#FULL BIOS WILL COME SOON

[enypneion-aa]

ended up adding two more character and their little blurb is under the cut until i write full bios :p

WENYAN: wenyan, the advisor to ailun, was part of the elite noble families of zaetia. before ailun became king, his family was part of group of people who took advantage of the corruption his father created. wenyan's sister, xinyue, was part of this group of people. she was the leader of a secret cult and used the cult members as victims to gain more power. she became close "friends" with ailun to use his own powers, since he is able to control blood. this, however, caused an imbalance in the nature of the world. some said it made the gods angry and others said it created more eshra, but it was found later on. xinyue was executed and in her death, wenyan was the true victim. his family's importance lessened itself and everywhere he went, he was nothing but an enemy. people signed him out and he had no place to be.

that changed, however, after ailun became king. he offered him a place in his court as his advisor and he does well to prove himself. the kingdom is still as careful about him, but they don't say anything due to ailun' himself's. centuries later, he is sent to narbarad to work with shams on better their people's relationship with each other. he spends a lot of time in shams' safe havens and in certain cities of zaetia as they work together. the two form a romantic connection but during one of their missions, wenyan loses his life to the infamous sea snake, dying right next to her. this was the work of an eshra, but one that was controlled by a certain reera.

ZARBAHA: born and raised in one of the villages of narbarad as part of the biggest tribes of her district, she was a reera who controlled the light that was given by the moon and was a warrior since birth. she was trained by her aunt since childhood. she lost a large part of her family after an attack by a group of reeras. doing what she could at the time, she takes her family and flees, not knowing that the reera were actually looking for her. she finds shams, who was travelling towards one of her safe havens at the time, and places her siblings under her care. she asks the princess to place her in her court, so she can pay her back, but instead, she is given the option to be part of the military due to shams seeing potential in her skills for something more.

she accepts, but when she reaches the capital city, she finds out that there is a secret section of the army named the swordsmen of the dawn who are the right hands of the commander in chief in battle. she undergoes the trials to join and later on becomes the first in command of the swordsmen. shams and zarbaha become close lovers during her time in the capital, but during the third war against kuiniel, she loses her life. the swordsmen and shams look for her for years and centuries later, they will find her frozen in kuiniel itself, kept somewhere secret so claudia de ninno can extract her magic for themself.

[revcnqe]

NAME ⊣⊢ William J. Butcher

ALIAS ⊣⊢ Butcher, Billy, Daddy, Monsieur Charcutier, Motherfucker, Lime sucking smart ass and other flatteries

CURRENT LOCATION ⊣⊢ New York City, NY

NATIONALITY ⊣⊢ British

ETHNICITY ⊣⊢ Caucasian

SPECIES ⊣⊢ Human Supe

GENDER/PRONOUNS ⊣⊢ Male, he/him

BIRTHDAY ⊣⊢ Dec 16

AGE ⊣⊢ Late 40's

ZODIAC ⊣⊢ Sagittarius

MBTI TYPE ⊣⊢ ISTP (mistyped as ENTJ)

BLOOD TYPE ⊣⊢ 0 negative

MORAL ALIGNMENT ⊣⊢ Chaotic neutral

OCCUPATION ⊣⊢ Self-declared "Independent contractor" ; Vigilante and leader of The Boys ; former Royal Marine, CIA operative, Private investigator for the FBSA ; (Status verse dependent)

WEAPON(S) ⊣⊢ Crowbar, bare fists, guns, rifles

CRIMES ⊣⊢ Murder, manslaughter, assault, vandalism, substance use and distribution, blackmail, theft, arson, terrorism, high treason and many more

COMPANIONS ⊣⊢ The Boys, Terror (his english bulldog), some other poor souls who took a liking to him

ANTAGONISTS ⊣⊢ Homelander, Vought, almost all supes

STRENGTHS ⊣⊢ Strong combatant, skilled investigator, masterful manipulator, good liar (positive trait in his opinion)

WEAKNESSES ⊣⊢ Rude, consumed by hatred and rage, doesn't know when to stop (he does but is stubborn enough to keep going), has problems with showing affection and positive emotions in general

HEIGHT ⊣⊢ 6'1'' (185cm)

WEIGHT ⊣⊢ 200lbs (90kg)

HAIR ⊣⊢ Dark brown/black

EYES ⊣⊢ Hazel

BODY TYPE ⊣⊢ Tall, broad shoulders, muscular strong build

COMPLEXION ⊣⊢ Light to medium skin tone, plenty of birthmarks, freckled shoulders and upper back

FACE ⊣⊢ Beard, overall rugged features but gentle eyes, large unhinged facial expressions repertoire

VOICE ⊣⊢ Deep tone, gruff, harsh, commanding, charismatic, resonant

POSTURE ⊣⊢ Intimidating

DOMINANT HAND ⊣⊢ Right

SOME QUIRKS ⊣⊢ Cockney accent, excessive swearing, does a certain head tilt when speaking

SIGNATURE OUTFIT ⊣⊢ Tight fitting jeans, heavy boots (always untied), hawaiian shirt (half unbuttoned), black leather trench

FACECLAIM ⊣⊢ Karl Urban

RELATIONSHIP STATUS ⊣⊢ Widowed ; taken, single (Verse dependent)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER ⊣⊢ Anastasia Evans (Main verse)

ORIENTATION ⊣⊢ Chaotic bisexual ; top, switch

SEX DRIVE ⊣⊢ Average, high

LOVE LANGUAGE ⊣⊢ Physical touch

KINKS ⊣⊢ Yes, definitely

AFFECTION TYPE ⊣⊢ Hedonist

COLORS ⊣⊢ Black, grey, blood-red, dark teal

FOOD ⊣⊢ Fish n' Chips, Hot Pockets

DRINKS ⊣⊢ Tea, coffee, whiskey, dark ale

SMOKES ⊣⊢ After sex, under stress

[geek-fashionista]

Official art previews for the Trainwrecks cast (launching September 2, 2024 on Substack)

[angstfactory]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find ( Jesse Prescott ), the ( 35 ) year old ( rancher ) originally from ( Butte, Montana ). Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're ( industrious ) and ( indelicate ), but what you might not know is that they are a ( human ), and that they’re hiding something… ― michael vlamis, pansexual, male, and he/him.

TRIGGERS: alcoholism, abandonment, child neglect, death/loss

one of three children, the middle child. has an older sister and younger half-brother.

both parents weren't meant - nor did they want - to be parents. they got stuck with each other early on because they fooled around too young and didn't have much choice.

dad was an alcoholic and kept pissing away the opportunities his parents gave him. mom was burnt out carrying two jobs and little maternal instinct.

was basically raised by his older sister. they were two-peas-in-a-pod, growing up together. she's why he ate. she's why he muscled through school.

they were essentially dumped onto their elderly grandparents a lot of the time. got used mostly for free labor and chores around the ranch.

mom eventually ditched their family with some grocer ten years younger, and not long after got pregnant with another kid, too. has only met him a handful of times.

eventually, even his sister decided to head off and live her life. he's still real sore about that, as he felt abandoned.

just one of your classic misunderstood, coarse persons that's more concerned about covering his own ass, because everyone else has shown he's the only one he can rely on. that's why they say he's a no-good troublemaker with a chip on his shoulder, he sure does love to live up to it.

isn't a bad man, but he'd prefer you think so. he'll definitely toe the line of right or wrong, regardless.

followed in step with the old man in finding solace at the bottom of a bottle, and a gnarly habit of terrible card game. even still, he's the one that stuck around to take care of the guy when he got sick.

his dad inherited the ranch but wasn't able to care after it, so that fell on jesse too, eventually. now he's passed, and the question of what remains is up in the air, 'cause technically it's gone to both him and his sister. but who knows where she's at?

has just been running prescott ranch, mostly on his own, and not doing too bang up of a job on it, sadly.

still a bachelor, but he's got a few exes around. if one could call them that.

truth be told, he's aware there's funky stuff going on in cardinal hill and that some folks ain't really like him at all. does he believe in any of the rumors? hard to say. it's easy to ignore what's right under your nose.

[absum0]

deepika   padukone   ,   38   ,   cis   woman   ,   she/her    𓇢𓆸    here   they   come,   one   of   blackwater’s   finest   —   chloe   kapoor   .   everyone   thinks   they’re   so   exuberant   and   bewitching   ,   but   i   know   that   they’re   really   vain   and   exasperating   .   whatever   the   case,   it   seems   like   weird   stuff   happens   wherever   they   go   ,   ever   since   they   got   here   four   years   ago   ,   especially   at   their   job   as   a   retired   pageant   queen   /   theater   teacher   at   blackwater   community   school   .

[           ✦           ]     𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   .  .  .  .  basics.

full    name:    chloe kapoor nickname(s):    chlo

age:    thirty8 date    of    birth:    august 2nd place    of    birth:    los angeles, california

ethnicity:    south asian, konkani indian species:    angel

nationality:    american gender:    cis    woman pronouns:    she, her

family    ties.

mother:     aisha kapoor ( alive ) father:        hamid kapoor    (    deceased    )

siblings:  amber kapoor ( sister, alive )

spouse    /    partner:        none. children:        none.

pets:   shere khan, orange cat

occupational    information.

occupation,    current:        theater teacher occupation,    previous:      pageant queen, model

  physical    appearance.

face    claim:        deepika padukone

hair    color:        brown eye    color:     brown

height:    five foot ten tattoos:    none

piercings:    one in each ear clothing    style:    -

[           ✦           ]     𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   .  .  .  .   biography.

→ trigger warning : -

tbd lol.

[raiderlandrum]

ASHLEY JAMES "AJ" LANDRUM

I  like  to  feel  my  bones  when  they  crash  into  my  heart.  I  like  the  taste  of  blood  when  you're  tearin'  me  apart...

DOSSIER*  |  VANITY  |  AESTHETIC  |  STARTERS  |  HEADCANONS | MEMES

[varicrux]

name : seo-jun wang. age : twenty-six. birthday : december 26th. gender : cis-male. ethnicity : korean. occupation : lead character artist working in animation ( dreamworks ). orientation : straight( ? ) | closeted questioning. likes : sunflowers , driving , dogs , gardening , mysteries / true crime. dislikes : his parents , anything horror-related , nicknames ( used on him ) , dairy , frogs. traits : sarcastic , impatient , aggressive , loyal , protective , clever.

trivia.

his father owns a multi-billion dollar corporation of ideas he stole from his best friend & then had said friend framed for a crime that placed him in prison. his mother divorced his father early in his childhood when she caught him cheating and left them both , claiming that seo would be just like him. 

he has a little sister that he used to adore , but she was taken by his mother when she left him & his father. he wishes to see her again some day.

seo & his father never really got along & a breaking point happened when his father betrayed him in one of the most disgusting ways possible , effectively destroying their relationship ( & the relationship he had with his girlfriend at the time ).

because of the way he was raised & generally having to fend for himself throughout growing up , seo-jun’s a pretty prickly person & not easy to befriend. he’s prone to aggression when he’s angered , ready to throw hands with whoever’s in his face or willing to fight him at all. despite this , he’s normally calm , can even be a little nice when he wants to be ( which is not often ) & truthfully , he doesn’t want to be a bad guy. he just has a lot of bullshit & baggage to sift & heal from.

[debtsunpaid]

new muse!

KLAVIER LUZ FURCHTBAR / JALLAKUNTILLIOKAN (vertigo-based oc / hellblazer comics) — over 40 (isn't sure), they/he, spanish-german, ex-astrophysicist, current engine of the fear machine, intended vessel for the revival of jallakuntilliokan. a drifter who lives their life half-in and half-out of the Dreaming after becoming psychically entangled with the fear god during its banishing, attempting to find a way to separate their consciousness from its looming eldritch presence before it takes full possession, rips open reality, and assumes its god-form. fc: daniel brühl.

vibe: solaris, moon, venom potential triggers: unreality, hallucinations, possession/body manipulation, body horror, backstory references to freezing to death & unwanted experimentation note: this is technically a dual muse. while my default for interactions is klavi, i am also willing & interested to write jalla being in (temporary) control of the body upon request.

exploring themes of:  a personal apocalypse,  the god problem,  wouldst thou like to live deliciously,  my skull runneth over,  is this hunger my own,  descent into bicameral mentality,  alien geometries,  go mad from the revelation,  there is something in your mind’s eye

[kyri45]

And when the day kisses the night you know that, even after the dark, the light will shine on a new sunrise.

AT LONG LAST.

AT LONG.

LAST.

THE BITCHES. FINALLY. KISSED!!!!!!!

SHADOWPEACH IS OFFICIALLY CANON!!1!1!1 (in the au)

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV/ FIRST / NEXT )

Next part is coming on February 8th, 1PM ET

You can bet your ass they kept making out on the way to heaven.

More rambling and Horizontal and vertical versions of the kiss under the cut!

Well, what can I say. It's been a long journey, but the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU can finally be officially a "Shadowpeach-canon" AU ahah. Hopefully the slow-burn wasn't too painful. I put my heart on my sleeve when I say that I swore to myself that as soon as the two bitches completely, fully forgive each other, then, and only then, they could have their moment.

Then, something something-having your true form while doing an act/saying something means showing the honesty of what you are saying/doing-something something

I laughed my ass off so many times while drawing panel 7 bc like- Mac is just "omg this idiot is so stupid, he's my idiot, I love him so much"

lastly, finally, FINALLY, I don't have to hold back anymore! Prepare yourself, Im gonna go full blast with these bitches. If you thought whatever they were doing before was gay, BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. this story might as well turn intp a FWP (plot? what plot? fluff without plot)

hehe mac in panel 17 is like "oh NO U DON'T! PUT YOUR MOUTH WHERE IT BELONGS

Maybe this is not as epic or as a boom as the spicynoodle kiss. But that's kind of the point. They are the doomned toxic yaoi who healed in the past 6 months. They have always been together kind of. A kiss is just one of the hundreds other actions and words they shared during all the other parts of the story. They loved each other well before this chapter. So a kiss is just a natural course of them re-discovering each other and their intimacy. They sleep together (literally sleeping together, not sex yet) they comfort each other at their lowest, they saw each other inner selfs, they call each other nicknames, they call each other beautiful. I mean this was less of a "Slow Burn" and more a "put it in the microwave cause it got cold so that it slowly get warm again, but the food was already cooked"

[the-yokai-party]

New muses: the Oni siblings

[bluukive]

Can I request an instance where jjkmen have put on a few pounds but y/n is all heart eyed about it and wearing the jjk men out. (She loves how beefy her husband has gotten and maybe she’s asking him to come to the bedroom for the FIFTH time today and it’s barely noon lol)

Big Boy

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, please have an age in bio when interacting, jjk men x reader, thirsty!reader, slight insecurity, mentions of weight loss

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Toji, Gojo

an - oh I am SO making this into a full post soon tysm for your yummy brain

EDIT : FULL POST HERE X

[classyrbf]

COME HOME! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...you’re afraid one day he won’t come home, leaving you in a constant state of worry and fear of what could happen especially with his family in on the line

INFO...toji fushiguro x ex assassin fem!reader, fluff with some angst, domestic relationship, megumi is readers bio kid, toji an assassin, mentions of blood, sweet ending, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

i'm sorry for being gone for so long and not writing anything or even sticking to my kinktober plan, quite literally fell into a black hole of unmotivation and writing smut was not helping at all lmao

The night was brutal, cold air striking your skin and the winds were sharp. Yet, you sat by the cracked window, your skin felt like it was on fire. Police sirens flooded the silence and the small dim lamp did its best to light up the room. With your knees tucked to your chest, you sat and watched the cars drive by, one of the streetlights flickering every now and again. Little Megumi slept soundly in his room, tucked warmly in his bed with his favorite stuffed dinosaur. You had been up for hours, waiting for Toji to come back home from his job.

You lived with worry that one day he wouldn’t show up, come back home to you and his son. What he did was dangerous, being an assassin and what not. He always brags about how he’s the best, so fast and strong, silent as a mouse that most of them don’t even get the chance. But, what if there’s someone out there who is strong enough to put up a fight? What if he gets caught? Seriously injured? That’s what makes you worry. You knew what you were getting yourself into from the moment you met him because you also used to be an assassin, but as soon as you found out you were pregnant, that lifestyle was cut short. You’d never do anything to put your son in danger.

Many talks between you Toji about changing what he does, doing something better, safer, always led to arguments. It’s like killing was the only thing he knew how to do. It’s sad to say. But you couldn’t help but love him, and worry for him, care for him. You only wanted Megumi to be safe. The job was a dangerous one. Creating enemies along the way, a target painted on your head. You just needed him to come home. Nervously biting at your nails, your eyes scanned the streets and tops of the grungy apartment buildings. You always wanted to move out of this damn city, but Toji said it’d be too obvious if you two moved somewhere nice, somewhere you couldn’t blend in. As much as you hate to admit it, he was right. You just didn’t want Megumi growing up here, turning out like you or his father. You wanted better for your son.

The rattling of the doorknob makes your head spin, jumping to your feet before even thinking. You were on full alert, hoping whoever walks in was your husband and your husband only. Your eyes narrowed, the bulky frame of Toji stumbling through the doorway, his skin pale and shining with sweat. He slammed the door behind him, groaning in pain as he dragged his feet across the floor and to the nearest chair. He didn’t look too well.

Immediately, you walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, assessing him with a worried look in your eye. “Toji, baby?” You nearly fall over when you cup his face, his nose bloody and lip busted. You don’t even notice he’s holding his side. “What the fuck happened?” You’re cupping his face, eyes scanning his finger when you see the copious amounts of blood on his hands. Lifting his shirt, you see the huge gash on his side. “Fucking hell.”

“Missed you too, sweets,” he struggles to even speak, letting out a pained sigh. “Where’s the kid?” He asks, looking at you rummaging through the cabinets for the first aid kit.

“He’s fine, sleeping. Why?” You glance over your shoulder, snatching the first aid off of the shelf. You kneel in front of him, taking the bottle of alcohol and pouring it straight onto the wound.

“Fuck!” He screams, slamming his hand on the table. “Son of a bitch!” He hisses, clenching his eyes shut. “Could’ve warned me, you know?” He breathed heavily, his chest heaving up and down.

“Would’ve been worse if I did. Answer my questions,” you demand, wiping the blood around his wound while applying pressure.

“Fucker that got me knew about you and the kid. Though…shit—thought someone else might’ve came after you two. I tried getting here as fast as I could,” he sighs. His eyes flutter shut, clenching his fists so hard the whites of his knuckles show. “Don’t worry, I killed him. Obviously.”

“Yeah, he still fucked you up pretty good though.” You shake your head, grabbing the bandage and placing it over the gash. “I told you Toji, we need to leave, find somewhere safer, better. You need to quiet this shit, okay? We got a fucking kid to look out for—”

“Mommy? Daddy?” The soft sound of Megumi’s voice made you spin. He rubs his tired eyes, clinging onto his stuffed dinosaur. “Is daddy okay? I heard him yell.”

“I’m okay, Megs.” Toji flashes a smile. “Mommy’s just helping me with something and then I’ll come tuck you back in, alright? Go back to bed.” He points back to his room.

“Daddy’s okay, baby,” you say softly. Megs just nods and tiredly shuffles back into his room. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you wrap the gauze tightly around his torso before cutting it with the scissors and tucking it under. You toss the scissors to the floor, standing back to your feet to rid your hands of his blood. This is what you were afraid of. This is what you didn’t want. You were a mother now and you knew just how cruel this world was.

You take a rag and wet it under the water before gently lifting his chin, and wiping the blood from his nose. You’ve done this too many times before, it was practically like muscle memory. Stitching yourself up, wiping the blood that seeped into your skin and now you’re doing the same for him. His hands find your waist, squeezing gently while you stand between his legs and Toji forgets about the pain for a moment. His glossy eyes look up at you and he realizes what he has. A wife, a son, a family who cares about him, loves him. You’re always so gently yet so affirmative and he’s reminded why he fell in love with you. You make up every part of him that was missing.

“I’m sorry.” His voice and raspy and delicate. “I know I scared you when I walked through the door like this.” He gently grabs your wrist, pulling your hand from his face. “Look at me, baby.” And when your eyes meet his, he can tell just how worried you are, how much you’re hiding just to seem strong. “I’m sorry.”

Tears well up in your eyes and they’re falling before you could blink them away. “I’m so scared you won’t walk through the door one day, Toji. I wait by the window, watching and listening. Looking out for our baby boy. I don’t want that day to come when you’re not here because of this stupid fucking job,” you cry, looking away from him as you sob into your hands.

His heart breaks at your cries, pulling you down into his chest despite the pain he’s in because he couldn’t care less about that right now. He soothingly rubs your back, placing a kiss on your head. “We’ll leave tomorrow. Everything. Move somewhere else. Start a new life. I fucking promise you. I should’ve listened to you before and I’m so sorry.” His voice shakes with each word. “You don’t know how scared I was to walk in here thinking something might’ve happened to you and Megs. Just thinking about that…fuck…I can’t imagine.” He shakes his head. You cling onto him, holding him tightly. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” you sniffle. Lifting your head, you gently caress his cheek with the pad of your thumb, searching his eyes and you see is sadness and sincerity. “Tomorrow. Promise?”

“I promise, baby. Me, you, and the kid. We’ll all get outta here. Go somewhere nice. Maybe a beach, watch him play in the sand?” Toji chuckles. You nod, laughing. “There’s that smile,” he says.

“Daddy?” The little patters of Megumi’s feet make their way into the kitchen. “Are you still gonna tuck me in?” He pouts.

Toji looks at you and then at his son. You hop off of his lap and he stands up as if nothing is wrong, but still walking with a slight limp and his hand holding his side. “Come here, kid.” He scoops him up with arm like he weighed nothing. “How about you sleep with me and mommy tonight, huh?” He reaches to ruffle Megumi’s hair. You walk over to the both of them, your chest feeling warm, a smile adorning your face. Megumi leans his head on Toji’s shoulder, quickly shutting his eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

[lullabieswithdaisy]

dd’s little *wet* ballerina 🩰🩵

full set coming soon to jff (link in bio)🤍

[eraserbread]

suguru is so nice to u until u interrupt his meeting :( now he has to punish u in front of his husband, satoru. or, you and geto's pov from this drabble

check out parts 1. 2. 3. 4.

"just give me an hour, dear! i'll be with you so soon, I just have this meeting-

if you didn't stop him now, suguru would go on and on, assuming you're mad at him. you shake off his worry, giving him a sweet smile as you lounge back on their huge sectional. if you can help it, you always choose to do schoolwork at their house. i mean, come on, if satoru isn't here, all of his textbooks and cheat sheets from years of work are.

"I have this... exam to study for, just take your time."

he's leaning out of his office door down the hall, hair pinned back in a professional twist. you love him like this -- especially when his bangs are out. your brain loses all function when he looks at you with a gaze so packed full of admiration.

"you need anything at all, don't hesitate, okay? let me know."

"'m okay, geto-kun." you've caught yourself latching onto gojo's horny nicknames, but you admit he has a knack for them. in their presence, you're never called by your name. it's always some random love-licked phrase -- ducky was a current favorite of satoru's. suguru is mainly happy calling you his baby and referring to you as 'dear' like always. he's a man of habit, and you're blessed to be one of them.

"alright!" like a whack-a-mole, he disappears quickly behind the door, and you can hear him beginning to talk shortly after. he keeps his door open so you always feel comfortable to rush to him if need be. and, he kinda wants you to. this is his meeting after all, he chose this time and he could reschedule if you asked him just right.

while suguru goes on and on about inflation and property costs nonsense, you turn back to your textbook, balancing a highlighter between your teeth as you skim the same paragraph over and over again. seems like everytime you read it, your brain short circuits and deletes all information about the topic. cruel. your exam was literally next week.

right now, you were studying for your life science course, and though satoru taught chemistry, he's bounced around enough subjects to have ample cheating material. only issue is, satoru and suguru share an office, and suguru is knee-deep in a meeting, currently.

you'd have to be a bother, but you were okay with that.

suguru's smooth voice gets louder as you stand and walk down the hall. you're not too worried about being seen on camera, but you are wearing scandalously short shorts. now, it's just a habit whenever you visit your men. they like to look at you and you were happy to oblige, once more.

"mhm, and that's just the unfortunate truth about living in the city... those house insurance prices..." suguru drones, using his crossed hands as a chin rest over his desk. peeking in through the door, you can see he's in a space with about four or five other people. hell, it's better than twenty.

"and that's true for a lot of us, here-

"sugu..!" you whisper, peeking your head through the door. Immediately he whips his head, eyes wide in worry.

"yes?"

"no- i'm okay, i just." you creak the door further, stepping one foot inside the drafty room. "need to steal some of satoru's textbooks. they're behind you. the camera."

suguru turns around in his office chair, eyeing the insane shelf of books he's looked at for years. its only when you entered their life, did they finally serve a purpose. he nods. "which do you need? I'll grab them."

you take a few steps in the room, assuming his microphone is muted if he's speaking so openly. "life science? anything with bio, honestly. shit is impossible."

"i'm curious to see how much life science a writer will have to utilize." he laughs to himself, smiling as he combs the shelf for anything of the sort. it's true, his husband stock piles on books and material for a rainy day.

"stupid electives. oh, look." you get far too excited when you see it -- a hardcover bound book with 'Science: The Study of Life in All of It's Forms.' on the third shelf from the top. you point it out to suguru, but he's squinting in vain. "third shelf up, sugu."

"aha. gotcha." suguru stands on his toes, reaching up to retrieve the textbook and hand it off to you perfectly out of camera-shot. he's not too worried about his colleagues seeing you, but he's worried about them seeing you like this -- clothed loosely. you can respect his wishes. "go on now, dear."

"yes, sir." you scrape your teeth over your bottom lip as you give him a goodbye look, slipping back out through the door.

you only get a few chapters deep before you're bored and pining again. suguru was still in his meeting, and you really wish you were keeping track of time so you knew when satoru was due to be back.

you stand from your warm spot to take the book back, walking slowly to make sure he's still in the meeting before creaking the door open again. you definitely can wait for him to be done to put it back, but you're bored. suguru is free entertainment - what can you say?

suguru doesn't notice you at first. he's too busy nodding along to whatever gibberish another is spewing. you could call his name, but you didn't want to be too annoying, so you leave the book by the door and drop to your knees.

"yep. it's actually a great idea, once we head into this second quarter that will definitely be a factor." suguru continues, completely oblivious to your stalking. you're on all fours, trying your best to keep your head down as you approach him.

"sugu, i'm so bored."

poor suguru -- he almost jumps out of his skin. "fuck..!" then he curses again when he realizes he's in fact not muted.

"geto-kunnnn, please?"

suguru is flustered as hell trying to mute himself and flip his camera off. tomorrow he will push it off on technical difficulties, but nobody truly would give a damn. it's just a formality thing.

he tries his hardest to come off authoritative with you, but he's just flushed and embarrassed. doesn't help that you were sitting at his feet like the perfect little clingy pet.

"please, what?"

"i'm so fucking bored."

"why is that my issue?" suguru's voice dips a tone lower once he reads your energy. i mean, you're at his fucking feet sitting so pretty and patient. he loves when you look up at him and those innocent eyes widen. god, he's just obsessed with you.

he brings a hand down to pet over your face, tracing your lips against his fingertips. his breath catches in his throat as you part your lips, swirling your tongue across his pointer.

"fuck."

"you have something i want."

"yeah? yeah, you just stay just like that..." he mumbles, guts swimming with pleasure as he digs in his back pocket for his shiny black phone. "take my fucking fingers, baby. pretend like 's my cock you're kissing."

"mm, sugu..." his pillow talk is always the best and his flips it on and off so well. he could be calling you a beautiful angel at one moment, then flipping it and calling you his cock slut. there's truly no medium.

"...and pose real pretty for satoru."

suguru's pointing his phone over you, capturing the perfect lewd photo to send directly to satoru's phone. it takes less than a minute for his husband to respond in flustered messages, it draws a smile across his perfect face.

"somebody's a fan... personal request: pull her shirt up so I can see the goods. what a dork."

"it's like all you guys care about is seeing me naked."

"says the one sneaking into my office looking to get fucked." there's no buffer behind his words, he had you right where he wanted you.

vaguely, he can hear the sound of the meeting continuing, but doesn't listen. it's impossible to do anything when you're staring at him with wet lips and needy eyes.

"fuck, are you fucking kidding me? so fucking pretty." he's growling, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he reaches down to slide his arm under the hem of your shirt, large hand coming out of the neckline to choke you softly. you bare your neck completely for him, shivering as the coolness of his hands take over your entire nervous system. now, you're cold to the touch, and you wanted suguru to warm you up.

instead, he snaps another set of photos, sending them to satoru before tossing his phone to the side. he had a mind to fuck you up. in the nicest, suguru geto way possible. but, there was no nice way to describe what he'd do to you. he wants to turn your ass a burning red before stuffing it full of him.

yeah... that'll do just fine. but, first. he actually leaves his meeting. one cuss word wasn't damaging, but fucking his girlfriend in front of some of the richest realtors in the city wasn't a good idea.

once he presses that 'leave meeting' button, he's dragging you to your feet by the hold he has on your neck. you're already a whining mess for him, trying to catch your footing as he throws you over his lap.

suguru's always been the more gentler one of the two, though looks can be deceiving. satoru was a freak, suguru was just happy to be there to deal with it. but, when they're apart, suguru fills that freaky role just enough to keep you interested.

"gonna make this ass nice and red and give satoru a good shot." he mumbles, large palm massaging over your clothed ass. your shorts were too tight to wiggle off, suguru would actually have to peel them off of you, but he had other intentions.

"w-why?" you whine, standing on the tips of your toes to accommodate his height. "you said to come to you if I needed anything."

"i meant actual, important things. like... hey sugu, where's the pasta? i'd love to make you a meal."

"shoulda told me you were hungry-

"yeah, well now my meal is laid out on my lap." he places a little experimental slap to your ass, watching as you mewl and arch your back. the sight makes him lick his lips. he's so oblivious to the constant string of texts lighting up his phone because you're so damn intoxicating. "uh, tell me if it's to-

"just do it." you whine through clamped teeth, digging your fingers in the thickness of his right thigh. he finally slides his hand between the fabric of your shorts, giving them a few good tugs until they're tight around your knees.

"god, you're already so wet. gonna stain my pants." he growls, dipping his fingers between your cheeks and through your wetness. it's so humiliating, you bury your face deeper into your arm. you don't know why you get like this alone with suguru -- you just want to impress him, to give him an out of body experience. with satoru, its easier to balance out, and you don't have to worry about saying something stupid, because satoru already has.

this was so much more than a crush or baseless lust.

"but, you're a damn menace."

then, it comes: a strong, full bodied slap erupts against your ass, the aftershocks ricocheting off the walls. he hits like a man, not bothering to hold back because he knows you've taken worse. your skin blooms a magnificent shade of red in his wake, just begging for more color from his hand.

so, he hits you again.

and again,

then, once more.

he doesn't even realize your toes are strained and your cheeks are damp, he's terrible at losing himself in the moment. satoru is useful in always bringing him back to reality.

yet, he carries on after a brief pause, sucking in a breath before laying a series of four -- two on each cheek, making you shriek and writhe against him.

you wish you could see his face staring down at you. you're wondering if this is taking as much a toll on him as it was for you. but, suguru is strong, and his self-control is frightening, so probably not. the most he'd likely do right now without satoru is touch you a bit and send you on your way so he can finish his work. but, you don't want that. you came in here for a reason -- craving alone time with suguru for once.

you didn't care if it got you spanked or tossed around; you just wanted to be at his sweet, sweet mercy.

he gives you no warning when he trails his fingers down between your cheeks, biting over his bottom lip as he plays with your clit softly. His touch is gentle, but it shocks you. you seethe out a moan, reaching for something to grab onto in your vicinity. There's nothing -- all you can do is cover your mouth and cry into them as two thick fingers press inside of you.

it makes you shudder, broken moans falling from your muffled lips. it takes him less than a minute to find his way around your body, using his thumb to keep your clit interested as he fondles your g-spot. fingering is one of those guilty pleasures of his -- he loves the way you feel inside, the way you shiver and heat him ten degrees. it's so hot, you're so hot.

"satoru's gonna come home and fuck you limp, i just know it."

"do-don't talk like that!"

"no?" he pouts, raising his eyebrows as he tucks a third finger alongside his two, watching how your darling face turns up in inexplicable pleasure. "you don't believe me?" he's teasing you so fucking hard, using that gorgeous ass tone of voice that tears you at the seams. he doesn't even realize the effect he has on you as he takes another photo, gasping at the results as he sends it to satoru.

you knew you'd be in a whirlwind of trouble once he gets home.

satoru comes home...

[sylvaridreams]

funniest recent guild wars 2 experience happened while in a rift hunting squad. we've got a full squad, 50 people. we get to lake doric and commander calls a 5 minute bio break. everyone goofs off and runs around for 5 minutes. then we wait. 6 minutes. maybe he's getting water, a snack. 10 minutes. someone busts out a harp and plays us some beautiful music. 15 minutes. people start jokingly questioning where commander is. "did he fall in." "is he coming back." "did he die on the shitter." 20 minutes. "oh my god," says one of commander's guildmates. "will locked himself in the bathroom." "what?" "are you joking?" "no, he's in discord right now. he can't get the door open." jokes abound. "dude must have rattled the foundation of the house" "yeah he's never living this one down." 25 minutes. "will is live streaming from the bathroom." "I'm scared to look." "he's got his phone camera on to show us that the door is jammed." 30 minutes. people are getting antsy. "can someone else in the house get the door open?" "no he's home alone." "uh oh lol." "i g2g soon..." 35. our ranks have dwindled. the squad is half gone, half scattered across the map to do tier 1's. our harpist has left. 40. "he's trying to call out the window for help." 45 minutes. "jesus fucking christ," commander says, "fuck." "he's back!" "how was your bathroom break." "I don't even want to do this map now," commander says. "let's not do lake doric right now. let's go to mount maelstrom." there are less than 10 of us left in squad. we dutifully follow him to mount maelstrom. commander goes to map chat. "doing rifts, 3 t1 1 t2 1 t3 on red tag. i locked myself in the bathroom for an hour." ?????? he announces it to the whole map. unprovoked. no one told him to do that. but i guess the people needed to know.

[clockwayswrites]

@redghostbirdy Dick/Danny, skeleton shaped sugar cookies cw blood and stitches

Of course Dick still had to take his trash out after getting back from patrol. He was exhausted and wounded, but the trash had really gotten untenable and now had bio-waste in it. He had to take it down to the dumpster. It was almost a compulsion at that point to get it taken care of, or he knew he wouldn’t sleep well. As much as his family teased him about the state of his apartment he had his limits.

So, Dick tied up the bag, tugged it free of the bin, managed to slip on some shoes after a few attempts, and headed out into the hallway. And right into his neighbor.

His hot, brick wall of a neighbor that could totally bench press Dick in all the meanings of that phrase that Dick had totally been thinking a little too much about for the last few months.

“Whoa, careful there, darlin’,” Danny drawled, steadying Dick with large hands on both of Dick’s shoulders. “What are you doing wandering around out here at this time?”

“Um, trash?” Dick said ineloquently and raised the bag a little. The bag which apparently was leaking because his hand was wet.

Dick looked down at his hand and the red blood that coated it. Did his stitches pop?

“Ah, fuck,” Danny cussed and stepped back a little.

(Embarrassingly, Dick almost swayed after him.)

Danny lifted up the edge of his shirt, which may have killed what was left of Dick’s brain functions, to show blood flaked skin and—

“Is that a menstrual pad covering a wound?!”

Danny shrugged. “It’s just a little knife wound and Jess, the bouncer, hand one handy.”

“Oh my god. Just, come on, we’re getting that stitched up or at least bandaged properly,” Dick said. He set his bag of trash down by the door and grabbed Danny’s hand with his clean one to drag the bemused man into his apartment.

Luckily the first aid kit was still out on the little island counter and Dick all but pushed Danny onto one of the stools. Dick peeled the offending pad off maybe a little more harshly than was necessary and found a plastic bag to drop it into.

“I can’t believe that’s what you were using. And you call that little? How did you even get that? You’re the bartender! You’re supposed to be behind the bar.”

Danny just shrugged, an easy going and not at all repentant grin on his face. “I had to stop someone from being a creep.”

Dick just glared, mildly, at him as he washed his hands. He couldn’t really argue with that. He snapped on some gloves instead and set about cleaning Danny’s wound.

“I think this could use some stitches. I can do them, but I can also just get you patched up enough to go to urgent care if you’d feel more comfortable with that.”

“You can do them.”

“…yeah?” Dick asked just to be sure and glanced up at Danny.

Danny shrugged again. “I mean, you do have a very well stocked first aid kit on your counter already. Why was that?”

“Hush.”

Dick covered the area around the wound with a numbing agent while Danny chuckled at the non answer.

“If I promise to be a better patient than your students, do I get a cute bandage?”

Dick smiled despite himself as he threaded the needle. “All the cute bandages are at the gym. Stay still now.”

“Damn,” Danny said, and then waited until after Dick had started the stitches to ask, “What about a lollipop?”

“I might have some jelly beans still,” Dick said, grinning now. He kept his eyes on his work though, not wanting to give Danny uneven stitches.

Thankfully, Danny didn’t need that many and Dick was soon tying them off and taking a step back.

“No fun bandage, no lollipop,” Danny sighed, “what about a kiss to make it all better?”

Dick’s gaze shot up to look at Danny and his cheeky little smirk.

“Or did I miss read things completely?”

Dick rolled his eyes at Danny’s confidence, though it made him smile. “I think a kiss to make it better I can do.”

Danny’s smile turned into a full on grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dick said and leaned in to press his lips to Danny’s.

He tasted like spice, lime, and sugar.