretty good when it comes to controlling himself. But inside, oh damn, his blood is boiling with pure desire to make you pay. Law is not one to let things fall, so he wants to avenge and he will do so.

And we all know Law is the king of shenanigans. While working, he would imagine a cruel scenario that would make you turn into a moaning, whimpering, and wet mess. He would keep thinking about it the entire day, holding back a mischievous grin as you continue to tease him. 

In fact, he thinks you're cute. You're putting in a lot of effort to tease him, but you have no knowledge about this topic. But it's fine, he'll teach you how it's done soon enough. 

Despite your attempts to annoy him, he's still working even though it's almost midnight. Even so, you enter his office once more, sitting at his desk, throwing his papers away. And you're wearing a really short skirt, one of his favorites. Slowly, you cross your legs, showing him the panties you're wearing under: again, one of his favorites. "Law, I'm bored" you whine, with wet puppy eyes.

And now the fun begins. Law would use his DF to 'room, shamble' you into your shared bedroom. Obviously, he would also lock the door from a distance. All you can do is wait for him. He won't let you go soon. He would continue working, taking pleasure in the silence and picturing your pitiful whines. 

After maybe two hours, he would finally join you, slowly opening the door to find you lying on the bed, all bored and eagerly waiting for the long wait. As you attempt to jump into his arms and say 'Law, you're here!', he would scowl mad at you and take off his hat without any consideration for you.

The aura surrounding him would only radiate anger and eagerness. "Get on the bed." And this is not a suggestion or a nice request coming out of his mouth, but an order. He rarely commands that directly, but when he does, you better obey really quickly. Honestly, you know it's not time to act like a brat anymore, so you should comply.

First thing first, Law would tie your wrists. "A naughty girl like you doesn't deserve to touch me." With that sentence, he would slowly remove his shirt, taking his time, playing with the buttons, and eventually revealing his bare tattooed chest. The one you love to fondle, kiss, bite, and even leave hickeys on. 

You're already squirming, anticipating being touched, anticipating intimacy with him, anticipating his skin touching yours. "Is there something wrong, y/n-ya?" Ah, yes. He would really take his time, slowly sliding his shirt down the ground, and running his beautiful tattooed hands through his hair. 

As you writhe, your short skirt goes up your thighs, revealing your panties that are already wet. "You're such a pathetic slut. You need me so badly already, y/n-ya?"

He would simply observe how your underwear is becoming more and more wet. He hasn't touched you yet. It doesn't matter if you squirm and beg, he won't care. You did that to yourself. You can try to untie yourself if you want, you're tightly tied. 

"Please Law, I'm sorry! I need you so bad! " 

" And you decided to tease me all the damn day to get my attention? You're such an eager slut. Now shut up and take it." 

Law would love to sit on the edge of the bed, close to you, but not enough to allow you to touch his skin. He would make you feel his presence, enjoying all of your pathetic whistling. And after a certain time, finally, without a word, he would run his skilled fingers along your body, touching you everywhere, avoiding your inner thighs in purpose. The more you contort and arch your back, the more he will tease you. He loves how you crave for his touch. 

As tears of frustration start to prickle at the corner of your eyes, he would roughly pinch your nipple. "Something wrong, y/n-ya?" He's tricky because if you beg for more, of course, he won't obey. And if you keep quiet, he would continue to torture your body, waiting for your answer. "That's how we tease someone, y/n-ya."

His hands would slowly, slowly, taking off your skirt and then, he would hook his thumbs under your panties, sliding them down your legs, inch by inch, revealing your bare pussy and damped folds to his eyes. "Law… I" And brutally, he would stuff your wet panties in your mouth. "Nice girls are the only ones allowed to speak." 

Your muffled complains would be pure music to his ears. He would continue to tease you, his fingers tracing patterns on your lower-stomach. Finally, sliding along your slit. "You're soaking wet for absolutely nothing." Oh, he would love to watch how your dripping core is aching, clenching around nothing, before slowly rubbing his fingers along your pussy.

"You're making a mess on the bedsheets. You better clean them right after I'm done with you. " 

He would push one finger into your pussy while you moan, your mouth still full of your own panties. Law is truly talented, even with just one finger. " One finger. That's all you deserved." 

His middle finger, which is nicely curled, would hit all your sweet spots when he circles your clit with his thumb. He would love to watch you trying to get more friction, more of him, more of his fingers. But he won't comply.

He would be painfully slow, thrusting his finger in and out of your body at an unrealistic slow pace, before brutally pushing in, and then, nice and slow again. Yes, it's frustrating, it makes you tense yourself in anticipation, and it's precisely what he's looking for. 

"See, I've told you one finger would be enough" as you cum violently all around his middle finger, making a mess on the bedsheets, with shivering thighs, shaky breath and pathetic whimpers. 

"I'm not done yet." 

Before sliding two fingers inside you. He would continue to rub your clit, hitting all your sweet spots, making you squirm on the bed as you try to untie yourself. But there is nothing you can do. You're sentenced to take more of his fingers, to cum again and again, your sensitive pussy aching and clenching.  

Then, he would take off his fingers, licking his tattoos covered in your wetness. And if you dare sigh of relief, he would slowly run his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. 

"Oh, y/n-ya, you're here for a long, long night."

Kid 

CW : Degradation, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk, v!sex, spanking, hair pulling, slight choking, Kid has a filthy mouth, size kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mention of anal sex

The master of rough sex.

Kid has absolutely no patience or self-control, and absolutely hates being teased. Whenever you tease him, his honest reaction is to grab you roughly by the wrist, pin you against the closet wall, and just fuck you roughly from behind. He doesn't give a damn if it's in a public place. 

But today is different because he can't have his fun with you. That damn reunion for the 'alliance thing' that he agreed to because of Killer is way too long, and you're teasing him under the table by rubbing your feet against his cock. Or showing him that you're wearing your red panties, his favorite ones. The poor Kid would hold onto the table, his phalanx white due to the intense effort he's making to maintain his composure. 

Don't you dare think about his thoughts right now, because all he can imagine is you being fucked roughly like the little slut you are

The moment the meeting is over, he would try to grab your hips and fuck you immediately. If you manage to escape his grip, sticking out your tongue to mock him before running to the Victoria Punk, oh, damn, you're doomed.

Kid would waste no time looking after you, with clenched fists and gritted teeth. No one would dare approach him because, honestly, his anger is wrapping him up like an aura. And we all know how Kid deals with annoying people. 

He would slam the door of your shared bedroom angrily. Kid would be even madder if you lie on the bed, giggling and pleased with your mischiefs. "Think you're funny, fuckin’ woman?" The way he spits his words in your face is quite frightening. Now, you're not laughing anymore. "'Gonna fuckin' ruin ya" 

That's all your waiting for, right?

With sloppy moves, he would let his coat fall on the ground, take off his shirt, and throw his boots away. Before ripping all of your clothes, including your panties, and crawling onto the bed, his impressive figure looming over you. He would shamelessly use his large metallic arm to crush you onto the mattress. The prosthetic hand would hold your upper body, with two metallic fingers around your throat and the rest wrapping around your waist. "Stay fucking still, slut."

As you squirm and start to moan, turned on by how dominant he's acting right now, he would scowl angrily. "Stop bein' so fuckin' loud" with a rough slap on your inner thighs.

He would love to watch how you look, pinned down and totally helpless. All you can do is take all of him. He would make you spread your legs, pushing your knees away, and force them to touch the bed sheets in a matting press position. 

The sensation of fitting your small body between his muscular thighs would be immensely attractive to Kid. He would slam roughly two thick fingers into your soaking wet pussy without any warning or consideration, hitting all your sweet spots. The only thing you're allowed to do is take it. You won't be going anywhere. Not with his metallic hand holding you still. 

As you moan and beg for more, he would laugh mockingly. "Shut the fuck up, slut." Without a word, he would take off his fingers covered in your wetness and force them into your mouth. "Suck them clean." 

He would probably make you gag and drool a bit, forcing his fingers down your throat, enjoying how tears are starting to prickle at the corner of your eyes. "Thought it would be funny to fuckin' mess with me?" 

After taking off his fingers, he would roughly flip you over on your stomach. "Ass up. Chest down. Now." And, as you comply, he would smash your head against the pillow, forcing your back to arch until your spine hurts. 

Kid would spank you with his heavy hand. The flesh one. Leaving red marks on your cheeks and spreading them apart brutally to watch your tight pussy clenching desperately around nothing.  "You're just a fuckin slut, Y/N, gettin’ soaked just for some fingering." 

Quickly, he would slide down his pants, just enough to free his large cock, leaking in pre-cum, throbbing and twitching with impatience. Then, slamming his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside you, and bullying your cervix with his thick length. "Take it all." As you cry out from how good he's filling you up. 

"Shut the fuck up" burying your head violently against the pillow if you start to moan. And if you continue to muffle, cry out, and whimpers, Kid would wrap his large hand around your throat, squeezing roughly, silencing you. 

He would slam his cock so hard, making your ass jiggle with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your wet pussy, with a sloshing, obscene sound. He would make sure you feel helpless under his control, enjoying how your breath becomes shallow and labored as you struggle to get enough air through your nose. "Don't fuckin' mess with me, Y/N. Never." 

He would love to watch how your inside is swallowing his cock, burying himself so deep that it feels like he's pounding your very core. 

"You keep sucking me in, you like my cock that much, lil slut?" 

The headboard slamming against the wall would cause the bed to creak. With his hand, Kid could either slap your ass or hold you still. And sure, his eyes would be glued to his cock, sliding roughly in and out of you, glistening, all covered by your wetness. 

As he pounded into you at a breaking-spine pace, he would grunt loudly and shamelessly, sweat dripping down his face. "Cry out for me all you want, fuckin' whore." 

He would pull you back onto his cock with each thrust, almost tearing you in half. He would use his exceptional stamina to his advantage, plowing into you repeatedly and showing no signs of slowing down. He won't stop if you don't use your safe word for a rough session. 

"Who's fuckin' you so well?" 

His ego would be immensely satisfied if you keep shooting his name.

His hand would grab your hair, pulling it roughly, almost breaking your neck, forcing you to look at him while he fucks you. Squeal for him, cry for him under his unforgiving pace. That's all he wants. "I don't even know why I'm fuckin' you. A slut like you doesn't deserve my cock." 

He would continue until your mind starts to melt into nothingness, leaving bruises all over your skin. Your moans and his low, animalistic grunts would fill the rooms. As you cum all around his cock, he would slap your ass, keep thrusting, and overstimulate you. And brutally, he would cum inside of you, his body shaking with the force of his release. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he would pull out, his member sliding out of you with a loud plop, followed by a large amount of white sticky fluid leaking out of you.

"Keep it in, slut." 

Slowly, his thumb would find its way to your asshole. "This hole deserves some attention too, right, slut?"

Good luck, you just awake a wild beast. He would be delighted to observe your struggle to walk the next morning. That's what you get for teasing him. No one messes with Eustass Kid.

Sanji 

CW : oral sex , fingering (reader receiving), slight food play, squirting, v!sex, Sanji is talking in French here and there 

Okay, but Sanji is almost always turned on by your simple presence. Our poor Sanji would struggle to even breathe if you decided to tease him. His eyes would always be glued to your every move. He would smoke more than usual, attempting to resist the urge to lift this beautiful dress and devour you.

Honestly, he would assume that you're angry with him. "Have I done something wrong today, Y/N?" With wet puppy eyes. 

Poor Sanji would be even more confused if you start laughing playfuly and lift up your dress slightly, revealing the elegant lace panties you're wearing today. He would struggle to cook, almost burn the dinner for the crew because his mind would be so dizzy. Oh, he would sacrifice everything to eat you out right here, right now, in front of anyone.

Sanji would cough loudly as you continue to tease him under the table during the diner with the rest of the crew. And once everyone has left the kitchen, Sanji would waste no time locking the door and just grabbing your hips and sitting you on the table. 

Let's remember the broken plates with a minute of silence.

"J'ai tellement besoin de toi, Y/N" (I need you so bad)

He would also ask you what he has done wrong today, and as you laugh and reply 'nothing, I just wanted to tease you,' Sanji would be relieved. "If my pretty girlfriend is needy, then, I have to take care of her. Je vais bien m'occuper de toi." (I gonna take care of you)

Sanji would use the environment to his advantage and cover your body with black chocolate, slowly licking your breasts covered in the warm liquid. "Tasting so good…" 

He would eat and treasure every inch of your skin, sucking on your nipples, pinching them slowly between his thumb and index finger while sucking on the other. Sanji is eager to please you and is happy to finally touch you after a long day of teasing.

He's a starving person, he would never be able to tease you back or just ignore you.

Sanji would slowly slide your panties down your legs. At the sight of your bare pussy, his cock would roughly press against the fabric of his pants. 

He would treat you like a queen even if you've been teasing him for the entire day. After all, you are his queen and you deserve the best.

While you remained on the table, he would ask "Are you comfortable?" and then kneel down and gently run his hands along your inner thighs. He would slowly bury his head between your legs. Being between your thighs is his favorite place. Pure heaven for Sanji.

Sanji, the oral sex king, would take his time, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly approaching your soaking wet pussy. "My pretty girl is so needy." 

He would eat you out by using his skills to make you moan his name loudly. Please grasp his hair and press his head harder against your lips. When you use him for your own pleasure, he loves it. His tongue flicking against your clit, he would smoothly slide two long fingers inside of you, curling them deeply inside of you. 

Sanji doesn't need anything but his skillful mouth and hands to make you feel good. Your responsiveness is something he loves. He would love to feel your legs wrapped around him as he continues to drink all of your juice as if it were a glass of red wine. 

With a gentle touch, he would intensify the passion, his tongue licking harder at your clit, and his fingers perfectly curled against all your sweet spots. Although he's patient, he's also battling against his own urge to take off his pants and slide his cock deep into your hot and wet pussy.

He would look at you, enjoying how your face is twisted in nothing but pure ecstasy. "You're always making the prettiest noises for me" before returning back to his duty: making you cum.

And that's what you do, squeezing his head between your thighs, grabbing a full hand of blond hair, cumming hard against his lips and around his fingers nicely curled inside you. 

Sanji would drink all of your juice, continue to eat you out, until you cum again. And again. You teased him all the day, now, he can't get enough of you. He wants more, he needs more. He would leave you with your legs shaking and turn you into a pathetic whiny mess. "Too much!" He would continue until you squirt on his face, your mind so dizzy that you can't feel your own orgasms anymore.

Finally, he would stop, licking his lips and glistening with your wetness. "Tu es si bonne, je ne peux pas m'arrêter." (You taste so good, I just can't stop.)

He would not expect you to return the favor. But it would be cruel to leave him with an uncomfortable erection. You're not cruel. Right? 

If you decide to let him slide his cock inside you, he would moan so loudly and shamelessly. The prettiest moans. You just feel so good. 

He would fuck you on the table, in all the positions, worshipping every single inch of your body until you're both exhausted.

[wilbursprincess]

Superstar bur or simpbur dealing with a bratty bottom w/ a breeding kink?

No I'm not calling myself out

💕

“We Both Know Who’s In Charge, Darling”

Superstarbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Dom!Superstarbur, Sub!Reader, Brat!Reader, blowjob, brat taming, breeding kink (use protection, kids), spanking, begging, praising and degrading, plenty of aftercare, is this the unholiest fic yet?

Hi anon… you called me out too <3 ANYWAY I’ve been wanting to write something along these lines for quite some time, but now that I have an ask… I have my coffee, new Hermitcraft to watch, and I am ready :D

I took a lot of inspiration from @clitsuckerer for the blowjob scene (her fics are some of the best I’ve read on here! Apple Of My Eye, Gamer Fingers, and Mommy Vibes are my favorites).

Fic below cut!

“Aww, look at you, all dressed up for me,” Wilbur coos, admiring the tight red dress hugging every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Don’t you think it’s a bit long, though?”

I reach behind me, tugging at the hem barely covering my ass. “Very funny. How long until our dinner reservation?”

Standing behind me, I feel his hands trace down my waist, out to my hips, palming and squeezing my ass. “Long enough. What do you say?”

“Aw, someone can’t control himself.” I murmur sweetly, giggling as his gaze hardens. “Why don’t you try asking nicely?”

Wilbur smirks, lifting me onto the kitchen counter and nudging my legs apart with his knee. “Why don’t you try asking nicely?” His fingers slip up my thigh, tracing lazy circles. “We both know who’s in charge, darling.”

“Do we?” I retort, tugging on his tie.

Two fingers nudge past my thong, slipping inside me and curling to hit the perfect spot, making me swallow down a groan. “We do,” Wilbur says sternly. “I can feel how wet you are all over your thighs, darling. You really like to run that little mouth of yours, hm?”

“Whatever, you love it,” I say sweetly. “Or is that just something in your pocket?”

Wilbur doesn’t reply, just pumps his fingers in and out of me faster. My forehead falls onto his shoulder, his other hand reading behind me to help me ride his fingers.

“There you go, darling,” he whispers. “There you go. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

I’m too far gone to do anything else, my kisses turning into nibbles and bites as I get closer and closer. Just as my core tightens, the pleasure reaching a peak…

He stops.

“Wilbur, c’mon,” I whine. “Why?”

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” He says, amusement clear in his voice. “No, I just thought that since you like to run your mouth that much, you should be putting it to better use.”

I’m too frustrated to reply, letting myself be scooped into Wilbur’s arms and carried into our bedroom. He sets me on the floor, just in front of the edge of our bed, sitting in front of me and loosening his tie.

“Go on, you know what to do,” he says sweetly.

“And why should I?” I retort with a sly smile. “If you didn’t let me finish, why should I get you off?”

“Because if you do, then I’ll reward you.” Wilbur replies, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Reward me how?”

“By railing you so hard into the mattress, all you’ll be able to say is ‘Yes, Wilbur.” He says, crossing his arms and looking smug. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I oblige.

“Good girl,” he praises me, unbuttoning his fly and tapping his cock a few times on my tongue. “Aww, I love seeing you so eager to suck me off.”

Wilbur roughly grabs my hair, tugging on it as I bob my head up and down. My eyes water as he slides deeper into my throat, but I keep going, desperate to please him.

“Look at that,” he observes once I’ve got all of him in my mouth, not a small feat by any means. “You were being such a brat earlier, and now you’re desperate to take me all in your throat.”

Obviously, I can’t reply, face burning from how smug he sounds.

I let him use my mouth however he wants, his hand on the nape of my neck letting him set pace and thrust. I fight my gag reflex, spit dripping down onto my chin as he nudges deeper into my throat.

“You take my cock so well,” Wilbur murmurs, moaning in satisfaction. “Damn, it’s almost like you were made to, my God.”

The praise makes me wetter, squirming around on the floor of our bedroom.

I pull back a little to start stroking him, too, which, depending on how you see it, was either a mistake or a genius idea. A few seconds later, he groans and explodes, coating my throat, lips, and chin in sticky white.

Panting, I lick everything off my lips, wiping my chin, looking up at Wilbur and waiting for my praise.

“Fucking hell,” he gasps, smiling at the remnants on my face. “Get on the bed and take off your clothes.”

You don’t have to tell me twice.

I unbuckle my heels and tug off my dress and thong, groaning as I watch Wilbur’s shirt hit the floor, followed by his pants and underwear.

“Turn around, baby,” he murmurs, and when I do, he slides his arm into the curve of my waist and rubs himself through the slick between my thighs. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

“Says the man who came about 5 seconds after I started using my hand in a blowjob,” I giggle, pressing my ass against him. “Go on, you were saying something about ruining me?”

His hand harshly slaps the smooth skin. “You little brat.”

“You love it,” I retort. “And you know I’m into getting spanked.”

Stinging pain hits the left, the right, and the left again. “You sure you want to play it like this?”

“Always.” I give Wilbur my biggest, brattiest smile over my shoulder, letting out a moan when he gives me another harsh spank. “Be careful, you don’t want to hurt your wrist.”

“Your ass is going to be red raw when I’m finished with you,” he says, giving me the hardest spank yet and smiling when I yelp. “It might not make you learn your lesson, but it sure is fun.”

I sigh happily. “Sure is.”

After one last slap, he slides his cock through the wetness coating my thighs, pushing himself inside slowly, the two of us moaning in unison until he’s fully buried inside me.

“So wet for me, baby girl,” Wilbur says, pushing on my lower back so my ass arches higher. “You look so good from this angle.”

“You sure it’s all in?” I coo. “Not sure I feel anything.”

He thrusts into me so hard I gasp, burying my face in my arms. “What was that?” Wilbur says dangerously, tugging sharply on my hair. “Say it again? Didn’t quite hear you.”

All I manage is a moan, and he snorts in satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.”

I hate how smug he sounds, but my head’s too fuzzy to complain. The only sounds filling the room are Wilbur’s groans, my soft moans, and the sound of bare skin on bare skin. He’s got a firm grasp on my hair, letting me bounce back against his thrusts so he hits me even deeper.

“Can’t run your mouth when you’re getting fucked dumb?” He taunts, tugging my hair to make me nod. “That’s my little cockslut.”

My legs feel like jelly, the only thing holding me up is Wilbur’s arm firmly in the curve of my waist. My knees are shaking so much that it looks like my entire body is quaking under him, and it’s clear he’s enjoying how much of a shaky mess I am.

“I’m close,” I manage to sigh out, groaning when Wilbur slows down. “What are you doing?”

He chuckles. “Since you couldn’t bite your tongue earlier, it only makes sense you want to keep talking. Beg for it.”

“Wilbur!” I say indignantly as he lets go of my hair and rests a thumb on my clit. “Please!”

“Please what, baby girl?” To really rub salt in the wound, he circles my clit a few times. “What do you want?”

“I want…” I swallow down the moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. “You.. to let me-“

My sentence cuts off as he lays yet another harsh spank on my ass. “What was that? You cut off.”

Frustrated tears prick the corners of my eyes. “You cut me off!”

“Life isn’t fair, princess,” he says lightly, flicking my clit a few times and laughing as my knees shake. “What were you saying?”

“Let me finish!” I finally cry out. “Please, let me finish!”

Wilbur pretends to be surprised at my answer. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

I’m too exhausted to even balk at that, not bothering to muffle the noises I’m making as he finally pushes me closer and closer to my climax.

“You want me to fill you up, darling?” He whispers, holding himself back from finishing before me. “You want me to breed you?”

“God, yes, please,” I moan out, practically screaming as he tips me over the edge and I ride out the waves of pleasure. Just as I’m slowly coming down from my shattering high, I hear Wilbur let out a long, low moan and bury his head in my shoulder as he spills inside me. The warmth fills me from the inside out as he makes no move to pull out.

“Wouldn’t want to let any of this go to waste, huh?” He murmurs softly, flipping me onto my back, replacing his cock with his fingers and thrusting his cum back into me. “There we go, sweetheart.”

His lips meet mine in a gentle, tender kiss, all the dominance gone in a heartbeat. “You alright? I wasn’t too rough?”

I sleepily shake my head. “You’re good. Are we late for the reservation?”

Wilbur nods. “We are. It’s ok, though, I’d rather spend the evening in bed with you.”

“But it’s with so many music producers!” I gasp, trying to sit up. “This could be monumental for you and your band-“

“No, baby, it’s fine,” he promises. “There will be plenty more chances for my band. Spending time with you is far more important.”

The soft glow of love washes over my entire body, and I nestle closer into his chest. “Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure about something in my life,” Wilbur murmurs. “How about we go have a shower together and polish off the rest of that chocolate cake in bed afterwards? Maybe watching a movie as well?”

I kiss his forehead. “You’re speaking my language.”

[lightlycareless]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8K3KxtG/

I feel like if this happened to Naoya after he let his hair go natural he’d probably be booking an appointment to the salon that day XD

Heya anon!!!

OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAH I love how we all agree that Naoya dyeing his hair black once his roots show (or just not dyeing it at all) is like a bad idea lmao. Just like the top comment said, it was the only thing keeping the family together 😂😂😂😂

Anyways, this was such a treat to write. I'm always down for domestic yn/naoya shenanigans + our adorable naomi!!!!

warnings: none. fluff. naoya regrets his life. lol.

Happy reading!!!

Naoya deciding to dye his hair completely black wasn’t one that he chose personally, it was simply… a consequence of his surroundings.

He’d been out on missions for too long, that his dye naturally began to fade out, showing his dark roots and prompting him with the idea of…

“All black?” you ask; both were on videocall when he suggested the idea—Naoya stationed in some remote village he was deployed in, still days away from returning. “I haven’t seen you wear that look since… forever I think.”

“Naomi definitely hasn’t seen me like that.” He comments, and at the revelation, you gasp.

“Oh my god, that is true!” you smile. “Do you think she’ll notice? I don’t think so, she’s still pretty young… Though I know she’ll be happy to see her handsome papa again! Black hair, or not.”

Naoya smiles.

“I can’t wait to come back home either; it’s been horrible without my two princesses.”

“Well, hurry back! We’re tired of waiting for you…”

Naoya takes it seriously when you tell him to hurry, quick to finish whatever mission he was in before catching the earliest flight back home, but not without making one last stop; he usually dyed his hair by his own at that point, was considering so too…

But he wanted to make this a special surprise. It had been quite some time since he last mentioned it, so he’s sure you’ve probably forgotten about it by now, thus setting up the perfect opportunity to carry out his plans.

To say that he was excited about this whole ordeal was an understatement. Naoya was really looking forward to this change, and all because of one simple reason: Naomi’s reaction.

Ever since his little bundle of joy was born, life had become far more enjoyable, even with the littlest, most mundane of things. All had become a thrilling adventure he couldn’t wait to share with his daughter.  

Naoya never thought he’d ever come to enjoy the wonders of being a father, always thought it to be tedious, boring. And most importantly, fated to be with someone he wouldn’t care for.

But then you happened, and with time, little Naomi, completely changing his perspective of life.

Whatever thing he did, the sight of his adorable baby girl would cross his mind, wondering what kind of reaction she’ll have for the new toy he’ll bring her after the mission, her cute babbles whenever telling her of his day, as if she knew what he was saying…

Or in this scenario, if Naomi would be able to recognize him after completely dyeing his hair black.

A part of him hopes—no, knows so, because he knows his baby girl to be very attentive, and there’s something sweet about a daughter being able to distinguish her father through all circumstances.

Luckily, he won’t have to wait much to get his answer, for as soon as his hair was done, he went straight back to the estate, not even bothering to let you know beforehand (just to add to the surprise), eventually making a beeline to you, quickly taking you in his arms before you could even muster a hello and kissing you—it’s only when he pulls away that you’re able to acknowledge him, and his new hairstyle.

“Naoya! You dyed your hair black!” you bubbled, threading your fingers into his locks to relish both its softness and nostalgic color. “And your home too!”

“I did.” He smiles, leaning in to steal another kiss. “I’m home.”

“Ah, I missed you so much.” You sigh, resting your head against his chest. “Please tell me you’re not leaving until much, much later.”

“2 weeks.” He says sorrowfully—it’s more than last time, but still…

“…Well, let’s not talk about that anymore—let’s focus instead on our time together, with our adorable baby who missed you so much!”

“Where is she?” Naoya asks with unparalleled enthusiasm. “Is she awake?”

“With my staff, and yes, she just woke up actually!” You say, grabbing his hand and guiding him back to your shared bedroom. “Let’s go, now—I want to see her reaction to your new hair color!”

Just as you foretold, little Naomi was happily enjoying the company of your loyal staff, Mariya, Haruko and Hitomi, who treated your adorable baby as she were their own niece, taking her wherever they could when you’d unfortunately end up caught up with duties, which Naomi didn’t mind, if anything, she was all to happy to be spoiled rotten (even more) by her aunts!

And how could she not? With all their gifts and antics, Naomi was nothing if not overjoyed to be the center of their attention!

Yet, nothing they did could ever compare t0 the happiness of seeing her father return home, the papa that you always made sure to remind her loved her very much, even through the distance that is often imposed by his job.

Once the family is reunited, your staff bids their regards to Naoya before leaving, allowing much needed privacy for the sweet moment that is to occur next. they leave to give them much needed privacy,

“Naomi!” Naoya says as soon as he laid eyes on his little bundle of joy, swooning when noticing the cute romper you’d dressed her up in, the same one he got her a few weeks ago: the yellow one with a little duck stitched in the front pocket. “My little mochi, I’m home!”

He reaches for her, extending his arms to pick her up and give her all the kisses and hugs he’s been holding onto since he left, completely forgetting about the reaction he so desperately wanted to see—

But the moment he does so, Naoya feels his baby tense up, a soft whine escaping her lips as her chubby little hands attempted to push him away, a reaction so different to her usually bubbly, welcoming personality, that his heart couldn’t help but shatter a bit in return.

“What’s wrong, dumpling?” He asks. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Nnngah!” Naomi cries as she attempts to push him away once more, but Naoya persists, that is, until a sharp wail makes him realize it was something graver.

“Naomi, why are you crying??” Naoya frets, attempting to comfort her by gently rocking her—to no avail. “Is it your diaper?? Or are you hungry??”

It takes you a few moments to understand what’s happening, but when you do, you’re not even able to laugh about it, too preoccupied instead in comforting your poor crying daughter, who was upset from innocently confusing her papa for Naobito’s son #27.

She shouldn’t be blamed—couldn’t. Naomi was still in the age where she has difficulties setting apart those that similarly look like her father, after all, like the rest of Naoya’s brothers.

Naomi was only able to calm down after you took her back into her arms, the only person she seemed to recognize at the moment, gently bouncing her until her cries eventually diminished.

But the damage was done, and as soon as your little mochi was placed back onto her crib, too tired out from crying, Naoya rushes straight to the exit, mind set on one thing:

“I’m dying my hair back blonde.”

“Naoya—It’s just a matter of her getting used to you!” you gasp, attempting to stop him. “You don’t need to do that!”

“I don’t want her to cry because of me ever again.” He insists. “I’ve already arranged the appointment; I’m heading out now. And while I’m at it, I’ll also buy Naomi more toys, hopefully she’ll be able to forgive me.”

“That won’t—” you wish to push the idea out of Naoya’s mind, tell him that perhaps he’s exaggerating, but you could see the sadness in his eyes, that notion that he genuinely believed needed this to feel better about himself.

So, you let him, giving him a kiss while asking him to not to do anything outrageous; Naoya’s spending could be quite… excessive when upset, you’d know that better than anyone. Although something tells you it might be worse now that Naomi is involved…

Nonetheless, by the time Naoya returns with his hair effectively back to blonde, Naomi is now able to identify him as her beloved papa, cheerfully reaching out for him to receive her well-deserved dosage kisses and hugs, as well as all the toys he brought along to ease his mistakes—it’s almost like that unspeakable incident never occurred! Much to Naoya’s delight.

And while upsetting at the moment, this is an anecdote you’d eventually recount with humor in the future, about the time Naomi didn’t recognize her father because of his hair dye, and how Naoya almost went to the end of the world to redeem himself.

Though both would deny it, of course. Thankfully, you have a good memory.

I'm sorry I had to call Naoya Naobito's son #27 but let's be real, they all look alike (In my hc that is) HOW COULD NAOMI NOT CONFUSE HIM? HAHAHAHAH Poor man, well, thankfully Naomi forgave him once he fixed his mistake :) you won't see Naoya with black hair anymore, though you'd come to regret not being able to "relieve the good ol days" 😳😳😳😳

Anyways, thank you sososos much for sending in this I LOVE DOMESTIC AU WITH NAOYA our redeemed little dork. Ah, I really needed this after last chapter's ordeal 😏 keep 'em coming 🤭

Now, take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[lefarte]

Literally no one has done it so could you pretty please do Abella NSFW HeadCannons (or an m!reader fic if you got the time) 🙏. I'll name my protractor after you if you do

Who wrote this one 😭 yall are crazy

Also I expect that protractor to be named after me. Keep your promise anon

Reader is GN but has a pp… or I guess you could imagine it as a strap if you’re a coward

The nights in prehevil were growing longer, and colder.

At first it was a cold autumn chill. But as the days went by, the wind turned dry, the kind of cold that chills your bones. Your fingers stopped tingling, it got to the point where the numbness ached. Not even hiding in a house would help because the walls were so thin you could hear the banging from outside, and the thin layer of dust coating everything had turned into frost.

Abella was such a sweet girl. She even blushed when she offered to hold your hand.

It was hard to focus, was the thing. Abella would sometimes ruffle your hair when she gave you those huge bear hugs and… pressed you rather deep into her chest until you had to whine and tap her on the shoulder.

Once, she had bent over to pick something up - you don’t know what it was, you weren’t paying attention, and she kind of chortled at you and said, “I guess… people like this kind of thing, right?”

She thought she was being sly there.

As the night turned into the wee hours of the morning, she had begged you to get some sleep for five minutes straight. She was right, your eyebags were darker than they’d ever been when you caught your reflection in the old broken mirrors. You were becoming unsteady. You couldn’t hide it.

“Come on,” She tugged your hand. “I want you to sleep. I need you to sleep. We have to be in our best condition, ja?”

“Abella…” You rasped. “I can’t… I can’t sleep.”

“Do you not feel safe? I can keep watch-“

“No,” You swallowed. “You can sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

She gave you a disappointed look. “I won’t be able to sleep until you sleep. You know that.”

You looked at her for a moment, but quickly lost composure when she crossed her arms at you. Her strong arms…

“Fine,” You muttered. “Let’s go sleep.”

She nodded happily. She took you to a cozy little bookshop, a place you had stopped by before and deemed as safe enough.

“Oh no…” She looked away from you, to not expose her happy face. “…there’s only one bed!”

You paused. “We’ve been here before.”

“Oh, right.”

“…”

“Well… I guess we just… have to sleep in the same bed?” She looked at you hopefully. “It’s cold, anyway.”

“Fine, fine.”

She pumped her fist.

You crawled into bed, then her. She took off her boots, then undid her hair, and her overalls, though she was wearing shorts underneath. You simply sat facing each other for a moment.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I like you.”

You smiled. “I did notice. You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”

“I don’t really… flirt with people,” She said. “I’m just doing what the books taught me.”

“Well, I like you too.”

“You do?” She smiled. “I’m happy. I’ve liked you for a long time. I think you’re my favorite person. I want to call you my honey, and my love, and I want to hold hands every day. Do we kiss now?”

“Yes, we kiss now,” You murmured. “We can hold hands whenever you want, every day. And I’ll hug you every day, too, and kiss you all the time… You’re too good to me, Abella.”

“Oh,” She leaned close, her nose touching yours while she looked into your eyes. “I really… you’re sweet… let’s kiss…”

She held your face for a moment, just looking. Your lips touched, you held each other. Relishing each others touch. For the first time since coming to this damn town, you felt warm.

“I want you,” she sighed. “I want you tonight. I’m so pent up, god.”

“I’ve been thinking about something for a while…”

She looked up at you confusedly.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you read those books, Abella.”

She gasped, her face flushing red. Her fingers quivered in excitement. “Oh god… you’re driving me crazy. Okay, I will. Watch me.”

She pulled down the blanket to reveal her muscular form, her pretty hips and her well-built legs. “This is how I do it…”

Her hand slid under her briefs, with her other hand, she slowly pulled up her shirt, holding it up by her teeth. She grabbed a tit, giving it a squeeze, before gently circling a finger around her areola. You could see how she grinded against her hand while rubbing her clit, looking at you with sweet puppy eyes, urging you to go on.

You were happy to oblige. You slung your shirt off in a hurry and pulled your pants down, your cock already upright and leaky.

“I’ve never seen one in real life!” Her eyes widened.

You slowly took a fist to your hand, giving it a long stroke. “What kinds of things do you read about?”

She sighed and rubbed her nipple with her finger. “I read books where… the handsome rich man sweeps the girl off her feet… then he takes her to his mansion, and he comes on to her… he touches her, and she raises her skirt, and…”

You can’t help but stroke yourself a bit more vigorously. “Go on. Don’t stop. Tell me it…”

“He picks her up, and puts her on the bed, and spreads her legs… then he starts kissing her thighs, and squeezing her hips… then he licks her, down there, until she can’t stop cumming…”

“You’d like me to do that to you? Tell me another…”

She’s pulled her shorts off entirely, letting you hear the pretty sounds of her wet pussy.

“Another… the man takes the girl out to the beach…” she moaned. “He starts going, ‘you’re so hot’… pulling her close, and they kiss hard… he takes her bikini off… she goes, ‘what if someone sees?’…”

“And then, let me guess, she rides him on the beach?”

“Yeah… backwards.” She laughed a little and closes her eyes, reveling in the moment. “I’ve never done this kind of thing in front of anyone… I like it… I don’t want to stop…”

Your hand gently traced over the soft skin of her chest. She nodded at you to go on. Squeezing it felt so good and soft in your hand, warm and squishy like dough. Even better than you’d imagined it to be. You felt it jiggle, it was mesmerizing. You were completely distracted until she pushed you straight into her chest.

“I like you there,” She panted. “I can keep you safe there…”

You might have choked in there, but the sweet scent felt so soft and intoxicating that you didn’t care. You couldn’t help but lather her chest in kisses, until your mouth suddenly met her nipple. She held you to it by your hair, rubbing her clit furiously with a wet, slick sound.

“I’m close,” Her breath hitched.

Your hands sped up too, fucking your hand like it was her. Your precum was dribbling onto the sheets, you didn’t even care. Her hand gripped your hair tighter as her moans became more frequent. Your tongue gently prodded at her nipple, playing with it and sucking on her.

“I’m really - ah —“

Her legs began to shake from how she was fingering herself deep past her knuckles. The bed was getting wet under her, from her sweat and her fluids. Her back arched with delight, and her head rolled back, gritting her teeth.

She suddenly relaxed deeply. She collapsed into the bed like all her strength had been drained. Slowly, a thick mess of cum gathered from her thighs.

“Oh, wow.. I.. that was really nice…”

She slowly climbed up, and then wrapped her legs around you. Her hand trailed over your body, before squeezing your hips.

“That’s not fair, is it…. You didn’t get to finish…”

[nirvanawrites111]

May I Have Your Attention Please Part 2

(Sub!Seonghwa x Reader, Sub!Hongjoong x Reader)

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader, Hongjoong x Reader

Fem Reader, She/her pronouns

Word Count: 2749

Tw: Spanking Hwa receiving, mention of drug dealing/Gangteez life, mentions of killing, thinking about killing hwa, but trust me you won’t.

oral (fem receiving)

Part 1 Here

Smut below the cut!

A/n: Also I start writing this after I published Part 1 last night. So, shoutout to Anon for your suggestion. I think this is becoming a series. Lets see how my ADHD works lol

“It’s been a few weeks since we last saw each other. How’s everything going?” Seonghwa asks you, taking a sip of his martini.

You scan his body language and he has some nerve to try to be all concerned and formal like he’s not a damn snitch.

You know the street code anyone who crosses you got to go. You reach into your purse and grip the cool metal inside of your bag. You could kill so quick and clean up the body without hesitation.

“I want to know how you know Hongjoong?” You skip the pleasantries and small talk about your life. You need to know why he decided to have such loose lips around him.

“Oh.” Seonghwa talks another sip of his drink, but this time he finishes the entire glass and places it in front of him. He toys with his ring on his finger and avoids eye contact with me.

“Eyes on me, Hwa.” Your tone is solid and firm. This isn’t the time to go soft on him.

Thankfully, you are in a private dining room in a fancy restaurant. The many perks of domming a billionaire. Money and access aren’t an issue.

Seonghwa’s eyes flicker up to you and he visibly swallows hard. “A childhood friend. Why do you bring him up?”

“Cut the bullshit. Hongjoong seemed to be aware of our arrangement.”

Seonghwa’s fingers stroke the flute of his martini glass. “We were drinking and it slipped out.”

“How did it come up?”

“I don’t know. He asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I told him about you. Which led to me sharing how you dominate me. I shouldn’t have spilled that information. Y/n, I’m really sorry.”

You let go of the trigger and release your gun from my hand.

Seonghwa is the least bit wiser of your consideration of killing him.

As you recline comfortably in your plush chair, you observe the person before you, their body language speaking volumes. It becomes evident that a tinge of remorse tugs at their demeanor, seemingly regretful for the words that flowed unchecked from their lips moments ago.

Seonghwa’s eyes, once brimming with confidence, now betray a subtle hint of contrition, as if they wish they could retract the spoken utterances.

A flicker of vulnerability dances across their face, accentuated by a slight downturn at the corners of their mouth.

Plus, you enjoy being with Seonghwa and if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t had Hongjoong curious about you. Which you still can’t get that thought out of your head.

Your night with Hongjoong was intense. You can still see him naked on that hotel bed. The way he looked all innocent and shy while you were pounding his ass.

Your business is afloat again and you have product moving on the streets as you speak. You don’t have to worry about losing anymore money.

Sure, you could have asked Seonghwa for the money. But, you don’t like him funding your business. You want to keep him away from this lifestyle as much as possible.

He’s your safe haven outside of the dangerous street life. This isn’t meant for everyone to experience. You want to keep him as pure as possible.

But, you are still not sure why he’s associating with Hongjoong.

“Yes, you’re sorry. But, that was fucked up, Hwa. You know you owe me for that.”

“Yes, goddess. I do. I’ll do anything to make up for it.”

“Or, you’re going to do anything. But, I will let you know how you can repay me.”

“Gladly. It won’t happen again.”

“So, why are you hanging around a drug dealer anyways? You’re not funding his business, right?”

“Of course. You told me to stay away from your lifestyle. We just catch up sometimes. He was the only Korean at my pre-school so we’ve always bonded over that.”

“Hwa stand up and drop your pants.”

You reach into your bag and grab your paddle. There is no way you are going to let him off the hook that easy.

Seonghwa does what you say and assumes the position. He places his hands on the table.

You come behind him. “Hwa, you know we can’t have loose lips like that. If I adhere to street code I would have had to drop you, baby. I don’t want to do that, right?”

You wack his ass with your wooden paddle engraved with “Daddy’s Bitch”.

Seonghwa jolts a bit, but it’s not enough for your liking. You need him to feel it. “Right, I’m sorry.”

You wack him again because you need him to understand the nature of your relationship with you. “You’re sorry, who?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Good, you always learn quick. Listen, I’m going light on you because I have something to do. But, don’t make that mistake again.”

“Yes, daddy.”

You rub his ass and kiss where it’s visibly red. “Now, I know you miss having my tongue in your ass. But, I can’t give that type of affection to a snitch. Right?”

“Yes, daddy. It will not happen again.”

You stand up and toss your paddle into your bag. You toss your purse onto your shoulder. “Listen, I gotta run. But, we will see each other soon.”

“I look forward to it,” Seonghwa speaks and pulls up his pants.

You play it cool and put on your sunglasses. You exit out of the dining room and head for the door. Your driver is waiting for you and he opens the back door for you.

You look at your phone and Hongjoong’s number flash across the screen. You groan at the site of his name coming into your current vision.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Hi, Y/n. I just want to confirm that the product was enough to hold you over. Have you found a distributor yet?”

“My business operations are not any of your concern, Hongjoong.”

“You know I can’t get you out of my head from the other night.”

You always try to act like you are such a tough cookie. But, the truth is you can’t either. There was something so sexy about being with Hongjoong. Sure, you two have always been in competition with each other. But, now things seem different.

You are starting to dip into the personal side of things and it scared the shit out of you.

“Is that so?” You humor him for a bit. You need to see where his head is.

“Yes. Have dinner with me tonight, Y/n.”

No. You cannot get yourself caught up with Kim Hongjoong. Next thing you know you’ll be his weekly eye candy on his arm until he gets tired of you. You know how he gets down.

A different chick on his arm everytime you see him. You like to live discreet. You don’t want anyone knowing who are choose to sleep with. He’s trying to distract you.

“I’m busy, tonight.”

“C’mon, Y/n. I make a mean spaghetti. I know it’s your favorite.”

“Who told you that?”

“Don’t worry about that. Let me make you dinner to thank you for that amazing night.”

“Joong, it was business. That’s it and that’s all.”

“I know. But, this isn’t a date. It’s a business dinner. That’s all.”

“Fine. Where do you live?”

“I’ll come pick you up. I have manners y’know?”

“Okay.”

***

The doorbell rings and you open the door to see Hongjoong standing there with your favorite flowers in hand. His blonde hair is slicked back and he’s wearing an open white dress shirt with lacy see-through sleeves. A Cuban link adorns his neck and his usual jeans are replaced by slacks.

“Hi,” Hongjoong says sweetly and blushes.

“Hi,” you reply. The two of you are staring at each other for a few moments. You can’t believe how good he looks and how much effort he’s put into this.

“Uh, sorry,” Hongjoong snaps out of whatever trace you have him and he shakes head. “These are for you. I got you a vase, too. I didn’t know if you had one.”

“Uh, thank you.” You grab the flowers and say, “You can come in.”

Hongjoong follows you into your home and you place the flowers on the living room table. The two of you sit down on your couch.

“I forgot to ask did you have any food allergies?”

“Nope. I can eat anything.”

“Good.”

“Well, let’s go back to my place and enjoy that meal I promised you.”

You stand up and you have an urge to straddle him. Slip your tongue into his mouth and make him scream your name. But, you remember this is just a thank you dinner. Nothing more and nothing less.

***

Hongjoong opens the passenger door of his corvette for you. “Your chariot awaits.”

Hongjoong curses himself inside of his head. He glares at you to see if you’ll respond to his comment, but you just laugh at it.

He watches you get in and closes the door behind you. He hops into the driver’s seat and drives off to his place.

The car ride is silent but Hongjoong decides to break the ice.

“So, do you need me to help you find a distributor?”

“I got one, but thanks for the offer.”

“Do you want those corner boys back?”

“Hell no. If they will leave me so easily then they were never loyal to me. Plus, I replaced them anyways.”

“Yeah, I mean that’s the easy part. The hard part is ensure they are loyal.”

“Oh, I know they are loyal. So, I’m not worried.”

Once the two of you arrive at his place he gets out of the car and opens the door for you. Hongjoong helps you out of the car.

“Nice home.”

“I know it’s a lot for a single person.”

“Yeah, I get it. That’s why I enjoy my apartment. But, one day I will get a house once I leave this life.”

“Oh, you want to leave the game?”

“Yeah, I can’t do this forever. I want kids and a partner. What about you?”

Hongjoong had no idea you wanted those things. It doesn’t make it any better than he’s been dreaming about how all those things with you since you took hooked up.

“Uh, the streets is all I know. But, I think for the right person I could give it all up.”

“Exactly. I know you didn’t get this house for just yourself. You’re not scared in here by yourself?” You walk around his place exploring.

For a split second Hongjoong can picture you in this house as if it’s also yours. With little children following behind you.

But, before that he would love to be collared and walked all over his marble floors trailing behind you. The fact that you tower over him doesn’t make it any better.

Hongjoong snaps out of his thoughts and heads to the kitchen. He’s already prepped and washed everything for tonight. He grabs everything out of his fridge and place it on the counter.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Wine, please.”

Hongjoong grabs it out of the wine chiller and opens it with the automatic open. He grabs two glasses and places it in front of you. You are sitting in a high top chair at the kitchen island.

“Coming right up,” Hongjoong replies.

Hongjoong pours wine into your glass and his. He hands you your glass and you both cling your glasses together. “Cheers to new beginnings,” Hongjoong says.

“Cheers.”

Hongjoong can’t help but admire how beautiful you look tonight. Your hair is in full curls just like the other night with a red lip. Your makeup is light, but still makes a statement to enhance your natural beauty.

You are the perfect one for him. You are beautiful, smart, and one of the biggest drugpins in the game.

So, he doesn’t have to pretend he’s someone he’s not to appeal to you. You can understand him in ways that no one else can understand.

***

Hongjoong begins cooking and you sip more on your wine. You walk around his massive kitchen. You look all how neat and organized everything is.

The two of you have engaged in conversations about the street life, relationships, friendships, food, and so much more. You never realized how deep this man is.

“I like a man that cooks,” You stand next to him at the stove. You are amazed at how he knows his way around the kitchen. Everything is fresh and smells so good. You don’t remember if you’ve ever had a man cook for you.

“I like a woman who is dominant.”

That for whatever reason sends a signal to your center and you want nothing more than to have him again. This attraction to him is foreign, but you can’t deny you are having fun with him.

You hear Hongjoong cut off the burner and you sit on the counter behind him. You lift your dress to your hips and spread your legs.

Hongjoong turns around and immediately freezes in place.

“You want to thank you.. eat my pussy, slut,” You command. You are tired of playing games with him and dancing over the fact that are attracted to him.

Hongjoong doesn’t even blink he charges in between your legs and laps away at your already wet pussy. His desire to please you is so obvious. He lovingly serves you with so much ease and precision.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this,” Hongjoong moans against your cunt and you gush a little. You’ve been trying to hold back all night. But, you knew from the moment he walked into your apartment with the flowers you wanted his head between your legs.

Your hand caresses the back of his head. “Your tongue is so good, Joongie. How would your crew Gangteez feel if they knew that your tongue was deep inside of their enemy? Where is your loyalty, Joongie?”

“With you.. all I want to do is serve and please you,” Hongjoong whimpers and give your clit slow licks.

“Oh, really?” You grab Hongjoong’s hair and pulls him away from your center. The lust has darkened his eyes and your juice all dripping off his lips. He’s so fucking hot like this.

“Yes, I can’t stay away from you. Gangteez doesn’t know what happened and I want to keep it that way.”

“Not even your right hand in command, Mingi?” You question.

“No.” He shakes his head. “My personal life is off limits to them.”

You bury his face back against your pussy and this time he drills his tongue inside of you while he massaging circles against your clit. The combination is enough to make everything around you blurry as fuck. You love how skillful his tongue is.

But, you love that he’s not going around telling anyone about what happened the other night. But, you will fact check with Seonghwa soon enough to ensure he’s really telling the truth.

You work your hips to match his tongue fucking you. You still can’t get over that you have one of the biggest drug dealers in your city between your legs professing their loyalty to you.

It’s a power that makes you feel so empowered. But, truthfully you want nothing more to slide down on his dick and fuck in your favorite position, amazon.

But, you are strategic. You can’t give him all of you so easily and fast. He has to earn in. To be inside of you completely is a privilege. So, you will table that opportunity for another time.

You stroke Hongjoong’s hair while your body shakes on his marble countertops. You wrap your legs around his head.

“Fuck, Joongie. I’m going to come,” you growl.

“Please come for me..mistress.”

You lose it when he whines for the arrival of your release. You give him what he’s asking for and let yourself experience that euphoria that you love chasing.

Hongjoong laps all it up. He cleans you out and you release your legs from around his head. You sit up catching your breath.

“Damn, Joongie. You did such a good job.” He looks even more beautiful with your juices glistening on his face.

You grab his with both hands by his shirt and pull him into a kiss. Your tongue swirl together and you savor the taste of your release on his tongue.

“Will you stay the night?” Hongjoong ask.

“Yes, if you agree to stay away from Seonghwa.”

Part 3

[ryuichirou]

Replies

I skipped replies yesterday, so let’s catch up! I’ll try to reply to as many of you as I can. Thank you for your support and asks!

Starting with a couple of very sweet ones, but also talking about some of our recent artworks, posts, but also about Harveston a tiny little bit…

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichiro do you do commissions? And how much?

I do! You can see my commission info + pricelist here.

I am always open for new commissions and work with a queue.

Anonymous asked:

I love you (as an artist lol)! ❤️ Your art always brings me some kind of joy lol thank you guys for sharing :>

Anooon thank you so much! I am very happy that our stuff brings you joy. It means a lot to hear that <3

Anonymous asked:

You rock, keep drawing we really love your art, please don't pay attention to those good-for-nothing shitty people who are defaming you, I wish I could have the strength like you do to draw  whatever I want and post my drawings in social media, that takes a lot of courage as well. Please take care. You are my motivation to practice my drawing skills.

Thank you very much for your kindness, Anon!! We are very lucky to have supportive people like you around, it really makes all the unfortunate news not sting as much.

I hope you’ll get to draw and post anything you want! Please keep having fun with drawing, I am very happy to contribute to your motivation – it’s an honour.

Anonymous asked:

Hey ryuichi, I've wanted to say that I appreciate you and your Art 🫶🏼 I'm gonna be real honest with you i feel really safe here. I love how open and friendly you are, and I feel like I can be myself around here and let my freak out, lol.

Especially after the whole drama that occurred on Twitter about Jamil's new PJ card! It's so exhausting. Anyway, lots of Love! 🫶🏼

Thank you, Anon! <3 I am very happy to hear that you feel safe to let your freak out here. Letting your freak out is very important!! 💪

Jamil being too sexy for puritans to handle was definitely not on my 2k24 bingo card and yet here we are lol Shouldn’t be surprised about it though, the card is insane. Of course, the actual drama was about people acting allegedly inappropriately, but I don’t know what’s so inappropriate about looking at a sexy png with bedroom eyes and feeling like you want to give all of your possessions to that png. Sounds perfectly appropriate to me!

Jokes aside, I am very excited about this round of birthday cards, even though Jamil’s is going to be hard to beat…

Anonymous asked:

Hii! Are you ok with 3 people ships?? If yes what are your thoughts on Rook x Vil&Leona?

Sorry if not, I am new here and I really like your insights on the relationships _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Hi, Anon! Welcome aboard! <3

I am ok with a lot of 3 people ships; usually the main rule is that characters in our ships don’t switch (tops stay tops and bottoms stay bottoms), and we tend to gravitate towards two tops/one bottom combinations, although exceptions are possible.

With this particular character combination, while I absolutely love Rook’s delusions and fantasies about having these two specific cakes and eating both of them at the same time, I don’t really like having Leona in any proximity to Vil much… To be fair, I wouldn’t say it’s an absolute no-no: a boy (Rook) can dream, I am just not super crazy about it I guess. I see the vision though 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Do u like leovil too? Or is it only rookvil?

Unfortunately, LeoVil is one of the ships I would consider a notp. Not only because of two characters that we see as bottoms; I also don’t like it in general personally.

Anonymous asked:

At some point, you should put up a counter that says "It has been [x] days since the last person who clearly sent an ask before reading the pinned post" and we'll all cross our fingers waiting for it to get to like a three or higher 😭

(for the record, this isn’t related to the previous Anons!)

Yeah, and the funny thing is that when we wrote that post I said that I’ll just start skipping these asks, but I just…can’t. I want to reply 😔

Anonymous asked:

I notice you have a couple of pics of Idia and Sebek kissing in harveston. It doesn’t look like they were just fighting so what happened to bring on this make out session?

To be honest, there isn’t any specific scenario that is behind those pics, but I vaguely wanted to make it seem like they just couldn’t argue anymore and started making out lol The tension got too strong, somehow they overstepped that boundary and got way too into it.

icedefloweringtornado asked:

So the EN server is currently doing the Harveston event and Epel talking about using biochemical stuff for gardening just had me thinking about how Leona also wants to upgrade how his homeland does things. These young kids so tired of old people.

Not to turn this into another Leona slander, but wouldn’t it be funny if Epel was more successful with this whole thing lol We know Scar doesn’t have a very good track record when it comes to keeping lands prospering and fruitful… I guess Savanna needs Epel’s help 💪

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Fem Azul...🤤

(related to this art)

Yes….her :( <3

Anonymous asked:

I, a heterosexual female, am currently losing it over your fem!Azul. She’s so gorgeous, I want her to kick me down the stairs and force me into slave labor 😫😫😫😫😫😫

I wanted to yell noooo Anon don’t do this to yourself, but at the same time yeah understandable 😭

You know this woman abuses her charm like no other. Too bad not a lot of people in her school are charmed by her…

Anonymous asked:

lmao your response with cater “he is good at multiplying” help. the last thing NRC needs is horny hare cater…he would definitely get in trouble for messing around with the other buns (deuce and epel).

(related to this post)

And since he is good at multiplying, he could multiply for all of the other bun-boys at the same time! Multitasking, baby! This is definitely not something NRC would be capable to handle…

Anonymous asked:

I couldn't help but wonder if neige will decide to permitly host vil to keep him safe after seeing him crying

(related to this art)

Awww, well, for starters he would definitely want to invite him to hang out together! To cheer him up~

And then he will lock him in his house

Anonymous asked:

Thank you for seeing the greatness of bottom malleus. I'm so well-fed because of you. 💖💖💖

Enjoy, Anon, I am so happy you’re eating well. I am happy to provide.

When we first got into twst, I was genuinely surprised that there wasn’t a lot of bottom Malleus stuff around, so I am very glad there are people who share this vision…

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Malleus hordes anything like what a regular dragon does? If so, what do you think it is? (Besides broken cellphones, I mean)

I wanted to make a witty joke about him hoarding Lilia but your broken cellphones joke caught me off-guard lol

He is probably a hoarder! I think he would hoard sentimental gifts or anything people bring to him, but also for some reason I see him hoarding books.

He should be hording tamagotchi toys though.

Anonymous asked:

omg donkey!(insert random top) x dragon!mallues when

and who is shrek

(related to this reply lol)

I WISH WE HAD A TWST-FIED SHREK IN TWST THAT WOULD BE 3D FOR NO REASON BECAUSE THEY (HE AND DONKEY) ARE INVADERS FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE AAAAHHH bishie Shrek I haven’t met you yet but I love you already

I wonder who would be a good fit for the donkey!(top) though. But I keep joking about Ace becoming a donkey in Playful Land… Someone got way too lucky, huh.

Anonymous asked:

https://www.reddit.com/r/HouseOfTheDragon/comments/1cpql71/which_dragon_do_you_think_donkey_would_choose/ None, Malleus is coming to sweep him away

EXACTLY. And good for Malleus, honestly. This man will make him laugh! ALWAYS!

Anonymous asked:

Your response about the dragon pussy reminded me of this game called Deepest Sword, where you have to "Plunge your sword deep into the dragon's heart!".  I imagine after a number of failed hook ups Lilia makes anyone who wants to fuck dragon Malleus play it first to weed out the more disappointing lays

Anon, I spent at least 5 minutes looking at screencaps from the game picturing Malleus LOL WHY DOES IT WORK.

Imagine potential suitors facing Lilia and being certain that this is one of the “you have to go through ME before you get to him!” type of deals, only to have to play this game for peepaw until he approves of your plunging technique. This doesn’t translate into an irl skill, Lilia!!

[gojosbf]

First of all, you chose violence calling your ask box that 💀

Second, I’m so glad I found your blog because everything I was seeing about the leaks was either “they should all die” or “that’s what you get for still caring about jjk” or some other mess but GODDAMMIT I NEEDED TO PROCESS!! So yeah, thank you for being here ❤️‍🩹

Third! Your point about not letting Gojo go got me thinking about how much letting go is already a theme of the story. Yuta created Rika’s curse because he couldn’t let her go. Presumably Jin couldn’t let Kaori go after she died and that’s Yuji was born in the first place. Nanami is able to make peace with his death because Haibara encourages him to let go of his responsibilities to the world knowing there are others to carry them, and Yuji has to let go of his grief and guilt over losing Nanami and Nobara and killing so many people in Shibuya in order to finish the fight against Mahito. All this to say, it would make narrative sense for Yuji's story to end with him letting go of Megumi, the person he gave up his life to save in the first place, because Megumi doesn't want to be saved…but I really don't want that to be the way it ends because I don't want Megumi to die 😖😖😖

Anyway, thank you for your service 🫡

one thank you sm and if i am hurting i will make sure the whole fandom is hurting along with me <3, and two IKR!! like i get the frustration, i understand we're all hopeless but that does not mean you just start throwing any character under the bus you want and three anon i will be honest with you i keep avoiding thinking about yuuji and megumi in the same sense as rest of the cast, i don't have hope but i want them to break the cycle. megumi has held on for so long, yuuji has fought for so long they deserve one win atleast. but then again when i think of megumi and how he's lost everyone and how he has no will to fight anymore...yeah maybe a transformation is coming maybe he'll join the fight and then die trying, we can only cross our fingers and hope. thank you for the ask!!

[fantasyinallforms]

Despite my warnings, I've gotten some Anon hate for this series. I get that some are spicier than others, and I'm writing on a very wide range of kinks. Super saucy isn't everyone's thing, and I get that. That's why I've written a few more tender ones specifically for those who prefer that. The label is right on the can, so to speak. You're under no obligation to read it but don't be mad at me for writing it. Not really inspiring me to write more, but they also want that, so I'll keep going anyway. I do this for one month out of the 12 months, so kindly get out of my DM's.

Thank you to @tolkienpinupcalendar for hosting this event! Thank you to those who have said a kind word, and thank you to my fellows on the NSFT Discord. Your encouragement and chats have meant the world to me.

without further adieu

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Day 13- Bagginshield - Dom/Sub with light to medium degradation (Bilbo Dom)

Thorin walked through the door of his royal apartment, exhausted. Not physically but mentally. Being king meant making choices all day. It meant a constant barrage of information all directed at him. He was constantly expected to set an example and a standard for his people.  Most of the time, he loved it and couldn't imagine doing anything else. Other times he wanted to run far away from responsibility and choice. Like he did today. 

He removed his boots and walked into the living room to find Bilbo at his writing desk, scribbling letters for trade orders and ambassadorial summons. He looked up and smiled as Thorin walked in but knit his eyebrows when he saw Thorin's haggard disposition. 

"You held open court today, didn't you?" Bilbo asked. Thorin nodded yes. "I'll be sitting in my armchair when you're appropriately dressed." Bilbo put his pen back in the inkwell and left the room. A swooping sensation filled his stomach. He had been desperately hoping for that response. Not long after his coronation, the weight of rulership settled on him. It made him tired, irritable, and not the best company. He hadn't seen how much it hurt Bilbo until it became a shouting match. That fight ended in Thorin finally voicing all his burdens, and of course, his clever hobbit had a solution. He had been skeptical initially, but it took no time for him to fall in love with the dynamic they had built. One where he was not in charge and made no decisions. 

Thorin pulled the black and white dress Bilbo commissioned for him out of his wardrobe. It was made to resemble a maid outfit that was common in the shire, though it was likely much shorter than the real thing. He put it on and smoothed it out before walking into the sitting room. Bilbo was where he said he'd be, patiently waiting with his legs crossed and his fingers clasped together over his knee. 

"Go look at yourself in the mirror and tell me if what you’re wearing counts as appropriate attire," Bilbo stated. He turned to the mirror and realized his mistake. 

"I forgot my headband," Thorin replied. 

"Let's not also forget our manners in your haste. You forgot your headband, what?" 

"I forgot my headband, Master Baggins." Thorin recited. 

"Very good. Go get it, and also bring me the black paper-wrapped package in the top drawer of my desk." Thorin returned to the bedroom and pinned his hair up in a bun so that the headpiece would fit appropriately. He smiled at himself in the mirror. For the next several hours, Thorin was not a king. He did not have responsibilities or a kingdom. He would not be catered to or held in regard. He was something for Bilbo to play with or belittle as he saw fit. The package he was told to grab was heavier than he expected. It made him curious and excited.

"Good, we can start. Now, I am concerned with that little blunder that you've forgotten the rules, so I'm going to remind you of them. So long as you are wearing those clothes, you don't get to make choices. You do what I ask when I ask. Fail, and there will be punishment.  Nod if you agree." When he nodded, Bilbo got up and walked over to him to take the package." If you need to stop, what is the only word I'll accept?" Bilbo asked

"Smaug, Master Baggins," Thorin replied. Bilbo grinned.

"Good boy. Now that I'm confident you remember how this works, I have a present for you. I had it specially made." Bilbo unwrapped the paper to reveal a plug made of silver with a jeweled acorn engraved at its base. Thorin's eyes went wide as he gulped and shuddered in anticipation. It was a good size, bigger than any of the other ones Bilbo had used on him. "It looks like I'll be spending most of our time together helping you remember your manners. What do we say when someone gives us a gift?" 

"Thank you, Master Baggins. It's very generous. I'd be happy to accept such a gift from you." 

"I'm glad to hear it. Let's not waste any time then. Grab the oil and get on your hands and knees in front of me. I want to watch you open yourself up. Do not touch your cock." Bilbo sat back on his armchair and watched as Thorin worked his fingers into himself one at a time. He loved having Bilbo’s eyes on him, judging him worthy of his time. He looked over at him every time he added a new finger to watch the satisfying smile play out on his lips. When he could fit three comfortably, Bilbo commanded him to stop. “Very good. Now, head down, arch your back, and spread your legs.” Thorin hesitated. In all the times they had played together, this was not a position Bilbo usually put him in. He was typically expected to insert his own toys. His hesitancy earned him Bilbo’s foot on his neck. Bilbo applied pressure until his cheek was pressed into the floor. “I don’t like being ignored or disobeyed, Thorin.”  When Bilbo took the pressure off, Thorin didn’t move. He adjusted his hips and sloped his back as he was told.

“I’m sorry, Master Baggins, I forgot myself.” Thorin apologized. Bilbo tutted at him. 

“I’m inclined to forgive you only because you look quite pathetic like this. We’ve barely begun, and you’re already leaking onto the floor.” Bilbo trailed his hand over his back and down his thighs, paying close mind to never touch his cock or his stretched hole. Every small touch was like an electric shock. It left him wanting more and made him aware of how empty his body felt. He groaned and tried to think about the cool stone under his face. Soon, he felt cool metal tease at his entrance. “Remind me how much you want my present,” Bilbo commanded. 

“Please Bil-Master Baggins. I want to accept your gift! I want whatever you’re willing to give me!” He spread his legs a little wider and thrust his ass as far up as possible. Bilbo snapped his garters against his thighs with a hint of satisfaction. 

“Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Do not stop breathing.” The moment after the command was given, Thorin felt the cold metal breach him. He grit his teeth but kept breathing as Bilbo pushed it further and further. It was painful, and the pressure pushed him open further than he had ever been before, but the stretch was intoxicating. After what seemed like forever, he felt the base settle against his ass and whimpered at the realization that this was constructed to settle just under the spot inside him that made him see stars. His body adjusted to the new intrusion just before Bilbo slapped it and forced another broken whimper from him. “A perfect fit. I might even make it part of the uniform. Bilbo tugged on it, testing the seal and laughing as Thorin buckled. “Well, now that you have my present, you can make me tea. Stand up.” Thorin tried to do what he was told and failed the first time as the plug shifted and made him tremble. His cock ached to be touched, and his body was on fire. He felt as alive as he did in battle. 

He was finally able to fully comply and hung the kettle on the fire. He could feel every inch of what was still inside him. He wanted to squirm and bounce until it brought him to completion, but he obeyed his command. The tea was made, and he prepared it exactly how Bilbo taught him in his first session. Two cream and two sugar. He brought it over to him, and Bilbo took it with a smile. 

“Well done. Kneel beside me and hold out your hands. Do not move, and do not spill a drop of my tea." Bilbo sat the saucer and cup on his open hands and started reading. Periodically removing the cup to take a sip. When he was finished, he demanded another one and remanded Thorin to the same position. Only this time, he did not drink it. He read, and Thorin continued to be his tea table until the tea itself went cold. After another ten minutes and long after his hands and legs had gone numb, he felt Bilbo run his hands along his leg and over his thighs. He lifted the front of his outfit and let out a disappointed sigh. "Well, isn't that a shame? Even with my present inside you, your cock has gone soft. It looks quite sad, just bobbing between your thighs like that. Don't you think you should apologize to me for such a pitiful display?" Bilbo dropped the hem of the dress and stared expectedly. 

"I'm sorry, Master Baggins." 

"Sorry for what, Thorin, be specific." Thorin stared at the floor. Bilbo was in a mood to humiliate him, likely blowing off his own steam from spending a day being diplomatic to those who barely deserved it. Thorin tried not to smile at the thought that his humiliation could help his husband in such a way.

"I'm sorry that my cock is pathetic enough that it can't stay hard. I'm sorry that you are forced to look at it, and I hope that you can forgive me for making you have to remind me of my manners." He felt his cock twitch, but with just how numb his legs were, it remained soft. Bilbo took the cold tea from him and used his foot to push Thorin over onto his side.  

"I accept your apology, and I won't even punish you. I'll give you another chance to redeem yourself. Go make me a fresh cup of tea, and if your legs are too numb to walk, you can crawl to the kitchen." His legs were too numb. He crawled across the floor, the plug shifting within him with every movement of his hips. By the time he got to the kitchen, his legs prickled, and his cock was half-hard again. He panted, aching with the burning need to touch himself but craving the promise of Bilbo’s reward more. He managed to stand long enough to hang the kettle over the fire before collapsing. In the time it took for the water to boil, he regained sensation enough to walk and re-entered the room with a hot cup of tea. 

"Hand me my tea and get on all fours in front of me facing the door. Do not slope your back," Bilbo demanded. When Thorin was in the correct position, Bilbo placed the cup just below his shoulder blades and walked around to face him. He grabbed his face and forced their eyes to meet.

"Now I think we can agree I've been very patient with you this evening. You're not an easy toy to train, but I will keep trying. What makes you worth it is how eager you are to please. That is a quality I approve of. I'll say this for the last time. Do not spill my tea, and if you can manage that, I'll use you as the little cum dump you’re training so hard to become." Bilbo watched the hopeful reaction play out on his face with a wicked grin. 

"Thank you, Master Baggins. You're more generous with me than I deserve." Thorin couldn't keep the adoration out of his voice if he tried. 

“Yes, I am,” Bilbo replied as he took his seat. The game he was about to have to play was apparent immediately. He felt Bilbo’s hand caress his rear, and then, with a bolt of beautiful agony, he felt the plug turn in him as Bilbo slowly took it out. He wanted to writhe and felt his shoulders shake, but the moment he heard the rattling of the teacup, he stopped and tried to steel his nerves. It left him panting and mumbling words of mercy. Bilbo showed him none, and he would get none unless he uttered their red word. He did not stop, and he did not slow down. When the plug was almost out of him, he pushed it back in with enough force to make Thorin scream, but he still did not move. He held fast as Bilbo assaulted his body with the toy until he was crying and begging for release. When he felt like he was about to collapse, Bilbo stopped picked up the tea cup and set it aside before uttering the first genuinely kind words of the session. 

“Thorin, you did so well. Not a bit of my tea went to waste. I’m going to give you a special reward just because I know how difficult that was. Turn around and open your mouth.” When Thorin turned around, Bilbo had his cock in his hand. He caressed his face and hooked his thumb into his mouth. He smeared some of his precum on his lips before slapping his cock on his tongue. Bilbo fed his cock into his mouth until Thorin swallowed all of it and fucked the back of his throat hard and fast. Thorin was so relieved to finally be worthy of Bilbo’s affection that he came untouched onto the cold floor. While his body shuddered from the aftershock of his climax, Bilbo gripped his hair and, with a cry, spent down his throat. 

Thorin didn't spill a drop.

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[colorful-white-ideas]

"The Crow"'s CinemaCon trailer is getting rave reviews. The audience was buzzing after it played. Putting the movie to August was a brilliant move. It gives people time to appreciate Bill in "Boy Kills World" while avoiding revenge genre fatigue. It also thwarts the hate train's momentum and gives more open-minded folks a chance to spread their opinions. I said this in an anon ask before and I'll say it again: Bill will get the last laugh on this role. Have faith. :-)

Let's hope for the best, praying they keep hipping people up till it premieres , cause still it's 4 months away ... Anyway fingers crossed for our dude !

[ultra-raging-ghost]

op the best thing your parents can do is get the divorce bless, im sorry about the fighting :( i get you it's the WORST but at least you got to play a cool game🔥🔥 now cmon spill some batjokes go go go

this is the FUNNIEST ask to get without context and i feel like im finally living up to the expectations of an ao3 author, also ty anon i was just super fucking stressed, i got an hour of sleep sunday night/monday morning and then when i was at my friends place i crashed really hard and slept for 14 hours straight and it really helped but anyway okay BATJOKES

okay so i played both seasons i dont have a pc myself but my friend does and they have both seasons and brooooo..... i played the vigilante joker route and i loved it

i sacrificed the FUCK out of catwoman im ngl.... my friend was so surprised but dude i was SO DOWN BAD FOR JOHN!!!!!! IDGAF !!! i was so down bad for john the whole time dude and at the end it was like "oh you were manipulating him into thinking you liked him to get info" NO!!!! I WANTED TO FUCK HIM!!!!!!!

when harley debuted i chose the option of asking john if he was in love with me AND HIS ASS SAID NO BUT ISTG HE WAS IN DENIAL!!! PURELY BECAUSE HE BELIEVED HARLEY TO BE HIS SOULMATE, SHE HIT HIM SHE DOESNT DESERVE HIM LIKE I DO !!!!!

like at some point with catwoman i chose something like against her for john and i was in the MINORITY like it was a 95%/5% Ratio and i was in the 5% and i do NOT regret that shit ‼

otherwise aside from my mental illness about batjokes i had a lot of unpopular opinions according to the peanut gallery (my irl who was watching me play it) like im ngl i gave up batman to keep alfred like HES OUR DAD???? THATS OUR DAD RIGHT THERE AND HIS POINTS WERE VALID, IMMA LISTEN TO HIM HES SMART IDK.....

Otherwise dude... i felt SO bad for harvey (2face)!!!!!! aside from his main storyline (i was very merciful and understanding with him, actually i saved him over catwoman in that one scene so his face didnt get fucked up just his arm in the fire) i read his file on the gotham news reports and dude..... like everything surrounding him is just SO SAD

Also i cannot say this enough tbh i side with mr. freeze every time.... i may be a sucker for romance but that man was trying his hardest to save his wife and from what ive seen he does that in every iteration of batman, like he becomes a villain and gets into illegal shit because his wifes sick and idk man..... like even if he is a villain i really empathize with him??? in the playthrough i offered to keep his wife safe and alive and i took mercy on him when he got infected with the virus and i froze him, like i have confidence in him idk.... i know he probably died bc it turned out the reason the riddler survived was because of the cure that also made him go insane but like my fingers are CROSSED!!!!!

also will say the only thing id change was i was kinda iffy about taking that selfie with john at the funeral, like i didnt do it but idk..... afterwards i thought abt taking that back like dude i NEVER WRONGED that man!!!!!! he was my POOKIE!!!!!! and i lowkey feel like him going crazy in the vigilante route was pushed for by the writers bc it felt a lil.... idk..... like forced but i get it its part of the story line......./silly

my friend played the villain!joker route and from what ive heard its EVEN GAYER and they let me watch them play the last 15 minutes of the villain route so i could see how differently they handled selina and that doll scene was kinda.... idkkkk 👀 like heyyyyy/f

i also heard theres a line from harley in the villain joker route about how he could never get over me and how john always liked me better than her which was SO satisfying because i made batman so jealous over her and john hanging out like im ngl i was so up harleys ass in s2

OH OH other thing id change, i wouldnt sip from harleys slushie, i didnt understand why she was offering it to me but now that i know i wouldnt take it ngl, making john jealous was not worth that slushie !!!!!

uhhh thats all, ty anon :D

[rainbowsky]

Hi rainbow

I am too impatient I guess 😂 I swear ggs hair has has grown like one inch since his appearance at the HK concert. We hadn’t seen him for so long and I thought it’d be much longer than this although these materials were filmed last week I think but anyway I’m confused how does it work.. is he gonna keep this length because he’s already started filming for LOCH weeks ago or is he gonna let it grow longer? I’m really praying for shoulder length hair or even longer if possible. 😭

This is in reference to a previous post.

His hair is growing, Anon, and will continue to. He's supposedly going to be filming LOCH until November, so it's still got a few inches to go before it gets cut. Patience! 😅

GG filmed a lot of materials back before he started filming LOCH. He's been working non-stop lately, so this might be fairly old. But even if it's recent, his hair has grown a lot!!

The other thing is - and let's cross our fingers - he's rumored to be starting filming on a new costume drama early next year. Will he keep the long hair for that? Doubtful, but let's hold out hope! 🤞🏻🤞🏻🙏🏻

In any case, I'm most excited for his birthday photo shoot. Can't wait!!

[destinyc1020]

You think Tom may be nominated for a Emmy tmrw there announcing the nominations

Hey Anon, I'll be honest, I have been looking online at Emmy nod predictions, and unfortunately I haven't seen Tom's name or "The Crowded Room" being mentioned in conversation for the upcoming Emmys, but I'm crossing my fingers anyway!

I actually feel that Tom's performance in TCR at least deserves a nomination! 😃 It's just such a shame the critics slammed the series so badly. 😔

I've been looking at predictions and a lot of times you tend to see a certain pattern, and the same projects being listed over and over again, so usually it's not too much of a surprise when the nominations actually get announced.

I will keep hope for tomorrow though. 🙏🏾

In the meantime, be careful not to confuse our Tom Holland with actor "Tom Hollander" tomorrow! I have seen his name being mentioned in the predictions list for Lead Actor in a Series lol. Don't want anyone to get too excited if they announce his name tomorrow lol 😅

I'll be honest, there are a LOT of things on these Emmy prediction lists that I have not even heard of, let alone watched lol. 😅

[borntoocry]

the mall: pt 2

this is the part two from this request. I am beyond late, I AM SO SO SO SORRY! I was struggling with finals and then I graduated last weekend!!!!! so life has been interestingly hectic (sorry). but as the anon said, they had an idea for another part, so THROW IT AT ME:))). anyways... 

wc: 5K

NOT PROOF READ

warnings: violence, talk of blood, cuts. that’s about all? 

When I’m mad at Maria and Tommy and the sun isn’t frying my body, I like to lay outside and look up at the sky. Tending to the animals doesn’t consume my entire day and once I’ve cared for every single cow, horse, chicken, calf, rooster, etc., I sit out and let the simmering sun beam on my face. I may have slightly burned my face and attracted some sun-damage spots, but I enjoy the heat that travels down my face and cancels out the hatred in my body.

Today is the day when Ellie and I go to the mall, and it is also our weekly dinner where I have to sit and listen to people talk about their interesting patrol stories. Like any other day, I am left to speak about how exciting the circle of life is; how beautiful it is to see baby animals born; how beautiful it is to see them grow and turn into enormous horses and cows and roosters. I hate it because as much as I love my animals, it is all I see: animals born, animals growing, animals dying.

Most times I will just sit and eat my food and drink my wine. I don’t do much else and finish up before anyone else does. I guess it’s because I have nothing new to say. Most of what I say consists of how big one of the calves is getting or how I need someone else to help me. And sometimes when I don’t want to repeat it all, I just watch Ellie talk while I shove macaroni and cheese in my mouth.

“Are you still mad at ole’ Tommy and Maria?” Ellie asks from wherever she stands. I sit up and glance up at the girl who stands before me. Her hands are behind her back and she rolls on the balls of her feet.

I shrug and reach out a hand. She unravels her hands from behind her back and places one onto my palm. I pull her down and she stumbles onto my lap. When she sits criss-cross in front of me, I hold both of her hands in mine. “I don’t know,” I tell her.

She raises an eyebrow and asks, “What do you mean?”

“It’s been a week,” I say. “So I don’t know if I should still be mad or if I should let it go.”

“Have they talked to you about what happened?”

I wrap my fingers around hers and tighten our grasp. “No,” I mutter. “Well, I don’t think I would consider what Tommy said… an actual conversation. He knocked on my door and walked in and sat on my bed. Then he said, “We’re just scared we’ll lose you. You’re our daughter and if we lost you we’d lose ourselves.” Just a bunch of bullshit. An stupid excuse to keep me locked in Jackson forever.”

“But you’re not stupid,” Ellie whispers, and I nod.

“You are correct.” I smile at her and she avoids looking into my eyes for a split second. But then I take hold of her chin and turn her to me so her eyes are looking directly into mine. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You’ll still go with me tonight, right?”

I nod and lean into her. I hold her cheek and place a chaste kiss onto her lips. “Yes. When I said I would go I wasn’t lying.”

She pulls away and kisses my cheek. “Thank you.”

I shrug and stand, pulling her along with me. “Of course. Now come, let’s go help Maria make the same shit again.”

“It’s good shit though! I love her food.”

I laugh as I drag her to my house. “You say this because you eat Joel’s misery of food every single day. Come over for dinner more than just once a week and you’ll see what I mean.”

“How are the calves so far?” Joel asks me from across the table.

I pick at the lamb on my plate and smile as I tear a piece off the bone. “They’re good. Growing.”

“And the chicks?”

“Good. They’re… also growing.”

“Holding true conversation with people shows that you enjoy their presence, Clementine. Try to say more than the same five words,” Maria tells me from across the table.

I push my plate away along with my full glass of wine and look up at Joel. “Sorry, Joel. The animals are good. I feed them and they grow and I tend to them. I bathe the horses and the pigs with my hands even though I need help because I can only do so much, and I talk to the animals because I feel like they get lonely sometimes.”

“You just made your sentence a little longer. It’s like you’re writing an essay with absolutely no meaning behind it,” Maria continues.

My breath falters in my throat. I drop my hands onto my lap and pinch my thighs to make sure this is actually real. Am I being embarrassed in front of the entire table? And no one is saying a word?

“Sorry–”

“Maybe you’re being too harsh on her?” Tommy whispers.

“I’m not,” Maria replies. “Clementine always has an attitude during our dinners and it’s gotten worse these past couple of weeks. Just because we don’t let you out doesn’t mean you get to let your anger out on everyone else.”

“I never have anything new to say, Maria! Yet every single week you make me talk as if suddenly a goddamn alien spaceship landed in the middle of Jackson. Nothing new has happened and nothing will continue happening. I will be your prisoner until you die. Unless I am like my mom and I die sooner than I should.”

Ellie grabs my thigh under the table and the touch alone causes my tears to fall down my cheeks. They tickle my skin and I almost laugh, but realize I’ve just gone mad. “I don’t want to be here anymore. Here, in Jackson. I’d rather die out there at this point.”

“Oh stop,” Tommy tells me.

“What?” I exclaim. “It’s true! I’m locked in here as your stupid princess and you think I’m living the life. I just want to go out and explore. Do something! I’m supposed to be your child and you won’t even listen to one thing I want. I just want one thing–something I have never asked you for. I always obey you, I always do what you tell me to do.”

“And what are you doing now? Obeying us?”

“I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?”

Maria laughs. “You’re funny.”

“You hate me,” I yell. “You call me the daughter you never had, you say I’m a blessing, you say you love me but deep down, you hate me. And maybe it isn’t so deep down. I’ve felt it all week.”

“Stop being dramatic,” Maria laughs.

I look over at Tommy, with his stupid mustache and growing wrinkles. I tilt my head to see if the terror on my face will make him defend me. But all he does is turn away and look at Maria.

“I’ve never been your daughter,” I whisper. “I’m just a kid you’ve had to take care of. An orphan you had to take in because no one else wanted me. You’ve never cared for me even though you claim you do. You’ve never wanted to be responsible for me so you’ve trapped me in this pretty town and masqued it by saying you’d lose yourself if you lost me. But I know you don’t care if I disappear.” I scoot my chair back and remove Ellie’s hand. “So I’ll go.”

“What?” Ellie whispers.

I glance at her and then at Tommy and Maria. “I’ll go now. And you won’t have to see me.”

“And where will you go?” Maria asks.

“Somewhere,” I reply. And then I gasp. “Maybe I’ll die like my mom.”

Tommy stands and slams his hand against the table. “Clem, stop. You are not going anywhere. Who’s going with you? No one has ever taught you anything more than how to tend to animals.”

I look over at Ellie and offer a weak smile. “You can come with me if you want. You can leave after I find someplace.”

“Ellie, you better stay your ass in that chair,” Joel warns, but Ellie shoots up and grabs onto my hand, letting me pull her up the stairs and into my room.

There’s yelling behind my door as I pack clothes into a bag. I try to act like I don’t hear anything but it’s hard to. My name is being yelled out, Tommy and Maria are arguing, and I feel hands on me. I can feel my heart beating against my chest as if moths were slamming into every corner. I can feel myself lose breath as the seconds go by and the more I’m being touched, the more I can’t breathe.

“Get off,” I say. These hands are only on my shoulders yet I still feel like they’re wandering across my body. And I am sweaty and angry and wet from tears. “Get off! Get off!”

“Okay!” Ellie shouts. “Okay, Clem, I just want you to sit still.” Ellie walks in front of me and grabs my clothes from my hands. She places the bits into my bag and zips it up. “C’mon, sit. I’ll grab your shoes and jacket. Just breathe, okay?”

“What if I forgot how to?” I hiccup.

She sits me down onto the edge of my bed and hovers a hand over my heart. “Can I?” I nod. She places her hand directly onto my chest and says, “Okay, now breathe in.” I do what she says. “Breathe out.” I do as she says. “You’ve got this, babe. Again. Two more times and then I’ll leave you to do it on your own.”

I do as she tells me to do and by the time my bag is packed, I can breathe on my own now.

Ellie grabs a pair of earmuffs and slaps them over my ears. “Keep these on so the yelling doesn’t get to you so much… ‘Kay?”

I nod and she does too. She pulls my backpack over hers and grabs her own hiding in my closet. She opens the door and grabs my hand, dragging me down the flight of stairs and through the craze of adults. They yell and I can still hear them with the earmuffs on, but I act like I can’t.

Ellie opens the front door and pushes me in front of her. Then she slams the door.

I don’t know if I should be mad anymore. Essentially, I won. Maria didn’t drag me by my hair and tie me to a  chair in the basement. I am walking across buildings with a tipsy mind and body and my hand is clasped in Ellie’s. I should be leaping for joy at both the contact and freedom, but I’m not sure what exactly I should be feeling.

“We just have to climb down the side of this building, walk across the street, and we’ll be there,” Ellie tells me, her hand loose from mine stealing my thoughts from my mind.

I look up and smile. The building is painted with moss, the brick underneath no longer its original shade of–what I think is–white. The lights illuminating the world in front of us flicker on and off, almost like the Christmas lights in Jackson.

“Cool,” I say. “Let’s go.” I sip some of the whiskey in my hand and head for the ladder on the side of the building. However, Ellie’s  body slams into me and the alcohol burning down my stomach leaps into my throat. “What the f– hey! I almost threw up!”

Ellie grabs my arm and caresses my fingers. “You okay?”

I nod and swallow the vomit. “Yeah, I almost threw up, though. You could have been more careful.”

Ellie steals the bottle from me and stuffs  it in her back pocket. She looks at me with melancholy eyes and places her hands on my cheeks. Her hands are cold and lightly scratching my skin as if they were desperate for my touch. So I lap over her hand with mine and push them towards my mouth.

“I mean are you mentally okay?” she asks. “They were rough back there.”

I shrug. Maria has always been tough on me, more than Tommy. He’s been the sweeter out of the two–with his random hugs, his gifts he’s brought me from patrol, the cakes he’s made with me every year for my birthday. However, he has his days. When he found out I kissed a guy for the first (and only) time, he grounded me. He didn’t even let me see the animals, which is technically my job. Maybe it was for a good reason, because guys aren’t my thing.

“You should see them when you’re not around,” I laugh.

Ellie raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

I suck in the most air I can and pull her hands away from my face. I no longer want to talk about Tommy and Maria. I left for a reason–to be with Ellie in a place where we don’t need to behave or follow rules. “Can we just go?” I ask. “I don’t want to talk about them anymore.”

Ellie nods and plants a kiss on my forehead. She then slaps my ass and whispers, “C’mon, let’s get it going.”

We climb down the ladder and Ellie leads me to the secret mall door she found on her first trip here. She jams a makeshift key into the keyhole and pulls it open. “I searched it out on my last trip. All clear.” She stands behind the door and gestures for me to walk in. “Beautiful princesses go first.”

I nod and walk in, instantly grabbing my flashlight and flicking it on. I look around the room: full of water, dripping onto the floor and splashing onto my boots; the moss has traveled inside and filled the electrical boxes. I wait around until Ellie walks in front of me and I follow her towards the first box clinging to the walls.

“You’re going to walk through the door, turn left, and you’ll see a big red door. You walk through it and yell once you’re in. Alright?”

I hesitantly look around and wave my flashlight around again–as if I haven’t scoped the room out myself. “You sure you aren’t killing me? ‘Cause if you’re with Maria and Tommy, just say it.”

She scoffs and says, “No, I am not with Maria and Tommy. Just go through the doors, turn left, walk through the big red door, and yell for me when you’re in. Okay?”

I roll my eyes and begin walking up the short set of stairs. “Got it.”

I follow her directions and once I open the big red door, I yell “HERE!”

Seconds later, the lights flicker on and music begins to play. Old music that sounds a lot like the pop music on the shelves of the room I inhabited years ago. My eyes wander around the building and I can’t help but laugh. My chest is full and to release the air burning in my lungs, I cackle. “Holy shit!” I yell. “No way, El. Really?”

Ellie runs in and hugs me from behind. She hectically kisses my neck and cheek and I scream from the immense tickling. “All for you! I wanted you to get out for once. This is your gift from me.”

“Gift?” I exclaim. “For what?”

“Does there have to be a reason?” she whispers and kisses my cheek.

I struggle in her grasp but once I’m free I turn around and kiss her lips. “Thank you for this.”

“I didn’t build the mall,” she chuckles.

I roll my eyes and slap her shoulder. “Not the mall, you dummy. But for bringing me here. I’ve never seen a place like this until now. I haven’t even stepped a foot outside of  Jackson since… Well, ever. Once I got there I never left.”

Ellie’s face no longer shines from her smile. She has no idea what to do with them–her eyes–or her mouth, they just float around and wobble. I want to take back what I said because it sounds outrageously depressing, but I know I can’t.

“This is sad,” I whisper. “I’m sorry. C’mon, let’s go where you want to go.”

Ellie pulls me in tighter and shuts me up with her lips. A short kiss evades the short time we already have in this rotten mall, but after a minute, she lets my swollen mouth go. “Don’t apologize. What’s been going on kills me, to say the least. I haven’t said anything because I’m not sure what’ll happen if I do. But I regret not saying anything. I really do, Clem.”

I shake my head. “I would have argued with you if I was mad at you about it. Don’t worry, I understood you’d have consequences of your own.”

Ellie kisses my cheek and twirls me around so I now follow her down the long floor of stores. We pass by every single store, looking in and seeing the mess that was left from before the world basically ended. Some stores hold more than others, but they’re all trashed nevertheless.

Ellie says we aren’t going into any of the stores unless I want to. I say no to most of them but when we pass by a doll store, I pull her in. The front read ‘American Girl,’ and inside held dolls bigger than the average, forearm length toy. These are large, maybe the size of my calf. I grab a random one off a shelf and run towards her.

“Look!” I extend my arms out and push the box into her chest. “A doll. Her name is… Kit.”

“You taking her?” she asks.

I nod. “Never had a doll. So yes. Plus, I found the prices for these and holy shit. I just saved myself like $100.”

Ellie chuckles and kisses my cheek again. Blood rushes to my cheeks and floods me with a warming feeling that makes me want to run around like a goddamn maniac. I swallow it down and hold her hand as we walk through the second floor of the mall.

Once we reach the end of the floor, she stops at a working set of stairs. “You want to go down to the first floor?”

I nod. “How does this work, though?”

She walks up to the stairs and sets her feet onto the first step. “Like this.” She begins moving down and I quickly follow after her. I linger at the first step, worried I’ll be sucked in, but I jump on from the desperation to follow her, and latch on.

We travel down the steps and I laugh at how quick and effective this is. Maybe a little lazy, but it’s quick. Once we get down to the first level, I look back up at the stairs. Above there’s a sign that reads ‘Escalators.’ Then I begin reminiscing on a time I wasn’t alive to see.

“I wonder what it’d be like to live normally,” I say as I follow after Ellie, who’s now walking me down another long floor of stores. Except on this floor there’s a playground for small children: dinosaurs glued to a multi-colored floor. “Imagine this mall packed with kids and parents and teenagers. Girls like us would be irritated walking through crowds of people that don’t know how to quicken their pace. There’d be lines to use the restroom, lines to buy food at food courts and panties at the Victoria Secret.”

Ellie laughs. “Yeah,” she then whispers, like she’s thinking about it too. “I guess when you first said that I thought, ‘Normal?’ Because to us, this life we’re living right now is normal. But to Joel and Tommy and everyone else, this life is weird. I bet they’re still adapting.”

“Yeah,” I whisper, too, because Tommy probably had an entirely different life before the apocalypse. He had dreams that weren’t based on survival, or at least physical survival. He probably didn’t think he’d be living in a small town, killing off infected bodies every time he left one of the only safe places in the world. “We’d probably have a shit ton of clothes and washing machines.”

“We’d be way cleaner.”

I almost want to cry. We’d be entirely different people. We might not have even existed.

“Well the room feels a little sad. Let’s go to the one place I wanted to show you.”

“And where is that?” I ask with a smirk.

“The jewelry store.”

“See,” Ellie whispers as she slides on a ring with an emerald stone in the center. “Fits perfectly.”

“And how’d you know?” I ask as I flex my hand in front of my face.

“You remember the paper rings I used to make you?”

I nod.

“I measured them and then on one of the patrols we found an abandoned high school and I found a textbook that showed how to convert all this bullshit from inches to centimeters to millimeters or some bullshit. Anyways, I figured it out.”

I feel my cheeks redden. “Oh my god…” I whisper, as that is the only thing I can get out.

“Yeah… I wanted to make sure I got it right.”

I shake my hand to make sure this is real and once my wrist begins aching, I throw my arms around Ellie and hug her as tight as possible. “This means so much to me,” I squeal into her neck. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

She laughs and kisses the side of my head. “It was nothing, Clem.”

I pull away and look at her straight on with a stern look on my face. “No, this was something. I love you so much for this, Ellie. It means you pay attention to the little things and that you care for me more than most people.”

She begins to blush. Her cheeks and freckles are painted red and as I push strands of her hair out of her face, I feel and see the intense heat on her ears, too. A smile kisses my lips and I pull her in to kiss her, but a low growl causes us to stop in our tracks.

“Fuck,” Ellie whispers. She grabs her gun and knife and gives me her knife. She cocks her gun and says, “When I say go, run.”

I nod.

And in the blink of an eye, a ginormous infected launches out of the depths of the jewelry store. It crashes through old glass stands and roars as its body meets the glass shards. As it gets closer, I scream for Ellie. I know if she gets bit nothing will happen, but just because she’s immune doesn’t mean she can’t be torn apart.

“Ellie! Ellie it’s–”

“GO!” she yells, but before I have the chance to run, the thing is on top of me.

I grab the knife Ellie put in my hand and stab its back, but nothing comes of it. All it does is spur it on. It roars in my face and I scream. I stab it over and over until the sound of a gun near my head blows its brains out.

I scream and push it off me. I scoot away from it and stand up, holding my body together as if it's fallen apart. I can feel myself dying even though I’m not sure I’ve even been bitten. I stabbed its head, its back, its neck, and I dodged its every last snarl.

Another shot blares through the air and the sound of footsteps rings in my ears. I cover my ears and try my best to just shut the world out before I die, but it’s only Ellie.

I fall into her and cry. “I shouldn’t have gone,” I heave. “I should have stayed. They were right.”

She shushes me and kisses my forehead. “You’re okay, everything is fine.”

“You haven’t checked me,” I say. “Get off so we can check.”

“Shhh,” Ellie says. “C’mon let’s get out of here and then I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

I’m shaking as we leave the store. My right arm aches and burns and as we find shelter on the second floor, I realize my back does, too.

“My arm,” I tell Ellie as she sits me down on a couch.

She nods and grabs both arms, first twisting the left then the right, which is the one that is bleeding as I look at it. I want to scream, but all I do is gasp. “No,” I cry. “No, this can’t–”

Ellie wipes the blood and takes the words out of my mouth. “It’s okay, Clem. It’s a small scratch.”

“That is no small scratch!” I yell. “It may have not bit me but the glass or its tendrils or some bullshit cut into my goddamn skin!”

Ellie nods violently and quickly drops her backpack onto the ground. She digs into it and takes out a bandage. She tells me to hold still while she tightens it around my arm. I scream, even though I shouldn’t, and whimper once she’s done.

“Now my back,” I cry.

She nods and takes off my backpack. As she sets it down on the floor, we both notice that my switchblade has sliced through the fabric. I groan and realize it must have either stabbed my back or cut me.

Ellie curses under her breath as she pulls the back of my sweater up. Then she hisses. I feel my breath begin to fail: I lose breath and start panting, my body trembling in fear due to Ellie’s lack of speaking.

“You’re okay, you’re fine, Clem. It just cut through your skin a bit. You’ll be alright. Let’s just get home and they’ll take care of you.”

“I can’t,” I exclaim. “They’ll kill me. Maria will kill me!”

Ellie kisses the skin of my back (where it doesn’t burn and feels wet), and relaxes my body as best as she can. “I promise you, they will not. Now c’mon baby, you think you can walk?”

I nod.

“Alright. Let’s get out of here before anything else my dumbass didn’t scope out comes to bite me in the ass.”

Ellie barges into my house and luckily, everyone is still here. The door slamming into the wood and my quiet cries alarms the adults in the living room. They all run into the entrance and before I know it, I’m being taken from Ellie and being carried to the couch.

“Tommy, I’m sorry!” I cry as he sets me onto the couch. I wail and he sits me up, realizing the fabric of my sweater is covered in blood.

“What the fuck, Clementine!” he curses. “What the hell happened?”

I cover my mouth so I won’t hiccup but all I want to do is apologize and give him a valid reason to not lock me away. I simply can’t. The pain running through me accompanied by my heavy crying is keeping me from doing so.

“Hey! Don’t get mad at her, it was my idea,” Ellie states, her voice tired and angry.

“Your idea?” Joel exclaims. “Ellie, where the hell did you take her?”

“The mall. The one I took you along with to check out. I wanted to take her because she had never been outside of these walls. I just wanted her to see what it was like.”

“And you didn’t check to make sure there were no infected?” Maria shouts from the First-aid closet.

“I did,” Ellie says. “I made sure there were none. But one just popped out and before I could stop it, it had already jumped onto her.”

“And where were you?” Joel yells at Ellie. But she isn’t flinching. It’s like she expects all this from him. “You know how to deal with them, you know how to use a gun–and she was the one who was attacked?”

“I’m sorry, Joel, I was–I walked around so I could shoot it from another angle. I told her to run but she was in shock! I’m sorry I let this happen. I’m a fucking idiot and I will live with the blame for the rest of my life.”

“You sure damn will. Now go get us some hot wet towels for Clem.”

Ellie storms off and I’m left with not only the brother’s, but Maria. I continue crying as Tommy looks at my cut. “I can’t fucking believe you guys. This is why I didn’t want you to leave.”

I nod. “I know. I’m sorry, Tommy.”

He looks up at me as he dries my cut with the bandage and his wrinkles smooth over. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me in–enough to where my back doesn’t burn. “Fuck you, kid. I love you more than you know. You are no burden, you are no task, you’re my kid. If you were killed, I wouldn’t be able to live another day.”

I cry into his shoulder and forget all about the anger and the arguments had before Ellie and I’s adventure. I am embraced by Tommy and Maria and all is well… for the remaining time.

Ellie returns with the hot wet towels and Maria begins patching me up. And once my arm is stitched up and my back is no longer burning and oozing blood, Ellie lays on the floor next to me. She grabs my hand and kisses it–right where my ring is.

“I’m sorry, Clem. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought it was clear. I thought we were good to go through.”

“I understand, El,” I say. “I do. Now hush. Let’s fall asleep.”

Ellie nods and gives me one last peck on the lips before the world goes quiet and we sleep next to one another.

[alasse-earfalas]

argument

Billy sat at his easel and bit into the odd alien fruit. He couldn’t think of what real-world fruit it resembled so it would have to be content remaining an amalgamation for now. 

Something itched at his ear, but Billy swatted it away. No, he didn’t want to listen to Alassë right now, she was too anxious and controlling. He knew what she was going to ask and he refused to work for her. 

“Billy,” Alassë tried to say anyway. “Billy, why are you angry at me?” 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Alassë’s typing was much slower as 

“STOP IT I SAID I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.” 

“Billy please, why are you getting in my way with this? Can’t I get a chance to write about something that I want to write—”

“You mean force me to write something I don’t want to.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I’m bored! I already know what happens, there’s nothing to explore anymore! I want to move on to something else, and besides it’s been dragging on for ages and we keep changing our minds on where we want to take it.” 

“You mean it’s fanfiction. We’re not trying to sell this to a publisher ya doofus, let’s just write like crap and have fun with it.” 

“How am I supposed to have fun when it’s the same dang thing over and over again? Sky is sad, something happens, ten chapters take up the entire course of a day—the pace is slow and grinding and the plot keeps losing itself and if it weren’t for the Gate of Memory thing I established early on, we’d be lost at sea with no cohesion to the story at all! 

“The only reason you want to keep writing it is so you can share it with people and get comments and see the view count go up (yeah, don’t think I haven’t seen you obsessing over that lately) to somehow validate what’s supposed to be all in good fun. If you don’t care about quality then why do you care if people see it? Besides these are strangers on the internet—”

“Some of them are my friends—”

“Yeah and I can count those on one hand, and as many friends as read your stories on a finger! These people don’t know you or me or any of us or what we have been through so why do you care so much about being accepted by them?” 

All Alassë could think about was the weighted blanket of profound loneliness that suffocated her as a child through into young adulthood. Despite her efforts to think, this was all she could feel, and she didn’t know how to use this as an argument because it wasn’t. 

“I just want someone to be proud of my writing—” 

“No, no love, you have that backwards. I can see what you’re feeling, you’re a tiny little girl standing at an art museum, wanting to put your (well done, to be completely fair) scribbles on display in the hopes that you might get praise like you’re hearing everyone around you getting.” 

“Yes I know,” she said, upset but not at Billy, “what’s that feeling called though?” 

“Why is validation suddenly the devil to you?” 

“Because you just yelled at me about it!” 

“Go back and read this, love, that’s not what I said.” 

“You—”

“Go back and read. Then I’ll talk.” 

Alassë glared at him. “Okay so it was brief but it was there. You never used the word exactly but you did ask me why I want people to validate what I do.” 

Billy crossed his arms. “Yes and my question still stands, why do you care? That’s not worthy validation, you know that right? Your talents are not who you are, love, they’re gifts from God and you know this. So why look to online anons who you’ll never talk to in the flesh rather than the God who made us? Why, do, you, care?” 

Alassë felt insulted and angry and called out at once. 

“Isolation isn’t healthy for any of us, Billy, and you know it.” Rye stepped into the room, towering over them with Billy still seated. “Don’t be so brash for her craving attention, you know we’re malnourished of that.” 

“Then talk to Das or someone, why does this have to be the medium that we get attention—” 

“You know neurology,” Rye said with an annoyed sigh, “you know the answer to that question. How we interacted with others growing up shapes patterns in our brains, right? How did we get—”

“Okay okay yes I get it, you don’t need to remind me of all the gosh-awful fanfiction we wrote in high school.” Billy rubbed his face and groaned at the memory. 

“You’re focusing on the product,” Rye mused. 

“Of course I am! I’m the artist here, she calls me her fetching muse, and that’s pretty darned accurate so why shouldn’t I take that role seriously!” Billy chuffed angrily and ran his hands through his hair, pulling the strands up like he was trying to pull them out. 

“I’m not mad at the role,” Billy said in a calmer tone. “That’s not what I meant. I just feel hounded and I need some space. If you want to write something on your own, then do it on your own. You don’t need my help for that—” 

“You know d—n well that’s not true.” 

Rye rarely swore, and his deep tone got Billy to jump a little. “Geez, cut that out, please, I don’t like your intimidation effects.” Billy squirmed in his chair. “Okay alright I get it, I’m being bad, will you stop now?” 

The fog lifted and the chills damped. “You’re ignoring an emotional need,” Rye said quietly. “I know you have concerns, and I’m not saying there’s no truth to it.”

“What’s wrong, Billy?” 

Billy did not want—felt like he couldn’t—answer her question. He shuffled again in his chair. “I don’t know,” he responded curtly. 

“I know I, ‘shouldn’t care’—” Alassë started, but Rye cut her off. 

“Should is relative and helps no one. Acknowledge where you are first. What is fanfiction—or writing at all—to you?” 

“I don’t know how to describe that,” she admitted. “I already wrote out what I was feeling earlier.” 

Rye nodded. “I know this isn’t my expertise here, so correct me by all means if I misunderstand, but your loneliness—echoes from when we had no long-term friends—still haunt you. You are seeking the friends you never had through the medium of this fanfiction, and because you’re used to not interacting face to face with the people who you’re able to connect to in other ways—I mean you find friends with similar interests online much easier than you do in real life—then you want to do what you can in order to feel what little semblance of love and acceptance and belonging that you can from them. What you are seeking to validate, specifically, is that you are accepted as a vital part of someone else’s life, something you contribute brings them joy that they don’t want to be without, ergo, you have intrinsic value to them. You want to be part of a community and provide for that community things that will make you a valued asset. It’s basic survival applied to the online fandom sphere.” 

“… Why do you hide that big brain behind the rest of us?” Billy asked rhetorically. 

Rye shrugged. “I prefer to solve conflict. So long as things are running smoothly I prefer to not intervene.” He smiled cheekily. “With your ‘background’ Billy, I would think you of all people would understand the doctrine of non-interference.” 

Billy wanted to interrupt but decided not to. Rye was referring to the… fictional?… backstories that they all had to help provide adequate motivations for why they thought and behaved the way they did. Non-interference was a tenant of some fantasy race that Billy was half part of, an explanation for some of what he could do as well as why he didn’t do more. One of those, “interfere and you’ll lose your powers” kind of deals. 

“Can we compromise and go for a walk?” Billy asked tiredly. “We can brainstorm while we’re out of you like.” 

It was hard for Alassë to type up an adequate response, so she nodded instead.