#But hey it was fun to draw a flustered All Might

[freyito]

Can you do Smoke and Reptile, sfw, them burying their face in readers boobs, using them as a pillow and how they’d react to reader to reader doing it back to them? You could do somthing suggestive.

I'm curious also, besides Kenshi and Kuai Liang who else are you a fan of?

imma be honest anon, this is such a fire idea. when i was at this a7x concert me and my friend saw a guy with double ds. like. BODACIOUS bro. that was the first thing our eyes went to. he looked like jesus christ brother. he spoke like he had a message from the gods.

anyways. to answer your question. sentimentally i'm very attached to Kitana and Scorpion in general, i played Kitana when mk9 came out (i was 7, my dad let me play mk when i was SEVEN) and my dad played Scorpion and i always got my ass handed to me. but he worked a lot and playing mk9 was the only time we really got together when i was a kid. with mk1, we've been able to play a lot more together and it reminds me of those times, it's really fun. now i win about half the matches we play, but i just don't play Kitana anymore. i really do prefer Kenshi.

I am actually married to Johnny Cage and Kenshi, soooo Also, to be honest, the first characters to draw me into Mk1 were Smoke & Sub-Zero. Hadn't really been a big Sub-Zero fan beforehand, not of Bi-Han or Kuai Liang. So it was fun having that revelation. And Tomas is just super cute, I actually love that he's Czech. We're not the same, but hey, we're atleast both slavic. I dont know why, I just love finding Slavic characters cause more often then not I end up relating to them. Sorry for the monologue, anon. Here's your boob request :P

cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs brother, bonus character!, proofread

"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ᴛᴏᴍᴀꜱ & ꜱʏᴢᴏᴛʜ

-Tomas Vrbada

Tomas loves nothing more at the end of the day than getting to bury his face in your chest. As long as you two are in private, he'll wiggle his way into you somehow.

Half the time you two have together, he's face down in your chest, it is a regular occurrence and will stay a regular occurrence.

Does he do anything other than that? No. He's planking. He's in love, man, you can't blame him.

So, when you find him laying on the bed that one fateful night, defenseless, you give him the same treatment. You climb onto the bed, and slink your way into his arms.

He reaches out for you absent-mindedly, running his hands through your hair. Then you strike. You plank right into HIS boobs. He hasn't even registered yet. But you understand why he does it to you. Even if you can't breathe, it's somehow euphoric.

Tomas pauses, looks down at you. And his face flushes. You can feel his body temperature rise. He doesn't know how to react, he's been caught in just an inconvenient situaton.

He doesn't complain, though. He's just flustered. Real flustered. He holds you close after he can find his composure, still unsure but grateful of your touch.

-Syzoth

Syzoth almost always makes a dive for your chest when you two are cuddling. He'll be tangled up with you- quite literally, the man really enjoys being as close as possible- and still find a way to bury his head into your chest.

Doesn't matter how much you dodge out of it, he's going to wrap himself around you and find your chest somehow, someway.

But, he thinks he's free of this torment. He gets to lay his head in your chest, and run off freely. He does it when you two nap, when you cuddle, wherever, whenever.

You find him one night, after a long day and seize your chance. And your boyfriends boobies. Without a second chance you throw yourself at Syzoth, aiming directly for his chest.

You can see him realize in that moment what's happening. And you can see the exact look of 'awh fuck', almost as if in slow motion. And when you finally get to lay your head onto his sweet, sweet, pillows, he gives up right then and there.

Syzoth accepts the love, completely. He might act all pouty because you robbed him of his favorite thing to do, but secretly he loves it. You can almost hear him purr.

-Bonus Points! Bi-Han

Bi-Han doesn't really find himself buried in your chest too often. Mainly because he feels like he's controlled for that. He's thought about it, but refuses to do it.

But let's be honest, how can you not shove your face in his tits? They're massive, H cups AT LEAST. So you stalk your boyfriend, until you can find a private moment between you two.

He doesn't know your game, but he does know you've been following him. He's not annoyed, he's simply confused as to why you won't directly approach him.

So, when you ambush him, he's only slightly prepared. You go straight for his boobs. And you land directly in between them. Silence washes over you two.

Bi-Han doesn't understand. Part of him doesn't want to. So he simply wraps his arms gently around your waist and pulls you closer. He kind of thinks you're in need of comfort.

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[licorice-tea]

Could I Be Loved By You? Pt. 2

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x reader, Usopp x reader, Nami x reader (separate)

Content: some suggestive jokes in usopp’s part, just general silliness besides that!

Word Count: 0.9k (total)

A/N: first time writing for all three of these characters- say whatttt! usopp’s part is my fave, but i love all of them!!! also if you check my master list for more content or anything, just know that im working on making it looks more aesthetically pleasing (it’s a mess right now😓) anyway thanks for reading and enjoy <3

Part 1

What happens when you ask them; “Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

Nami - 0.2k

With a singsongy voice, you announce your presence to Nami. “Babe!”

“Y/n!” She responds in a similar cadence. However, she doesn’t look up from drawing her map.

You round her desk so that you’re standing behind it, and she finishes off a line before setting down her pen. “What’s up?”

“I have a question for you.”

“Mhm…?”

“Ok. Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t laugh at you, babe.” Well, she might, but only out of endearment.

“So… Um, do you think that we would be together in every universe?”

Her lips, once pressed together in a resting expression, curve upwards. The shake of her shoulders is an unmistakable sign of held back laughter, which is only solidified by her hand covering her mouth.

“Hey! You said you wouldn’t laugh!” But in all fairness, you’re smiling too. It’s a silly sort of question.

“I’m not, I’m not!” She defends herself through giggles, then clears her throat.

“So, do you think so or not?”

Nami taps her chin with a smirk. “Yes. Yes I do.” The faintest blush colors her cheeks, though she’s much too proud to ever admit to being flustered by the idea. To think; you want to be with her just as badly as she does you, in any every lifetime or world where the two of you coexist. It’s enough to make even her swoon.

“Awww, so you do love me!” You tease. Your next course of action is to run out the door before she can (lovingly) hurl a book at you.

Monkey D. Luffy - 0.3k

You and Luffy are the last crewmates left at the table. Neither of you were late to dinner, nor were you ever. No, you had arrived to the dining room on time (even a little early), but he is still on his 3rd main course. Meanwhile, you are a slow eater. It’s no bother, though; you’d take almost any opportunity to spend time alone with Luffy.

With a soft smile, you tilt your head as you watch your boyfriend and captain stuff his face.

He pauses, noticing your staring. “What? Something on my face?” He licks his lips.

You shake your head. “I was just thinking.”

“Oh, ‘bout what?”

“Do you think we’re like this in every universe?”

“Like what? Still hungry? I know I am!”

“No,” you giggle, “I mean like… in love. A couple.”

This time, Luffy is the one to giggle at your curiosity. “What a weird question, y/n.” He cracks his blinding grin at you. “Of course we are.”

Luffy proceeds to stretch one arm around the back of your chair and pulls it closer to his. The proximity allows you to lay your head on his shoulder, and now everything feels right with the world…

Still, the “what if” scenario runs rampant in your imagination. “But if there is a world where we aren’t-“

“Just means we haven’t met yet.”

“… Hm. I guess you’re right.”

“Yeah, and I found you this time, right? So, I always will.” He says it all like it’s some simple, known truth. As if there are no doubts in his mind- nor should there be in yours- that you’re meant to be together. It’s not surprising though, given Luffy’s view on his own destiny. Naturally, yours is part of his, and vice versa.

With a simper, you swipe your thumb over the corner of his lips to brush away a crumb. “Or maybe I’ll find you.”

Usopp - 0.4k

You and Usopp like to play this sort of game where you ask each other questions. Sometimes they’re deep and introspective, others silly and random. It’s not really a game, per say, but… Well, it’s a fun little thing for when you’ve exhausted other topics of conversation or both of you are bored of other, cleverer topics.

“Ok, favorite temperature?”

“Favorite temperature? That's so specific!”

He chuckles. “Thats the point, baby.”

You hum in agreement before responding. “True… 74 degrees.”

“Celsius, or fahrenheit?”

“…Usopp.” You deadpan. “74 degree celsius would be, like…”

“Around 165 degrees fahrenheit.” He grins proudly. How some people, such as your boyfriend, are such naturals at mental math, you would never understand.

“Hmph… if you say so. But, yeah, why would I say my favorite temperature is 165 degrees fahrenheit?”

Usopp shrugs, “I wouldn’t put it past you; I know you like things hot.”

You’re too caught up in the way he leans toward you teasingly to notice his arms snaking around your waist. Without warning, he pulls you close to his chest. You shriek as Usopp spins you around, but your arms remain looped around his shoulders even after he sets you down.

“That was a dirty trick.”

“I think you enjoyed it.”

And you did, so you just smile and accept defeat. It’s your turn to ask a question now. “Do you think we’d be together in every universe?”

His smile falters. “I… Well, I don’t know.”

“…Oh.”

“I want to be, of course, I just…”

“Just what?”

“You have so many choices, y/n. Who’s to say you’d always choose me? I definitely wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, in this hypothetical alternate-“

Your lips stop his from moving with a forceful kiss. They linger there, just for a few moments, before you pull back less than an inch away. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Sorry.”

“And don’t apologize. I’d always choose you, Usopp, no matter what.”

His confidence grows back, along with his smile. “Then yes,” Usopp places another small peck to your lips and pulls away to gauge your reaction, “I think we would be together in every universe.”

Your eyes seem to shine with some emotion that could only be described as love. “Just what I wanted to hear.”

[rosainta]

Team Fortress 2: 12 Flash Fiction Excerpts

('ms pauling' by makani on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/makani/art/ms-pauling-208768568)

(Author's Notes (A/N) at the end. For now, enjoy these slices of TF2 writing cake, baked with the batter of my mind!) * * *

1 "The Runner's a Fool."

[Written 10-3-2024]

Scout’s heart was bursting as he ran through the underbrush.

He didn’t look back; he couldn’t. Not after what he saw. If he had known sooner, he might not have spent so much energy trying to woo her...

Maybe he wouldn’t have made such a fool of himself.

2 "Player of The Heart."

[Written 10-3-2024]

“Fine, one more time”, he grumbled.

Pauling gleamed as she turned to the tape player. Changing the song to something more romantic, she hummed along and placed herself into his arms. They began to sway with the music.

Sniper felt his heart racing, but his thoughts raced quicker.

He wondered: would the one he really loved be into this too?

3 "Long Overdue."

[Written 10-3-2024]

Spy knew what he had to do.

He sat down next to the crying boy, gently putting a hand on his back. “Screw off!” the younger yelled, pushing him away.

Seeing him like this broke him; it did every time. But he took a deep breath and said what he should have all those years ago:

“I am sorry, Scout.”

4 "What Happens if You Feed the Machine? (Or In This Case, Water It?)"

[Written 10-3-2024]

“Yer no fun, lad!”

“Come on now, you know how I’ve been goin’ dry...”

“What’s one bottle a’ scrumpy goin’ to do to you?”

“Well, let’s see here. How many eyeballs o’ yours do my teleporters teleport per use?”

“Er, one.”

“Well, expect that to be one less the next time ‘round, pardner.”

He chuckled, and in an instant, he gulped it all down.

5 "Soldier's Solace."

[Written 11-3-2024]

Soldier stared at the grand moon from the roof of the base.

After the day’s fighting and bread teleporting, the other mercenaries were off to bed. But Soldier remained, smiling contentedly from under his helmet without another care in the world.

Somehow, he knew that right then and for as long as he dreamed, everything would be alright.

6 "Буквы говорят о любви."

[Written 12-3-2024]

If Heavy learned one thing in all his years of studying Russian literature, it was that writing wasn’t something you did; it was something you became.

So, picking up the ink pen, he let his hand go and embodied with all he had what meant most to him.

“It is time I tell you, Doktor.”

7 "Like The Warmth of a Fireplace."

[Written 13-3-2024]

Pyro looked at Engineer as a child does a Mall Santa, clapping. “Huddah, huddah!”

“Okay, one more, just for you.”

The technician took a deep breath and began to strum on the old guitar, his low voice singing a song of pink skies. Pyro swayed to the beat in bliss.

And, with every hum, the two grew closer.

8 "A Smile Means A Million Words, That Is Until You Speak."

[Written 14-3-2024]

Scout liked sketching.

While words weren’t his forte, art allowed him to express what he felt but could never say. He licked his lips, furrowed his eyebrows, and furiously scratched at the page with a pencil. Every detail, every form-- they had to be perfect.

When he was done, he proudly smiled at his creation.

And it smiled back.

BONUS!

As he admired his creation, he didn’t notice Sniper approaching him.

“And just what are you scribblin' off today, mate?”

Scout snapped around, flustered. He wasn't expecting company, and especially not from him.

“A-ah, hey, Snipes!", he blurted out. "It's nothing, really. Just another drawing of Spy screwin’ those... stupid French bread swords, whatever ya' call 'em.”

As he stammered an excuse, his face slowly turning red, he didn’t realize that his creation's rough, sketched face-- a picture of the marksman himself!-- was peaking through the corner of the sketchbook in the crook of his arm. Sniper paused for a moment as he stared at the work in awe, its own happily gazing back at him. Then, snapping out of his trance, he wordlessly turned back to smile at the younger man.

“You’ve got some talent, kid," he said, softly. "Please, don’t waste it.”

Then, quick as he came, he ambled away.

Scout was left standing, bewildered, and admittedly a bit confused, and he slowly turned back to look back at his drawing.

He traced the rough face of the man, looking wistfully with a tinge of giddiness in his eyes.

“If only you knew...", he whispered to himself without thinking. "Maybe then I could draw you like one of my French girls.”

Then, upon realizing the stupidity of his own remark (and of its disgusting, Spy-related... Frenchness), he immediately gagged.

“Ew, crap, no!”

Somewhere in the distance, Spy instinctively rolled his eyes.

9 "I Feel Olive!"

[Written 15-3-2024]

Medic pinched his nose, a low groan rumbling from him.

"What is wrong, Doktor? You seem stressed", Heavy asked, concernedly lifting his nose from his book.

Medic turned to him, tired eyes smiling weakly. "Ah, it iz nothing. Just... ze dull, useless legal documents. You know, as per usual."

"Well, if it makes Medic feel any better, Heavy ran out of olive for sandvich, so eating it was practically useless! I could not even digest it without big frown", he said, frowning in turn.

He grumbled, continuing, "What Heavy means to say is... you are not alone in your troubles."

Medic paused for a bit, before laughing and grinning back at the giant. He was grateful for this goofy big old man.

"Oh, you alvays know what to say, Heavy. Come on, let us escape this prison of an office and find you that olive. I am getting quite hungry and ze papers can wait, after all!"

10 "Off-Target."

[Written 29-3-2024]

Scout's mind just. couldn't. think.

His head was jumbled, a puzzle with the pieces too lost in the messy maze of his brain ever to solve. He wished he could crack open his skull like he did the BLUs on the field; maybe that would knock some sense into him.

He really needed to focus. Sniper always did.

So, why couldn't he?

11 "Our Paths Shall Cross Again."

[Written 4-4-2024]

It pained him to see her like this.

So, for the first time in his life, he put his pride aside and took one last glance at the sleeping lady before leaving the room.

Scout wished he could stay all night and marvel at her familiar, sheer beauty, even as she slept so frail. But he knew what she needed most was not him, but help.

Who knew what she went through those 2 years?

He resigned himself to the couch, closing his eyes. His affections for Miss Pauling would have to wait, as they always did, but he was fine with that.

She was safe, and that’s what mattered most to him.

12 "Guess Who's Up For Surgery?"

[Written 6-4-2024]

Medic was practically laughing with joy! Or, in his peculiar case, cackling maniacally.

Ah, it was of no matter— the doctor was filled to the brim with inspiration! So many projects to start and bodies to stitch; oh, what a wonderful feeling!

Heavy smiled as he watched the doctor go about his merry way.

Sure, when he was in this mood, that likely meant imminent danger for all those around him (they’d be his newest experiment, no doubt), but seeing him happy always made Heavy’s heart feel a little lighter.

So, as the doctor bounced up to him with his newest rambling, he didn’t protest!

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Author's Notes: Over the past weeks, I've been working on being more spontaneous in my writing—no planning, just writing with the flow! And what better way to do that than to write flash fiction about my favourite fandom? (Plus, I have been practically absent here (post-wise) for, what, months? So why not use this as an excuse to share them with you? Ehehe... Okay, let's forget I said anything; moving on!) Flash fiction, with its creative liberties and curt nature, is an excellent medium (not forgetting to mention the fact it's a disgracefully UNDERRATED form of media!) that inspires me to write because it sort of... brutally invalidates any excuse of author's block I have... since it is literally spilling the words from your conscience into text WITHOUT the worry of length (ah! My greatest enemies...). Plus, it is... sort of, maybe, kinda addicting because it's just so freakishly simple, and the more you do it, the more productive you'll be and feel! Isn't that wonderful? (It could even be a drug! Er, well, a good one... wait, is there even a thing as a good drug? Ah- nevermind.) Anyway, if you're struggling with author's block, I'd heavily recommend trying it. Of course, it may not work for everyone (and I am not here to legally endorse this like a paid sponsor!) but it's still worth a shot if you haven't yet already. And hey, if it doesn't, you can feel free to blame me for the waste of time! Don't worry, I won't mind. Before we go on, I have to take this moment now to thank the one sweet old woman (whom I've unfortunately forgotten the name of) who first taught me about it a few years back during a summer writing course. She taught me much about what I know and love today, so I owe this and much of my writing happiness and technique to her! Thank you, lady. May you continue to write on!! Anyhow, to give you more context, these are all excerpts taken from a private account (but not a secret one! It's out there... somewhere...) of mine, edited for quality purposes and also because a few of the original excerpts bugged me due to their... well, innate cringiness. Hopefully, there's less of it now, but I wouldn't count on my eradicating it as it seems that cringe is just a part of my habitual writing style (I am sorry to disappoint, unnamed woman from the course... I have failed you). I hope that at least is is bearable enough for you to read. However, if not, I offer you my greatest condolences. If you'd like some bleach for your eyes, I have that too. You can also tell by the number of Speeding Bullet and Red Oktoberfest excerpts that I was... in quite the shipping mood for some of them. So, if that doesn't bug you, feel free to indulge yourselves in these characters as I obsessively have over the course of writing these!! It would be my pleasure to offer that liberty to you (and perhaps, shamelessly to myself as well, ahaha..), so please, go ahead. Anyway, that's all of the random blurbs I have to ramble on about today. Thank you for reading- or skimming, at the very least- and please have a marvellous day, pally~!

~ Rosain Quivan

[the-bofurin-digest]

Water Park Disaster

Summary:Bofurin enjoys a day at the water park and Hiragi has an incident on the water slide. Warnings: None, public embarrassment, red butt, just some fun crack while I try and enjoy this circus

“Come on Hiragi! Its not that bad!" Umemiya hollers up to his friend from the bottom of the water slide. "Just do it! Even Sakura went down without a problem!"

"Hey!" Sakura glares, trying to push his way over to Umemiya as the others laugh"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Means you're a big baby sometimes." Matsumoto responds before taking a drink of his slurpee. "What do you think is taking him so long?" He adds, shielding his eyes as he looks up at their Captain. "He looks terrified. Is Hiragi afraid of heights?"

"Him? Nah!" Tsubaki smiles and waves. "It can’t be that! His stomach is probably just bothering him again. Come on Hiragi! You can do it!" Tsubaki and Umemiya cheer, and the others follow, waving and hollering. It draws the attention of everyone around them, embarrassing Hiragi further.

Hiragi glances down from the high tower of the water slide."Those idiots!" He mumbles, turning back to the lifeguard on duty. "They are going to get the whole park over here and then what? I’m going to be the laughing stock of the whole town! Why did I agree to this?” He groans, running his hands through his wet hair.

The lifeguard laughs nervously."Sorry… but they are right. You do have to go down now." He looks behind Hiragii at the growing line of people waiting their turn. "And sadly the only way allowed down is by using the slide."

"Okay fine." Hiragi sighs. He takes a deep breath and squats down in the launching bay. "It's now or never." He looks over at the lifeguard who smiles, nodding. "Tell me when."

"Okay!" He says cheerfully, before giving the thumbs up to the guard at the bottom of the slide. "Looks like you are all set to go… Now!"

Hiragi reluctantly lets go of the walls of the slide and launches down the long track, heart pounding. With a big splash he lands into the bottom of the pool a few seconds later. "Heh, that wasn't so bad." He tells himself before strutting over to the others at the edge of the pool "What are you all looking at?" He asks, noticing their shocked expressions.”Told you guys I wasn’t scared.”

Matsumoto chokes on his slurpee. "Uh Hiragi. I don’t know how to tell you this but-." he manages to force out before Umemiya thumps him on the back.”Ugh thanks. But erm-”

"What is it?" Hiragi looks even more confused

“Well uh,” Umemiya looks away, wide eyed. “Hiragi you might-”

"SIR!" A voice hollers from behind him. Hiragi turns to see the lifeguard running toward him. She immediately thrusts his swimming trunks in his hands, and blocks him from the crowds site with the neon orange orange floatation device in her hands. "Sir you lost these on the ride down."

“I-I what?” Hiragi looks momentarily confused before the realization hits him. He looks up to see nearby spectators snickering and pointing. "I-I lost my shorts?" He looks down. "I'm-I'm-”

“Naked?!” Sakura finally yells out, face as red as a tomato

"As naked as the day you were born!" Umemiya adds, still looking away.

“SHIT!” Hiragi grabs the lifeguards floatie and runs off toward the changing rooms, tushie as red as the flustered look on his face. "I knew we should have just gone to the zoo." He groans, diving into the stalls.

[theunburntsblog]

Hey mate!

How bout a poly Billy & Stu x male reader who they tease and call a pet?

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"IT'S ALL IN GOOD FUN."

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MALEREADER!: he/him pronouns used NO graphic depiction of reader. Poly relationship between Billy, Stu, and Reader.

A/n: I'm so sorry this is quite late. I've been going through a lot of things! Hope this will make it up to you : 3 mind you, this might be occ I'm very rusty atm.

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You and your partners gather around into the living room of Stu's house. Sitting down onto the floor, drinking some beer while playing Uno.

Stu looks at the cards he has before placing down a draw four against Billy as he chuckles softly. "Hmm, let's see here. I guess I'll change it to.. green, " Stu said teasingly poking his tongue out at Billy, who scoffs and rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Billy takes his turn, placing down another draw 4 card before looking up at you and smirking and declaring uno. "Uno, I believe it's your turn, isn't it, pet?" He tilts his head to the side, teasing you. You sternly look at him, "I'm no pet, you're not gonna win so easily." You start to pick up 8 more cards as Stu holds in a laugh and fails miserably. "What's so funny!" You exclaim, furrowing your brows in annoyance. Stu shrugs, smiling widely with his teeth. "It's just funny to see your confidence. Let's be honest, babe, you don't have much chance to beat us for one. Secondly, you're more like a puppy, ya know? Those big doe eyes just scream it"

Billy looks amused at Stu's answer, nodding along. "I will have to admit, you're loyal and have a big heart it's cute. You're definitely a pet. There's no doubt about it."

You set your cards face down before stealing a sip of Billy's beer, then crossing your arms. "You're full of yourself. You both are." Stu coos, sitting his cards down as he moves closer to you, pulling you into a hug "awww he's tryna act all big, sweet boy." You giggle, gently pushing him away, but Stu just showers you more affection while Billy just smirks and admires his two lovers.

He shakes his head at both of you. "Don't try and hide it. You know we're right. " You accept Stu's love, shaking him off as the room fills with soft laughter. Stu reaches over and starts tickling you, which makes you yelp and move around to get out of his grasp, yelling out for Billy to help you. "Billy! Get him off me! Help!" You frail around. Billy goes to you, and you assume to pull Stu off, but he joins into the antics.

You roll around onto the floor as your boyfriends continue to tickle and tease you. Rambling about how cute you look all flustered while you can't really make out what they're saying because they're just speaking over each other as you giggle relentlessly.

After a few moments, they stop tickling and teasing you. You managed to finish the match of Uno, and you also ended up winning, which made Billy and Stu bicker like children because they didn't win. You all cramp onto the couch, cuddling as limbs interlinked while watching a cheesy movie to poke fun at.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Alternative entertainment

AN: *Puts up hands defensively* I promise I don't just have Hyunjin in my drafts. This was just next on the list. Actually, it was a Chris fic, but it was getting too frustrating, so it was either delete it out of resentment or jump to the next one. Thus, we're here. My biases aside, I do think Hyunjin would really be into nipple piercings. This is also me pushing my tiddie enthusiast! Hyunjin agenda lol.

Synopsis: A movie night with the guy you've been seeing takes a turn you don't anticipate. Not that you're upset in the slightest.

General tags: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader, they're dating but, not in a relationship (yet), Reader has her nipples pierced and Hyunjin's really into it.

Smut tags: hair pulling (m. receiving), dirty talk, nipple play (f. receiving), a handjob (m. receiving), Hyunjin cums on Reader's stomach and cum eating.

Word count: 3001 (why the fuck is this this long 😭💀 this was supposed to be a fun little like 1k drabble)

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Your heart hammers against your ribcage as you knock on Hyunjin's front door. It's fine. It's just a movie night. It's just the first time you've ever been to his apartment. It's not a big deal in the slightest and, you severely need to chill the fuck out.

All of these mantras suddenly are nowhere to be found when said door swings open and your date's shy smile greets you. He's just wearing a simple, white shirt and some grey sweats and, it's all enough to make you feel as though your tongue weighs a tonne.

"Hi," he greets you, one of his dimples poking out. Oh god, you need to calm down. You don't need to give Minho more fuel for his 'you have it bad' teasing. Though he might not be wrong.

"Hey," you respond, pulling him into a hug once his door shuts behind you and his arms around your waist boil your blood in a way a hug really shouldn't.

"I have some snacks and drinks laid out on my coffee table," he says, "I wasn't sure what you'd like but, I tried my best and there's a pretty wide spread," the way he rubs the back of his neck urges you want to kiss him. So, you do.

You lean up to kiss his soft cheek lightly, "Thank you, Hyunjin. It's all more than enough." The two of you have kissed enough that this isn't too out of left field but, from the way his ears burn pink, you'd think this was the first time your lips have ever touched him.

"You have nothing to thank me for," he mutters, but he holds your hand all the same and tugs you along to his couch. You try your best not to stare too hard at his broad shoulders and the veins that run along his arm, ending at the fingers that wrap around your own.

"I still wanted to anyways. It's sweet of you," while you are being sincere, a more private part of you enjoys how easily flustered your compliments make the beautiful man. You'd learned very early on into going out with Hyunjin that he was more shy than one would expect. Which really only endeared him to you more.

The slight flush on his face prompts you to bite back the grin that threatens to spread across your face. This is Hyunjin. You had no idea what you were so nervous about in the first place.

You're trying to focus on the movie that's playing on his screen. Really, you are. However, playing with Hyunjin's hair as you spoon him and drawing patterns on him with your other hand is infinitely more engaging. You still pipe up with comments here and there from what your mind is able to latch onto to, but you've been thoroughly distracted for a good hour now.

It's especially difficult to pay attention with his hand burning an imprint into your thigh where it's made itself quite at home. Which is pretty bold for him. You've been the one that's had to swallow down all of your shyness in every step of this....whatever this is. You held his hand first, you hugged him first, and you were the one to initiate your first kiss.

Would it be too far to nudge him to turn over and kiss you instead of focusing on the historical film unfolding on the screen?

"Hey, is everything okay? You seem a little distracted?" He shoots you a concerned look, and you can't help feeling the slightest bit guilty.

However, Minho's annoying voice chooses now to ring through your skull:

Just go for it. This guy is obviously as into you as you're into him. Stop overthinking everything. Plus, let's be real he didn't invite you over to just watch a movie.

"No, no, I'm okay," you hurry out and search for all the confidence you can find, "I think I'd just- I'd just rather do something else instead of watch this movie."

Hyunjin blinks at you, "Oh, don't you like this one? You should've told me. I don't mind watching another one if that's what you want."

You very strongly resist dragging your hand over your face in frustration.

"No, Hyunjin I-" you take the plunge and elect to let your actions speak for you instead of stumbling over your words for an embarrassing amount of time. You lay your hand atop his that rests on your thigh, intertwining your fingers before leaning towards him, leaving ample room for him to stop you or move away.

You catch surprise in his face for a moment, but, to everyone's shock (except his probably), he closes the gap. His kiss is slow and so tender that it causes your heart to ache in your chest. His hand grips your tighter when you kiss him back just as tenderly. Unintentionally clenching your other hand that you completely forgot was in his hair.

He whimpers into your mouth, and you've never understood the desire to devour someone whole until now. He looks like he wants to run and hide or apologise to you for some godforsaken reason. You don't let him. Choosing instead to lick into his mouth and, moaning into him when your tongues come into contact with one another. Tugging on his hair to inspire more of those gorgeous noises of his.

The two of you separate to catch your breaths momentarily. Lidded eyes meeting each other with the sounds of your laboured breathing and the television droning on in the background being the only ones your brain registers.

"I'd much rather do this than watch a movie, yeah," he jokes, his stupidly plump lips spreading into a small smile when you laugh in response to him. "Same," you retort, massaging his scalp and delighting in the way his eyes flutter and he hums in appreciation. You're not sure who resumes the kissing but, you don't think it matters all that much in the grand scheme of things.

Speaking of things that largely don't matter, you somehow find yourself rolled onto your back. Clutching at those same shoulders you were trying (and failing miserably) at not staring at earlier. You've lost track of time of how long you've been kissing him, a different film playing on his screen while his hand toys with the ends of your hair.

"Can I touch you?" He whispers so quietly into your skin that you nearly miss it, but your muddled brain manages to catch it nonetheless. He must read your stilling in surprise as a negative because he looks like he's about to spill out a slew of apologies, but you stop him before he can fully spiral, "Yes, please," you whimper, dragging one of his large hands to rest on your ribcage.

The flush on his face is so adorable, and that prompts you to pull him down for another bruising kiss. Your tongue snakes into his mouth as he hesitantly shifts his hand higher and squeezes your breast gently. The pressure, while minimal, is pleasant. Only serving to add to the slickness that's collected at the apex of your thighs. You cling to him even more and moan into his sinful mouth, arching into his touch. For all his reservations, Hyunjin is a phenomenal kisser, and you allow your mind to wonder whether he'd be this talented with his mouth between your thighs.

"What's that?" He mutters against your mouth, giving your breast another, much heavier squeeze and running his thumb over your nipple. The sensation sends electricity through your body, and your hips grind against the thigh that's been slotted between your own. His name leaving you in a choked whimper. His face pinches in confusion, still trying to understand what the bumps he felt were while his cock twitches in his boxers from the way you grind on him.

"What's what?" You belatedly respond once you are able to adequately find the words. "This," he reiterates, dragging his thumb over your sensitive nipple again. You try to hardest not focus on his question this time around, "Oh, that's my piercing."

"Piercing?"

"Yeah, my nipples are pierced."

That stops his hands on you.

The fog in your mind dissipates a little when you notice he's stopped, his expression unreadable. Oh. Is he not into that? God, this is going to be so fucking awkward. It was just going so well too-

"If it's not," he clears his throat, his voice having dropped significantly, "if it's okay, can I see?" He asks, and when he looks at you like that, how could you ever dream of saying no to him?

"Sure," you respond, gathering all of your resolve as you tug your shirt up until your breasts are exposed in the open air of his living room. Hyunjin just stares. He stares and stares and stares and keeps staring until it likely hits him that's maybe he's staring a little too long while you're left to stew in your thoughts.

"Fuck, I'm sorry they're just," he grapples with his words, "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

Would it be soon to admit that you're a little bit in love with him?

Shoving that insane thought aside, you smile up at him shyly, butterflies turning into dragons in your stomach as you watch him flush darker, "Thank you, Jinnie."

"You're welcome," he mumbles, sneaking shy glances at your chest as though you didn't tug up your shirt for him to gain a proper look at them, "I didn't know you had them pierced."

"Oh, I thought you noticed since I haven't worn a bra for like half of our dates. Maybe they're not as noticeable as I thought."

"I uh I try not to stare at your," you probably shouldn't find his floundering as amusing as you do, "y'know."

You choose then to cup his handsome face in your hands, giggling internally at the way his pouty lips form into a little o as you squish his cheeks in your hold, "Such a gentleman," you mutter before pulling him towards you for another passionate kiss that is more tongue and spit than anything else. His hands ghost over your breasts, not quite touching them, but the lingering is enough to pull whimpers from you and cause you to squirm against his solid thigh.

"Touch me, Jinnie. Please touch me," you're past the point of pretending to feel embarrassed.

His hands are on you in an instant. A mumbled 'fuck' swallowed by your eager mouth as he massages them in his hold. Experimenting with various pressures and squeezes and dragging his thumb along your hardened nipples until you're panting against him and tugging on his dark hair. Your hips jolt up into him when he tugs on them lightly, your panties starting to stick to you in a way that is a little uncomfortable, but you're too preoccupied to genuinely care.

"Yes, like that, Jinnie," you moan when he pinches them a little harder. His erection is hot and heavy against your thigh even through your respective layers of clothing as he shallowly grinds against you in search of any kind of relief. Your kissing has turned into little better than mutual moaning as you touch and feel and squeeze and tug. Hands gradually learning what the other enjoys. Drawing gasps and whimpers from one another.

"You're so fucking hot," he groans throatily into your neck with a particularly hard squeeze to one of your breasts and a drawn out rut against your thigh, "So sexy. Can't believe I get to have you like this. Such soft and pretty tits," he practically moans as he fiddles with one of your piercings. Your back bows into him, your pitchy whines echoing throughout his living room, "And your piercings? Fuck. As if your tits couldn't get any better," he grits out.

You suppose you can add this to the laundry list of pros of getting your nipples pierced.

"Hyunjin-Jinnie, you're so-" your words end in a strangled gasp as when his mouth attaches itself to your throat. Lavishing it with scorching licks and open-mouthed kisses as his nimble fingers continue to pinch and tug your sensitive nubs. A shiver coursing through your body when his teeth ghost over your pulse point. "Is it okay if I touch you too?" You ask in a rush as your fingers ghost over the hem of his shirt, "Please, Jinnie I need-"

"Fuck. Yeah. Yes, you can," and like that, your hands make immediate contact with his firm, warm abdomen. His muscles jump beneath your touch with every curious brush of your fingertips. He let's out shuddering breaths into your skin as your fingers familiarise themselves with as much of him as you can. With only some trepidation, you palm him over his sweats, and the length you feel causes your walls to clench hard around nothing. A dull ache settling between your thighs.

He whines. Full-on whines against you as you slowly drag your hand over him, his ears tinging red, and his blush drifts below the neckline of his shirt. His hips shallowly grind into your hand, his grip on your breasts grower harsher. Your established rhythm is interrupted when he litters kisses along your collarbone. Your breath hitching when he reaches your breasts, gingerly kissing the tops of them as he continues to ground his hips into your hand.

"So pretty," you don't think he means to say that out loud, but the compliment heats your molten blood all the same.

Not one to slack, your hand shifts to the waistband of his sweats. Sensing no signs of reservation on his part, you bite the bullet and slip it into his boxers. He nearly bites down on you when your hand wraps around him. God, he's so scorching and slick. The very real weight of him in your palm worsening the once dull throbbing of your pussy. Your fingers can't quite wrap around him but, that doesn't stop you. You stroke him leisurely, his moans being muffled into your skin and his hold on you tightening.

He groans in frustration before using one of his hands to tug his boxers and sweats down his thighs. His cock finally being free from its confines. Seeing it is significantly worse than just feeling it in your hand. Of fucking course his dick would be just as pretty as he is. Of course.

He snaps you out of your daze with a whine and a snap of his lithe hips. His red head leaking with pre-cum as he fucks your fist. There are a few veins you catch that run along his length, and you wonder what kinds of sounds he'd make for you if you were to trace them with your tongue.

They'd probably sound as exhilarating as the ones he's heaving into your breasts now.

You're too preoccupied with dragging your hand along his cock to notice the contemplative pinch to his brows. Thus, you're taken by surprise when his warm, wet mouth envelopes one of your nipples while his other hand is content to knead and toy with your other breast again. Soft gasps from you this time accompany the slick sounds of your hand stroking him. He curiously tugs on your piercing with his bruised lips, and the way you squirm is more than enough for him to gather that you enjoyed that. The vibrations from his groans adding to the overwhelming sensations.

You just hope you haven't soaked through your shorts by now.

His hips pick up speed while he happily continues to lap and suck your breasts. The sounds of them snapping into your hand coupled with the generous pre-cum dribbling out of his reddened tip twists and twists the knife of arousal embedded in your core.

You expected it but, you still blink up at him when he muffles a drawn out whimper into your chest and his cock pulses in your hand. Streaks of white decorating your hand and your stomach as you continue to stroke, albeit much slower than the pace you'd established. Maybe you're being a little sadistic but, the little noises he let's out as you continue to touch him are just so hot. How could you not?

His body shudders harshly above you as he rides out the remainder of his orgasm. His hand juts down to yours to stop your movements, "Too much?" you ask, and he nods against your chest. His chest still rising and falling quickly, his laboured breaths hitting your freed nipple as he tries to come back down to Earth.

"'M sorry," he mumbles while you remove your sticky hand from his softening cock. "You apologise too much," you laugh lightly, kissing the side of his head and stroking his hair with your non-cum stained hand. "What are you even saying sorry for?"

"Cumming all over you," he gestures to the few streaks on your stomach and your sullied hand.

"Oh, that? It's no big deal, Jinnie," a mischievous smile spreads across your face, "I actually think I like being covered in your cum." He watches you utterly shell-shocked as you bring your hand to your lips. His breathing coming to a stop as he laser focuses on the way you lick off his cum. It's a little salty but not unpleasant. You think you could get behind swallowing his cum on a regular basis if he'd let you.

If hadn't cum literally moments ago, he's certain watching you lap up his seed would've done it. His eyes heavy with want, and his bruised lips parted as you continue to clean up. He kisses you deeply when you're finally satisfied. Not caring in the slightest, or perhaps revelling in, that you'd just swallowed his spend.

Yeah, you should probably let your roommates know that you'd be a little late tonight. You'd just just block Minho for like a day if he was too boastful with his, 'I told you so.'

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Good Boy (Tup X F!Reader smut)

One of my New Year's resolutions is to be more shameless. So enjoy some utter filth, courtesy of someone who thinks there can always be more dominant-reader smut out there.

Description: You're unwinding at 79s after a long week, when you spot a certain clone watching you from across the floor. One who gives you other ideas about how to destress. Words: 3.3k Content: Praise kink, hair pulling, dom reader, oral sex, bathroom sex, minor 501st shenanigans Rating: 18+ (minors fuck off. please.)

Taglist: @freesia-writes @wolffegirlsunite @clonethirstingisreal @trixie2023

You’re four drinks in, and you’re starting to feel it. A pleasant little buzz tickles the back of your brain, just enough to shake off the last of the week’s tension. Propping one elbow back against the bar, you survey the dancefloor of 79s from over the rim of your spotchka soda. Before you is a rolling sea of bodies, pushed and pulled by the thundering bass like a relentless tide. You’re drawn in by the undertow, a hypnotic beat swaying your hips as you join the crowd and quickly find yourself lost in the rhythm. Taken far from the stress of a long, long work week. Stars, you’d needed this.

You come back to yourself after who-knows-how-long to the nagging feeling that someone’s eyes are on you. A quick scan of the crowd finds no obvious onlookers. Not that you’d be opposed to that: there’s a reason you pay the extra cab fare to the clone-dominated bar on the surface instead of settling for the cheap lower-level clubs. But just when you’re about to push the feeling aside, you spot him. Big, brown eyes, tucked into the corner of the room, trying hard to look like he’s not watching.

He’s in a private booth toward the back of the bar: the 501st’s usual post. Maybe you should feel a little sheepish about being at 79s enough to know that. But locking eyes with the trooper across the room, you can’t feel anything but intrigue. Only a split second passes before he looks away, skittish and, you could swear, shy. Nothing like the other clones you’d encountered here, all show and bravado: the other 501st members being among the biggest offenders. But this one? He has the same (handsome, rugged, chiselled) face as the other clones. But something about him feels different. Softer, gentler. He laughs at something one of his brothers says, and the way his smile creases those tooka eyes has your gut clenching. And that top knot? …Well. Maybe you needed to blow off some more steam than you’d realised. He’s making an effort to keep his attention away from you, but after a few long moments, his eyes betray him, and he meets your gaze once more. Here we go. You raise your glass in his direction, adding a wink for good measure. His eyes widen, and he nearly chokes on the drink he’s tipped up. You’re grinning, you realise, as you let yourself fade into the music again, working your hips a little more deliberately as you weave through the crowd to the back corner.

You don’t rush. It’s half the fun, playing the game, drawing it out, drinking in the anticipation. He’s trying, poor thing, to keep his cool, but by the time you reach the edge of the crowd and approach the booth, he’s visibly flustered. You’re close enough now to see the teardrop tattoo adorning his cheek. Is it an attempt to seem as tough as the other clones? Or an embracing of his more sensitive nature? You’re hoping, if you play your cards right, that you might just find out.

The other 501st troopers leave you no room to speak when they notice you, falling over each other to offer you a drink and a seat. You pay them no mind, taking a step toward the middle of the booth. “Hey. What’s your name?” Silence. The other clones watch, shocked and grinning. One of them, a Republic cog tattoo across his face, elbows his brother in the side to jog him into speaking. “Tup,” he says, and asks you your name in return. You smile as you tell him. “I haven’t seen you here before.” Another clone, goateed, speaks up, topping Tup’s glass up from a large bottle. “He’s fresh off Kamino. First time out,” he smirks. “We wanted to show him a good time. Maybe you wanna help?” You can’t help but find it cute how instantly his brothers become willing wingmen. And how bashful Tup looks when it's mentioned that it's his first time. The two either side of him barely contain their excitement when you extend your hand. “Maybe I do. Can I buy you a drink, Tup?”

His mouth opens, though it takes a long moment before he can summon the words. In the end, the “yes, please,” he stammers is drowned out by the cheers and taunts of his brothers. They all but shove him out of his seat and toward you, whooping and making crass jokes that turn poor Tup’s cheeks several shades darker. Lacing your fingers with his, you pull him in close and lead both of you back to the bar.

As timid as he seems, he’s just as eager, and twice as polite.. While you wait for the bartender to pour your drinks, he’s already asking you about yourself, where you’re from, how often you’re here, what you do for work. By the time you take your glasses and find a corner of the bar to stand at, you’re surprisingly invested in the conversation. He’s a natural gentleman, and a much better listener than most people you’ve picked up in bars before. When there's a moment's pause in the conversation, he tightens his grip on his drink and takes a slow breath.  “You… You look beautiful tonight,” he says, so earnestly that you almost melt. It makes you all the more determined to show him a good time, especially when you see how pleased he looks as you thank him for the compliment, how happy he seems with himself for managing to say it at all.

You turn the talk to him when you can find a gap in his thoughtful questions, and try to return the favour. Tup gushes about the rest of the 501st at the slightest chance he gets. It’s clear he looks up to them: he talks about them like they’re his older brothers. The stories he shares have him more at ease, though he still looks like a tooka in headlights when you reach out and run your fingers over his neatly-tied hair. You're suddenly fighting the impulse to pull it free, to tangle it all up in your fingers and play with it. Later. “Haven’t seen many other clones with hair like this,” you say. “It's gorgeous.” Tup's mouth pulls into a wide, beaming smile, colour flooding his cheeks. He tries to bury his sheepishness behind his drink. Cute. “Thanks,” he mumbles. “The boys say it suits me. It's nice to have something different from them.” You almost kiss him right then and there. But you resist. There's still more to show him. “Do you want to dance?” you ask. He swallows hard, then nods, and lets you lead him to the dancefloor.

Even if you hadn’t been told that this was Tup’s first outing, it would still be as clear as the blinding neon lights around you. He’s painfully still, stiff and off-beat. Laying a hand on the pauldron at his shoulder, you lean in to speak into his ear. “It’s okay,” you say, as gently as you can over the thundering music. “Just relax. Follow my lead.” His hand twitches in yours when you guide it to the arch of your waist. You find yourself glad you’d picked the black dress tonight: it’s thin, with cut-outs and panels of mesh that let you feel his fingers on your skin. Starting slow, you coax Tup into a gentle twist to the beat. Before long, he’s easing into it. Following your lead, just as directed. It’s a kind of high, this feeling of confidence, of control. Of being trusted. Tup’s simple swaying grows to a roll of his hips, each one betraying more heavy intent. When he seems comfortable enough, you reach out one hand to his side, and pull him in close.  “Are you having fun?” you ask, your lips inches from the shell of his ear. “Do you want to keep going?” He gives a shallow nod, and forces a low, breathy, “Yes.”

Reassured and wanting more, you tighten your grip on his hip as you dance. The distance between you has closed, the two of you drawn in magnetically. You wish you could press fully against him, but the hard planes of his armour keep you from feeling him like you want to. It’s maddening, only adding to the growing heat under your skin. Roaming fingers find a gap above his cuisse, teasing where his skin is covered only by a thin body sock. At the same time, Tup's hands on your waist creep lower. When you give the flesh a squeeze, relishing the feel of firm muscle under your grip, you could swear you hear a whine escape Tup’s throat. He does the same, bunching the hem of your dress in his fingers, deliciously firm. “You’re good at this,” he mumbles. You run a hand over his arm, squeezing the flesh below his pauldron. “So are you.”

When you pull back to look at him, the smile that settles on his face is brighter, sharper. There’s a spark of mischief in his eye, one that you can’t help but find endearing despite the ache between your legs. It’s driving you to impatience, your mind clouding over with all the things you want to do with -and to- this gorgeous, gentle, genuine man. You’re not sure how much longer you can last out here. You’re closer again, each grind of his body now presses one thick thigh directly to your core. Your pulse quickens. The music throbs around you, filling your head and pounding in the hollow of your chest. The air turns electric. Your hands at his back. Your breath on his ear. Tup’s greedy, devious touch dipping low, then lower. Low enough to grip a handful of your ass and squeeze, tight, dragging your pussy against his thigh. You thrust against the plate of his armour, turning to press your lips to his neck.

“Good boy.” 

You hadn’t meant to let it out. It had floated into your mind on the haze of your pleasure and slipped from your mouth in a low purr, all before you could think to hold it back. But before you can worry you’ve taken it too far, Tup’s head falls forward against you. He groans, heavy and stuttering, burrowing into the warmth of your neck. His eyes shut tight. His breath thick, searing on your skin.

Oh.

When he comes back out of hyperspace, his eyes are blown wide. There’s something under his gaze, something feral. You clench around nothing, driven wild by one thought: you’re going to bring that something to the surface, to see what else is lurking down there, waiting to be drawn out. Movements sharpened by lust and high on power, you hook two fingers into Tup’s belt and pull him toward the edge of the crowd. “Come with me,” you say. It’s not a question. Tup looks up. As though entranced, his feet move. He lets you lead him down the dark corridor, stopping at one of the bathrooms. 

The music dulls when you shut the door and snap the lock, sealing out the rest of the bar and leaving the two of you alone. You hadn’t realised how heavy you were breathing, not until you hear it in your ears and feel the heaving of your chest. Crowded close to you in the small space, Tup is faring no better. His eyes are laser focused on you, heady, hazy, and searching. A bright flush paints his desire clear across his cheeks, his lips parted enticingly. Curling locks have broken loose from his neat top knot. The loose strands catch the meagre light in the bathroom, glowing gold in a crown over his head. You open your mouth to speak, to check one final time that Tup is comfortable, that this is what he wants. Your answer comes before you can utter a single word: Tup takes your opened lips as his opportunity, and his mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your words and smothering your pleasantly startled moan. 

He's not patient. Despite his earlier shyness, or perhaps because of it, his kiss is frenzied, desperate and hungry. There are hands at your waist, your neck, your hips, your back, unable to settle anywhere for long. Like he's afraid the moment will be cut short, like he won’t get the chance to do everything he wants to. Wanting to reassure him, you lift a hand to cup his jaw. Your thumb traces teasing little arcs, feather-soft, across his cheek. “You feel good. Doing so good,” you coax, words muffled against his mouth. A low, shuddering breath fans your lips, and his grip on your upper thigh turns vice-like. You're pushed back, caged against the wall, your leg hauled up to hook around Tup’s hip while he drives relentlessly forward in rolling thrusts, chasing his own pleasure, grinding against you. Each wave sends flames licking up your spine, the hard plastoid of his armour unforgiving. It's too much, and it's not enough. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, tasting spotchka and something sweet as his mouth opens wider to let you in. The hot, heavy slide of your tongues together goads Tup on. The hand that isn’t holding your thigh creeps up your waist to the curve of your breast, gripping just hard enough that the pleasure verges on pain. You moan into Tup’s mouth, and, shyness be damned, he grins.

Not to be outdone, you give in to the impulse you’ve been fighting all night, and reach up to pull his hair free from its knot. It cascades down to skim his shoulders, gently curling now that it’s not pulled tight. Sharp nails rasp across his scalp as you gather a handful, tangling it in your fingers. You pull back from his lips, leaving him chasing you for more until you move to mouth at his neck, nipping at his jaw and the soft skin below his ear. At the same time, you clench your fist, twisting and pulling his hair roughly. Tup’s knees almost buckle. A ragged, broken moan wracks his chest.

“Kriff, please.” The words are torn from his throat, voice fraying at the edges. You smile against his neck, tilting until your lips graze his ear as you reply. “Please what?” you tease, head spinning with your own power. “Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?” Need and anticipation saturate the air as Tup struggles to catch his breath enough to speak. He mumbles something faint and slurred into your shoulder. Leaning back as much as you can while still shoved up against the wall, you use your grip on Tup’s hair, guiding him up to meet your gaze. “You can do better than that. Tell me what you want, Tup.” Whining like a puppy, Tup’s eyelids flutter. You feel him swallow, his throat dry. Still, he wills his clumsy lips around the words, glazed eyes heavy on yours. “Want to taste you. Let me taste you. Please.”

You hadn't realised until that exact moment how soaking wet he’s gotten you, how near your own limits you are. When you hear the desperation in his words, his eagerness to please, you have to take a moment yourself before you regain your composure.

“Good,” you breathe. “Now… on your knees.”

The hand in Tup’s hair tugs downward, and Tup follows instantly, greaves hitting the floor with a dull thud. You hadn't thought he could get any more gorgeous. But kneeling before you, his big, brown eyes haloed by dark curls, your breath is stolen by more than lust. With trembling fingers, he slides your dress up, cresting the swell of your hips. The cold air on your flushed skin sends you shuddering. Your eyes fall shut, a hum deep in your throat quickly growing to a growl when you feel him tug your underwear down. Every inch of exposed skin feels electric, buzzing, sizzling like a lit fuse. Tup’s eyes flit from your exposed cunt up to look at you, kiss-swollen lips hanging ajar. Keeping your gaze locked, he leans in, breathes deep, and opens his mouth around you.

What he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm. You don’t hesitate to tell him what to do, giving orders he follows with a true soldier’s precision and rigour. Each pass of his tongue coils you a little tighter, tracing lines of pleasure from you until it sweeps low to dip into your entrance. The angle presses the strong curve of his nose against your clit, and suddenly his shoulders are the only thing keeping you off the floor. “Good– mmph, good boy,” you heave, breathing short and sharp against the relentless pleasure. “You feel so good, Tup, don’t stop.”

The moan that spills from his lips hits right at your core, sending your cunt clenching around his tongue. He’s strung out, verging on animal, devouring you like a starving man, your slick coating his nose and running down his chin. He reaches up to clutch at you, at your ass and the backs of your thighs. Even through his gloves, his nails dig into your skin, little pinpricks of pleasure-pain like bright, burning comets among a glittering starfield. “‘M close,” you tell him, grinding forward against his mouth. “That’s it, just a little more. Just need–” Too pleasure-drunk to form the words, you find your punishing grip on his hair again and pull, dragging his lips up to your clit and pressing him in hard. He obeys instantly, sealing his lips around the little bud and sucking. You throw your head back against the wall, your mouth gaping wide around a silent scream. It’s already too much. You fist both your hands in Tup’s hair and clench tight, fighting hard to control the peak, to ride the wave without losing yourself. But then, that clever tongue circles across the tip of your clit. Gently, brutally, just barely ghosting across the white-hot nerves. 

Your mind fails you. Static fills your vision. Your ears are stuffed full of cotton. The air in your lungs turns to wildfire. The world outside shatters into a million tiny shards, until all that remains is you and Tup’s devastating touch, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of you that he can get.

You can’t say how long you drift out in oblivion before your senses begin to return. When you think you can trust your legs to hold your weight, you release Tup. He sits back on his knees, struggling to catch his breath, and it occurs to you with some embarrassment that you might have held him to you a little too tightly. He’s still panting as you pull your underwear up and shimmy your dress back down. Still, it doesn’t seem to bother him. On the contrary, he looks wrecked. He’s smiling wide, dazed and giddy, hair mussed, lips and nose glistening with evidence of his good work. You reach down to caress his cheek, and he leans into the touch, turning his head to press a wet kiss against your palm.

“Was it good?” he asks, sounding far too sweet for someone looking so utterly debauched. Your smile warms him, and his shoulders pull back in pride when you tell him, “It was perfect. You were perfect.” For a long moment the two of you stay like that, your gasping breaths gradually slowing and fading. Outside the bathroom door, the music continues to pound, a gentle reminder. Tup stands. His brothers are no doubt wondering where he’s gone. And yet…

“I–If you want to go–” You cut Tup off when he starts to speak, pressing a finger to his lips. “You were so good for me,” you say, hands searching around Tup’s waist until you find the latch you’re looking for. You lean in for a kiss, tasting your own release on his tongue. Tup’s crotchplate falls to the floor as you speak against his lips. “It’s only fair that I return the favour. Right?”

[cerise-on-top]

Sorry if anything sounds weird, English isn't my first language. But could you write a Farah x reader that gets flustered quickly?

Also, mentioned that you had a moth demon OC in the tags of one of your posts, she sounds cool! Could you show her? If you can't no worries 🫶

Hey! Don't worry about your English, it's fine ^^ And yeah, I do have a moth demon OC! Her name is Arya and I love her dearly! The one above is a picture of her in her human form drawn by Castawolf on Etsy and the picture below is one I drew when I was 17 or so! I never said I was an artist, I can't draw at all, so that was the best I could do back then! She'd be beige and a lot more fluffy, though :3 She was kind of inspired the the Radiant from Hollow Knight! Useless trivia, I know, but I just get so excited whenever I get to talk about her!!

Farah with a Reader who gets Flustered Easily

Farah would have a field day with you from time to time. While she won’t go out of her way to fluster you each time, she sometimes will do so. It’s just too cute, the way you go quiet, stumble over your words or fumble around a bit. Yes, she knows that she has to maintain the trust between the two of you, and thus she shouldn’t be playing around with you too much, but come on! It’s so much fun! Sometimes she just has to tease you about it as well and watch you get defensive over your behaviors. It’s all just too endearing to her. Sometimes Farah will stand closer to you than necessary, touch you a bit more than needed, like holding your face in her hands when you won’t stop looking away from her, or just straight up compliments whatever it is you’re doing. If you’re especially close, then she might just give you a kiss to your cheek to watch you hide behind your burger, for example. While she may not be the most cuddle-seeking person out there, she’ll offer you more hugs than usual, if just to watch you freeze up and go speechless. However, only she is allowed to fluster you like that, anyone else needs to grow up and leave you alone. Anyone else could be malevolent and tease you the wrong way. No, she can’t have that. If you’re flustered because of someone else, then Farah won’t take too kindly to it. You’re hers to fluster and no one else. This may or may not be because of the crush she has on you, but she would never admit to such a thing. As far as you’re both concerned she just likes to tease you. But never too harshly, she doesn’t want to see you cry either. Will tone it down a bit if it’s obvious you’ve become uncomfortable and apologize, but it will happen again, I can assure you of that.

[x-0ophelia0-x]

Ezra x Jacen’s Nany Reader

Hear me out….. there’s NO WAY in the galaxy that Hera leaves Jacen with only Chopper, I repeat CHOPPER as supervision… that droid has committed war crimes on a daily basis as a form of entertainment, simply because he could.

Sabine has been to busy being a part-time jedi apprentice, and looking for a way to bring her idiot best friend/brother Ezra back home to their Mama Hera..

Kallus is simply too busy as a stay-at-home dad raising his horde of Lesat cubs, while his hubby Zeb is busy working as a part-time recruit trainer for the New Republic..

So.. what’s a VERY pregnant Hera to do when she comes across a young girl, who happens to be the same age as the Son she had just lost, in the streets of a still recovering planet after the fall of the Empire? Watching as the girl gently tends to the sick and injured that others seemed to ignore.. all while this child is clearly malnourished and weak herself.

Surprise bitch, you just got adopted by the coolest Mama in the Galaxy..

Aside from helping Hera around the Ghost with chores, making sure the ship’s baby ready, and studying (because Hera wants to help her new kid after clearly observing her passion for medicine) she eventually becomes Jacen’s teacher and basically the family’s personal Doctor.. (and I mean the WHOLE family.. Zeb tried to avoid his annual check-up once.. wasn’t happy that Kallus ratted him out and basically tricked him into Reader’s office)

The main draw back that Reader seams to have in her personal life though??? Her severe case of “Resting Bitch Face” nobody seems to show any interest in her, and only her adopted family seems to not be bothered by it.. she even tries to do things to make her face less intimidating.. constantly being aware of her facial expressions and doing her best to keep her eyebrows slightly raised and a slight half smile on her lips…

Then Ezra comes back… and you bet your ass as soon as the crying, hugging, lecturing and overall emotional reunion is done.. Hera is dragging Ezra by the ears to get a FULL check-up by the most trustworthy doctor she knows.. and Jacen is happily tagging along, holding his “big brothers” sleeves while waiting for him to meet one of his favorite people.. the outcome is… somewhat unexpected.. Ezra trying to be charming and calling Reader’s “serious face” cute..

And Reader being genuinely flustered by Ezra’s awkward attempt at flirting…

Jacen.. is getting ideas, and Chopper is going to help him because CHAOS WILL RAIN!!!

……. and he’s got years worth of pranks to pull on Ezra.. might as well start now.. 😉

a gremlins Nany.

pairing: Jacen‘s Nany!Readee x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none

word count: 2,1 k

summary: You’re Heras most trusted person. Not only did you take care of her beloved son Jacen, no. You were and still are his Nany and best friend. And not only that, after Ezra’s return, Hera ofc trusts you with his check ups. And Jacen and Chopper have a lot of fun about this.

authors note: It’s not proofread, pls bare with me! 😭 I‘m sick and I gave my best to make it as good as possible :´D I hope this makes sense, I‘m not really familiar with medical stuff, especially when it comes to Star Wars 💀

anywayyyy

enjoyyyy <333

imagine this being Ezra waiting for his routine checkups, thank you xd

As she walked through the streets she didn’t fail to notice a young girl, helping the people in need.

Her way with the injured and sick was more then just gentle.

Despite her own visible weaknesses portrayed by a weak body.

After each treatment she only left them to treat the next one if they reassured her that they’re fine.

„Thank you so much y/n, wouldn’t know what I’d done if it wasn’t for your help“

Said an elderly woman, truly a heartbreaking scene even if this girl was a complete stranger to her.

was.

It didn’t take her long to approach the girl, she waited for her to finish the treatment on another injured citizen before she started to talk, startling the girl on front of her.

„Hey there..“

The girl turned around and met her eyes with the stranger, her gaze was shocked at first but soon turned into one of adoration as she looked at the pregnant woman in front of her.

„H-Hey..!“

„I‘ve been here for a little while and couldn’t help but notice your way of helping your people… could I ask you a question?“

The girl looked up to the green Twi‘lek while nodding a yes.

She didn’t know how to form the question since it was a rather personal one and let’s be honest.. they didn’t talk yet.

However, this planet belonged to the ones with the highest death rates, seeing the poor girl alone here, weakened and injured.. where were her parents?

„Do you have a family here?“

As if she saw it coming the girl nodded a no, a sad expression laying bare on her face.

The Twi‘leks heart ached for her. 

She just lost one child, seeing another one, assuming at the same age as him.. it was too much to just stand by and do nothing to help.

„Would you like to become part of my crew?“

y/n looked up at her, not fully believing her ears yet.

„Are you serious..?“

„Yes“

And just like that a huge smile appeared on her face.

„Of course I’d love to!“

The woman returned y/n‘s smile and offered her her hand.

„Name‘s Hera“

„Name‘s y/n“

-

A few months passed by from the moment where you firstly walked into the Ghost.

The ship wasn’t the biggest but oh force, you’ve never felt more at peace then when you got to enter your cabin.

The ship was cozy and it even had a medbay!

Hera then decided to inform you about the other crew members and their activities. 

That’s also the reason why it was so empty.. however.

Soon you were able to meet everyone, except one boy who Hera told you was missing.

Sabine grew the closest to you (after Hera and chopper ofc).

Even if her timetable was loaded with Jedi training stuff, you two always managed to spend some time together.

Zeb worked at a part time recruit trainer for the New Republic while Kallus stayed at home, making sure that their horde of Lesat cubs wouldn’t destroy everything.

Chopper is Chopper. 

There’s nothing more to that since we all know how he is.

There’s no way that Hera would’ve trust him enough with her still unborn child.

Soooo.. with Kanan gone and Ezra missing, there’s only one person left who she’d trust enough with her baby.

You.

You were studying medicine, something you wouldn’t be able to do without Heras help.

She became something like a mother role for you and ohhh my goodness where our excited for the day the baby would be born.

She didn’t have to ask you, couldn’t even since you started to turn the ship into a baby safe place.. at least the most possible version of this since it’s a spacecraft after all .

Hera was moved to tears, seeing how much effort you put everyday to ensure her baby’s safety while everything that Chopper did was to mess with your stuff.

Yeah you were the right choice, no doubt in that.

„Hey, could I ask you to do me a favor? But before I tell you what it is, just know that whatever you’ll answer is allri-„

„Yes I want!“

„What?“

The woman was too stunned to speak.

„But you don’t know what I’m going to ask you..?“

„If I want to take care of your baby right?? Please tell me that this was your question???“

There was a spark of excitement on your voice that made Hers heart to flutter.

She didn’t know if it were her hormones or her (for now) clouded judgement but she immediately hugged you, fighting back some tears.

„Thank you..!“

-

Some years passed by and thanks to Heras help, you were able to actually get an official status as doctor.

That wasn’t your only ‚job‘ tho. You were also a part time nanny for Jason from the moment on he was born. 

Being the most trusted person available on the ghost pushed your ego, making you think that you can perform both of your ‚jobs‘ at the very same time.

It did make some things harder for you, but it was her baby after all, he was worth it.

People who knew about your story would say that you’re literally shining in comparison to your state from when before Hera found you.

Others at the other hand were kind of scared off by your resting Bitch face, not showing any interest towards you.

Your new family didn’t seem bothered at all by it, not even Jacen, but you still gave it your best to improve your facial expressions.. they never faded tho.. .

So when the day arrived where the boy called Ezra returned, Hera instantly had an assignment for you.

She and basically everyone of the ghost crew used to tell you stories about him, how he made the ultimate sacrifice to safe his crew and Lothal.

Ten years had passed since then, since his disappearance and since you’ve been as good as adopted by Hera.

The days after the big news.. we’ll it’s safe to say that you never saw her this emotional in your entire ten years.

Not even when she was pregnant with Jacen, and this is a statement. 

You weren’t there when he arrived since you had some patients waiting for their treatments, but you soon found out about the happy news when Hera called you through your comm link.

And not long after you heard her knocking on your door, dragging an middle aged man by his ears, while Jacen tagged along, holding him by his sleeves.

She asked you if you could take a look at him, a very good one since he’s been absent for like.. I don’t know… 10 years?

Yeah, sounds reasonable. 

„Please do a FULL check-up. You’re my most trusted doctor on this galaxy.“

„Of corse Hera, well then Ezra.. Please take a seat.“

He freed himself from Heras and Jacens Grasp and went to sit on the special chair. 

Ezra seemed to be excited about the technical stuff that surrounded him.. you’d be too if you’ve been stranded in the middle of nowhere for a decade so.. .

„We’ll wait outside, just tell us when we should come“

Said Hera and with that she and Jacen left the room, leaving you and Ezra alone.

„Okay then.. how are you feeling? Are you injured? Sick?“

Knowing how Important he is to Hera you tried to somehow neutralize your „special“ expression.

And he seemed to notice this, you barely knew him and he already started to change his attitude around you.

„No, I‘m totally fine“

He had a grin on his face while you raised your eyebrow at his answer.

„I still need to take a look at you so-“

He already started to take his shirt off, I mean he didn’t have to, just you her push it slightly upwards but you weren’t complaining. 

Nope.

Not at all.

But you had to keep yourself professional.

„Why did you take your shirt off?“

„For the check-up..? If I’m not wrong that’s what patients to for the lung part?“

„Ah- Yeah sorry. Yes, ehm, thank you“

You checked his heartbeat, his lungs and everything you could do at the moment.

There was one thing that concerned you.

Not his health since it was in a good state.

But the way how he made you feel.

You tried to keep a straight, neutral, friendly face while looking him up, but he made it impossible for you.

„You’re cute“

„What?“

Your movements froze for a short while, this kind of comment was unusual.

„You’re cute. You know.. the way how you try to keep your face straight“

„You’re serious?“

„Yep. Why shouldn’t I be?“

He was charming, handsome, kind, you only knew him for a very short time. Like for real. But there was something positive around him.

And it flustered you.

„Thank you“

„Just telling the truth“

-

Unbeknownst to you two, a very curious Jacen was leaning right against the door, squeezing his ear as close as he could and boy did he smile when he heard Ezra talking to his best friend.

„Jacen, you know that it’s rude to-“

„He told her that she’s cute“

He whispered, loud enough so that Hera understood him.

And her face lit up.

„He what??“

„Shhh.. come here and listen“

This private moment, at least to your knowing, made you happy.

There was finally someone who immediately found interest in you, someone who wasn’t blinded by your facial expressions or your attempt at looking natural.

Weeks passed by and he turned out to continue to be as charming as he was the day you met him.

His genuine, true, loving self made you fall im love with him and the same goes for him with you.

Hera was happy to see how both of your presences affected each other for the better and Jacen was sure that he was destined to play your matchmaker. 

And chopper didn’t let this chance go by.

Jacen wanted to help his best friend and his big brother and Chopper had years worth of pranks to pull on Ezra. 

Chaos will rain

And even if Ezra had warned you that he sensed that something would happen, nothing could ever prepare you for what was to come.

It was a peaceful day at your office.

Your last patients for today waited in the waiting room and Ezra was one of them.

Hera didn’t leave him any other choice then to go and get frequent check ups from you just in case that he really didn’t catch anything on Perridea.

His frequent check ups became known to Jacen and Chopper and they saw the perfect opportunity in this to pull their first prank on you two.

Jacen hid behind the shelf with a music box while Chopper disguised himself as something fitting to his surroundings.

They knew that you’d welcome him into your office with a hug, your relationship witch him had gotten better and better and Jacen didn’t fail to notice this.

Knowing this was the base for this prank.

As Ezra neared himself to open the door to your room, opening the door and greeting you, Choppers mini metallic arm reached out and electro shocked his leg, making him loose his balance and fall straight into your eyes.

The pose you found yourselves right now was more then unexpected as his fall took you by surprise. 

Jacen then didn’t waste any more time and played on the ‚play‘ button of the music box, playing some semantic song which seemed to be popular. 

Chopper then took a photo, beeped some things and left the room with a grinning Jacen as fast as he could.

Your patients where beyond confused at the scene and went to your office to check if everything was alright. 

As you saw them looking you two up and down… your face became the deepest shade of red known to humanity.

Ezra’s too.

This ‚incident‘ may have helped you two to get closer but you were still shy about it.

Jacen and Chopper however had other plans and lets just say that this was just the beginning.

[oh-gh0st]

26 and 40 :3c

HAIII!!!! TYTY MIKAA i had lots of fun writing these today ^-^ i love my idiots they're so. Yes

enjoy!! 💚

26: goodnight

Sunset hues painted the sky as Choromatsu accompanied Ghost on their way home from the library they worked at, swinging their held hands lightly between them. They talked about all sorts of things, how their days were, if anything interesting happened, any new additions to the library- anything, really.

Choromatsu looked at Ghost as they talked. Even if they weren’t looking at him, he still found it so interesting to watch them talk and see their face light up or contort weirdly on specific topics. They were so cute… he was surely lucky to be so close to them. On a relationship and personal level, too. Oh, what a world to be in-!

"Hey!"

He was yanked back by Ghost’s hand, almost tripping and falling forward onto the asphalt had he not grounded his feet at the last second. He whipped his head back, about to yell about why they did that, and why the hell they were giving him an amused look. 

They pointed to the street sign above them, “We’re here. You know, at the corner?” 

His eyes widened, tilting his head up to see the street signs above them. oh yeah, the corner. Where they said goodbye for the day. He sighed, hanging his head low. He hated this part! 

Choro felt a hand lace itself in his, bringing it forward and between him and Ghost. He looked up from the ground, meeting olive-colored eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. He felt his mouth point up into an upside-down “v” shape, disappointment washing over his face. 

He sighed and squeezed Hhost’s hands, “I hate this part…”

Ghost released his hands, going to wrap theirs around the lower half of his waist, hugging him. “I know.” 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to move from the bittersweet comfort of the moment. But they knew they had to. I mean, they would see each other later in the week, but…

Still.

They parted from each other slowly, slowed movements just to savour the moment before they finished. They smiled at each other, longingly but also comfortingly.

Leaning forward, Choro cupped their cheeks and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ghost’s lips, not quite aiming where he wanted to, but it was close enough. Had he actually kissed them he would’ve freaked out, though. Maybe Ghost would too, from being flustered too easily and all. 

He lingered for a few seconds longer, before releasing Ghost’s face. “G-Goodnight. I-I’ll see you later…”

They nodded, “See you later, goodnight.”

Turning on their heels, they went their way to their respective homes. Both wished they could say one more thing, but neither of them could bring themselves to act upon it. Perhaps another time...

40: while one is asleep

Daylight barely breaks through the dark crimson curtains in the bedroom, peeking just enough to cast on sleeping eyes, the brightness waking them up from sleep. 

Sighing out in irritation Ghost turned away from the window, drawing the comforter over their head. A hand soon peeped out, prying around for their phone to check the time. Once they found it, and promptly winced at the brightness of the screen, their tired eyes adjusted to the screen and managed to make out the time.

6:18 a.m. Their alarm was set for 6:20.

“Two minutes… Are you fucking kidding me?” they grumbled, rubbing their eyes to wake themselves up. Might as well get up now. 

After finding a clean pair of clothes for the day, they exited their bedroom and stepped out into the living room. They almost made it to the kitchen, giving half-hearted a glance at the person sleeping on their cou- wait. 

They whipped their head to the couch, heart beginning to pound in their chest before they realized, sighing out loud and relaxing their nerves. They forgot they let Choromatsu sleep over last night... Since he got kicked out for the third time this month. 

Shaky hands rubbed their temples, now having a somewhat mild inconvenience on their hands. They’d now not only have to get up and get ready for work but also get Choromatsu up to get him home as well. 

Amidst their thinking, they heard a soft groan come from the couch, opening their eyes to watch him stir in his sleep. 

The way the sun from their balcony window hit his face at a pleasant angle... his gentle expression when he slept... it almost felt ethereal. Too ethereal. He looked so cute-

They slapped their cheeks abruptly, yanking their phone out to check the time. At most, they had about 3 minutes to be out the door... They quickly got their things together; bag, jacket, keys, glasses case, lunch, water…

Right before they grabbed the doorknob, Ghost spared Choromatsu one last look, contemplating a decision. 'Should I... Would I?'

Oh, why not.

They dropped their bag on the ground, walking and gently leaning over Choro on the couch. They regretted doing this, but only mildly.

Ghost leaned down, cupping and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. As they expected, he stirred immediately, waking and sitting up in a matter of seconds, surprised nonsense spewing from his mouth. Ghost leaned back up, running to grab their bag and open the door. 

Choromatsu rubbed his eyes, “H-huh… Wha-?” a pointed finger appeared in his vision first, followed by a blushing, irritated Ghost halfway out the door.

“I want you out of my apartment no later than half an hour after I’m gone.”

[ladyravenjadethe2nd]

Camie and Iida MHA

So I just tried out writing a new ship in my humor story for the lols and I kind of love it. They are adults in this and Iida is taking his 'nephew' Kaminari's kid out to eat.

Let me just drop part of Camie's point of view here from it and see what you guys think.

Camie like was not at all about her job right now. The hours sucked, her boss sucked, and there was way more dirt, blood, and guts to deal with on a day to day bases then she was expecting. No cap.

Not that she couldn't handle it. She was a Badass capital B, but her fights just weren't sexy enough on TV to get those sweet top 100 perks and that was not lit fam.

So she was lowkey husband shopping.

Boyfriends she could get. They lined up for her inspection, but again and again she found them lacking.

They were all such boys! Broke, rude, and immature, but she was not about old men fam.

Where oh where was her young muscled hunk, that wanted to get married and be both a Dad and a Daddy? One that would support her regardless of if she wanted to stick this Hero business out or retire to be the hottest housewife on the block?

Uh! And here she was looking so fire, and where was her man? The first time she lowered her standards and where was he? New thang was less hot then she deserved and older then her ideal, but he had said he wanted to 'treat' her. She just wanted a gentlemen and the pictures on his phone of him playing with his nieces were totes adorbs!

It had been 20 mins....maybe she should just go home?

With a final glance at the restaurant she had been waiting to go to with a special someone she spun on her attractive name brand heel and laid eyes on wide shoulders in a fitted suit. Yum.

He was tall with shoulders straight back. He gestured with his arms letting her enjoy the size. He had a narrow waist and firm thighs. Oh baby, Momma wants to smack that ass.

Hey she knows those legs!

There was something about a man in a full suit, but with pant legs short enough to show off his calves that was doing it for her. Like yes it was because of his quirk, but those muscles around his engines were firm fam. Did he rev up in bed?

Bet she could them to start smokin'.

The kid next to him was the deal maker. Camie was like gone on him. She loved a man that was good with kids and the little lecture he was giving about manners was like the cutest thing for real.

"Oh. My. God!!!! Tenya! It's been ages! No cap!" She used the opening to get her hands on that arm. So firm. She had to look up to talk to him even in her highest heels. A lady didn't chase after a man, but for this hunk a bitch might powerwalk.

"Ah Utsushimi- er Camie-san! What an unexpected surprise!" Awe he remember she preferred her first name! They hadn't had a chance to talk very often and when they did it was as Heroes. His bulky Hero costume did not do this man justice.

"It's like highkey totes great to run into you fam! You over here flexing that dad vibe." She was over doing it on the slang again, but it just burst out sometimes. Especially if she was just a little flustered.

"I'm not sure what that means, but thank you! You um....you look very nice. Are you here with someone?" Oh putting his arm up like that did great things to his outfit and was that a hint of a blush?!? She was melting.

"Thanks babes! I know this dress just slaps. I like was shook when I saw it! Would you like believe that I was supposed to have a date here, but got stood up? I'm like totes salty about it."

She took the opportunity to draw attention to her....dress and tried to make her tone more flirty and fun then upset about her circumstances.

Tenya gasped in genuine offense on her behalf.

"That scoundrel! It's unforgivable for your time to be wasted like that! It can be so difficult for a Pro Hero to get time off as it is." For a moment he looked almost panicked before he settled into rather red faced determination.

"I insist that you join us for dinner! No gentleman should allow a beautiful lady's night to be ruined!"

Fuck it, she had found her husband.

She agreed quickly because she was not in the mood to play hard to get. No she was in the mood too- where was the kid?

She liked kids and already knew she would like this kid. Mina had tons of stories about him to tell at work. Of course she had recognized little Hisoka on sight from all the pics going round at work.

They had been ignoring him for just a bit and she wanted to introduce herself. Prove how good she was with children and maybe she could have a little fantasy at dinner that she was here with her family and this was just her everyday life.

Hard to do that without the child though.

"Tenya, I totes don't see Hisoka anywhere fam." Had he gone to the restroom? On his own? He was a little young for that wasn't he?

"Hisoka? Hisoka!" Tenya Iida called in a commanding voice that did things to her and with his impressive height he must have spotted the child.

"There!" He pointed into the restaurant and took off.

She slipped her heels off and followed, but not without keeping her eyes on that impressive backside. What was that bitchin song she heard on the radio this morning?

Something like 'She walk past, I press rewind. To see that ass, one more time.'

Yeah babes it was something like that.

This was totes turning out to be a lit first date after all!

Anyway I just find this ship so fun and cute! A commenter called it PrimPop which I love. Anyone have a fic they know of with this rarepair?

I can also see a bit of drama with people assuming she's a golddigger, but really Iida is just a clueless rich boy and if he's going to invite her to a gala it's only right to give her a small present. Something common and useful like Oh diamond earrings! He's mother says they are for all occasions after all.

The full chapter won't make much sense to you if your only interested in this ship, but I'll drop the link anyway.

[senditcolton]

Happy birthday prompt night!! 🎉 could you please do 24 with Freddie Andersen?

ah, thank you! this one is very spicy and i hope you love it!!

You know your simple slight seductions spin me out of control.

He was doing this on purpose. That much you were sure of.

Before you met him, you weren’t this easy to break. Not much flustered you, so much so that some of your friends started calling you ‘Ice Queen.’ The irony that you started dating a hockey player was not lost on you.

Meeting Fredrik Andersen changed all of that for you. There was something about him that made you fold so easily, as if his fiery red hair was all it took to thaw you. He could just be sitting there and you would fall deeper for him.

He didn’t even have to try and that was one of the most frustrating parts for you. But when he was trying… frustration couldn’t begin to describe the emotions running through you as you desperately try to listen to Heather as she relays a humorous story about her kids, the gentle holiday music playing through the speakers.

When approached with the idea of going up to Wintergreen Ski Resort for an extended weekend getaway slash holiday party with the rest of the team, you jumped at the mere thought of spending even a few hours in a winter wonderland. You thought it would be enjoyable but now, you were ready to shove Freddie into the car and take him home. You knew Freddie was thinking the same thing based on the looks he was shooting you, the heat of his gaze burning more fiercely than the logs in the fireplace.

“Hey, are you alright?” Katie, Svech’s girlfriend, says, startling you out of your reverie.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Mind’s just wandering I suppose,” you reply, the half-hearted excuse out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“I get that,” Katie tells you and you both love and hate the knowing look that she shoots you after you watch her eyes flit from you to where Freddie was standing just a few feet away.

“Well,” you draw out, returning her look with a playful glare of your own, “I think I might go and hang out in the hot tub.”

“I never understood that, going in the pool in the winter,�� Heather says.

“No better time to do it!” you toss back to her, downing the rest of your drink before setting it onto a vacant table and slipping out of the door into the cooled night air.

You hear splashing and familiar laughter from some of the boys and when you turn the corner, you spy them: Jesperi, Andrei, Pyotr, and Seth.

They finally notice you when you walk closer and the excited shouts that come from them makes your heart happy. It meant a lot to you that you managed to mesh so well with the rest of the team, forming some quick friendships and with the ‘younger’ guys, it became somewhat of a fun sibling dynamic between you all.

“Hey!” you hear Jesperi shout again as you step over towards the chairs where their own robes were scattered. “Are you joining us?”

“You bet I am, Moomin,” you quip, lightly laughing at the twinge of pink that appears on Jesperi’s cheeks at the nickname, before glancing around.

“Did you bring a robe or something?” Seth asks you, noticing your slight hesitance.

“Completely skipped out on that step,” you admit with a small shrug.

“Please tell me that you didn’t skip out on the bathing suit step,” he laughs and you roll your eyes.

“That much I did remember. Planned on coming even if you hooligans weren’t here already.”

“You mean you didn’t come to see our smiling faces?”

“Nah,” you reply casually, “but it’s a plus.”

Your words get a few cheers out of the boys sitting in the tub and you quickly discard your dress, revealing the bikini that you slipped on underneath before climbing up the steps to the edge of the tub. It’s Pytor that offers you a hand to keep your balance as you step into the warm welcoming waters.

“благодарю вас” you say and you smile when you see the excited grin appear on his face at your brief Russian. “I’ve picked up on a few words,” you explain as you sit down into a free space, sinking into the bubbles.

You relax, letting the boys welcome you into their previous conversation, trading quips and embarrassing stories, occasionally talking about hockey even though the point of the trip was to get away from that, and playing the ‘older sister’ role when Seth asks for dating advice. It is nice to be around them in a more relaxed environment and you find the time passing quickly.

You are leaning back, listening to the boys talk when you feel a small kiss being placed on your shoulder. You are slightly startled and turn to see Freddie standing next to the tub with a smile on his face. You return it before your eyes register the fact that he is no longer in his suit. Instead, the complimentary terrycloth robe was wrapped around his body and when you look closer, you notice another in his hand.

“Hey Fred, you coming in as well?” Drei asks as Freddie makes his way around the tub over to where your dress was casually thrown across the wooden chairs. You don’t miss the look shot in your direction as Freddie notices the fabric, a look that made heat pool both in your cheeks and in your lower stomach.

“Yeah,” he replies and your eyes stay locked to his as he takes off his robe, a sharp breath coming in as you watch his arms and shoulders move. It isn’t long before he’s walking up and slipping into the hot tub with you all before moving ever gracefully over to the vacant spot next to you.

You are slightly surprised when his arm doesn’t move to rest across the top of your shoulders like it almost always did when you two sat next to each other but you push it from your mind. The conversation continues as normal with Freddie now chiming in that it doesn’t feel like anything changed. Not until you were laughing at something Jesperi said and felt a firm hand land on the top of your thigh.

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes connect with Freddie and he imperceptibly raises an eyebrow as if to silence you, that same hungry look in his eyes from earlier in the night coming back at full force. Your muscles clench because you fully understand what every action so far was leading to. In response, you barely widen your eyes and cock your head as if to ask him “really, here?”  When your silent question is met with nothing but a cool indifferent look and you lean back into your spot next to him, his hand still perched on your skin.

And when you feel it start to creep up, inching closer to your inner thigh, your mind jumps to the thought that played in your mind earlier that night: he was doing this on purpose.

You try, desperately, not to react as Freddie’s hand slips between your thighs, his fingers delicately tracing the edge of your bikini and you most certainly cover up your gasp with a cough when he finally moves underneath the material.

There is a slight shift in your seat, legs widen a little to give him access which Freddie takes quickly as his hand moves against you, the bubbles from the tub obscuring his actions. You attempt to make it even more innocuous by resting a hand on his bicep and leaning your head against his shoulder, trying to play it as if Freddie was simply holding your other hand in your lap.

It shockingly seems to be working for a brief moment, Freddie never being so obvious in his movements, going slow which, perhaps not so inadvertently, made you even more desperate. It isn’t until your hand on his bicep tightens when he hits a particular spot do you register a small cough come from Pytor’s direction. You glance over in enough time to see him whispering something in Andrei’s ear, Drei’s eyes flickering over towards you and Freddie before he clears his own throat.

“Well, Pytor and I are going to get a drink or two at the bar before it closes for the night,” he explains, lifting his body up to a standing position.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Seth replies, also getting up and exiting the hot tub followed shortly by Jesperi. They are putting on their robes when Jesperi looks back towards you.

“Are you guys coming too?”

“Nah,” you reply your pitch slightly higher as a whine barely escapes your mouth. You play into it, sinking a little bit into the bubbling waters. “I don’t want to leave the warmth just yet,” you lightly pout, causing a laugh from Jesepri.

A few small goodbyes are traded and you wait until you hear the gentle woosh of the hotel lobby door closing before you are leaning back, letting the moans, whines, and whimpers that you’ve been holding back fall as Freddie increases his movements against you. It doesn’t stop until your body is stiffening, the wave crashing over you as you gasp, the cold winter air a stark contrast to the heat radiating off your body.

When the high fades and Freddie’s hand withdraws, you jolt upright and lightly smack him across the chest. His only response is laughter.

“What the fuck Fred?” you hiss, more embarrassed than truly angry. “You couldn’t have waited until later?”

“No,” comes the fast reply and before you can even register his movements, Freddie is hauling you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. “Do you know how crazy you were making me tonight? In that fucking outfit of yours? You don’t even have to fucking try.”

You can’t stop the laughter that falls from your lips and after a moment, you look to see Freddie staring at you with a question on his face.

“No, it’s just… I was sort of thinking the same thing about you tonight.”

“I was trying though,” Freddie says, revealing the truth that you had already figured.

“I know,” you laugh, leaning closer into him and finally capturing his lips in a heated kiss. You break away, relishing in the feeling of his broad hands gripping you tightly. “It was very distracting.”

“So sorry for inconveniencing you.”

[sky-neverending]

I wrote this a little bit ago and don’t know if i’m gonna continue, but i’d thought i’d share with the world Steve’s unhealthy obsession with Eddie’s eyes. lemme know if i should finish it!

The first thing Steve noticed about Eddie were his eyes. He supposed, in a weird way, he had always noticed them. They were big and brown and bright, gleaming with a fiery passion that Eddie carried through him. Steve remembered, vaguely, the way they caught the light as Eddie passed in the halls, the soft taunting nature of them paired with an unwavering smile when the basketball team cornered Eddie to poke fun at the one person who went against the norm proudly.

They reminded Steve of something, something he couldn’t quite place. Something on the tip of his tongue that he spent hours and hours trying to place, to no avail.

Finally, he brought it up to Robin, despite the inevitable teasing he knew was bound to come with the question.

“Hey Rob?” He called out from across the empty vast of the Family Video. Her head snapped upward, away from the stack of tapes she was rewinding, giving him her full attention.

Steve sighed, biting his lip as he tried to think of the proper way to phrase his question. “Do Eddie’s eyes remind you of anything?” He asked, a blush creeping over his face.

Robin hummed in response, pulling her attention partly back to her task. “I don’t pay that much attention to his eyes.” She paused. “Why are you paying that much attention to his eyes?”

An awkward cough escaped Steve’s throat. “I’m not.” He mumbled lamely, a poor excuse that wouldn’t convince even the most naive of minds. “They just remind me of something, and it’s bothering me that I can’t think of what.”

Tilting her head, Robin shrugged. “Sometimes he kind of looks like a baby deer.” She suggested as she worked. “His eyes go all wide and bright and-“

Steve cut her off, jumping with excitement. “That’s it! Bambi! He looks like Bambi!” A satisfied grin overtook his face as he turned to look at Robin, who was open mouthed and unimpressed.

“Ok. Cool. He looks like Bambi. Why are you all excited?” Steve shrugged, face flushed a bright pink.

“Don’t know.” He said with an unconvincing sigh as he went back to sorting through movies that were placed incorrectly on the shelves. “I don’t know.”

A few seconds later, there was a loud clamor of bells and the door being pulled open and slammed shut, followed by a boisterous exclamation.

“Buckley! Harrington!” The painfully familiar voice rang out, followed by a poorly held back chuckle on Robin's end.

“Hey, Eddie.” She greeted him, coughing to cover up her laughs. “Great timing.”

Steve shot her a glare before plastering on a fake smile and turning to greet Eddie. “Ignore her.” He grumbled, eyes trained on the movie in his hands. “She’s being extra Robin today.”

Robin squinted, lips pressed together in a thin line. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what you-” Steve began, but he was cut off by the disappointed clicking of Eddie’s tongue.

“Ladies, ladies.” He tisked, crossing his arms is mock displeasure. “Save the bickering for another time. Right now, I have a proposition.”

Steve’s stomach flipped as Eddie walked closer to him, gesturing for Robin to follow with the curl of a finger.

Leaning against one of the display shelves, Eddie spread out his arms dramatically and took a deep breath, head facing the floor. On the exhale, his gaze moved upward, and his deep brown eyes caught the overhead store lights perfectly as his gaze met Steve’s. Those eyes, Steve thought, might be the death of him. They were far more dangerous than any monster he had encountered in the past and any trouble he would ever get himself into again.

He was so captured by the gaze that he almost didn’t hear Eddie speak. The words glossed over his ears, going in one and out the other with no type to register in his brain.

Flustered, Steve cleared his throat, drawing himself away from Eddie’s eyes, which were now scrunched together in a questioning manner.

“Sorry, what was that?” He asked, hoping Eddie didn’t call too much attention to his lack of focus. And he didn’t, luckily, though he did shoot Robin a rather curious look through the side of his eyes.

“I know I'm pretty, Harrington, but you have to pay attention in conversation.” He joked, leaving a pathetic choking sound to exit Steve’s throat as he tried to protest, one that Eddie blatantly ignored.

“I didn’t say that.” Was all Steve could manage in response, the words tumbling lamely into the air with a huff. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

[yoinkschief]

Hey y'all, little announcement time :)

It's nothing so serious so don't worry, haha

But I WILL be taking a break from social media for two weeks starting today. Nothing bad had happened, I promise, I'm perfectly okay :)! It's just in the last month a LOT has happened, and I'm grateful for it all

I've met a ton of cool people who are fantastic to be around, and I've had lots of fun talking and drawing with them and just interacting with them in general

And I've even had some of my idols/favorite artists follow me back which is CRAZY TO THINK ABOUT, and I know they're regular people like I am and I shouldn't get so worked up over this kind of stuff, but it's still crazy for me to think about it

Fuck it still boggles my mind that people like my stuff- I'm so not used to all this attention and that's why I'm taking a break, just cause I'm finally able to take a break from all the stress happening in my life and I deserve a bit of a break I'd say lol

I am SO GRATEFUL for all the love and support, gosh I still get giddy when I see likes or notes on my posts, to think people actually interact with my art, reminds me of when I was first starting on Instagram (my art was so bad LMAO I've improved so much) and I'd get lounge 3 likes from my friends and a couple handful from random strangers and I'd get flustered over that, it's the exact same as it is now hah

But I've never been good at handling tons of praise, I try to say thanks as much as I can to show my appreciation but I can't help but feel like I'm coming short, like I'm not properly expressing my gratitude. But that's personal butt problems I'm gonna try and work out over this break, or at least start to unravel the large yarn ball of, but just know every note or interaction I have makes me happy and I greatly appreciate all of you guys :)!!

Apologies for the long rant, I didn't mean to speak all much when it's just "TL;DR: Taking a break for two weeks cause I can't handle praise" haha, but I want y'all to know I'm fine, just don't wanna get a big head or anything lol and I also want to chill my beating heart cause it's crazy to be to think people actually enjoy shit of mine, that entire life forms with cognitive thoughts and lives of their own take time out of their day to spread a little joy my way. That's wild. It's crazy

Even that was a ramble, hah

Anyway, I'll be back soon! I'll probably only respond to DMs but I'll mainly be in Discord DMs because that's where my partner is so :) of you wanna reach me that's how

Also I might have a couple of scheduled posts for the next few days? Just so my account isn't dry? It's art I've already finished so I can instead work on the upcoming series :)

Yeah, still no name drop, lol, big debate on whether or not I would, but feel free to ask any questions about it now that the teasers are done, I'll try to answer as many as I can when I get back without spoiling anything lol

[sabineelectricheart]

Courtship Concerns of Unfortunate Young Men

Summary: Ominis wants to tell Rosalie something, but he feels as if it is not his place to do so. She encourages him to do so anyways.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 2300

Notes: More of an argument, less of a fic. Mr. Gaunt may know and be friends with Phineas Black, but it doesn’t mean he’s rich.

It was late at night at the Slytherin common room.

Ominis had thought he was alone until he heard that voice. He had dropped his wand for the night and was much too entertained with the record on the gramophone to pay attention to the movement of footsteps around him.

"Hey."

He picked his wand up. It was Rosalie.

"Hello. It is..." He shut down the music with a swish of his wand. "Very late."

She smiled at him. "Sebastian said you wanted to talk to me."

"I, uh, I did not tell Sebastian that, but if you want to talk…" He said, recovering from the surprise. Even if he is blind, it is rare that someone catches him off guard in this manner. "I guess that there are some points we should straighten out about..."

She sank down on the couch next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him from talking.

"I got the impression that he had not said anything to you, but he implied it was important.” She pauses for a second, and then shoots, “Are you keeping something from me?"

He scoffs in response. "What? No."

The girl lets out a small laughter. "Yet that question flustered you. What is it that bothers you, Ominis?"

The conversation about taking risks and allowing himself to have the things he wants flooded through his head. The Sallows pointed out, rightly, that the Beausoleil girl was a desirable match in the Wizarding circles, even in the Muggle ones, it appears, with her talk about the Queen Charlotte’s Ball early next year.

If he does not shoot his shot soon, someone else will. All purebloods, even those with some sort of defect, are eventually arranged in marriage, which is a topic that always agitated Ominis to no end. There is no reason why things would be different for him and Rosalie.

"Ah, alright. You got me." He sighed, steeling himself. “Sebastian, Anne and I have been talking about things.”

“Dark magic things?” She asks, carefully.

His eyes widen. “No! No, none of the sort. It is a bit more personal, I suppose, and I should share with you, too.”

That is not the assurance he thought it was, the girl considered, but she nodded anyways, trying to maintain composure and calm, so she can properly listen to what is going to be said, whatever it was. If she gets nervous, too, it would be of no help and her friend might not be able to get on with it.

"Here is the thing, and you might laugh, but, uh..." He stutters and trails off.

She cocked her head. "Yes?"

"I care about you." The teen said carefully, clearing his throat.

She smiled softly. "I know. You have such a big heart, Ominis. You may claim you don't have feelings, but you care about all of us, and we all know it, believe me."

"No, not that. I mean..." He fumbled with his words, looking frustrated.

Her voice was gentle. "What?"

There was a long pause.

"I care about you differently than I care about them." He said finally. "And it is good, it felt good for a while, and then Sebastian draws attention to it and then I am confused because this is not something that I understand. But it is there. It is there and it is different, and I do not know how to articulate beyond that."

Rosalie blinked, looking a bit surprised. No, she was very surprised. Of all things that she expected him to say, that has not even entertained itself on her mind.

"I do not suppose I can help, right?” She asks, and he nods in response. “Let us try this, then. I promise that I shan't make fun of you for trying. In fact, uh, I might like hearing whatever it is you have to say."

Ominis cleared his throat again. He turned his hands face up as he aimed his gaze just off her eyes. He had been told that he is rather bad at positioning his eyeline, that it comes out as a bit creepy as he is always talking to the walls, and not to the people in front of him, and he wants to convey it as straight as possible.

"Um, well, you might have realised that I do not enjoy physical contact. I suppose us here in Slytherin do not have much of an occasion for hugs or handshakes, but even the warmth of others in close proximity is enough to make me anxious.” He smiles wryly, lost in a flash of a memory. “In fact, I bump shoulders with people in crowded spaces often, due to my disability, and I am always uncomfortable with it. I have a reputation as brash because I never bother to excuse myself.

“I do not feel it when it is you. Rather, it feels... Good, very good, actually, when you touch me. When you pat my shoulder, or take my hand. I find myself wanting those moments to last longer, when logic says I should feel unpleasant because they happened. And..." Once again, he cleared his throat, shifting his weight between his legs. "And sometimes I am, uh, stressed. About classes, about my family, or Sebastian, or-or whatever. Then you walk in the room and.... You have a calming presence, Rosalie. I get this sense that things are going to be okay, even though it makes no sense that you being in the same room as me would, would bring about something magical and erase whatever hurts me in this way."

Ominis gave a little laugh at the stupidity of the logic. If magic could solve any of his problems, he would already have rid himself of them. In fact, more often than not, magic is his problem.

"But, uh..." He paused, as if consciously trying to not clear his throat. "Then there is… Stuff.”

“Stuff?” She asks, confused about what he could have meant by it.

He scoffs, despondent. “Well, you know… Pureblood traditions. Matchmaking.”

Her posture had been relaxing as Rosalie listened to him, as if she was melting into the couch, but now her eyes flashed and she stiffened, suspicious as to why such an idea would come up in a conversation like this. He does not mean to inform her that…?

"What about it?"

"This..." He shook his head vigorously. "It is a ridiculous envy, but I fear that it could prove a genuine issue."

She cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

“I am unsure whether you know or not, but… Well, I am not a wealthy man. In fact, you may describe the financial situation of my family’s as severe poverty.”

“Ah.” She nodded tersely. “Yes. Suffice to say, yes, I had been informed of it.”

“Likewise, I have been told that yours… Is not in a similar situation.” He chokes the words out.

“That would be correct, yes.”

Her parents might not be particularly happy with her decision to come clandestinely to Hogwarts, for reasons that are not immediately clear to her just yet, but she is far from disowned. Even if she was, she had been able to rake up a reasonable income through several small business ventures up and down the valley, enough to cover her student expenses and, maybe, after graduation, independently sustain a modest house in a hamlet, if she so chooses.

“I am not my father’s eldest son, so anything there is left to inherit will most likely go to my brother, Marvolo.” He explains, with a detached voice. “I do not covet anything from the Gaunts, mind you, and the fact that there is very little just makes it easier for me to disentangle myself from it. However, I recognise that I must not be the dream of a son-in-law to any father.

“I have seen those prints that you bring Anne, of those Muggles from London and the continent. I have heard about the balls, the plays, the regattas and the horse races. I fear… I fear whomever is with me will not be able to enjoy any of those pastimes. That is, of course, not mentioning all the other troubles that are to come from a match with me. I am, in the end, much more problem than I am worth.”

Rosalie shook her head slowly back and forth.

"Ominis…" She said in disbelief. "You are such a fool."

"Those are the facts, Rosalie." He responded, sternly. "My intention was only not to appear crass."

Even if he cannot see, she felt the need to place her hand on his cheek and lightly turn his face towards her.

“You may be right about everything you said, even if I am sure you are not, but your implication certainly is not.” She caresses his cheek, and he leans into it, in spite of himself. “Alas, I understand what you mean to tell me.”

He sucked in a breath. "Oh, that was... Satisfactory? You-You understood?"

"I believe so, but as I listened to you, I want you to listen to me." The teen girl said, calmly. “Can you do this for me?”

Ominis nodded stiffly.

With his assent, Rosalie let go of his face and reached out for one of his hands, curling her fingers around his. She felt him react, his thumb rubbing her skin back, treasuring the touch as he said he did.

"I think I understand." She tipped her head, trying to get a view of his eyes as they continued to look at their hands. "Ominis?"

He turned his head at her, and she was encouraged at the way his eyes, not completely open, keep searching for her, even if he would not be able to find her gaze.

She inhaled slowly, feeling shaky. "Tell me if I understand."

Rosalie hesitated for the briefest instant, then leaned forward, her eyes falling shut in the same graceful motion as she put her lips against his.

She both heard and felt his sharp intake of breath at this new touch, then he was shifting his weight, kissing her back, catching her bottom lip between his. Perhaps finally understanding the concept, he placed his free hand on her leg, just above the bend of her knee and over the long wool fabric of her skirt, warming the skin beneath unlike anything she ever wore before.

She silently suggested they deepen the kiss and Ominis likewise silently agreed to the proposal. As if in a rush, moments and slip-ups begin to pop into her mind, of those few rare moments when he had forgotten himself and spoken to her, told her he loved having her voice in his ear, how he adored the smell of her perfume against the cold and wet air of the dungeons, how he appreciated her company and how grateful he was for her help with Anne and Sebastian.

Everything was blurring again, spinning around them, but, this time, it was safe, no-one else was there, no-one's life was at risk and there were no relics to be discovered or curses to be broken. It was just the two of them at the centre.

For Ominis, that effect is hardly something new, as he feels out of himself whenever he catches a whiff of that smell of flowers on her perfume. If his life depended on it, he could not have told anyone any of his observations or notes at the Potions class they brewed Amortentia, as the smell was absolutely overpowering. Everything was a golden abstract in his mind except for her, humming and brewing next to him in a way that was proper enough for him to remain long enough to realize that he was enjoying the closeness. Long enough for him to taste that Gaunt insanity and greed that brought upon their downfall.

He had behaved dangerously that day, but there was no such danger today. Today it really was just him and her, alone in the common room, and he felt her kiss from head to toe and found himself moving his hand from her leg to her hip, wanting to tug her closer but unable to come up with an efficient means of doing so with them both sitting on the couch.

She interpreted his movement correctly, scooting herself closer to him, sliding her hands up to his neck, and his somehow found their way around her waist, the most complete and prolonged contact he could remember. Then he pulled back, eyes still closed; the spinning had migrated to his head and he was short of breath. He inhaled slowly, deeply, and his eyes fluttered open, still only inches away, a small smile on her face.

"Uh…" He tried to articulate, feeling like words were probably appropriate to the situation but finding none that were suitable to what he was feeling.

She put a finger to his lips, silencing him. Ominis took a deep breath and relaxed, dropping his shoulders and feeling relieved of having to lead conversation.

"Was that alright?" She asked gently.

She was wondering not about the quality of her action, but the action itself, and he understood.

"Yes. Yes, of course." He said, giving a quick nod. Then, once again clearing his throat, he gave her a smile. "You understand. You just said it better than me."

“Good.” She smiled and then leaned over into his ear, whispering her address and breaking the Fidelius over her family residence. “I shall tell my father to wait for your owl, yes? Do not take too long.”

He nods, eagerly. “I will get on with it right away.”

Rosalie laughs softly, gets up from the couch and scurries away, leaving Ominis alone with his thoughts.

Two owls left the castle that night heading south.

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Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

[crazytwirlcurls]

Toshinko Week 2020 Day 3: Fantasy / Extra! Extra! Read All About It!

All Might and his fantasy.

That’s it, that’s the post.

(Inko was a sketch from 2019 that I decided to outline and color which turned into this for the prompt lmao)