#I had no idea to what to do with their outfits

[nonasuch]

it's that time:

Miss Universe National Costume 2024

is Here!

that's right! Everyone's favorite justification for the continued existence of beauty pageants has returned. with Looks!

Some of this year's top Themes include:

foliage!

gold!

weapons!

giant birds!

letting seventh-graders make your costume, apparently!

I did watch the video, but the most complete version I could find is missing a bit at the beginning. So I can't tell you what the inspiration was for anything before Bolivia; on the bright side that's fewer shitty rhyming couplets I had to suffer through.

Let's begin with:

Miss Angola! Tone down the color palette a little, and this honestly could have worked for that year the Met Gala was Catholicism- themed.

Miss Argentina, looking just thrilled about the sparkly toucan on her head. I feel like this is supposed to read as some combination of jungle/river/waterfall but this is from the part that I couldn't find on video.

Miss Aruba, I don't know if your giant spangly bird headdress was supposed to look like a potoo, but I am choosing to believe that it's on purpose and I love that for you.

(okay I checked, it's an endangered Aruban burrowing owl. even better!)

This is like the fourth year in a row Miss Australia has just worn a regular-ass gown. Do better!

You know who's doing better? Miss Bahamas, is who. Look at that giant fish. I wish I had video of this, I bet it moves.

Ah yes, when I think of Belarus I definitely think 'verdant tropical foliage.' also is it just me or is does the bodice fit very weird.

Holy shit, Miss Bolivia. This is where the video kicks in, so I can tell you that she somehow managed to dance in it. I'm a little afraid that this costume is going to eat Miss Aruba.

Miss Bonaire is from a Caribbean island that I don't think has ever competed in Miss Universe before? They have a national marine park that this costume is based on, which is is nice!

Miss Botswana's costume is made of leather and cowrie shells, and she is clearly having a great time being able to move freely without 75 pounds of headdress or platform heels. She did a very cute dance that kind of felt like a flex on her more heavily encumbered competitors.

Miss Brazil is wearing a tribute to Brazil's mineral wealth, which is something that basically every country with a mine in it has done at some point. I like the pannier-esque things, I guess.

Love a Tribute To A Weirdly Specific Thing, and Miss British Virgin Islands' mail-themed costume is a wonderful example of such.

Miss Bulgaria showed up dressed as a supervillain, her outfit is vaguely themed around 'the strength of women' and she just spat out a MOUTHFUL of BLOOD? on stage??? No idea how to react to that, frankly.

I'm going to pause to get the next batch of images together, and also to recover from the 'spat out a mouthful of blood' thing, because I was NOT prepared for that.

[koobiie]

bestowing my highest honor as an artist to ffxv (drawing the characters in fun outfits)

thoughts under the cut

RREAAAGHHHH SO EXCITED TO BE DONE WITH THIS!!!!! it took me forevarrrr but i soldiered through as an act of love. now excuse me. yap time

OKAY SO the concept behind this was originally specific fashion subcultures for everyone!l ike noct emo ignis dark academia etc. but then decided i didnt want to pigeonhole it all and just freestyled outfits i thought would look nice on everyone

noct - i do think noct would still be emo-ish but also opt for comfy baggy stuff a lot. something you could just fall asleep in on the spot. note the details of bass pro shop shirt (of course) XV necklace, little moon + stars accents, carbuncle + fish keychains. i also wanted his metal band logo shirt to spell LUCIS but i forgor some letters but its not very readable anyways

ignis - ignit ooohghh ignos ignaurs. sorry i made him serve so much cunt it will happen again. i drew him first cause that kind of inspired this whole thing i love him so bad if i didnt draw it id explode. not much detail to note except his collar pins are like his double blade thingies

luna - lunaaa the concept was “clean girl aesthetic” idk if that happened but im actually really happy with how it came out! might be my favorite of the bunch just because she looks so pretty and happy. your honor she should have been able to just be a normal girl and just. chill

prompto - prompotoooo i had trouble picking his vibe!!! my first thought was techwear?? because weeheeeehee he loves tech and well... you know... but then i realized i didnt really like the look of anything i saw + it was so bulky and dark and serious for him! ending up going with some more youthful and baggy. i was considering something more loud and colorful but ended up not going with it. i feel like in canon he'd be too nervous to have such a flashy fit and would want to just look "cool" to fit in with the boys lol. itty bitty details here - chocobo keychain, pompompurin and bi miku buttons, and his lanyard is kings knight themed! i also thought it was funny to write LUCIS on his shirt like you know those shirts that just say BROOKLYN or TOKYO or SAN FRANCISCO and thats it. thats what its like

gladio - okay i know this is going to sound like a lie but im not horny for gladio like at all, hes my least favorite, i think he's just alright. but also i KNOW in my heart of hearts that he would LOVE being a leather daddy and so i had to make it happen. main detail to note here is that his tank top has the motifs of a cup noodle! i didnt know what else to add cause you know.. hes the cup noodle guy.. but also i didnt want it to be so in your face about it with a big as logo so kept it subtle!

(side note the leather daddy gave me an idea for a post where its like noct and prom go to a gay bar all nervous but then they run into gladio and its like "p: GLADIO YOURE GAY?" "n: nevermind that PLEASE dont tell ignis we snuck out" and then ignis walks up and theyre all like WHAT THE FUCK!!!! caption would be "the gang finds out theyre all bisexual." probably wont draw it but i think its very funny lol)

iris - iris my sweetheart.... definitely leaned into the scene vibes here and also that one image of the blonde emo anime girl. details here - of course the moogle big ass backpack and keychain (can you tell i love keychains), but also her buttons are an iris (the flower) and also a crown with hearts (haha symbolism)

anyways oh god i didnt mean to write an essay down here. usually i keep this in the tags but this time i just had Too Much To Say. can you tell i put a lot of thought and love into this . anwyays. *walks off into the sunset and fuckig dies*

[sugawarassoulmate]

bad boy! akiteru fucking reader on top of the hood of keis car

ooooh i am Unwell about this sksksk

words: 631

cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, public sex, dubious consent, coercion (kinda?), secret relationship, minors dni

if the two of you don't make it home soon, kei is going to wonder where you are.

"aki, aki someone's gonna see," there were so many emotions swirling your brain. the fear of being caught, the guilt from doing this on kei's car, and the pleasure from akiteru taking you in public.

akiteru had only intended on taking his little brother's car to be serviced thinking it would only take a few hours.

but when you decided to tag along, akiteru didn't know how long he could keep his hands off you.

"nobody comes here, baby, it's okay," he purposely drove to a secluded area a few miles off the main road. you had worn a cute outfit today and were yapping your head off about something during the drive—akiteru had to get his cock in you.

as soon as the coast was clear, he pinned you to the hood of the car and flipped your skirt up before pushing your panties to the side. akiteru would love nothing more to shove his tongue inside your cunt but you were already uneasy on the idea of fucking out in the open.

but once his cock was inside you, most of those fears seemed to subside.

you gasped from the painful stretch of akiteru's cock sinking into your warmth. to distract you, he latched onto your breast, wrapping his tongue around your pert nipple.

he can feel you tighten around him, a smug grin growing on his face when he realizes you're about to cum already. "you're so sensitive today, baby. you wanted me to fuck you, huh?" he says in between suckles, making a mess of your chest.

akiteru feels a surge of pride when you nod. "bet you only joined me on this errand hoping you'd get dick. that's all you really care about. go ahead and cum for me, baby, i'll just make you do it again."

any reservations you had about doing this on kei's car, let alone out in public were gone when you had your release, fingers curling into the fabric of akiteru's shirt and wailing into his chest.

he only gives you a few moments to gather your bearings before fucking you again, causing your legs to tremble. "aki—fuck—gimme a sec," you cry, not sure if your cunt could take more.

"no, baby, i need you to cum again and then i'm gonna dump you full of my cum 'til it's spilling out of you, okay?"

you tried to argue, complaining that it was already too much but akiteru shut you up with a hard thrust. "mmm, we don't want to keep kei waiting anymore? he'll get suspicious," akiteru coos, leaning in for a deep kiss. "lemme have my way with you, honey, it'll feel so good."

it's hard to deny akiteru anything when he looks at you with those warm, brown eyes.

"what took so long?" kei groaned as soon and you and his brother walked through the front door, taking the keys from akiteru's grasp.

he doesn't notice you practically leaning on akiteru for support, focusing his attention on his new car. "the mechanic wanted to be thorough," akiteru explains, sneaking a glance at you.

"well thanks for taking it, i guess. i had a lot of studying," kei said with an eyeroll. "why did it take so long to get back?"

he stares at you, eyebrows quirking at your cross legged stance—completely unaware that you were internally begging that akiteru's cum wouldn't run down your leg.

"traffic," you answer too quickly but kei seems to accept it.

as kei leaves to inspect his car, akiteru takes the opportunity to sneak you to his room under the guise of you looking like you "really need to lay down."

©sugawarassoulmate 2024 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[urdreamydoodles]

MCU Characters x Reader (Part.1)

How they react when you are angry with them (Part.1)

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker (Tom H.), Stephen Strange & Thor Odinson

I'm back in my MCU era, thanks to Agatha All Along, so expect a lot of MCU headcanons, feel free to request those!

Tony Stark

- When you’re angry with Tony, he’s a little stunned. He’s used to being able to charm his way through things or brush issues off with a joke, but the moment he realizes you’re genuinely upset, he feels the ground shift a little. Tony’s mind races, calculating what he did wrong, and for a second, he considers ignoring the problem—but not with you. You mean too much to him, and he can’t stand the idea of pushing you further away.

- He doesn’t immediately know how to apologize, so he leans into his classic defense mechanism: humor. He’ll try to make you laugh, throwing out quips, hoping you’ll crack a smile. When that doesn’t work, he gets a little awkward, mumbling things like, “This is why I avoid real feelings, you know?” as he fumbles through an apology. He’s not used to admitting fault, but with you, he’s learning to swallow his pride.

- Tony goes all out when he realizes he needs to make it up to you. He’ll throw himself into making amends, maybe even a little too extravagantly. Expect some grand, over-the-top gesture—a private jet to Paris, a limited-edition piece of tech he’s been tinkering on, or a fancy dinner in some exclusive place with an outfit he’s bought just for the occasion. He’s not subtle, and he knows it, but he’ll do anything if it means a smile from you.

- When the big gestures don’t work, he takes a different approach. He shows up at your door, looking strangely vulnerable, with something small and meaningful. Maybe it’s a handwritten letter he’s scribbled out, confessing how much he hates it when things aren’t okay between you two. It’s raw, real, and completely unlike Tony, but he means every word. This time, he wants to show that he’s willing to put the ego aside for you.

- Once you finally let him back in, Tony wraps you in his arms and doesn’t let go. He’ll joke that he’s not letting you get mad at him again, and maybe throw in a flirty quip about “testing his limits,” but there’s something deeper there too. Being loved by you has changed him, and he’s willing to work on himself for the first time in a long time. With you, Tony’s found a softness he didn’t know he had, and he’s not going to risk losing it.

Steve Rogers

- Steve Rogers doesn’t like conflict, especially not with you. When he realizes you’re angry, he immediately wants to address it and resolve it, hoping it won’t escalate. He tries to have a calm, level-headed conversation, but he can see that maybe it’s too soon. Steve’s patient, though; he’ll give you space if you need it, even if it pains him to let go for a while.

- While you’re cooling off, Steve takes time to reflect, replaying the situation in his mind, wondering where he went wrong. He’s his own worst critic and can be hard on himself, especially when it comes to you. He’ll try to see things from your perspective, understanding that sometimes his old-fashioned sense of right and wrong can be rigid. He’s willing to bend if it’s what’s needed to bridge the gap between you.

- When he approaches you again, he’s soft-spoken and earnest, offering a sincere apology. There are no excuses, no justifications—just him, owning up to whatever hurt you. His gaze doesn’t leave yours; he wants you to know he truly means it. And as he speaks, he promises he’ll do better, vowing to always listen to you and consider your feelings.

- To make it up to you, Steve chooses something simple but thoughtful, probably something he knows you love. It could be as quiet as a walk through your favorite park or as gentle as a handwritten note tucked into a book you’re reading. Steve understands that sometimes, it’s the little things that mean the most. He’ll give you the space to talk, letting you vent if you need to, always steady, always attentive.

- Once the air clears, Steve is more affectionate than usual, holding your hand, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, grateful to be back in your good graces. He values trust deeply and doesn’t take your forgiveness for granted. Steve knows relationships take work, and he’s fully committed to making it work with you, one respectful conversation at a time.

Natasha Romanoff

- Natasha doesn’t like it when things are off between you two, but she’s used to people being mad at her. Initially, she tries to shrug it off, acting like she doesn’t care, maybe even trying to ignore it. But you’re different. You’re not just anyone; you’re someone she actually trusts, and seeing you upset with her hits her hard.

- Natasha is far more comfortable dealing with enemies than emotional confrontations, so when she finally comes to you, she does it in a roundabout way. She might casually ask, “Are we good?” as if it’s not a big deal, but the nervous tension in her voice betrays her. She’s not great at apologies, so her attempt is awkward but sincere. It’s clear she’s trying, even if she doesn’t always have the words.

- To make it up to you, Natasha doesn’t go for big gestures but rather something deeply personal. She’ll take you to a place she loves—a quiet spot on a rooftop, a hidden café she discovered, somewhere she can let her guard down. She’s careful, almost shy, as she opens up a little about herself, sharing stories she rarely tells. In her own way, she’s letting you know how much she values you.

- Natasha doesn’t usually do comfort, but she’ll go out of her way to make you feel loved and safe. Maybe she’ll surprise you with breakfast or bring you something she knows you’ve been wanting. She pays attention, after all, even if she doesn’t always show it. Little by little, she’ll find ways to let you know that she’s there, committed to making things right.

- When you finally forgive her, Natasha breathes a sigh of relief, leaning in for a hug that lasts a beat longer than usual. She’s not big on words, but she’ll whisper something soft and sincere, just for you. Natasha’s fiercely protective, and after a falling-out, she’s even more attuned to making sure you feel cared for. She’ll stay close, a steady presence at your side, her quiet way of showing just how much she values you.

Bruce Banner

- When you’re angry with Bruce, he’s instantly anxious, worried he’s done something terribly wrong. Conflict isn’t his strong suit, and he’s painfully aware of his capacity for anger. He’s cautious, almost timid, when he realizes you’re upset, giving you space and time. He doesn’t want to make things worse or risk saying the wrong thing.

- Bruce spends time overthinking the situation, dissecting every detail. He questions himself, often getting caught in a loop of self-blame, wondering if he’s ever really been suited for a relationship. But even though he’s scared of confrontation, he values you too much to leave things unresolved. He wants to show you that he’s willing to work through whatever the issue is.

- When he finally comes to you, Bruce’s apology is soft, heartfelt, and a little self-deprecating. He’ll stumble through his words, not wanting to sound defensive, and there’s an earnestness in his gaze as he tries to convey just how much he wants to make things right. He’s not perfect, but he’s open to listening and doing better.

- To make it up to you, Bruce goes for something intimate and personal. He knows you appreciate small gestures, so he’ll show up with something that reflects his feelings for you—maybe a small book he thinks you’d love, or a little experiment from the lab that made him think of you. He’s shy about it, maybe a little embarrassed, but it’s his way of showing he cares.

- When you finally forgive him, Bruce visibly relaxes, wrapping you in a hug as if he never wants to let go. He’s careful, soft, and almost tentative, savoring the warmth of your embrace. Bruce cherishes the trust you give him and is deeply grateful to have someone willing to weather his insecurities. He might even joke, “You’re way too patient with me,” but the gratitude in his voice is genuine.

Clint Barton

- When Clint realizes you’re angry with him, his first reaction is a mix of regret and a slight laugh. He can’t believe he’s managed to mess things up this badly with you, of all people. He knows he tends to joke around a bit too much, so he tries to laugh it off at first, but when he sees how serious you are, his grin fades. He’ll look a bit awkward, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing he’s got some work to do.

- Clint’s never been one to give big, elaborate apologies. Instead, he’ll pull you aside, speaking quietly and genuinely. He’ll admit that he messed up, explaining that sometimes he forgets to take things seriously or considers others’ feelings the way he should. It’s a simple, heartfelt apology, showing his honest side that not many people get to see.

- Once he’s apologized, Clint is all about making you laugh. He’ll start cracking jokes, doing his best impressions, and even pull some ridiculous faces just to get a reaction out of you. Clint knows humor is his best weapon, and he’s shameless about using it if it means making things right. He’s determined not to let you stay mad at him for long, no matter what it takes.

- When his jokes don’t quite cut it, Clint switches gears and puts effort into something he knows will mean a lot to you. He’s a guy who pays attention to the little things, so he’ll show up with your favorite takeout, a warm blanket, or maybe even a funny book he picked up just for you. He knows that it’s the small gestures that can speak volumes.

- After things settle down, Clint wraps you in a warm, comfortable hug, one arm wrapped around your shoulder, making you feel like everything’s back to normal. He’ll joke about how lucky he is that you put up with him, throwing in a wink, but there’s a hint of seriousness behind his words. Clint doesn’t take his relationships for granted, and he’s grateful you’re in his life, even when he messes up.

Bucky Barnes

- Bucky’s heart sinks when he sees that you’re angry. He’s used to pushing people away, and now that he’s got you, he’s terrified of losing you over a misunderstanding. Bucky’s first instinct is to retreat, his mind already whispering that maybe he doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve you. He’ll avoid confrontation if he can, hoping things might smooth over on their own.

- But when he realizes he needs to talk to you, he’s hesitant, nervous, almost as if he’s bracing himself for rejection. Bucky approaches you carefully, speaking in a low, almost shy voice. He struggles with apologies, but he looks you in the eyes, opening up about how hard he finds it to express his feelings. He’s used to running, and being with you is the first time he’s tried not to.

- Bucky tries to make it up to you in the most low-key, thoughtful way possible. He’s not one for grand gestures, but he’ll do something meaningful and heartfelt, like leaving you a note explaining how much you mean to him or bringing you something that he knows you love. He’s nervous about whether it’ll be enough, hoping you can see the sincerity in his actions.

- When he feels things softening between you, Bucky relaxes just a little, offering his support in any way you need. He’ll stay close, maybe cooking a meal for you or sitting quietly with you, sharing a comfortable silence. He wants you to know that he’s there, without needing to say much, because he’s always believed that actions speak louder than words.

- When you finally forgive him, Bucky is beyond relieved. He’s more open with his affection, drawing you into a tight embrace, his touch lingering as if he’s afraid to let go. He knows he doesn’t have many people he can count on, but he’s grateful that he can count on you. Bucky’s still working on believing he deserves happiness, but having you in his life makes him want to try.

Sam Wilson

- Sam immediately notices when you’re angry, and his first instinct is to find out what’s going on. He’s straightforward and doesn’t like tension hanging in the air, so he’ll ask, “Alright, what did I do?” in his calm, genuine way, hoping you’ll be willing to talk it out. He’s good at reading people, but he wants to hear it from you directly.

- Sam listens intently when you explain what’s bothering you, nodding and giving you his full attention. He’s respectful and thoughtful, making sure you know he understands where you’re coming from. He’s not the type to dodge blame; if he’s at fault, he’ll own up to it right away. There’s no defensiveness, no excuses—just an honest desire to make things right.

- To make it up to you, Sam takes you on a simple, meaningful outing—something where the two of you can connect and have fun. He’s all about shared experiences, so maybe it’s a long walk, a favorite food spot, or even a small adventure he’s planned just for you. He’s careful, attentive, making sure the focus is on you and helping you feel valued.

- When things calm down, Sam offers a mix of humor and reassurance, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and promising to do better. He’ll look you in the eyes and say something like, “I don’t like seeing you mad. Tell me if I mess up again.” He’s genuine and open, showing you he wants to grow from this experience and be a better partner.

- Once everything’s back to normal, Sam goes the extra mile, making sure you’re laughing and relaxed. He’s always there to lift you up, pulling you in for a warm, affectionate hug and giving you his full, unwavering attention. Sam’s presence is solid, reassuring, and he’ll make sure you know just how much he values having you in his life.

Peter Parker (Tom H.)

- Peter’s heart sinks when he realizes you’re angry with him. He’s young, a little clumsy with emotions, and absolutely hates the idea of upsetting you. His mind starts racing, thinking of everything he could have done wrong. He gets a little panicked, maybe even rambling apologies before he knows what’s going on, hoping you’ll give him a chance to explain.

- When you tell him what’s bothering you, Peter listens carefully, nodding along with wide, earnest eyes. He’s genuinely sorry, his voice soft as he stumbles through an apology. He’s never been great at handling relationship tension, but he’ll try his best to make sure you know how much he cares and how sorry he is for letting you down.

- To make it up to you, Peter goes for something heartfelt, maybe even a bit awkward, but completely sincere. He’ll show up at your window with a little homemade gift, something quirky and thoughtful—perhaps a playlist he made just for you or a funny little gadget he put together in the lab. He’s earnest, a little shy about it, hoping you’ll see how much effort he’s putting in.

- Peter spends extra time trying to lift your spirits, using every ounce of his playful personality to make you laugh. He’ll crack jokes, do silly impressions, or even attempt a bad dance routine just to get you smiling again. He knows he’s a bit of a dork, but he doesn’t mind if it means cheering you up. Peter’s all about making you feel comfortable and loved.

- When you finally forgive him, Peter’s face lights up with relief. He’ll pull you into a warm, enthusiastic hug, holding you close and babbling about how he’s “the luckiest person in the world” to have someone like you. He’s young, optimistic, and just incredibly happy that you’re not mad anymore. To Peter, you’re his world, and he’ll always do whatever it takes to make you feel special.

Stephen Strange

- When Stephen realizes you’re angry with him, he’s a bit taken aback. He’s used to being right and doesn’t often see things from others’ perspectives, so it takes him a moment to understand the weight of the situation. His initial reaction might even be a little defensive, but he quickly catches himself, knowing that with you, he has to try harder to listen and understand.

- Stephen struggles with apologies, often trying to explain away his actions or getting caught up in technicalities. He’s intelligent and analytical, but that doesn’t always work when emotions are involved. Eventually, though, he manages to offer a genuine apology, admitting that he’s not always the easiest person to be with and that he respects you enough to take responsibility.

- To make things right, Stephen will probably use a bit of magic to create something special just for you. It might be a small charm to keep you safe, a little illusion to make you smile, or even a glimpse into some place you’ve always wanted to see. It’s his way of saying he cares, using the one skill he knows best to bring you a little joy.

- As he tries to smooth things over, Stephen is careful, more attentive than usual, and visibly trying to understand your emotions. He may not be great at expressing his own feelings, but he’s willing to try if it means keeping you close. He’ll listen to you, nodding thoughtfully, and maybe even opening up a bit about his past mistakes and how much he values you.

- Once you forgive him, Stephen is visibly relieved, though he keeps it subtle. He gives you a small smile and pulls you close, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wraps his arms around you. He might even joke, “Guess I need to work on my bedside manner,” but there’s genuine affection behind his words. Stephen knows he’s lucky to have you, and he’s determined to keep learning how to love you better.

Thor Odinson

- Thor is visibly surprised when he realizes you’re angry with him. He’s naturally cheerful and doesn’t take most things too seriously, so the idea that he’s done something to upset you takes him off guard. At first, he tries to brush it off with a booming laugh, but when he sees the seriousness in your eyes, his smile fades. He immediately wants to fix things, willing to do whatever it takes to get you to smile again.

- Thor is quick to apologize, his voice earnest as he promises he didn’t mean to hurt you. He’s not one to overthink things, but he’s deeply sincere, and his apologies come straight from the heart. He’ll look you in the eyes and tell you he values you and never meant to cause any harm, his words laced with the kind of honesty that only Thor can deliver.

- To make it up to you, Thor goes all out. He’ll sweep you off on a grand adventure, maybe a spontaneous trip to Asgard (or at least what remains of it), or he’ll bring you somewhere beautiful and awe-inspiring. Thor loves to celebrate life and wants to remind you of all the incredible experiences the two of you can share. His enthusiasm is infectious, and he hopes that a bit of excitement will make things right.

- As you spend time together, Thor is extra affectionate, showering you with praise and hugs. He’s genuinely sorry and makes sure you feel loved and appreciated, maybe even telling you tales of his own mistakes and what he’s learned from them. He might tease himself a bit, but it’s all to make you laugh and remind you of his dedication to you.

- When you finally forgive him, Thor’s smile lights up the room. He laughs, pulling you into a bear hug, lifting you off your feet, and spinning you around. There’s nothing subtle about his relief and joy, and he’s not afraid to show it. Thor values you immensely and will do everything he can to make sure you know how much you mean to him, promising that he’ll try to be a little more mindful in the future.

[sweetshuga]

CS ✧ Simple solution ✰ MS

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Contains⚠︎ Smut!, threesome!, strong language!, polyamory, suggestive remarks, pet names (ma, pretty), degrading words (whore, slut) + lowkey degradation kink, oral (m! & f! receiving), handjob, p in v (unprotected, do not), some kinda kink with looking alike? No incest! (don't fw that shit), etc. ⚠︎

wc. 827

i/n. I don't mind writing y/n as reader's referred term but like... I've bad, bad, bad memories of the term y/n, like i cringe every time I see it and it's all because of wattpad. Therefore, i'll forever use ma and pretty, thank you<3

psa. English is not my first language! Initial idea! (turned out kinda different.)

Loud moans echoed throughout the room, only to get muffled a few seconds later. "Fuck—stop squirming, ma." Chris grunted as he surged forward, "can’t, fuck... fully go in," he muttered, holding your hips tightly. A second pair of hands gripped your waist and helped to keep you still.

The sensation of Chris filling you up from behind and Matt from the front made you feel overwhelmed. Matt chuckled breathlessly, sensing your difficulty breathing, as he took his length out of your mouth—making you gasp for air. 𓆩♡𓆪

"Y’think we look alike right now?" You looked up from your phone, seeing them in very similar outfits and hats on backwards. "Holy fuck, you actually kinda do," you laughed as you stood up from Matt’s bed, walking closer to them.

"Matt’s hair has grown out a lot, kid needs a new haircut," Chris commented, "but that’s what makes you two look more similar." Your added comment made them momentarily freeze. "Y’think so?" Matt chuckled, fixing his hat, earning a nudge from Chris. "C’mon, don’t steal my haircut."

"Your haircut?" Chris laughed slightly, "yeah, mine," he said grinning, purposely trying to annoy him. "You really do need a haircut though, I like yours shorter," you said, making Matt grin, "yeah? y’like mine shorter, pretty?" His voice dropped into a lower tone, stepping closer to you.

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You found yourself, somehow, kissing Matt passionately. Your clothes discarded on his bedroom floor and Chris kissing down your body. You’ve no idea what triggered them to suddenly do what they were doing, but it’s not like you were complaining.

Matt groaned in annoyance as his hair kept getting all up in his face, running a frustrated hand through it as he broke the kiss. He saw Chris still keeping his cap on despite his – otherwise – naked state. An idea popped up in Matt’s head as he reached for his own discarded hat, putting it on backwards just like Chris.

You didn’t even realize Matt’s hat as Chris started to eat you out with such sudden force that you couldn’t control your moans. Matt chuckled as he saw the scene, guiding your hand towards his aching dick. You barely kept yourself from squirming as Chris went on, your hand pumping Matt’s length while your other hand clutched onto Chris’ hair.

Chris’ left hand held your right leg down onto the bed while his right hand pumped himself—all while eating you out like he was starving, slurping and sucking loudly. Matt helped Chris by holding down your other leg, making you moan louder as they held you down, unable to move away from the intense pleasure.

Your gaze wandered over to Matt from Chris, seeing them looking so similar made your pussy throb for some reason. Chris smirked against your folds when he gazed up and saw that Matt had worn his own hat in a similar way as him.

"Fuck, you’ve a thing for lookalikes or sum’, ma?" Chris chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Why? s’she getting wetter?" Chris’ gaze left yours and onto Matt’s as he nodded with that shit-eating grin, "yeah, so wet." Matt chuckled, making your face flush in embarrassment.

They exchanged a knowing look, already planning on doing this again as they adjusted their hats.

𓆩♡𓆪 Your gasps eventually turned into moans as Chris fucked you relentlessly, "so fucking good," he groaned, planting a sharp slap on your ass. You jolted and whimpered, unable to move away as Matt held your shoulders tightly. You didn’t even notice when his hands moved up to your shoulders from your waist.

Matt shifted his position, holding your shoulder with one hand while the other gripped his own length, giving it a few pumps, "open up, pretty." Despite your fucked up state, you found yourself complying.

"Damn, ma... y’take us so well— such a slut." Chris slammed his hips hard against your backside, emphasizing his words. "Mm... c’mon, pretty." Matt hissed through clenched teeth, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail, "show us what a whore you are."

Encouraged by their words, you met Chris’ thrusts as your mouth worked Matt, making both of them groan and moan in pleasure. You could tell they were both close, their cocks pulsing in your holes. You felt a rush of pleasure and satisfaction knowing you were giving them such intense pleasure that they could’t stop groaning and moaning.

Their hands clutched onto any part of you that they could hold on as they used your holes for their own pleasure, chasing the delicious pleasure you were providing them. You couldn’t stop the knot from forming in your stomach, threatening to consume your mind, almost too much, almost.

Your mind blanked when they went balls deep in both your holes, filling you up to the brim. The sensation bordered on too much and your body responded immediately, convulsing as you orgasmed hard. Your world blurred as you felt yourself get consumed by the pleasure.

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© sweetshuga

[my-eyes-burn]

cw: stepcest (stepdad/stepdaughter relationship), dubcon/noncon, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, fucking, P in V. afab reader w gendered language. minors do not interact.

toji's thick fingers roam deep inside of you while you try to squirm away from his touch (to no avail). his fingers keep moving even though you tell him to stop. you're so creamy and sticky and hot that he couldn't take his fingers out even if he wanted to--it's like your greedy little cunt just wants to swallow them up and keep them there forever.

every circle of his rough fingertips over your clit has you practically crying. your legs shake and you beg him to stop--if he keeps going, you're going to cum. and that's wrong, you shouldn't cum on your stepdad's fingers, even if he's making you do it, even if you tell him no... but it feels so good that moans slip past your closed lips. "just give in, baby. you don't have to pretend like it doesn't feel good. i know you want it." his voice is deep and husky, dripping in lust.

the pleasure is going to your head and your body demands more. after a couple minutes, you start to move your hips and grind down, fucking his fingers as deep as they can possibly get, shoving them deeper inside of you. if you're going to give in, then you're doing it wholeheartedly. might as well. and it's not like you initiated it so... you don't have to feel guilty afterwards, right? he had his way with you, not the other way around.

"oh so you want it now?" you can hear toji's grin through his voice. he's standing behind you, leaning over where you're sitting on the couch with your legs spread open. "you were complaining just a second ago. make up your mind, sweetheart. do you like my fingers or not? be honest."

he plunges his thick digits in and out faster. he's never felt someone this wet before, this messy after only a couple minutes. "just tell me how good it feels, baby." he purrs in your ear and you start to convulse again. your cunt feels like its on fire, even hotter with the idea that toji has no business touching you. his hand was shoved under your shorts, caressing your puffy, inflamed folds and slit, taking the advantage of your mom being at work.

he had been waiting for the moment to present itself, and your skimpy little outfit set him off. and you just knew that this would happen. it's not like you hadn't been flirting with him for months, wearing shorter shirts and smaller tops around him deliberately. no doubt he wanted to fuck you, because you looked just like your mom, only younger, sluttier, flirtier, dirtier.

initially, he had cooed in your ear and covered your mouth with his hand. "shhhhh. don't want anyone to hear those pretty sounds, do we?" but eventually he took his hand off your mouth and let you sit there in (mostly) silent agony. now you're whimpering and pathetic, holding in the sounds, or rather, you're trying.

it doesn't take long for him to bring you to the point of orgasm. and every time he says something nasty to you, he notices that your walls pulse and squeeze around his fingers. he didn't know you were so sick and twisted. he thought you'd put up more of a fight, but you're falling apart like putty in his hands. so mushy and sloppy for him, such a slut for him, like you were waiting for him to use you this whole time.

"dirty girl. you like your pussy stuffed with your stepdad's fingers this badly? fuuuhhhhcckkk. can't wait to put my cock in this sweet little pussy."

his fingers rub your juices around your clit, then he presses his middle and ring fingers through your lips, back inside of you. when he bullies your gspot and finally presses down on it, it sends you over the edge. you grab his wrist and hold it so hard that it hurts. you start to cum and can't control your lewd moans.

"wonder what your mom would think of this." toji purrs and you start to squirm even more. his fingers rub you through your orgasm and he overstimulates you afterwards, its just so fun to see your face twisted up like that in pleasure, so fun to feel your spongy gooey cunt writhe on his fingers some more. he can't wait to do it again.

toji's cock twitches as he watches you cum all over his fingers just from a bit of movement and some dirty talk. and god, he knows that you liked it because it was so wrong. he's your stepdad after all, and no matter how sexy he was, it was wrong for him to touch you, lust after you, and fantasize about you. but it seems like you were doing the same.

"now tell me what you want, honey. say it." he commands and you oblige.

"y-your cock," you whine out and he groans.

when toji rounds the couch, he picks you up and carries you to his bed--the bed where he sleeps with your mom. it makes it feel even wronger. there's no way this is happening. there's no way he's gonna fuck you here. it's like... it's like he was imagining that you were her. was he imagining that? or the other way around, when he fucked her?

he slams you down on the bed so your stomach is pressing on the covers. then he gets on top of you and puts all his weight on you, almost knocking the wind out of you. he pushes your thighs apart and fucks his fist a second with his chest pressing on your back.

his cock is inflamed, hot, hard, jumping, girthy and long. the mushroom head is fat and defined, and so much precum is leaking out already that his dick is so slippery you'd think he already put it inside of you.

he listens to your pants for air while he pushes his shaft inside of you slowly. it's like he's splitting you open. his cock is just so huge that it feels like he's stretching you out, it feels like it's your first time again, feels like your pussy is swallowing him up and begging for more.

when he bottoms out he groans in your ear. "mmmmmmmm, fuhhcckkk. dirty fucking girl. so fucking tight and wet for your stepdaddy, huh? fuckin' wanted this the whole time, didn't you?"

you whimper when he starts to slam his hips into yours, his cock is so deep that it hurts, but every thrust is met with sparks of pleasure so intense that you're seeing starts. he doesn't even have to touch your clit, its a couple minutes later and you're already squirming around on the brink of orgasm.

"already? fuck. you really are desperate."

toji slows his pace and you almost cry in frustration. you've been dreaming of him fucking you for months and now he wants to tease you, edge you, make you beg for it.

"tell me what you want, darling. tell me how bad you want your stepdad's cock."

"please," you gasp and your hands claw at the sheets. "need you, please, f-fuck me harder, need it."

"say my name." he growls and stops moving completely until you spit his name out in the most animalistic tone he's ever heard.

"t-toji, please fuck me," you keen and he groans again, deafeningly loud, and starts to slap his cock and balls back into you.

as he rolls his hips, his muscles ripple and his breath gets ragged. your cunt constricts around his girth with every stroke and he's hitting you just right.

you're on the edge of orgasm again and he knows it.

"you gonna cum for your stepdaddy? you gonna cum on my cock in the same place i fuck your mom, huh? god you're so fucking filthy it's crazy. just such, ah, fuck, such a good girl. so, fuchhhhcckkk, so good for me."

you nod and cry and he fucks you harder.

"cum for me. cream all over my cock, baby. let it out. wanna hear how good i make you feel."

after the words leave his mouth you're reeling in ecstasy. your orgasm crashes down on you like a wave, but harder, more crushing, more brutal and drowning. you're heaving breaths and drooling into the covers below, shaking and writhing on his big nasty cock like the nasty thing you are.

and he's right. it's absolutely filthy to get off from this. but that's what makes it so delicious.

your orgasm lasts longer than you thought possible. and when you've come to, he's shuddering on top of you. he came inside you already, and it's leaking out of your slit and drenching his shaft and balls in milky white goop.

it's trickling down onto the bedspread and making a huge stain. he must have been so pent up. the amount of cum is ridiculous.

"pussy so good i couldn't help myself. had to fuck you full."

when he pulls out of you and sees the huge puddle of cum underneath you, he chuckles.

"how're we going to explain this one to your mom?"

[moonchild9350]

Whispers of Beauty

summary: you find your way again after a horrible breakup with the help of poetry and Hyunjin.

pairing: Hyunjin x fab!reader

genre: strangers to lovers au (slow burn), angst, fluff, smut-18+ MDNI

word count: 6.8k

warnings: time jumps, nipple play, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, multiple orgasms, cum tasting, finger sucking

notes: reminiscing of hyunjin as always. this will also probably be it until i finish the series i'm working on lol. the poems used in this fic are Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal by Tennyson and She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron if you'd like to read them in full!

if you enjoyed, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated ♡

dividers by @saradika-graphics

please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost my work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

It was another busy day at the cafe, people coming in to order their usuals as they made their way to work, school, or elsewhere. You lose yourself in the art of making their drinks, the familiar task giving you a sense of comfort.

You definitely needed comfort after a recent breakup, the wounds so fresh, you could still feel your heart rip in two at just the thought. You were in need of some healing and your friend, Ember, knew just the activity that will help.

Every Friday, the cafe you worked at hosted poetry night where others can spend their evenings sharing their original works or reciting works of some of poetry’s greatest authors.

You loved poetry, loved getting lost in the words of those who walked this earth centuries before you. The works always incited emotion, your eyes welling up in tears, or scowling in anger at the passion of the writers.

You also loved listening to others, as they poured their heart out through words, weaving their stories through happy narratives or euphemisms.

While you were dating your ex, your passion for poetry dimmed, finding no comfort from the words on the page as your love for the stories was berated and considered worthless.

You sat aside your poems in exchange for the thought of love, burying the feeling of hopelessness deep within your heart.

Now that you were free, you started engaging in poetry reading again, getting lost in the words once more, your smile returning as you found some comfort from them. Ember suggested you start going to poetry nights, so you could get out of the house, meet new people, and of course engage in your ultimate love.

At first, you weren’t keen on the idea, having not gone to an event like this in years, but overtime you changed your mind, deciding it was exactly what you needed.

So you busied yourself in your work, counting down the hours until the end of your shift and when you could take a seat and enjoy the entertainment of the night.

Time passed, people came, drinks were made. Before you knew it, you were clocking out, taking off your apron and setting it on your hook. You fixed your outfit in the bathroom, then went in search of your friend, hoping she had already arrived.

You smiled as you spotted Ember, sitting on a couch in the corner. You walked over to her, embracing in a hug before sitting down with a sigh, happy with the relief of getting off your aching legs.

“I’m so excited you agreed to do this!” Ember exclaimed, pulling you close so she could hug you.

“Same, it’s been too long,” you replied, wrapping your arms around your friend.

She playfully ruffled your hair, laughing as you protested. “Seems like it’ll be a good turn out.”

You scanned the room, noticing that the tables and couches were filling in, friends, couples, and singles alike settling in for a good night.

“Yeah, the turn-out is usually good,” you replied.

You listened to the chatter, your mind wandering elsewhere in the cozy atmosphere. You’re not sure how much time passed as you stared into space, your mind running nonstop.

“Y/n! It’s about to start!” Ember said as she elbowed you in the side.

You shook your head to come back to the present. The lights were dim, a small spotlight shining on a spot in the center of the room. You assumed this would be where those who wanted to share their thoughts would sit, as there was a small wooden stool present, along with a microphone.

The crowd quieted, their attention focused on your boss who walked to the mic. She tapped on the head before clearing her throat.

“Welcome to poetry night! Tonight we will listen to some talented people recite some of literature’s greatest works. So sit back and let the words flow through your soul.”

You clapped as she left the makeshift stage, the first performer taking their place. You listened to poem after poem, your mind opening up and your heart beating at the promise of the words that were flowing through the small space.

Before you knew it, the night was almost over, the event coming to a close. You clapped as the last performer took to the stage, your eyes widening at the sight of him.

He was dressed in a black sweater and jeans, the fit loose on his slim body. His brown hair framed his face perfectly, the strands hanging down to his neck. His eyes were a beautiful shade of chocolate brown and seemed to shine with the spotlight that shone from above. His lips were large and plush and a pretty shade of pink that had you blushing.

He sat on the stool and pulled the mic closer and adjusted it. He cleared his throat as he looked out into the audience, his eyes roaming those gathered as if he was summoning their attention.

The extra step was moot however as everyone’s eyes were trained on him, awaiting the beautiful words that would fall from his lips.

You watched with bated breath as he opened his mouth and began to speak:

“Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font. The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.”

As the man spoke, you felt like you were transported to another time, as a princess professes her love for the prince. The words that he spoke were smooth like velvet, yet full of emotion.

His eyes gazed upon the crowd, his eyes catching person after person as he recited the poem, making sure to captivate the audience. Eventually, his eyes made it to you and remained there as he continued to speak.

You couldn’t help but watch his lips as they opened and closed, as he continued his prose. You could feel your face heat up, as you dragged your eyes to his, holding his strong gaze.

He finished in a beat, the crowd erupting in cheers as he stood up and bowed slightly, before returning to his seat. He wasn’t sitting far from you as he was only a few tables away, his back turned toward you.

As the night went on, you couldn’t help but stare at the man, your mind still reeling after that performance. You wondered who he was as you haven’t seen him around the cafe. Ember tapped you on the thigh, causing you to turn and look at her.

You rolled your eyes as she wriggled her eyebrows at noticing how you were staring at the mystery man.

Once the lights came back up, people milled around chatting, discussing the choices of the night. You noticed a crowd of people surrounding the mystery man, mainly women gushing at how well he did.

“I’ll be right back,” you told Ember, who was speaking with some random person that was sitting next to you.

“Sure thing babe,” she replied, a sly smile forming on her face.

You walked over toward the man, determined to speak to him before the night ended. You definitely wanted to compliment him on his choice of work as Tennyson was one of your favorite authors.

You waited patiently as the flock of groupies gushed to him about irrelevant things, probably trying to see who could get his number first. You smirked at their desperation, watching as he tried to disentangle himself from a girl who was trying to hug him.

Chuckling, you decided to help him out.

“Eh mm,” you said, raising your eyebrow at the girls who turned around to see who had interrupted them.

“Others are waiting to speak with the gentleman, just wanted to let you know.”

The girls looked at you with disdain, their eyes narrowed as they hesitated to move. When you opened your mouth to say more, they scrambled away, muttering under their breaths about how they were rudely interrupted.

Shaking your head, you approached the beautiful man and smiled.

“Hi, great job tonight. Tennyson huh?” You said, watching as the man blushed and tucked his head down.

“Thank you, uh…yeah. He’s one of my favorites.”

“Really mine too! I’m y/n,” you responded, holding your hand out to shake his hand.

His eyes lit up at your words, excitement etched on his face. “Ah! Another fan, that makes my heart sing y/n. I’m Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin reached his hand to you, wrapping his fingers around yours and giving you a firm handshake. You couldn’t help but think how soft his hands were, albeit a little sweaty.

“I’d love to chat with you more about him…or poetry in general,” you said dropping your hand.

“Of course, of course, that would be excellent!” Hyunjin said as he nodded, his hair falling into his face at the movement.

“Great, I actually work here, so maybe we can meet-up after one of my shifts?”

“Sounds perfect,” he said, fiddling with his sleeves.

You smiled at how nervous he was, thinking he was pretty cute. “I’ll see you around then,” you said with a wave of your hand.

You turned on your heels and walked away, making your way back to Ember. You couldn’t miss the sly grin she had plastered on her face.

“Well, well, well, someone’s been busy,” she teased, giving you a wink.

“No, no, I just wanted to speak with him and see if he wanted to talk more about Tennyson. Turns out that’s his favorite poet too.”

“Mmhmm, sure whatever you say babe. Did you get his name?” Ember asked.

“Hyunjin,” you said simply, a warm feeling spreading throughout your body as you said his name.

“Well, may great things be in store for you two,” Ember said, as she genuinely smiled at you.

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Weeks passed with you filling your days with work. You picked up long shifts which left you exhausted by the end of the day, causing you to tread home and immediately fall into bed out of exhaustion.

You saw Ember sporadically over the weeks on your few off days, which was a nice change of pace.

You haven’t seen Hyunjin, as he hasn’t stopped by. You pretty much gave up on the idea of the man showing up, chalking it up to that he forgot or wasn’t interested….not that he owed you anything anyway.

Despite this, a part of you hoped he would have stopped by, wanting to discuss with him his love for literature. You were fascinated with him, remembering how velvety his voice sounded as he brought centuries old words to life.

You were working the register one day, taking people’s orders, which you didn’t mind as most of your customers were regulars and really kind. However, the sight of a particular person made you gasp, your eyes widening at the sight of them.

The man sauntered over, a smirk on his face as he approached the counter.

“Well, well, hi love,” he said.

You felt bile rise-up at his words, your mind swirling with a million thoughts.

“What are you doing here?”

Your ex, Elias chucked and ran a hand through his hair.

“Can’t I just stop by for some coffee and to see my favorite girl?”

“I’m not your girl,” you sneered, your fists balling up at your side.

“Oh come on love, don’t be like that. I’ll take you back you know. Just be a good girl and be mine again.”

You were furious, heat rising to your face as your blood boiled. You could feel your hands shake, wanting to punch this man in front of you.

You were about to respond when another person stepped behind Elias, his eyes narrowed.

You looked up and recognized Hyunjin, your heart skipping at a beat at the sight of him.

“You’re holding up the line,” Hyunjin said, crossing his arms and adapting a threatening stance.

“I’m almost done,” Elias said as he continued to focus on you.

You swallowed as you saw Hyunjin’s face turn red, his fists balling up.

“Is he bothering you y/n?” Hyunjin asked you, concern in his eyes.

You merely shook your head yes, scared your voice would betray you as you were close to tears.

“Leave.”

Hyunjin spat the word out with so much venom, even you were taken aback. He seemed so sweet and innocent, but it seemed he had a tough side as well.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Elias said, looking between you two. “Good luck man she’s a piece of work.”

At that, Elias turned on his heels and walked away, walking out into the crowded sidewalk. You found yourself letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as your eyes landed on Hyunjin.

Hyunjin let out a huff and then uncrossed his arms, as he walked up to the counter. His eyes searched yours, making sure you were ok.

“Hi,” you sheepishly replied as you fiddled with your apron.

“Hi,” Hyunjin replied as he smiled, clearly happy you were ok.

“So, can I get you anything?” You asked as you smirked.

“Hmmm, I was thinking we could have that chat. Sorry I haven’t stopped by sooner, work has been busy.”

At his words, you felt your heart flutter within your chest, your excitement rising at the prospect of spending time with him. You tried to control yourself before responding, willing your heart to slow.

“I’d love that. I get off at 8.”

Hyunjin smiled, elated that you accepted his proposal. “Perfect, how about I swing by and pick you up then?”

“Sure,” you said as you tried not to bounce on your feet.

“It’s a date then. Oh, and I guess while I’m here, might as well get an iced americano!”

You chuckled and began to ring him up, a smile on your face all the while. When you selected his cup to write his name down, you drew a cute smiley face, adding little stars around the face. You smiled at him as you set the cup down.

“See you tonight y/n,” he said as he turned to walk to the pick-up area.

Your mind was reeling, your heart pounding in your chest. Hyunjin called it a date, an actual date. Is it a date? Did he just ask you out? Or was he just saying that to be cheeky?

The rest of the day, the thought was on your mind, causing you to make a few mistakes as you helped out customers. As the time for your shift to end got closer, you began to feel nervous and jittery, as you weren’t able to stand still.

Hyunjin was right on time, a huge smile on his face as he walked in looking like an absolute angel. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, not realizing you were staring until he called your name.

Apologizing profusely, you clocked out and grabbed your stuff, rushing to stand by his side.

“Where to?” You asked, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, I thought we could take a walk around the city? Chat a little and enjoy the night atmosphere?”

A walk after a long day sounded perfect.

“I love that, let’s do it!”

Hyunjin grinned and bowed, ushering you ahead. You giggled and blushed as he opened the door for you, the little bell tinkling lightly against the glass.

You stepped out into the night air, the crispness a nice welcome after being in the cafe all day. You both joined the many others making their way down the sidewalk.

“So you like poetry?” Hyunjin asked in a serious tone as he stared straight ahead.

“Mmhmm, I do. I studied English literature back in university. I don’t know, it’s just something about reading the words of those from long before you that creates such an intimate look into their life and thoughts.”

“I get it. I’ve been studying and reading poetry a few years now. It’s a comfort to me.” Hyunjin said, as he contemplated his thoughts.

“How long have you been reciting poetry?” You asked, turning to look at him.

Hyunjin paused in thought as he considered your question. “I’d probably say the last three years or so.”

You hummed in response, impressed with his dedication. You both were silent for a moment, the sound of crickets chirping through the night, their song almost melancholic.

“So…” Hyunjin began, “who uh…who was the guy that was harassing you earlier? Of course you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to! I was just curious…” he continued, his voice trailing off.

You let out a heavy sigh. You deserved to give him an answer, especially since he came to your aid.

“That was my ex, Elias. We broke up a few months back. He um…I caught him with another girl in our bed…”

Your mood fell at the thought, remembering the day when you came home, exhausted from your long day at work. You were excited to see your boyfriend and have a relaxing evening…that is until you found out he wasn’t exactly excited to see you as he was between some other girl’s legs.

You recounted to Hyunjin how Elias tried to deny the affair, even though you saw the proof with your own eyes, but you didn’t give him a chance to grovel, ending the relationship that very night.

Hyunjin listened intently, his heart breaking at the fact that someone who was supposed to love you betrayed you instead. He definitely thought you deserved better as you seemed intelligent and kind and not to mention beautiful.

“I’m sorry y/n… he seems like an asshole to be honest.” He replied as he balled his hands into a fist at the thought of the sleaze bag he encountered earlier in the day.

“I recognize that now. There were definitely signs leading up to that night, but I guess I chose to ignore them.”

Hyunjin nodded, “I get it. You were blindsided by what you thought was a loving relationship.”

You hummed in agreement. You were blinded and so stupid, but Elias was in the past. You didn’t have to worry about him anymore.

“You deserve better y/n, just thought I’d mention it.”

You felt the corner of your eyes prickle with tears, threatening to spill over at any moment. Your chest felt heavy at his way of consoling you.

You did deserve better, and you believe that’s why his betrayal hurt so much. Your heart was healing, one day at a time. You could feel another stitch find its way within you at his words, Hyunjin’s company soothing. Somehow at that feeling, you knew you would be ok, and could continue to heal with the help of Hyunjin.

Your mind wandered to the man next to you. Maybe it was fate that you met him that night. If it wasn’t for your friend pushing you out of your comfort zone, you’d have never stayed to listen to others pour their heart out in prose and ultimately never met Hyunjin and his beautiful soul.

Months have passed and you are now dating Hyunjin. Each day is full of bliss as he showers you with love, making sure you feel like a queen.

He is picking you up after work and taking you to dinner as today is your birthday. You tried asking where he was going to take you, but he kept saying it’s a surprise.

You were excited to say the least at the thought of the night to come. Your shift couldn’t end soon enough, as the clock struck six, your boss letting you go early in honor of the special day.

Your face lit up at the sound of the bell, Hyunjin walking into the cafe. He looked handsome in his jeans and sweater, his hair styled neatly.

“Hi angel! Ready?” He asked, stopping at the counter.

“Yep! Let me clock out and grab my bag.”

Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you scramble around, picking up your bag and hurrying to his side.

“Now I’m ready,” you smiled, looking up at your boyfriend.

Hyunjin grinned and took your hand, his fingers lacing with yours as he brought the back of your hand to his lips for a kiss.

Even though you’ve been dating for a few months now, you still blushed at his antics, the novelty never wearing off.

“Then let’s go, angel.”

Hyunjin led you out of the cafe and outside. You looked around your surroundings, your eyes widening at every restaurant you passed, wondering if it would be the one.

However, you passed building after building, not stopping at any of them.

Hyunjin could sense your curiosity, as he gave your hand a squeeze. “We’re almost there, see?” He asked, pointing to a building in the distance.

You took notice of a brick building that seemed empty. You were confused as he guided you to the door, the corridor beyond eerie looking.

“Where are we going?” You asked as you were more than nervous at this point.

You trusted Hyunjin but a part of you was a little scared, not knowing what awaited you within the building.

“Don’t worry angel, let’s keep moving, just one more flight of stairs,” Hyunjin cooed, as you both walked up a flight of stairs.

At the top of the staircase there was a large door, the metal frame seeming unwelcoming. Hyunjin stopped in front of it and grasped the handle while looking at you with a bright smile on his face.

“Ready?” He asked.

You nodded your head and held your breath, prepared for whatever was on the other side. As he opened the door, you were greeted with a balcony overlooking the city, the skyline lit up against the night sky. There were fairy lights strung around the perimeter, casting a soft glow on the rooftop.

In the center, there was a small table, set up for two, the flicker of two candles casting shadows across the table. It was all so surreal. You couldn’t believe Hyunjin did all of this for you.

“Surprise!” Hyunjin said, dramatically wiggling his fingers.

You chuckled at his antics, all of your nervousness gone.

“It’s beautiful! I can’t believe you did this for me,” you said, your voice breaking as you looked at Hyunjin.

“Aww angel, don’t cry,” Hyunjin said as he rushed over to you.

He gently wiped the tear that had escaped while he pulled you closer to his body.

“I’d do anything for you y/n. I love you so much.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words as the feeling of butterflies fluttered within your stomach. You couldn’t believe your luck, happy that you were able to share this moment with the most perfect man.

“I love you too,” you gushed, your cheeks flushing with the statement.

Hyunjin flashed his beautiful smile before taking your hands in his once more.

“Shall we?”

“Yes please,” you softly said, letting him pull you toward the table.

You watched as he pulled your chair out, gesturing for you to sit. Once seated, he rushed to his chair and sat down. Your eyes followed his every move as he plated up dinner, the food smelling delicious as it was piled up on your plate.

He poured both of you a glass of wine and then signaled he was done. You both began to eat, the food seeming to melt on your tongue as a burst of flavors invaded your taste buds.

Hyunjin filled the evening with chatter, asking you about your day in detail. You were more than happy to discuss your day, as it was a little rough, having some difficult customers come through.

Once you were done eating, Hyunjin dished up dessert, setting down a slice of chocolate cake in front of you.

“You know me so well,” you said as you eyed the cake, your mouth watering in anticipation at eating the sweet treat.

“Of course angel, have to make sure you have your chocolate!”

You giggled and picked up your fork and cut a piece off. You moaned at the taste, your eyes closing as it melted in your mouth. You were in heaven, or close to it.

“So,” Hyunjin started as he twirled his fork around in his hand. “I am going to enter into the poetry night contest at the cafe. I think it would be something fun to do.”

Hyunjin looked at his plate, nervous in how you would respond. He wanted to share his talent with more people, and what better way to do so than through a friendly competition? The prize was also nice, one he believes would be worth winning.

“That’s a great idea baby!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands at the idea.

Hyunjin’s eyes lit up at your enthusiasm, his body relaxing further into the chair at your acceptance.

“Mind if we practice when we get home?” He asked, hope in his eyes.

“Of course, I’d love to help you,” you gushed, excited to hear which poem he chose.

“Great, let’s pack up and then we can head back.”

You nodded and began to gather your trash, helping hyunjin clean up. Once done, you both walked back to his apartment, giggling and chatting the whole way, your arms swinging back and forth between you.

“Thank you for dinner baby, I really did enjoy it,” you said, as you continued your walk.

“I’m happy you liked it angel, anything for my baby.”

You chuckled, your heart swelling at how sweet he is. You walked in silence, enjoying the quiet of the city as it was late. Within the last few blocks from Hyunjin’s apartment building, an idea popped in your head.

“Wanna race the rest of the way and see who can get there first?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Oh yes! Let’s do it,” Hyunjin said.

“Just so you know, I plan on winning,” you teased as you dropped your hand from his.

“I’d like to see you try,” Hyunjin responded while squatting, preparing to take off.

“Ok, ready? 3…2…1..go!”

You both took off down the walk, a fluster of laughter and shouts as you both raced to his building. You couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy as you felt the wind blow through your hair as you raced your boyfriend. Tonight was a perfect night indeed and would definitely be one of your favorites.

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Once inside, you both made yourself comfy, changing into your sleep clothes. You giggled as Hyunjin pulled you into bed and pressed kisses all over your face.

“I love you sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses.

“I love you too baby, that tickles!” You chuckled as he tried to pull you closer, all the while continuing to kiss you.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled back to look you in the eyes. “Happy birthday angel,” he whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You smiled before leaning over to kiss him on the lips, your heart swelling at the gentleness of the kiss. You both laid there for what felt like a lifetime, snuggled into each other’s embrace as you lazily kissed each other. You tugged your fingers through his hair, the soft locks gliding easily through them.

Hyunjin whimpered against your lips, as he pressed himself against you, his length hard against your thigh. You rolled your hips, grinding against him as you deepened the kiss, running your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance.

He pulled you closer, your bodies flush against each other as his tongue danced with yours. You wrapped a leg around his waist so you could feel him better and continued to grind against him, sighing against his lips as his cock brushed against your core.

Disconnecting with a gasp, you laid there catching your breath as you stared at your lover, taking in the love mixed with lust in his eyes. Your eyes fluttered as Hyunjin lightly dragged his finger down your cheek, to your lips, his thumb catching at your bottom lip.

You moaned as he slowly pushed his finger within your mouth, your lips immediately wrapping around the digit. You lightly sucked on his finger, your tongue swirling around the digit, your eyes on his.

You smirked as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh. As you released his thumb with a pop, Hyunjin pounced on you, rolling you onto your back. He attached his lips to yours in a hurried kiss, his hands fumbling with your sleep shorts.

He dragged them down as best as he could, you aiding the process as you wiggled out of the fabric, your feet pushing them down your legs. Hyunjin pulled away briefly as he gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head.

You moaned as he attached his lips back to yours, your pussy clenching as he rocked his clothed cock into your core. He lazily kissed you, his pace slowing down, his heart beating against yours. You were lost in the feel of him when you heard him murmur, his voice sultry in your ear.

“She walks in beauty like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes; thus mellowed to that tender light, which heaven to gaudy day denies.”

You pulled away slightly, confusion plastered on your face.

“Baby…what…”

But Hyunjin just silenced you with a kiss. “Shhh my angel, I’m practicing remember?”

It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, lost in thought as his lips moved with yours, until it clicked a few seconds later. The poem. Ahh it made sense now.

At that, you relaxed further, letting out a sigh as his lips moved to your neck, sucking the skin there and licking the area to sooth it. Your fingers played with his hair, twirling the ends around the digit. As he continued to leave purple marks on your skin, he continued murmuring, his voice soft in the otherwise quiet room.

“One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impaired the nameless grace, which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o’er her face; where thoughts serenely sweet express, how pure, how dear their dwelling place.”

Once he was done reciting the next part, he trailed his lips on your chest, pressing wet kisses down the valley of your breasts. He wrapped his plush lips around your nipple, letting out little moans as he suckled the hardened nub.

“So beautiful angel,” Hyunjin murmured in between kisses as he fondled your breasts, his eyes closed in bliss as he savored your body.

His fingers trailed down your tummy, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he made his way to your core, his fingers swirling around your swollen clit. You sighed as he continued to gently play with the nub, shocks of pleasure wrecking your frame as you surrendered to his ministrations.

As he tortured your sweet flesh, his eyes snapped up to watch you writhing in pleasure. Licking his lips, he took a shaky breath before continuing on.

“And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow; but tell of days in goodness spent, a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent.”

You opened your eyes as he finished, his voice trailing off at the end. You looked down at the love of your life between your legs, watching the veins pop out of his arms as he continued to pay attention to your clit.

You were close, the pleasure building, your chest heaving as you tried to breathe. Your hands gripped the sheets, the white fabric bunching up as you rocked your hips against his fingers.

“So sweet, so beautiful, delicate like a flower. Cum for me angel.”

You groaned at his words, your orgasm hitting you hard as he continued to gently fondle you. He grinned as you fell apart, his eyes roaming your face, taking in the look of pleasure, the scent of you as your slick made a mess of his hands.

Once you came down, Hyunjin shuffled up, parting your legs even more. At some point he had rid himself of his clothes, his hand stroking his leaking cock.

He brought his length between your folds, running his cock through your slick, before pushing into you. You both let out a moan, your arms reaching out for Hyunjin as he began to thrust into you.

“My baby,” Hyunjin cooed as he leaned down, your hands wrapping around his neck as you brought him closer to you.

Hyunjin slowly thrusted into you, taking his time, his cock dragging through your walls and hitting your sweet spot each time. You whined as he buried his face within your neck, placing sloppy kisses there, as he murmured his love for you.

You felt overwhelmed as he made love to you, the heat within your core building again. You clutched onto Hyunjin anywhere you could, his hair, his back, his waist as he brought sweet bliss upon you.

You reveled in the sound of both of you, as you breathed as one, punctuated with a low moan as he continued to rock into you. Hyunjin groaned each time your pussy made known how good he was fucking you, his hips stuttering as you squeezed around him.

“Come on angel, cum for me, be a good girl yeah?” Hyunjin moaned into your ear, his pace becoming more erratic as he got closer to his high.

You felt his cock twitch within you, your pussy clenching again and again, locking him in. You were blindsided as the coil within you snapped, your orgasm hitting you hard as you gasped, your pussy dripping with your arousal, drenching Hyunjin’s cock as he continued to fuck you through it.

Hyunjin let out a loud groan at the feel of your walls spasming around him, triggering his high, his cum spurting out within you, thoroughly coating your walls.

As you came down, you watched the man you love fall apart above you, a sight you will never get used to. He looked down at you, sweat dripping down his face, his hair disheveled as he thrusted his hips within you a few more times for good measure.

“Such beauty in your afterglow,” Hyunjin cooed as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and trailed a finger from your lips, down your chest, your breasts, your tummy, all the way down to your core.

He dragged his finger through some of the cum that was leaking around his cock that was still buried within your heat. Taking his soaked finger, he brought it to your lips, smiling as you opened and took the digit in.

You swirled your tongue around his finger, licking up the salty liquid, humming as you swallowed.

“Good girl,” Hyunjin praised as he withdrew his finger and his cock.

You whimpered at the emptiness, your arms reaching out for Hyunjin. He snuggled into your embrace, pressing sweet kisses all over your face.

“Stop baby,” you giggled, turning your head side to side.

“Nope, won’t stop angel,” Hyunjin teased as he continued his assault.

You both battled for a little while longer, the room filled with laughter as you both teased each other. Hyunjin settled down however and stared at you, almost as if he was staring into your soul.

“You know I love you right?” Hyunjin whispered, as he memorized your face for the millionth time.

“Mmhmm,” you said as you brushed your fingers through his hair. “And I love you.”

Hyunjin smiled at your confession as he leaned to press another kiss to your lips.

“Happy birthday,” he said as he rested his head on your chest.

This would be one of your best birthdays yet, filled with special moments with the man you love.

The days passed as Hyunjin prepared the competition. He was ready to win, ready to receive that prize so he could surprise you. He had a plan after all.

You helped him practice as much as possible, your nights spent at your place or his, snacks scattered around the table as Hyunjin paced the floors reciting the poem. You were sure he would win, as he improved greatly over the last few weeks.

You had to work the day of the competition, however, Hyunjin would meet you there before your shift ended.

“You got this babe,” you said to him as you left for your shift, giving him a smile as you walked out the door.

Your shift passed, your nerves getting the best of you as the time of the competition drew nearer. Ember showed up early, wanting to support your boyfriend and cheer him on.

You directed her to a table, so that way you both would have good seats for the night. It didn’t take long until Hyunjin showed up, handsomely dressed as always.

He smiled as he approached you. “Hi angel!” He gushed, his body radiating with excitement.

“Hi baby, ready?”

“Of course, gonna win this thing!”

You chuckled at his optimism. “Go sit, Ember saved us seats. I’ll be there soon.”

Hyunjin nodded and blew you a kiss before walking away, taking a seat next to your friend.

You finished your shift and clocked out, the time passing fairly quickly. You sat down next to Hyunjin and placed your hand on his giving it a squeeze. He seemed to be buzzing with enthusiasm, but deep down you knew he was nervous.

“You got this baby,” you whispered, giving his hand another squeeze.

Hyunjin smiled and relaxed, elated that you were there to cheer him on.

The event began in no time, the little cafe packed with patrons. You watched as contestant after contestant performed, their words filling the small space, and taking the listeners to a different place and time.

Before you knew it, it was Hyunjin’s turn. You and Ember cheered him on as he took his place on stage, his confidence oozing as he gazed at the crowd. You were captivated as he began to speak, the words reaching each person, telling a story of love and beauty.

Hyunjin maintained eye contact with each person, his voice raising and falling at the appropriate moments, his hands flowing in movements that helped tell the story.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him and neither could anyone else. After he recited the last line, there was silence in the cafe as everyone recovered from the journey, before a thunderous applause rang out.

You grinned as you cheered enthusiastically, watching as your boyfriend bowed before walking back to your table.

“Good job babe!” You said as you kissed his cheek, the flesh reddening at the action as all eyes were on him.

As he was the last contestant, the award ceremony began shortly after his performance. You listened as your manager thanked everyone for being there to support these talented people as cheers rang out once more.

Once she was done with logistics, the time came to announce the winner. You held your breath as she slowly unfolded a piece of paper, your hand reaching out to hold on to Hyunjin’s.

She took a moment to read what was written before a smile broke out on her face.

“And the winner is….Hwang Hyunjin!”

Cheers rang out at the announcement, but loudest of all was you. You hugged Hyunjin tightly, tears forming in your eyes at his win.

Hyunjin stood up to go claim his prize, the loud uproar not dying down until he sat down.

“You did it!” You exclaimed, grasping his hands in yours.

Hyunjin beamed, his eyes shining as he tried not to cry.

“I did it for us love.” He said as he gazed into your eyes.

You cocked your head in confusion. “For us?” You inquired.

Hyunjin nodded as he handed you the prize he’d won. “Open it.”

You took the envelope from him and opened it, eyeing two pieces of paper nestled within. It took you a moment to notice what they were.

“Plane tickets?�� You looked closer. “Oh! We’re going to Paris!” You exclaimed as you began bouncing on your seat.

“Yes we are angel,” Hyunjin said as he watched you dance in your seat.

Hyunjin needed to win this trip. He wanted to take you to Paris, the city of love, to shower you in love. He also had another plan up his sleeve, one that he had to keep secret for just a little longer.

His mind wandered to the little black box tucked away in his sock drawer, a beautiful diamond nestled in the velvet within. He knew you were the love of his life from that first day he saw you, sitting in the crowd listening to him speak.

You were his muse, his love, his everything; your aura radiating whispers of beauty.

He wouldn’t want to spend his life with nobody else but you. That he was sure of.

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Kinktober 2024: Day 13

WC: 4995

Summary: A drunken night he had told you he wanted you to fuck him, after a few weeks of preparation and planning the day is here.

A/N: This chapter is literally the WHOLE REASON I did Kinktober, just to force myself to write his one fuckin’ thing.

Warnings: Aside from the very obvious NSFW content, I did make him have a mommy kink which I know isn’t everyone’s cup of tea of please be advised.

The plan has been laid out for weeks. The idea was originally put out into the world one drunken night in bed, fucking yourself slowly on Sanji’s cock while he begged you to fuck him. The topic was later broached in a delicate manner as you two sat alone in the aquarium bar, him planning the next day’s meals and you pretending to read a book. From there the plan evolved until the date was upon you.

The Sunny was docked at a larger island where the crew planned to explore, restock and enjoy a day on land. From the moment you saw Sanji you could tell he was counting down the minutes until they left, having woken up even earlier then normal to prep breakfast, excusing himself once everyone started eating under the gauze of not feeling quite himself but the look he gave you as he walked by told you exactly what he was going to his room to do.

You looked yourself up and down in the full length mirror, your outfit was the first thing you had planned before even confirming with Sanji that he was into this. You had been looking for an excuse to wear the skirt you had bought in a hurry when it appeared much longer on the mannequin, and a crop top that Sanji had to give you strict instructions to never wear it around the ship otherwise he may pass out from blood loss. The came the equipment; the harness was nothing overly exciting, the black fabric of the straps dangling limply behind you, grazing the backs of your thighs every so often as you adjusted the bright pink silicon cock that bobbed between your legs, forcing your skirt to tent. As you stared at yourself you slowly worked your new appendage, noting the ridges and bumps trying their best to mimic the veins of a real cock, the very tip of the head poking out from the edge of your skirt. Just at the sight of yourself, you could feel your folds become sticky with arousal, but that was going to have to wait, today is all about him.

A knock at the door made you jump, clearly too wrapped up in your new accessory to have registered the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the floors. You pulled the door open, you immediately clocked how nervous he seemed, his shoulders hunched, his hands clenched together tightly. His eyes were wide when he saw you, if there had been a cigarette between his lips he would have had to save it from falling when his mouth hung slack. You stepped aside, silently inviting him in before closing and locking the door behind him.

He couldn’t decide what part of you to stare at first, your pert nipples barely covered by the thin blue material of the cursed crop top, or the way your skirt barely fell below your ass which had harsh black straps over the curve of your cheeks. But what ultimately held his gaze was the hot pink silicon tip poking out from the hem of your skirt, the cock wasn’t fully ridged, the weight of the skirt and it’s own heavy material making it droop and sway as you moved your hips.

As he looked over you, you couldn’t help but noticed how semi erect cock beginning to strain against his slacks, a forced swallow making his Adam’s apple bob. “Sanji?” You spoke quietly, almost as though you were worried you’d spook him. He didn’t even move his head when he hummed in response. “Did you still want to…” You allowed your sentence to fade, knowing he knew what you were asking without having to say it.

“I do, I’m just…I’m not sure how to start.” He pressed a hand to his head, as he so often does when he’s stressed, his eyes coming up to meet yours and you can tell immediately how unsure he is.

“Come here” You stepped forward, pulling his hand from his hair and guiding it around your waist as you rocked up onto your toes so you could press a kiss to his lips, drawing him into something deeper. You almost missed the groan when he pressed his hips into your’s, grinding against the synthetic bulge that was now pressed squarely against his own as you pressed your tongue past his lips. His other hand grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to him as he moaned into your mouth, unable to muffle his sounds already. The pads of his fingers pressed into your flesh as he whined, clearly wanting more then what you were offering him, his hips rutting against your strap. “So eager already.” You whispered against his lips, smiling when he whimpered.

“I want this” You swallowed his words, your nails digging slightly into his neck when you heard them. You cant your hips forward, feeling him moan against you more than hearing it as you repeated the motion over and over again, your hand moving from his neck to his lower back, applying just enough pressure to keep him from pulling away from your hips.

”What do you want, my love?” You pulled your lips away, smiling as he pressed a chaste kiss to you before you could pull back outside of his reach.

“Can you t-take control.” His eyes were fixed on the strap as it bobbed between you when you shifted your weight.

“You want me to tell you what to do?” You asked in a soft voice, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, guiding his eyes to meet yours as he nodded. “You want me to take really good care of you, hm?”

“Please” His voice was barely louder then a breath.

“Let’s get this off, what do you think?” He nodded again as you dragged your hand from his face down his neck until it grabbed the first button of his shirt and worked it from the hole, doing the same with each button, feeling his eyes watching you do so. The tips of your fingers grazed his soft chest with every movement, even dragging over his pecs and shoulders as you guided his shirt off of him, tossing it over the back of your desk chair. Next, you dropped to your knees, not missing the surprised gasp he let slip as you unzipped his slacks and tugged them from his narrow hips.

His cock was straining against his boxer briefs, a wet spot already apparent on the ocean blue fabric. Despite knowing he was already closer then he would ever admit, you couldn’t resist running your tongue over the salty patch, feeling his hands quickly push your head away, a whimper barely slipping from between his lips. You glanced up at him, already knowing he was going to make excuses that it was all too much, but you didn’t let him. You lowered your head, dragging your tongue along his covered shaft, his hands balling in your hair but not pushing you away. You repeated this a few times, until the stain had grown and his hips were bucking up in a silent plea for more.

You grabbed the sides of his underwear and tugged them off, running your hands back up along the his thighs as his hands moved from your hair to your cheeks, guiding you up to your feet.

As he kissed you, you could tell he was less in his head, the pleasure outweighing the self doubt he had been feeling when he first knocked on your door. His tongue ran along yours, your lips slotting together like two puzzle pieces that had been seperated for decades. You swallowed each other’s moans, prompting the other to return them until his hands moved from your cheeks to your hips, tugging you even closer against him, your silicon cock pressed against his.

“Can you go lay on the bed for me?” You barely pulled your lips away from his to get the words out, feeling him nod as he pressed on more, long kiss to you, clearly reluctant to pull away but forcing himself to do so anyway. He stepped back until he could sit on your bed, pushing himself back so his back was against the headboard and his legs were spread wide enough to fit between them.

You crawled between his legs, guiding one to bend at the knee and pressing kisses to his knee as you lowered yourself. You could feel his eyes boring holes into you, wanting to question your every move but biting his tongue. You laid on your stomach, propping your self up on your elbows so you could press kisses to the inside of his thigh as he had done time and time again to you.

Something about this power, this role reversal had you buzzing. You had tried power play in the past, taking the reins in the bedroom, but something about the heavy silicon piece that dangled between your legs gave you a different kind of confidence. As your lips got closer and closer to his cock, his hips bucked up slightly. Your free hand reached down onto the ground, underneath the bed until you could grab the small bottle of lube that you kept away from any prying eyes. The familiar sound of the cap opening made Sanji tense for a split second, the dense lehg muscle you were peppering with kisses going ridgid under your lips.

Noticing his sudden unease you pushed yourself up, bringing your legs underneath you so you could lean over him. One hand still held the bottle, while the other ran over his chest. “Can I start” You watched as he turned his head, his eyes fixating to a spot on the wall as he nodded, his cheeks somehow turning and even darker shade of red. “I’ll take it super slow.” It would have gone without saying, but you still wanted to say it, more so for yourself. You sat back on your feet, watching as he scooted down on the bed so his head was on the pillows and you had more access to him. You pushed the leg that wasn’t bent out more, opening his hips before pouring a healthy amount of lube over your fingers.

His ass was more muscle then fat, making it a touch harder to spread with your non-lubed hand. You rubbed your fingers over his hole, spreading the slippery substance over his entrance before slowly pressing your middle finger against the muscle. You forced your eyes away from his hole and up to his face, noting his furrowed brow and pinched eyes as you slowly pressed more and more of your finger into him. “You’re doing so well, such a good boy.” You pressed a kiss to his knee, resting your chin against it so you could watch him as you tried to bend your finger inside him. You pulled your finger almost all the way out before pressing it back inside, bending it he swallowed you to the third knuckle, speeding up each time until his lips parted and you could see his breathing becoming more labored. “Think you can take another one?” He nodded, his eyes still pinched closed but this time you could tell it was from pleasure rather than discomfort.

You pulled your finger all the way out, pouring some more lube over your fingers before slowly pressing the two inside. You could tell his jaw was clenched but he was trying to keep himself together as you stretched him out. “You’re doing so well sweetie, so good for me.” You spoke in a soft voice, pressing kisses to his knee as you did. With every half inch of your fingers he swallowed you breathed a good or juuuust like that until he had taken up to your knuckles. You bent both fingers, rubbing them in a come hither motion as he had done so many times to you, watching as he sucked in a shaky breath. “Does that feel good, my love?” His brows knitted closer together, his eyes still pinched as he nodded. “I’m just gonna’ stretch you out okay, let me know if it’s too much.” He nodded, his lips parting in a shaky sigh as you separated your fingers, feeling his walls surrounding your fingers.

You worked him open until his walls no longer felt tight around you, making sure to crook them every so often, the sound of a shaky whine slipping out was all the reassurance you needed. When he started bucking his hips, his cock drooling pre cum, you pulled out, reapplied lube and pressed three fingers into his stretched hole. Part of you was amazed he hadn’t softened, his cock still, if not harder then it was when you started, a messy pool of pre cum smeared over his belly button and lower stomach, his hips bucking as you spread your fingers inside of him.

“P-please.” Was the first real word to fall from his lips in what felt like an hour. His voice was rough, mouth dry and head lolled back against your pillows. “Please” He repeated, his hips bucking as you bent all three fingers inside of him, pressing against something that made him almost cry out.

“Please what?” Your voice was dripping with jest as you watched his hips buck against your fingers.

“I’m ready.” His cock looked like it hurt, his skin turning red from the blood held in his tissue, you could almost see it pulse.

“You’re ready for what?” You tried your best to keep your tone innocent, wanting to hear him ask for it. He groaned in response, squirming on your fingers in hope you would give in before he did. You moved from where your head was perched on his bent knee for the first time in awhile, feeling your body ache slightly as you bent your body over his, pressing a kiss to his bitten lips. “Come on love, I just want to hear you ask for it.” You could feel how slick your cunt was, your core pulsing, with every whimper you craved more. You wanted to fuck yourself on his cock, wanted to smother his whines with your cunt, feel his tongue press into your hole the way your fingers fucked into his. But tonight was his night, something you had been planning, researching and thinking about for many weeks. He made you cum almost every night, tonight was about giving into something he trusted you enough to share.

“I’m ready…” The way his voice faded out led you to believe he wasn’t done with his thought, so you stayed quiet, giving him the space to ask. “I’m ready for you to fuck me.” You couldn’t help but moan at his words, giving your fingers one more come hither before pulling them out slowly, watching as his relaxed hole clenched around nothing.

You backed yourself up, leaning back on your haunches as you reached down and grabbed the now half finished bottle of lube. Just before you were about to pour a good amount of the milky coloured liquid over your pink cock his voice made you pause. “Wait” Your eyes quickly met his, his eyes trained down to your silicone cock before meeting yours. ”I want to make you cum…before we finish.” You nodded, you ready should have anticipated he would do this. “Please” Without another word you laid back on the bed, your head landing just shy of the footboard of the bed. He was quick to flip his position, his face almost immediately buried in your folds, moving your legs over his shoulders so he could feel the squeeze of your thighs around your head.

His tongue felt like it was everywhere, his fingers pressing into your hole while he lapped greedily at your neglected clit. He was moaning almost uncontrollably into your, the hand that wasn’t fucking into you was holding onto your thigh, until it vanished. You were so lost in the pleasure, the feeling of his lips where you had wanted them most since before he had walked into your room that you barely registered the feeling of something pulling at the harness you had almost forgotten was there. When you opened your eyes that you hadn’t even realized were closed, you saw his hand wrapped around your silicon shaft, moving up and down as if he were jerking you off.

You were mesmerized, his knuckles were white from how tightly he was holding onto you, his thumb swiping over your false head in a clearly very practiced motion as he moaned into your cunt. You rutted against his face, feeling your orgasm grow, until finally your thighs clenched around his head, keeping the tip of his tongue flicking over your clit again and again until you were arching from overstimulation. You pulled your fingers from his hair, not caring enough to question when they had even gotten there. You ran your hand over your stomach, under your crop top and pulled at your pebbled nipple, grinding against his face as you felt yourself start to get wet again.

There was a beat where you thought he might dive back in, and honestly you’re not sure if you would have pushed him away or not. But before he could decide, you pressed your foot to his shoulder, shoving him away so you could get up. As you sat up and he pushed himself up from where he laid you couldn’t help but kiss him, the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Lust had taken over, your hips rutting your cock against his, your hands leading his under your shirt so he could grab at your tits.

“Yes” he breathed out, likely not even aware of his own words.

“I’m gonna’ fuck you so good” No words were good enough for a response in that moment, the only sound he was able to produce was a whiny moan. You pulled your lips back from him so there was enough space to pull your shirt over your head, his lips quickly moving to your now exposed chest. He sucked at your breast as though he may get substance from it, moaning into you as you pulled the clasps at the side of your skirt until you could toss it to join your shirt. “Lay back for me” you carded your fingers through his golden tresses, watching as his lust drunk eyes opened and slowly met your gaze, pulling away from your chest before laying back slowly.

The bottle of lube was in your hand again, squeezing it over your silicone cock running your hand along it to make sure it was sufficiently slick. His eyes followed your hand, lips parted as his breath came in quick little gasps. When you were done you wiped your hand on the sheets before moving between his long legs.

The head of your cock nudged against his entrance first, one hand holding the strap steady while the other wrapped around his cock, not moving, just holding him tightly as a source of stimulation. “Relax my sweet boy” you rubbed gentle circles on the underside of his cock as you pressed further into him, watching more and more of the strap disappear inside of him. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well.” He tried to stifle a moan but it slipped out as you pressed more than half of it inside of him. Despite wanting to press further inside you forced yourself to pause, giving him time to grow accustomed to the stretch.

You watched his expression, scanning your eyes over his face until nothing his brow relaxed, and his eyes slowly opened, his head nodding slightly to signal you to keep going. And who were you to question it.

You changed your grip on him, maintaining your hold on his cock but moving your other hand from the strap to his leg, guiding it over your shoulder. There was a split second of resistance that you could feel in his thigh when you started moving it but as you sank into him deeper his leg went lax. You pressed kisses to the side of his knee, the exact same way he did to you whenever you were in this position, your eyes staying glued to his until your pelvis was flush against him. “You’re such a good boy, how’s it feel?” You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, his jaw tightening and loosening a few times before he nodded, his eyes moving beneath the lids as he tried to search for words.

“Feels…” his voice was raspy, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he tried to find the word that perfectly described how he was feeling, knowing a simple good wouldn’t be enough for you. “Full” you hummed as you slowly stroked his cock which had softened a bit but still stood firm in your grasp. As you ran your thumb over his head, pre cum quickly gathering from his slit for you to work down his shaft his head lolled back, a breathy moan falling from his lip.

It didn’t take long before his cock was pulsing in your hand and his hips wiggled against your strap, almost as though he was trying to fuck himself on you, but you remained steadfast, hoping he’d be reduced to begging for it. Which of course, he was.

”P-Please” His gasped as the slick sound of your hand on his cock filled the room, his leg was tensing over your shoulder, trying to draw you closer to him but you knew he was consciously controlling how much of his leg strength he used with you. ”Pleaaase” He threw his arm over his eyes but you could see the tips of his ears were burning, and the blush had even traveled down to his bare chest.

“Please what, baby?” You couldn’t help but lean forward, his leg now trapped between your chest and his, a startled whine fell from his lips as your strap nudged against his prostate. You let go of his now pulsing cock so you could push his arm away from his face, your lips pressing to his forehead. “I’ll give you everything you want if you can just use your words, like a good boy.” He moaned in response, moving his head in an attempt to capture your lips but you were quick to pull just far enough away that he missed. You clicked your tongue at him, pressing your hips further into him, earning yourself a broken moan. “Come on, it’s not that hard baby, just tell me what you want.” You were close enough that your lips brushed over his as you spoke, his wide, wet eyes were locked on yours as he tried desperately to fuck himself on your unmoving cock. ”Let mommy make you feel good.” Words you never expected to say, but the sound that left Sanji made it all worthwhile.

“Fuck” The word unconsciously felt his parted lips the same was a breath does, a shaky hand reaching up to run through his own damp bangs, moving the blonde locks completely out of the way of his normally concerned eye. ”C-can you p-plea-se move.” His swirled eyebrows knit together as the words left his lips.

“See, was that so hard?” You pushed yourself up, moving your hand to support yourself on the bed next to his head, rolling your hips as you adjusted. His whole body moved, his calf muscle flexing against your chest as you wrapped your free hand around his thigh using it to support the position change.

You rolled your hips against him, pulling out slowly before pressing into him until there was little resistance against the toy. With every thrust his moans got louder, but not quite has loud as it had been when you had managed to hit the squishy organ inside of him.

You pulled completely out of him, a long whine leaving his lips in place of a question which would have been near impossible for him to piece together in that moment.You guided his leg off your shoulder as you slipped off the bed, glad that even in this cock drunk state he was able to understand what you were trying to do so he could move allowing his legs were dangling off the bed on either side of you. The toy slipped back inside him with as little resistance as there is for him after he’s made you cum a few times. He sucks in a sharp breath as you sink into him fully, only stopping when your bodies can be no closer together, your hands pulling his legs over your shoulders and tugging him closer to the edge of the bed so his hips are lower then yours, a position you hope will get the desired outcome.

The sight of his muscular legs over your feminine frame made his face turn a bright red, watching as you nip at the calf that's over your right shoulder, your leg hand running down the other leg until you can run grab his hip. You begin fucking him, moving your hips at a different angle each thrust until a startled moan shoots from his lips. You lock your body into that angle and begin to pound into him as though you had sensation in the strap and you were chasing your mounting orgasm. Everytime the bulbous head of the cock grazed along his prostate, his sounds got more and more broken, his volume louder than he had ever been before. Very quickly what little resolve he still maintained cracked, shattering the moment your hand wrapped around his aching cock again.

His head lolled back, eyes filled with tears, jaw slack as the moans poured out of him. Anytime he tried to speak, words turned into whimpers and cries, begging for more, which you tried to give him but you didn’t have the stamina he did, you could feel the muscles in your stomach, hips and even your ass started to protest your thrusting but you couldn’t let up.

As you fucked into him, unable to tear your gaze away from him you felt his hand grab the hand that was wrapped around his cock, assuming he wanted you to move it you slowly started to move your wrist, which forced a pained cry from his lips, his head shaking as his grip on your tightened. “T-t-o-oo m-much” he met your gaze, his hand still tight around your wrist as you pieced together the fact that he didn’t want you to touch him, that it wasn’t the toy that was too much, that it was instead your hand around his cock. He was getting off entirely from you fucking into him. You pulled your hand away from his erection, instead intertwining your fingers with his and pinning it next to his head as you maintained a rough pace. With your free hand you nudged one of his legs off your shoulder, allowing you to move closer to him, trapping his leg between your chests as you pressed a kiss to the dip in his collarbone.

“You take my cock so well, you take it like such a good boy.” You felt him moan more then you heard it, his chest vibrating against your lips. “Think you can cum for mommy?” You flicked your gaze up to him, seeing him nod over and over again, his hips trying to buck against your strap, a string of please mommy leaving his lips until the leg over your shoulder tensed, his top half sitting up from the bed as much as the position allowed as a long and slightly choked moan shot from his mouth as you felt your chest become coated with cum.

With every rope of cum his whole body jerked, getting weaker with each pulse until he was whimpering against the mattress, hips still bucking ever so slightly as he orgasm tapered.

He looked absolutely beautiful underneath you. His chest pink, the slightest hint of freckles could be seen over his shoulders, his cheeks were flushed, lips chapped and bitten, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, his eyes closed and face relaxed. His cock lay, deflating against his lower belly, cum dripping from the head and into his belly button. You guided his leg from your shoulder, sure to press a kiss to the inside of his knee before letting it hang limply from the edge of the bed. As soon as you slowly began pulling out of him you noticed how his cock twitched, beginning to harden just from the feeling of movement inside of him, followed shortly by an overstimulated whine.

“I know baby, I just gotta pull out.” You held his hip as you stepped back, your cock eventually slipping out of him and hanging heavily. “There you go baby, all done.” Your voice was hushed, as you unclipped the harness and let it fall to the ground so you could step out of it.

As soon as it was gone, you couldn't help but miss it a little, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before you had it on again. You gently guided him onto the bed properly, hearing his little hums every time you touched him until you were able to get his head on the pillow and wrestle the blanket over him, crawling under it beside him. As if by instinct he moved his head to your chest, pressing his face into your bare skin, his arm wrapping around your waist. You wanted to ask him how it was, ask him how you could improve, when you could do it again, but you forced yourself to wait, opting instead to card your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep against you.

[crystalizedcryolite]

While waiting for me to finally finish the next chapter..

DESIGN ANALYSIS FOR MY VIGILANTE AU >:D

As always, let's start in rainbow order! But first things first; all CG members have matching eyes, in one way or another! Red has yellow eyes, Orange has green eyes, Yellow has orange eyes, Green has blue eyes, and Blue has red eyes!! I might change things depending on how it looks, though.

Anyway, Red!!

I'll admit, I'm definitely giving him a design upgrade, but let's talk about this one.

Ah, the classic yellow bandanna. How could I leave it out? It's iconic!

His hair is definitely the wildest out of everyone's. A lot of black and grey in his design, too, which makes the yellow bits and the light-up shoes REALLY stand out.

The yellow matches his eyes and bandanna, and is reminiscent of that media trope with seeing yellow eyes peek from the darkness. The mask is, of course, to hide his face. Red didn't really seem like the guy to wear a visor like Green, or cover his entire face like Blue, so he gets that mask! Might change that, who knows.

His outfit looks thrown together with not that amount of effort. Very casual, as Green pointed out. Before Orange, he was the latest addition to the team, which can mean he can be a bit inexperienced. Wanted to convey that somehow!

Light-up shoes, oh, light-up shoes... who doesn't love them? Green certainly doesn't, but Red disagrees!

Next one!

Orange/Sketch

Now, I didn't draw their vigilante outfit yet, but I added the description of it to give an idea!

I wanted her hair to give a very anime-protagonist feel, if that made sense? Not sure if I got that right but it works for me! And hey! Freckles!

Working clothes: His pants are covered in paint to give an artist-like feel. (I should know. I paint a lot and some of my clothes did NOT survive the process.) As for the top and apron, I wanted it to feel like an actual café worker's uniform without it being a basic starbucks rip-off.

Vigilante outfit: VERY reminiscent of outfits animated characters would wear in scenes where they're doing some graffiti on the streets. That was my main inspiration behind the design.

Also in dark colors. They have to blend into the darkness and stuff!

The pouch mentioned was for practical sake; as is something I like to do when thinking of designs. And it helps with the artistic urge to draw at any time, regardless of what the situation is.

Not much to say about Orange's design, besides the fact that I wanted to give it a very protagonist-y vibe.

Yellow/Y

The second design is more or less his actual vigilante outfit, buuuut yeah!

Curly hair -despite my inability to draw it- and Yellow has been a favorite hc of mine!

His outfit is somewhat inspired by steampunk? Not exactly, but I DID have steampunk in mind while making it! The pilot's jacket was the best change yet.

Someone on a03 has told me that he looks like Alan, somehow! I'm not sure if I see it, so does anyone else see it? It would be a funny coincidence if so!

Green/Songbird

His hair is my favorite part of my Green design so I HAD to keep it! The classic headphones are there with a gamer-ish colour scheme.

VERY hip-hop and streetdance inspired! His visor is a reference to the sunglasses Orange gave him in the "More Faces" short, rather than his sunglasses in the Influencer Arc.

His clothes are a reference to the clothes I see my sister wear for her own dance training, and I love streetwear in general, so its a perfect fit! The necklace is just for show, though. Nothing practical about that, but it does look cool! Plus, it's a notion to his powers! His outfit is practical, but still shows off somehow, just like Green!

My vigilante!Green is the most experienced in the group, so I wanted him to look that way, somehow? And he definitely looks the most professional! I think!

Blue/The Witch

The second member to join the vigilante team!

I HAD to give her a hat. The witch's hat is a must. Practical? Not exactly. Cool? Yes, indeed.

The mask is my favorite part. A direct reference to the "Faces" short, AND a good way for Blue to, ahem, mask her identity (hehe a pun)

The sweater and coat combination seems strange, but it looks a little like a modern witch outfit? Trenchcoats definitely give a vigilante vibe in a way, and Yellow already had one, so Blue gets a belt and a sweater to go with it!

Blue definitely needed a bag for her potions. She can't just make them on the spot!- well, she can, but it would still be a hassle! She'd be the most practical when it comes to her clothing for vigilantism, after Yellow.

Purple/Aeolus!

Obviously, the cloak is a reference to elytra. The green hairtie, the bag and the cloak buckle is a reference to their mother, Orchid. You can see the vines on the bag strap, the flowers on the bag and buckle, and the leaf-shape on the hairtie.

There's also a lot of green on them, wink wink ;3

To hide their identity, they cover a majority of their face with the cloak hood!

It was hard to balance the colors, but I'm happy with the results! This one is simple compared to the others, but its still cool nonetheless!

Purple was meant to have ripped jeans but my drawing ability to low, so... sorry, Purple.

AAAAND THAT'S ALL! Sorry if this seemed boring or disappointing, or whatnot. I tried my best!

[hoodoowoman]

5 sins of ts3 CC-creators...

I started my annual revision of CC for my lepacy save, and I just want to rant about CC... But before that THANK YOU TO ALL ACTIVE TS3 CC CREATORS, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR WHAT YOU ARE DOING, THIS IS JUST TO GIVE US ALL (ME INCLUDED) SOME IDEAS REGARDING IMPROVEMENTS WE CAN MAKE. 1. No polycount in post. As a gamer who experienced huge in game lags because I was using thousands of 3454981345976134856786 poly stuff now I consider what to put in my game more carefully. It takes a lot of time to check every item I've downloaded in bulk (usually it's more than 300 items at once) whether it's ok or no for my game (I'm using up to 15k hair and up to 10k other stuff) and would be great if all had a habit to put polys in infobox about their cc. Would save a huge amount of time, really. You can check it in s3pe, tsrw or blender. 2. No custom thumb. I understand, we all are lazy at times, and not all of us pro photographers, BUT it really helps to identify CC and author (if all thumbs have something in common) if there is something you want to get rid of. It takes literally 5 mins to do a custom thumb. 3. Not making unisex stuff actually unisex. Come on, guys, it's a 21st century. Males deserve more love in ts3. And don't get me started about other ages… Basically, that's why I started converting, because I CRAVE more unisex and uniage CC. 4. Not checking suitable categories for your stuff. Loafers in athletic or sleepwear? That gorgeous hair is perfect for the official outfit, but it's nowhere to be found in that category. And my favourite — high heels for swimwear, so your sims could swim with style👠! For a ccholic like me with f.e. 1000+ items only in “Hair” folder, it sounds like a nightmare to click EVERY item and check categories. I'll do it anyway (cause ts3 has me in a chokehold T.T) but I mean........ 5. Not making recolorable preset. Unlike TS4, TS3 has beautiful colour wheel! Non-recolorable presets might be good, but what truly gives you freedom is to recolour it however you'd like. Please, please, PLEASE make at least one recolorable preset for your stuff. I'm begging you on my knees 🧎‍♀️ You can revisit your old CC to make it better, you can reupload the file on SFS, and it will still have the same link. Let's make ts3 cc better. It deserves it. You can add anything else you want to be improved in the comments section, yeah...

[callme-dickmaster]

Basket Case

Ch. Three - Fine

summary: Jonathan returns to school and you answer a call for a ride home cw: this may be v long, afab! reader, minimal use of y/n, bullying, language, Lonnie Byers and his bad parenting author's note: hullo

Tuesday, November 8th, 1983

You stomped into school with the biggest scowl you could muster. You were still angry about the day before. You punched your locker, earning a stinging hand and snatched your books out of your locker.

"Don't! Not today, man," you snapped when Eddie trotted up to your locker. He put his hands up in surrender and back away. He knew when someone was not having it. You huffed, deciding to skip second period to avoid snapping at Carol and sat in the library to draw. It passed faster than you were used to, but that was fine as long as you didn't have to look at the back of Carol's head any more than you had to.

You made your way to the front of the school to try and use the payphone to call Jonathan and tear him a new one for missing so much school.

"Hey, y/n!" you stopped with a sigh. For fuck's sake.

"What?" you sighed, keeping your eyes to the floor. Steve jogged up to you, wearing a stupid all blue outfit. You hated blue.

"Hey, uh...I feel bad...A-about yesterday. But I'm having a party tonight and I was thinking you could come?" Steve sputtered. This boy had clearly never said a genuine apology in his life. "I could come?" you asked slowly.

Steve smiled and nodded, "Yeah! To the party?" he said, sounding unsure now.

You glanced behind him and saw Tommy and Carol not far behind. You gave him a blank stare, "No. Eat dirt."

Steve opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as you walked away. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Fine. Play it that way, Henderson," Steve said. He was bound and determined to get on your good side. Even if he wasn't entirely sure he was ever on it in the first place.

You continued up to the front door of the school and almost completely passed Jonathan himself hanging up posters on the bulletin board.

"Jonathan Byers! Where the hell have you been?!" You grit, hitting his arm with every word. Jonathan flinched away from you, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry I didn't call! I was looking for Will!" he said, handing you one of the missing posters. You furrowed your eyebrows, scanning the poster. Since when had Will been missing? You just saw him Sunday!

"Will is missing? Wait. What?! How long has he been gone? How did I not notice this? I'm sorry I was so mean with you just then; I had no idea!" you said, putting a hand on his arm. You looked behind Jonathan when you noticed Steve and his friends standing there watching you both. "Do you guys know anything yet?" you asked. Jonathan shook his head with a shrug.

You sighed, turning your focus to glare at Nancy walking up to you and Jonathan as she gripped her bag. "H-hey..." Nancy stuttered. Her gaze flickered from Jonathan to you and back again. "I just...I wanted to say, um...I'm sorry about everything," she said, making sure you knew she was talking to you too.

You, however, didn't care. "Thanks. Bye." You snapped, glaring as harshly as you could at the brunette. Nancy flinched but she couldn't walk away just yet. "Sorry...um, everyone's thinking about you..." she tried, "It sucks," she gave Jonathan a sad smile. You rolled your eyes, grabbing another poster from Jonathan to hang up around town.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's a smart kid," Nancy added, throwing another cautionary glance at you before the bell rang and she had to leave for a test.

"What are you doing now?" you asked.

"I-I'm about to go to my dad's to look for him," Jonathan sighed.

"I'm coming with you. Let's go," you said, pulling your bag up on your shoulder. Jonathan started to protest, but you were already out the door. "Okay then," he sighed. You were standing by his car pulling impatiently on the handle. You drove silently for a while until you couldn't stand the music he was playing anymore. You grabbed the tapes out of his backseat and rifled through them with a scowl.

"Dude, seriously? No Metallica?" you sighed, dropping a Talking Heads tape.

Jonathan chuckled, shaking his head, "No! I told you I like the calmer stuff," he replied.

You rolled your eyes, digging around for some other tape and settled on a mixtape. "Calmer stuff," you scoffed. Jonathan started up the tape which was thankfully one you could bop along to.

Both teens stopped when the first bars of Should I Stay, Or Should I Go? started. It was Will's favorite. You smiled comfortingly at Jonathan and nodded along to the song.

You stared out the window as you neared Lonnie's neighborhood. You sighed, twisting your hair around your finger while Jonathan parked a few houses down from Lonnie's. "Look, stay in the car, okay?" he said, reaching into the back for his bag.

"No way! I can help look for him. Do you think Lonnie is just going to hand him over if he is here?" you asked, staring at him with big eyes. Jonathan sighed, giving in. You climbed out of the car, staying close to Jonathan and hissing at a neighbor who looked her up and down. Jonathan gently pulled you in front of him, glaring back at the boy as you ran up to the door.

He frantically knocked on the door until a woman opened up, obnoxiously chewing her gun. "Can I help you?" she asked rudely.

"Hey. Is Lonnie around?" Jonathan asked, not really looking at her. The lady furrowed her eyebrows, "Yeah, he's out back. What do you want?" she asked.

"To look around," Jonathan said, pushing past her with you in tow. You called Will's name, opening doors and bumping into each other when Lonnie ran up and pushed Jonathan against a wall, getting a yelp from you. Jonathan shoved his father off him, "You've gotten stronger," Lonnie said, punching Jonathan's chest.

You glared daggers at him from the hall, "Jonathan this is Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan. My oldest," Lonnie said.

"Who is she?" Cynthia snipped, pointing at you. "Oh...that one. Your crazy friend," Lonnie said, "Don't call her that. Her name is y/n, Lonnie. And I'm here for Will," Jonathan said, pushing him back to run out back. Cynthia glanced from the yard to the teenager in her living room and tapped your arm.

"You want a drink or something?" she asked. You stared at her silently. "Okay..." Cynthia trailed, walking away. Jonathan eventually walked back inside, and you left quickly and quietly. Jonathan drove back into town with you sitting quietly beside him.

He drove up to your house, noticing your mom wasn't home. "She's probably out helping look for Will. I'll see you tomorrow," you said before walking inside.

No more than a minute after you walked into the house did the phone ring. "Henderson residence." you sighed. "Uh, h-hey, y/n!"

"Steve?" you frowned, "How did you get my number?" you asked. Steve shrugged on the other end, "Yellow pages." you rubbed your temples.

This guy is going to give me grey hairs.

"Okay, well, throw that page out. I don't really feel like dealing with you and your shitty friends outside of school too," you said, slamming the phone on the wall. There was no reason for King Steve Harrington to call you. Especially to call your home phone when your little brother could answer. He gets picked on enough at the middle school and high schoolers were way more ruthless than twelve-year-olds. Most twelve-year-olds.

You made a late dinner out of the food your mom left and sat in bed to try and get some homework done. A few hours in you heard the phone start ringing again. You sighed, dropping your head back on your shoulders. "Yeah?" you answered, leaned up on the wall.

"Hi! y/n, hey, it's-it's Nancy," Nancy stuttered on the other end. You sighed, letting your head hang.

"Dude, I swear to God, if this is some, like, initiation thing to mess with the weird kid to date the popular guy, don't waste your time. Just go ahead and tell them I cried like a baby, okay?" you said, going to hang up when Nancy hurriedly stopped you.

"No! No! No! It's nothing like that at all! I'm really sorry about the other day, I didn't know what I was supposed to say...I was kinda surprised is all," she mumbled.

You sat quietly for a minute, deciding to hear her out. "Well, I guess it's okay. You didn't do anything. Anyways, what do you want?" you asked, "Um, I'm at this party at Steve's...and Barb left. And I could really use a ride home? Or could I stay at yours? If you don't want to or you can't that's totally fine!" Nancy spluttered, really trying not to disturb Steve upstairs.

You sighed heavily into the receiver, also trying hard to show how much of a bother this was. "I guess... Gimme fifteen minutes," you said and hung up without waiting for an answer. Everyone knew where Steve lived, so you didn't have to ask. You slipped on some shoes and grabbed your keys before making the drive to the Harrington house. Nancy was already outside waiting. She jogged up to the car and hopped in, smiling nervously at the girl driving.

"Hey! Thank you so much! You didn't have to do this," she said. You nodded and drove off while Nancy was buckling in, "I know." Nancy pursed her lips and looked out the window. She listened to the Iron Maiden album playing quietly in the background and glanced at your white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

"Um...hey, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I-I should have said something and defended you. I know we're not really friends, but I know you enough to be nice and keep people from treating you like that. I'm really sorry," Nancy said, twiddling her thumbs.

You shrugged, "It's really fine, Nancy. I was just pissed at everyone else, and you were just trying to help...'M sorry too..." you said, pulling into your own driveway. Nancy looked at the house in confusion.

"You can stay here tonight so you don't have to get in trouble with your mom. Just tell her you're here and you lost track of time and forgot to call," you said and got out of the car. Nancy got out and followed you inside, shutting the door softly behind her. You were sitting in your room, making sure Nancy would have enough room to sleep.

"If you don't wanna share a bed that's fine. Couch is out there if you want it," you said, pulling the blankets back and crawling into the fluffy oasis. Nancy shook her head with a small smile, "That's okay! I don't mind..." she said, taking her jacket off. "There's pajamas in the top drawer if you want them," you mumbled, starting to fall asleep. Nancy said "thanks" and changed into an oversized Def Leppard t-shirt and some shorts. She wandered into the kitchen and quickly called home.

Her mom was upset, but happy she was safe and back somewhere "on time" as Nancy used your lie. Nancy turned out the light and climbed into bed. "Night Nance..." you trailed off, "I guess you're alright," you added with a snicker. Nancy smiled, "Goodnight, y/n. Thanks."

<3

[befemininenow]

Even though our younger days are gone, we’re also glad that those darker days are left in the past. At an older age, we’re confident enough to fulfill those wishes of our younger selves while stronger enough to challenge those who wish to kick us back into hiding. Let’s just bring back the fun retro stuff instead of the bad stuff that shaped the past.

This picture dates back to 2007. I was barely a teenager during this time period and my signs of being trans were also starting to be noticeable. One of those signs is feeling jealous of girls like the ones in the pic. I didn’t know what gender envy was while my knowledge of transgender was limited to gender bender transformations at best. While their fashion sense wasn’t really the best, I had a soft spot for these girls and in my mind, I really wished I woke up one day transforming into one of these girls.

Nowadays, we have much more knowledge of what being trans means and HRT access is more readily available today than in 2007. Trans people born that year will finally become adults in 2025 and unfortunately a lot of them are currently unable to take even basic HRT due to a flood of anti-trans laws being enacted in several states and counties to people under 18. There have been horrific spikes in $uicide attempts among trans kids since these laws have been active. I don’t even want to know what post-2025 will look like for trans people in general, regardless of age.

It sucks because I can recall how bad my dysphoria was as a kid. I would spend an unhealthy chunk of my free time looking at gender benders on DeviantArt, YouTube, or stuff like Mashiro’s Castle wishing it would happen to me one day. It wasn’t until the early 2010s that I had a better idea of what being trans was. But by then, I was already becoming an adult. I survived, but unfortunately I can’t say the same for other trans kids and trans people that are no longer with us.

The only thing I can do now is keep going and fulfill any possible void I can at an older age. Just to give you an idea, these girls aren’t teenagers. They’re over 27 years old in this pic and they’re currently well into their mid-40s. Yet, their outfits definitely seem like the typical teenage stuff I saw growing up. It isn’t strange to see girls in their late 20s-early 30s today looking like teens due to their looks, clothing, and sometimes personality. Those of us at that age range tend to inspire the younger generations and create something even bigger. In my case, I rather do this my way and become the best trans girl (or woman) I dreamed of being. So what if I’m a little too old to wear an alt outfit? I’m going to wear what I want!

If you’re reading this long rant and flashback Friday moment of mines, I just want you to know to keep going. It isn’t the end yet. It’s just the beginning of something new.

[marcelloshdz]

confirmation

summary: you're pulling double duty on snl again, and you and marcello make an announcement through a sketch. requested by anonymous. part two to double duty.

“round two. how are you feeling?” marcello asked you. he was with you in your host dressing room at snl, taking a break from rehearsals. it was just ahead of your sophomore album release, and you were doing another double stint for the show. 

“excited! i’m glad to get to do be here again.” you said to him. “but i’m nervous about our sketch.” after your first hosting gig, you and marcello went out on a couple of dates, and after a while, the two of you made things officially. privately, at least. 

the internet was very loud about their assumptions and theories about the status of your relationship. but, you and marcello still kept it to yourself as much as you could. unfortunately, it was kind of hard to do with both of your statuses, and the amount of paparazzi in nyc. 

“i was at the beginning of the week. but after writing it, and it playing well at the table read, i’ve been less nervous about it. but not that it’s closer to show day, i’m getting nervous about how everyone is going to react.” he sighed. he’d written a sketch as a sort of follow up to the first one you did together, except this one had big kiss at the end of it. this was an idea marcello had to essentially publicly confirm your relationship, and hopefully put the rumors to rest. you were hesitant at first, worried that it wouldn’t be received in that context.

“but what if no one sees if that way and just views it as another sketch?”

“considering what people have already been saying about us, i don’t think they’ll just brush it off.”

“if you say so.”

it was finally saturday night, and the show was going so well. the audience was enjoying every sketch, and your first performance was so fun. the show was in commercial following weekend update, and you and marcello were getting ready for your sketch.

“alright, here we go.” you said. you and marcello took your places on the set, hands intertwined and taking a brief moment to yourselves before the show came back from commercial. the producers began counting down, and the show was back.

you and marcello started the sketch, which was immediately met with cheers when the audience noticed it was the two of you on the stage. the sketch started, and went by as fast as it started. as it was nearing the end, the gap between the two of you closed, and your lips met. he kissed you deeply, surrounded by applause and cheers. you smiled wide, sharing your final lines of the sketch before it ended and you were rushed off the stage.

“oh my god, i can’t believe we did that.” you said out of breath. “what a rush.” marcello smiled at you, kissing you again. he shared more words of affirmation before you had to get changed into your next outfit for your second performance.

you took the stage, humming along to the song in your head before it started. it was actually one that you’d written about marcello and your relationship. of course, after you played it for marcello, it immediately became his favorite song of yours.

your second performance was great, as did the rest of the show. once the end of the night hit, everyone gathered on the stage for goodnights. marcello stood next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. you smiled at him and intertwined your fingers with his.

you wished everyone good night, thanking the special guests who’d dropped by, and all the cast and crew for all their hard work. you were suddenly engulfed in marcello’s embrace, feeling his lips press against your forehead. as you were wishing everyone good night, all the cast members that you’d become friends with were praising your performances from the night, many of them mentioning the sketch with marcello.

you made your way to the after party and hung out for a while before you and marcello made your way home. once you were finally home, you showered and got ready for bed. you were scrolling on your phone, seeing everyones reactions to your episode. it was overwhelmingly a positive response, particularly to yours and marcello’s sketch. 

“so, what’s the consensus?” marcello asked as he climbed into bed next to you.

“mostly good. overwhelmingly good, actually. and, not to say i told you so, but a bunch of people are questioning if it was real or just a bit.” you laughed.

“damn.” he sighed. “there, that should answer any questions.” he added. just then, you got an instagram notification. 

“marcellohdz mentioned you in their story”

you tapped the notification and viewed his story, to which he shared a clip from the sketch that was posted on the snl account.

“bring your girlfriend to work week. ❤️‍🔥🕺🏽 @-your-username”

“subtle.” you laughed. you reposted his story to yours before putting your phone on the charger and rolling over to face him. he wrapped his arms around you as you nuzzled into his chest.

“i love you.” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you.” you said, pressing a kiss to his chest. you fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, sleeping better than you had all week, now that the stress of the show was gone.

[dragonshoard]

My head is STUCK on blue bird!Jinx AU with the new season coming out (if anyone remembers from WAY WAY back).

Summary for people who have no idea what tf I'm talking about: Basically, Powder dies via Silco the night Vander dies. She's revived by Janna (wind spirit god who is a guardian deity of Zaun) and proceeds to spend x years getting up to international hijinks. Powder/Jinx (she goes by both) remembers nothing of her past and is spirit blessed with the ability to turn into various forms of birds.

I had a picture of her a while back but I'm probably going to be changing her outfit and hair. I'm not fond of the top I gave her anymore. Also, she has so many tattoos. So many.

I've added to the AU since I last spoke about it:

Jinx is a magical conduit - not quite a mage, or a witch, but someone who is capable of using magic without generating it herself. She gets power from the Spirit Gods and Runeterra. It is also what is keeping her alive so if she's ever drained she will die :D

Her abilities/magic is very similar to Janna's in that, naturally, she has healing, shielding, and some control of wind. To do anything else the magic would have to go through specific runes, though it costs significantly more to do so (draining her faster). Her only other natural ability is her transformation, though certain transformations drain her more (big bird, for example)

Otherwise, she still loves her pistol and ALSO has a fondness for knives and never has less than ten on her person.

Jinx has a few titles, but her main one is "Storm Priestess". She is quite literally a religious leader and is treated as such. There are rules she has to follow, and if Janna tells her to jump - she will LEAP

Her hair is much more elaborate in this AU as it's used to enhance and add to the array of runes tattooed onto her skin. It's still in two braids (typically - specific circumstances may have her wearing more), though with threads of brightly colored yarns and engraved silver/copper/iron metal running through it. I'm going to playing around with the following concepts (don't look too deeply at the colors, just the patterns/styles/accessories):

Zaun and Piltover are bordered by Noxus and Shurima, so I'm going to go ahead and assume Piltover and Zaun's first generations were largely immigrants from Noxus and Shurima (and possibly Demacia). I'm assuming Shurima had the largest population as Zaun was once part of the Shuriman empire. However, as a note, Zaun and Piltover are largely mixing pot nations due to the nature of them being port cities with vast trade systems.

In this AU, Jinx and Vi's facial features are very region typical for specific parts of Shurima. Great-grandparents were immigrants to Zaun.

Jinx has political ties to three (I'm including the Undercity here) nations: Shurima, Zaun, and Piltover. Her religious leader position grants her relatively high status/respect and a voice in all three nations; however, her connections with Silco in Zaun and Caitlyn in Piltover also give her some additional legitimacy.

Shurima is currently heavily divided and largely in ruins. However, with the rise of Azir the empire is slowly rebuilding. They were once a very prosperous and rich culture, so its implied that there will be a resurgence of that golden era. Her involvement in a certain conflict will grant her status with the empire where most followers of spirit-gods wouldn't have. There will be conflict there, but as I understand it Azir is largely seen as a benevolent dictator. I'm not 100% sure what his perspective is on spirit-gods, but I'm going to assume he isn't the ungrateful sort.

In terms of relationships...

Jinx has a very close relationship with Caitlyn. They've known each other since Jinx was about 13 and have been friends since. Caitlyn has considered adding Jinx to the family registry for both political and personal reasons. Caitlyn is a bit more familiar with Zaun in this one, as she's spent a number of years exploring Zaun pre-independence and learning the culture. Also has more political savy.

Vi is in Stillwater for at least 2 more years than in canon.

As mentioned before Viktor and her are good friends in this one but she's gonna get nervous when he starts poking at the arcane in a very unsanctioned way (and I mean her as a person, not her as a priestess - the spirit gods and spirits are quiet about his actions for now).

I'm thinking about how to integrate parts of season 2 into this AU. There will be a period of time in which Jinx will be unable to return to Zaun due to conflict in parts of Shurima, so I'm thinking that this is when the conflict between Zaun and Piltover starts to boil over. I'm thinking a situation in which Piltover and Zaun sign a formal declaration of independence but problems begin to boil over due to foreign and domestic issues. Not 100% on whether or not Caitlyn's mom dies in this one, but there is a chance of it.

I'm also not sure how much I'm going to keep to the "magic leads to destruction" angle the show is starting to go towards. Pending! Right now Jinx is very pleased with the progress of hextech and chemtech so far in the shows. Some things are subject to change as Arcane season 2 progresses :D

[electronicclowncollector]

STINGUE ESSAY

(Credit to @lilacharbour for providing me with the screenshots for evidence)

(^Yours (and your cat’s) reaction to seeing this post)

That’s right, in this essay, I will be persuading you, and any of the doubters out there, that the ship stingue is undeniably canon, and not the sort of canon you can just headcanon away. I will present several pieces of evidence with my vast knowledge of the Fairy Tail franchise (really vast) that can completely prove that stingue is a real ship (also known as Ring, stogue, the sabretooth boys, strong, but for the sake of keeping track of it, I’ll use the most obscure name for it, stingue). P.S. if you haven’t read my Rogue post, go do it, this won’t make any sense without a firm understanding of my analysis of Rogue’s character, and it's way shorter than this so there’s no reason not to.

Exhibit A: In this manga panel, we can see that sting is wearing a cat outfit. Many of the doubters would dismiss this, saying that this was all a part of his character development in the Saber Tooth arc, where he *Allegedly* wanted to become true to his guild name and become a sabretooth tiger (with cool dragon powers). I propose a different idea. He was doing this to impress Rogue. We all know the entire Fairy Tail franchise loves cats, it’s common knowledge, if you didn’t know that then you did inadequate research in preparation for this essay. But what makes this specific to rogue is that he’s wearing a cat COSTUME. NOT CAT EARS. NOT A CAT TAIL. AN ENTIRE COSTUME. You know who else is a cool cat in costume?!?!? THAT’S RIGHT, FRESH! ROGUES CAT. CLEARLY, sting was doing this in a bid to replace Rogue’s beloved cat Fresh, and you can CLEARLY SEE Rogue blushing, however, the blushing is only in the colored version of the director cut of the manga, and its top secret (only I have a copy), so you’ll have to trust the experts on this one. Also is the girl on the right single? If so, send her my way.

I’m sure the manga readers In the crowd are reacting just like Sting and Rogue did in exhibit B. But OP, I hear you ask, what about the anime only viewers? They won’t have this part of the manga adapted for years! And I must say, what an astute observation, I completely respect your question and you have earned a red heart, you can redeem it at the bottom of the post, or if you want to pass it to a friend press the two arrows button next to it to recycle the heart. ANYWAY, this shot here, was taken directly from the seen during the the raids on the beaches of Akane, when both Sting and Rogue had been caught in a quicksand trap by the SINISTER Bickslow. Where does Stingue apply to this? You may ask. Well, just outside the frame, we can’t see (but we know its true) that everyone is running around them to get ahead, because even the background characters like Natsu and Gajeel (may the dragons bless his sacrifice for the sins of fairy tail) know that they are romantically involved, but the scene cuts to black to see fresh teaming up with stings cat whatever its name (Bradley or doug or something) to save them, but off screen, they literally reach out and HOLD HANDS in the scene. THEY THOUGHT THEY WOULD DIE but their only thoughts were their mutual love for eachother. If that story didn’t make you cry, then I don’t know what did.

But OP I hear some of you asking, if they’re in a relationship, WHY havent they been openly talking about the more intimate side of their relationship? First of all, go reread the manga, second of all, this point is for you. Read Exibit C. Now, I’m sure this doesn’t need any explanation, it’s a completely self-explanatory point. But for some It is necessary, and I shall provide. These two were getting very lovey dovey during a date together, they were going on a walk in the forest and oh my, a river, and how did they get across? Stepping stones! The reason why it says a “Person stepping contest” rather than a “Stepping stones constest” is because of a translation error, no need to elaborate further. Another point to be made, more specific to this panel, is the character in the background, that very few people noticed on their first few reads, is Gandalf! Now, I’ll give you a chance to pick up your phone/ipad/PC/book after you all dropped it in shock, because that’s a lot to take in. But how does it relate to the ship? Well, Gandalf is a very close word to Gander, the word for an adult male goose, which in fairy tail culture is an animal associated with passion and romance, so Gandalfs presence obviously correlates with that. He has appeared in every single manga panel with rogue and sting in the background, further proof that they have a romantic, passionate relationship.

My next point relates to the games, which I have played time and time again just for this one cutscene. During the Mt. Hakobe chapter, the two were forced to travel up the mountain to obtain the fabled dragonberry from the mountain, in order to save Rogues adoptive mother/auntie dragon. The following dialogue ensued, starting with rogue: “Heya fresh, do you think you could pass me the beans? They’re in the backpack” (fresh was in rogues backpack at the time), fresh responded with a mix between a meow and a ribbet, and sting responded with the following: “Hahah, not more beans! It’ll stink both of our sleeping bags up for when we’re cuddled up in the tent!”. Rogue proceeded to blush and a quick time event occurred. Their obvious lovers banter shows more then enough to prove that in the games, both characters are incredibly infatuated with eachother, because as Dr Seuss (with help from me) said: “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because” “Rogue keeps eating all the beans before sleeping”.

Now my final point in this essay is how syncronised they are. Besides the obvious romantic tension when they do their special move where their massive balls touch (obvious gay symbolism), they’re also syncronised in many other things. Most notably, finishing eachothers sentences, read exhibit D. The example above shows this, where Sting says “Ah!!!” and Rogue finishes it off by saying “!!”, a reference to Stings famous catchphrase, “Ah!!!!!”, but this time rogue added on the last 2 exclamation marks, showing a clear understanding of eachothers speech patterns and mannerisms.

In conclusion, Sting and Rogue are the love of eachothers life, which has been clearly seen throughout the Manga, Anime and Game (s)(?) If you have yet to be convinced by this essay, then I thoroughly recommend you to reread the essay if you aren’t. but if you have been convinced, congratulations, you are officially a stingue shipper, welcome to the club, no, the family. I myself am an honorary member of  the fairy tail community, according to a friend of mine, so I’m qualified to tell you that you will fit right in.

(There was another point to be made about some random person drawing art of the two of them looking at eachothers balls and blushing, but they were mere amateurs without proper understanding of fairy tail as a franchise, so I left it out.)

[svartalfhild]

Even more thoughts!

Emmrich has officially stolen my Rook's heart. Sorry, Lucanis, you had a good run, but your game just wasn't quite as effective on me as Emmrich's was.

This is fine, though, because my lowkey shipping of Lucanis with Neve got major vindication.

10,000 years of shame for Illario. Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $100. What a dumbass.

Idk what happens if you save Minrathous, but if you don't, Neve's final confrontation with her personal villain is, uh...well, let's just say I'm a bit worried for her. Woof.

Worms! (if you know, you know)

Been lusting after Myrna's robe and I thought I finally found it, but it turns out it's a pants version that's basically the Mourn Watch starter outfit with a coat. I hate those pants so much. I just want that cool ass coat but alas the clothes underneath are awful.

Not sure how I feel about Shathann getting character development at the last second, but man, I feel so bad for Taash.

Harding and Taash are very cute together.

I didn't expect Harding to be the one to cancel the old man for romancing Rook. Davrin's reaction to the news is hilarious, though.

The Lucanis and Davrin drunk scene is priceless.

Crying big ugly tears for Bellara.

MANFRED!!! BIGGER, UGLIER TEARS FOR MY SON!!!!

Harding's banters with Lucanis about dreaming are so funny and often relatable.

The choice at the end of Emmrich's arc is heinous. Thanks, BioWare. I will never recover.

Never over the fact that the Veilguard has a book club. Love these nerds.

"I think we're out of onions. Again." XDDDD

I love how between banters with Neve and a codex entry about Manfred, it's pretty clear that Lucanis is a Union Man, or should I say Guild Man. He is all about fair compensation for labor. I know this isn't necessarily surprising, since he's a guild assassin, but I'm very much enjoying the fact that it comes up in game.

I support Bellara and her writing aspirations.

Lmao, Rest In Annoyance, Johanna. Enjoy watching/listening to Emmrich woo his girlfriend and not being able to leave. Enjoy Manfred routinely walking up to you to (in his own way) call you a nasty bitch.

Also love the banter where Emmrich's like "Why the FUCK did you think it was a good idea to build a mech, Johanna???"

Highly recommend bringing Lucanis/Neve and Taash/Harding along for each other's personal quests if they're together or even just at the flirting stage, because you get good shippy stuff.

Earning Solas' respect is so satisfying. That's right, experience growth, bitch!

Haven't done Davrin's big final arc quest yet, but I'm fully prepared to get emotional, given how things went with everyone else's arcs.

Some fun DATV things I'm experiencing:

Playing as female Rook makes the first few quests until you get Lucanis very Girls Night, which I really started to notice after a friend pointed it out and she is so right.

Neve is bestie.

Lucanis' intro cinematic made me feel so attacked. That shit was so my brand lol.

Lucanis and Neve's banter is hilarious and if I don't romance Lucanis I may end up shipping him with Neve.

Did Bellara's first personal quest and almost cried. Hit me a little close to home.

Neve's hangout quest was delightful. I want to chat and snack and walk around with her all day.

Neve and Bellara's developing friendship is so fun. I want to see a scene where Lucanis gets involved in their cooking adventures.

Shopping and getting coffee with Lucanis was like Oh No He's Thoughtful And Charming And I'm Weak.

Chose Lucanis over Neve in that one decision that made me want to scream and now she's hardened and I'm so sorry bestie I was thinking of the defenseless people and I will never be okay again.

Varric playing mentor to Rook got me right where it hurts. He's there for when you need an adultier adult to tell you that you're doing okay and that he's proud if you. I cry forever.

Assan and Manfred are my SONS and I LOVE THEM and I make the most ridiculous noises when they are on screen. THEY ARE SUCH GOOD BOYS.

The quest to acquire Emmrich is fucking delightful if you're a nice Mourn Watcher and you bring Bellara along. Just three huge nerds enjoying each other's company while doing dangerous shit.

Davrin and Emmrich's banter is like two dad's comparing notes.

As a Watcher, Myrna kinda feels like my mentor-mom, which is funny.

More thoughts to come. Just wanted to scribble down a few things so far for the people to let y'all know I'm having a fucking blast.