#I promise I’ll get to them im so excited :D

[walkman-cat]

so what if i redesigned my detective noir davey design

… slightly

notes and references below:

unlike kath, most of davey’s clothes were not obtained in 1926/1927 (davey’s of a different class so ofc he wouldn’t be able to afford the latest fashion)

he’s still somehow somewhat fashionable (ish)— he’s got wide cut trousers (indicative of the late 20s) and he wears a sweater vest (very popular, especially among young men)

his ima knitted the sweater vest for him (he’d bought one with pockets in and wore it until it literally fell apart, the one he wears was a birthday present)

sarah sewed the pockets onto the shirt he’s wearing (which i referenced from an advert from 1929, but we ignore my slight anachronisms) (she’s also sewed extra pockets into his coat)

the coat he’s wearing is a trench-style ulster coat (popularised in the early-mid 20s)— it was his father’s originally, and is not in the best shape. the lining is worn thin and patched over with some old shirts; there are patches on the elbows and a hole in one of the pockets; some of the seams have started to come undone; the lapels are worn thin from davey constantly rubbing them (stim!!)

it’s also slightly too big for him.

HOWEVER he loves his coat very very much, he likes the weight and texture of the fabric

he would be wearing suspenders over his shirt but i wanted to show the pockets and uh. forgot to draw them (oops)

he has so so many pockets to keep all the things

his shoes are boots!

his clothes are mostly hand-me-downs or were acquired secondhand, he hesitates to buy new clothes (why would he need new ones when he already has the ones he owns, unfamiliarity, texture, etc)

patches are corduroy (probably from some old trousers)

he does have a proper Suit for when he has to attend fancy events (usually because of kath)

[alexa-fika]

okay hold up I just a.. unique idea

Im rewatching OP and im at sabody arc, n Laffy jist knocked the shit outta the noble

Idk who to ask this for but id love to see how'd you'd write a character reacticing to a noble trynna BUY child reader..

Or perhaps how mihawk would react with them trynna buy winged!child!reader?? IDK IT JIST SPROUTED

Do with as you will👹

Embracing Feelings and Family (Rayleigh x gn!winged!child!reader)

A/N: Not sure how to feel about this one., I think is really mid, maybe it’s just because of the dark nature of the piece itself but idk. I think this goes without saying based on the request but beware of the dark undertones of this piece as it portrays human slavery and auctioning. I couldn’t come up with something for mihawk so I went with our favorite grandpa

Dividers by @/saradika

“Up next, we have ourselves a true rarity! This one will blow your minds; we have a winged child! You can fly it around as you want or even have them carry you around the skies! They can even deliver you special things in a fraction of a time!” The announcer enthusiastically explained

“Let us start the bid at 10 Million Berry! Who offers 10 Million Berry?!”

“Let me go, you Jerks! Im not an item!” The child growls, banging on the cage’s bars

Charlos awes childishly before throwing out the first bid

“It’s a big Bird! It’s a Big Bird! 50 million Berry!” He yelled out joyfully before waving happily to the child in the cage

“Grandpa will get you all! Grandpa will save me, you gross creeps!”

The bidders ignore the child’s threats, continuing to bid

“60 million!” A man in the back screams

“80 million!” Another man hollers back

“I’ll do 800 million!” Charlos shouts back while waving his arms frantically in the air excitedly

“D-Does somebody bid any higher?”

“800 million….” “Awe, man, I was excited to have it too!” The crowd mutters

“Going in 3!

Going in 2!

Going in 1!

Sold!

The winged child goes to Saint Charlos for 800 million berry!”

Reader screams as they open the door to their cage and begin pulling on the chains, trying to pull them out and take him toward Charlos.

“Don’t touch me!” They sneered, throwing a kick toward the handler that was closest to them

The handler dodges out of the way and gives them a look.

“Rude little one, don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” The handler growls

“You have just been bought for a very generous amount of money for no one less than a Saint himself! A nobody like you should be Grateful!” They turn towards The Saint and bow

“A-Apologies for its insolence Saint Charlos; if I may, I’ll gladly teach it some manners for you; no need to trouble someone of your status to teach slaves some tricks.”

Charlos groans, sticking his finger in his nose.

“Could you hurry it up? I want to fly it!”

“Yes, Yes, of course; im sure you must be extremely busy, Saint Charlos. I promise not to take more time than is needed!” they assure him, turning around towards the child

“Now come here, you stupid brat,” they growl, raising a baton towards them.

“You will learn to listen!" the exclaim, bringing the baton down, but instead of receiving a blow, the man before them falls to the ground, knocked unconscious.

Reader sighs with relief when the man falls to the ground, the people in the auctioning house following the familiar pattern they have come to expect from their grandpa’s powerful Haki

“Grandpa!�� They say, trying to flutter their way to Rayleigh but are cut short due to the chains binding them, causing them to plummet to the ground

“Ow”

“Geez, Reader.”

Rayleigh sighs calmly as he wrenches the chains from them easily, not paying any mind to the explosions that followed once they were removed.

“You seem to be able to get yourself in all kinds of trouble,” He says calmly as he sets the child back down

“Haven’t I told you not to get near this place and much less showing off those wings of yours?”

“What was it this time?” He asks as he looks them over for injuries

“I tried to fly higher…but a wind current caught me, and I couldn’t get myself out from it; it dragged me here, and they brought me here.”

“A wind current?” Rayleigh asks curiously

“One strong enough to drag even you, that’s pretty surprising, to say the least,” He says as he continues to look them over

“Are you alright? Have you sustained any injuries?”

“Im okay.”

“Alright, good to know,” He says as he scoops them up and leaves the wretched place.

“That must have been scary, huh? Im sorry it took me so long to get there; my body doesn’t move the way I want to anymore.”

“I wasn’t scared,” they mutter

“It’s okay, you know.”

“What?”

“To be scared for one’s life from time to time it’s not something one should be ashamed to admit; it doesn’t make us any less brave; you have the right to be scared, just as much as you have the right to be brave.”

“Your feelings are real; you shouldn’t deny them,” He says as he continues to carry them

They stare at him as their eyes begin to water

He smiles gently

“Just let it out, Reader; no one will think less of you for being scared.”

They hug him tighter, diving their head in his shirt as sobs start escaping them

“T-They kept calling me ‘it,’ they kept saying how they would fly me around like I was a kite,” they sob

He ran his fingers through their hair while he let them continue to cry, hugging them back tightly as he did.

He couldn’t help the anger he felt rising when thinking about what had happened inside the auction house

He rubs their back gently as he continues to walk

“Nothing that they told you in it is true; Reader, do not listen to their words; you are invaluable and your own person, not someone to be owned,” He says

“I -I know b-but the way they said it, they meant it, Grandpa; I was nothing but an item for them to use in their eyes.”

He pulls them a bit more tightly as he did

"I know, some people are like that, wretched beings who enjoy stepping in other people and causing them misery simply because they can."

“You are someone special to me; always remember that; you are the biggest treasure for me and your grandmother,” He says gently as they rub their back

"Now what do you say we go back to the shack and ask Grandma to make you your favorite drink?" they offer, chuckling when they feel the child nooding

"Can we add extra chocolate to it?"

"Anything you want, Reader," he smiles, knowing that it would take a long time and effort to build their confidence and sense of security back to where it was after everything that had happened, but they would get there together.

Ya’ll I have summoned my choice wheels to do some platonic!reader x character, not child reader, normal age reader but still platonic 👀 Had to fight to find some good roulettes.

Taglist

@imaginarydreams

[via-l0ve]

haiii im super excited for christmas and i was wondering if you could write the guys x reader who is just so excited for christmas ^_^

Christmas!! (SPN pref!)🩷

a/n: this is SOO LATE. i’m so sorry. i’m back. i promise

warnings: nothing :)

Dean:

i firmly believe that dean isn’t too crazy about christmas

john never really made it out to be a big deal and he never got presents because john was a bad father

he was also constantly watching sam so he didn’t really get the experience that other kids got :(

but when Dean sees how you decorate the bunker and boy matching pj’s for both of you, he feels like how he’s always imagined to feel during christmas.

he feels warm, happy.

he frosts cookies with you and dosent ever take off the pj pants unless he gets frosting on them

he’s just so happy to have a real christmas with his love <3

—

Sam:

Sam acts like he dosent care, but he is so happy

“what are you doing? it’s midnight.”

“i’m decorating the tree! :D”

“…i’ll put the star at the top.”

he watches all the movies with you and tells you historical lore

you just make him so happy

—

Castiel:

cas is so excited just like you

he’s practically bouncing off the walls

he watches all the movies with you

he really likes frosty

he also loves to go outside and make igloos and snowmen

he makes you guys as snow people

like what’s that’s so cute.

[siltyriver]

Justice is Swift (Vengeance is Sweet) — Ch.2 Shitposts/Teasers

master post || <- ch.1 memes || ch.2

ch.2 memes without context in honor of the upcoming update of jisvis ;)

Bernard: Yeah we have another boyfriend, he’s the best and we love him very much! :D

Danny, very used to poly trios and the chaos they bring: Well fuck.

Tim and Bernerd, distraught but ready to throw hands: How the fuck is the cute twink homophobic this is such a tragedy

Danny, finally realizing what he said: WAIT NO IM GAY TOO AND MY FRIENDS ARE POLY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IM JUST INSANELY SINGLE AND LONELY IM NOT AN ASSHOLE I PROMISE LOOK AT THEM THEYRE MY PRIDE AND JOY IM SO SO CHILL WITH YOU HAVING ANOTHER BOYFRIEND AND WHEN CAN I MEET HIM—

Bernard and Tim: Oh he’s just a dumbass that’s fine

—

Danny: Yeah you guys would love my friends! I’ll have to introduce you all when they visit!

Danny, thinking about Tucker and Tim in the same room with unlimited access to Wayne Tech: … Wait.

Danny, realizing that Conner and Sam would find a way to start a campus wide protest over something despite neither being students: ACtually—

Danny, realizing that Bernard and Val would be no help because they are enablers and enjoy seeing their partners cause chaos: Fuck.

Danny: Yeah, I take it back, you guys are never allowed to meet. Ever.

—

Danny: sends selfie with tim drake to tucker lol he’s going to shit himself

Tucker, receiving said message: Oh my God I just shit myself

—

Tim: What the fuck is that?

Danny: My phone?

Tim *grabby hands*: Please I must see

Danny: Oh Tucker is going to be so fucking happy

—

Bruce, seeing a black haired blue eyed child with parental issues and a heroic drive: Alfred get the adoption papers ready please

Jazz, getting ready to start biting: Hands off you bastard I raised that child and I will shove those papers so far up your ass—

—

Sam: Look what you did, Danny.

Sam, gesturing to Tucker catatonic on the ground: You fucked up a perfectly good nerd.

Danny: He was like that when you got him.

—

Tim: If you’re going to crash my interrogation at least stay quiet?

Jason: Can we do it in his apartment?

Tim: Why?

Jason: hiding the takeout container behind his back Uh, less chance of him running?

Tim: … Fine.

Jason, excited to have a reason to be at his crush’s apartment: *fist pumping*

—

Jason: Blatantly flirting with Danny in the middle of Tim’s very important investigation

Tim: No! He was my friend first, back off!

Jason: But he’s cute!

Danny: You think I’m cute? :’D

Tim: Fuck, he’s fallen for the trap already.

[blank-house]

allloo!! i was wondering about if some scenes are kinda like randomized?? like i noticed when i played through the game for a second time i ended up winning the volleyball game compared to the first time i played where i lost, just wondering if it’s different every time or something! :D

im also curious to know if over time the boys affection towards us grows as we continue playing or do we kinda decide what they feel towards us at like the beginning of the season? or if da boys feelings towards us depends on what we choose to feel about them?

(im really sorry if i explained it badly, i still need to improve my english some more.. :<... also sorry if you guys already answered this question before)

also hope the entire team is well! you guys are amazing! <3

Allllooo!!! Thanks for the kind words there pal! We are doing our damn best rn haha (also you explained great! So don’t worry ^^)

As for your questions— in the oto jam demo yup it’s randomized! We’ve mentioned it before buuuut we simply ran out of time to implement the QTE section I wanted ahahaaaa In the extended demo you’ll have more control of the situation though so you can actually win or fail the scavenger hunt based on those QTEs!

For your second question, the guys’ feelings will grow! Sooo players won’t get to decide how the guys will feel, andddd it’s totally independent from how your characters feels toward them! We might’ve shot ourselves in the foot with this one but I’m one happy camper seeing the variations in our scripts so far. So hope you guys enjoy them!

Speakinggg offff I’ll take this opportunity to say to keep an eye out for an announcements of sorts next month! We can’t promise you guys the demo at the start of the month like I had hoped but you guys will be able to get it before the summer starts. We’re starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel with the art assets and I’m both excited and nervous to heck lmao

[ajdrawshq]

my finger slipped and hit the fwickin send button weh

our prediction is that act ii ends when Frin faces and dies to the king of sadboy losers, and that act iii ends where sasasaap ends after beating him for the first time.

i personally wish i had thought to convince Goggles to play isat andplayedviddygames without playing the prologue, if only because knowing the rough shape of the next act and a half out a tiny hole in the tension balloon and only the promise of future mystery is keeping our head in the game

(seven acts? the king is clearly an anchor of some sorts so he isn’t unimportant but he clearly isn’t the endgame?? and then there’s loop who wasn’t even in the professionallogue…)

anyway, if you want to watch kayzero reactions (to isat, the start again vods isn’t my first time playing the prologue) and amateur voice acting (i love my rendition of the bathroom freakout it’s phenomenal) the vods are getting uploaded and i have a playlist I can link you.

this has been Kay’s Week 5 ISAT Check In~ presented to my friend aj~ here’s a question though—what would your craft type be? Rock Paper or Scissors? (will there eventually be enough information about all three of them to say definitively which one i would be? if not i’ll just have to make a character sheet as if i’m in the game.)

first of all: YESSSS im so excited to see u theorize n speculate on this stuff as u go :3c and those are verrry interesting predictions indeed.... who knows!! ALSO "THE KING OF SADBOY LOSERS"..... YEAH.....

i can definitely see what u mean on wanting to play isat before the prologue.. im not gonna say much else on that, so as to not add onto any potential spoilers u may or may not have gotten that way, but i will say that theres merit in playing it both with and without having played the prologue!! i played sasasap afterwards personally so i Was completely blind going in, but i love seeing the differences in gameplay, what everyones characterization and dynamics used to be like, among other things.. and of course comparing it with everything that was added in isat!! which is a Lot!! its fun to think about :3

as for the acts.. yknow what im not even gonna tell u if ur right or not abt the number. and the rest of that as well of course ksbxksj after all, the more mystery there is, the more fun youll have!! teehee~

I ABSOLUTELY WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT PLAYLIST THO :D god i love the Epic Bathroom Breakdown scene in sasasap its so . ougghgh (affectionate)

anddddd my craft type huh.. i wanna say scissors!! but that might be biased bc most of my favs just happen to be the scissors types . maybe paper if thats the case.. AND tbh i cant say for sure?? i remember there being more than one scene or bit of dialogue that lists some traits but..... yea u may want to make that character sheet kxbskcbjs

OH AND ONE LAST THING. are u both open to receiving any kind of hints for a secret and super missable thing . whetherit be super vague or telling u how to see the thing. and if not would u like a piece of advice that tells u practically nothing but may help in the long run (both for this reason and just in general tbh)

[princessasmosprincess]

IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG ON THIS !!! i finished the mermaid splash playlist, it is actually in story order so just to make sure it matches up well, i’ll kind of summarise each song to each bit of the story?

mermaid splash- the soundtrack~

the sleeping beauty (suite)- begin chapter i; introduction of the story until asmodeus swims to shore, spotting the human in the boat.

the streets of belgrade- as asmodeus watches and eventually approaches the boat, trying his best to entice the human but failing / him returning the next day and dreamily watching until…

nocturne in d-flat major “un rêve”- as the storm begins and worsens, almost drowning the human and knocking asmodeus against the boat until he can get them safely to shore. end chapter i.

siren sounds waltz- as asmodeus asks questions to his brothers and is denied until he can work up the courage to approach the old sea wizard.

suspicion- as asmodeus goes through with the wizard’s plans and makes his pact, gaining his legs and being thrown onto shore. end chapter ii.

archangel michael- begin chapter iii; as the human finds asmodeus washed up on shore and tries to get him to wake up.

a lady- as asmodeus finally wakes up, seeing the sweet human who helps him up and covers him and carries him inside.

symphony no. 6 in b minor- asmodeus is introduced to barbatos and luke, who begin preparations for his stay as mc gives asmodeus the notebook and takes him to his new bedroom.

salut d’amour, op. 12- what barbatos plays on the violin as mc asks asmodeus if he knows how to dance, who had come downstairs from hearing the music.

midnight waltz- the song that barbatos plays when requested of a song for dancing, a dance shared between asmodeus and mc before they attend dinner.

3 ecoissaises, op. 72- as asmodeus admired himself in his room and twirled with excitement.

nocturne no. 3 in a major- sitting at his new vanity and playing with his hair, rummaging through closets, finally falling asleep at almost dawn and doing the same as the night before the next day. end chapter iii.

l’ autre valse d’amélie- begin chapter iv; as barbatos takes the two into town, asmo terrified of the bumpy roads and holding the shopping basket and receiving his hairpin.

3 ecoissaises, op. 72, no. 3- as asmodeus and mc dance in the town before mc and luke dance for a bit, asmodeus excitedly watching until simeon approaches.

terrifié- as simeon introduced himself to mc and obviously wins their favor, bringing a wave of jealousy over asmodeus. especially when they run into him in multiple outings, such as the opera after barbatos’ encouragement.

un amour impossible- as mc spends more time with simeon and less with asmodeus, until they bring him out into the water, promising they hadn’t forgotten him. end chapter iv.

slavonic dances, op. 72- begin chapter v; mc and asmodeus attend simeon’s birthday party, unfortunately leading to their and his engagement after three long days of celebration, leaving asmo alone, hardly seeing them at all.

nocturne no. 4 in d major- as asmodeus gives mc his pearl necklace, insisting it’s a wedding gift even though he’s devastated to be giving them away to simeon.

song on the beach/ photograph- mc wakes up i’ll with nerves, while asmodeus is preparing for his death, knowing the last time he’d see them was in simeon’s arms. as he visits the beach, he finally sees his brothers and learns that lucifer has taken his place with the wizard.

habanera in f minor- asmodeus leaves his brothers on the beach, going to mc’s room to go through with their murder as his only hope to ever speak or see his family again. but he can’t do it. he’s sobbing when they wake up, bringing him into their arms and singing until he falls asleep. end chapter v.

luna, amore e no, version 2- begin chapter vi; as asmodeus wakes up in mc’s arms, he learns that he can speak again and is assured that mc is giving their heart to him instead, beginning his happy ending with his beloved mc as he can finally say “i love you”. end chapter vi.

so this is love- begin epilogue; asmodeus has come clean of his life and returns to see his brothers on the shore, who cheer as they greet him and meet mc and mc and simeon’s wedding was called off, allowing asmodeus and mc to marry and live a happy rest of their lives together.

fairytale- just an overall that i didn’t want to exclude from the story, even if it doesn’t have a specific passage or moment to accompany it.

the end.

again, i’m so sorry this took so long hon! i had meant for it to be like three days but i compiled a bunch of songs, then never reread to put them in chronological order and finally got to it last night, so i hope that it’s to your liking and fits your vision for the story!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

You can't tell over text but I am smiling so big right now. I just finished listening to your playlist and all of your song choices fit so well! You really captured Asmo's adorableness, contrasted with his turbulent emotions later in the story. My vision is so clear in the music you chose, it's almost scary lol.

AHHHH I adore everything about this playlist, it's so detailed with your descriptions. Me and Asmo are both giving you forehead kisses ♡♡♡

Thank you again, I'd definitely recommend this for anyone who reads Mermaid Splash ♡ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"

[roseheartss]

hello i saw your post about the fic idea and i just wanted to say that i think you should write it! i think i can speak for nearly every writer going in this fandom when i say that a lot of us also feel that our writing skills aren't good enough for the ideas we have. it can be really frustrating when you have an amazing idea but you feel that you won't be able to follow through with it the way that you want to.

the key is to just write anyway. even if you think what you are writing is horrible just write the story you want to write. you can go back and edit and rewrite as many times as you want. you can spend as long as you want trying to get things the way you want them to be so its really not a big deal what the first draft looks like.

also im sure that there are a lot of people who would be willing to offer advice or read over anything or help in any way, we have some incredibly nice people in the community and the majority of them only bite when asked dhbfjhdgb.

but remember there is absolutely no pressure for you to write it and even if you do write it you dont have to post it if you dont want to its literally all up to you what you decide to do with the idea and there are no wrong ways to go about it.

if you do decide to write the fic i am looking forward to reading it! just from the concept alone i am already interested excited to see where you take it.

i hope you're having a good day/night and i hope that what i've said makes sense lmao i am very bad with words.

:]

you’re going to make me CRY oh my god /pos

I’m definitely going to at least make an attempt at it. I mean, i’ll never be able to write the concept if I don’t make that first attempt, right? I think I’ll keep a backup of what I already have just in case things go really wrong along the way, but I’ve been thinking about this all day and really want to make it work

this fandom will never not blow me away with how incredibly nice, amazing, and talented everyone is. genuinely the sweetest community I’ve ever had the pleasure of being a part of. I definitely needed these words of encouragement, so thank you.

I’m not the best at conveying what I’m feeling so i hope im not coming off in any lackluster way. you’ve genuinely left me speechless. I appreciate you saying all of this more than i can explain.

I hope you’re having a good day/night too :) we can be bad at our words together lol :D (though you did make perfect sense. promise <3)

[kirby-avoided]

today was shit fullstop, but there were some highlights

1. ramen, thank you to Food Bank (@calypsomm) who feed the Orphans (three of us collectively rationing ramen SOUP). imagine 3 year twelve students huddled around this one cup of instant ramen and just rationing out THE SOUP (and some noodles but i mainly ate that LMAOO)

2. him :D just being around him makes me happier and his puppies are literally adorable although the youngest one is very jumpy and i've never had a pet so i dont know how to interact with them except give them too much attention and panic when they jump on me

on the topic of him, i gave him a christmas present (needed) at christmas because his phone was always dying - take a guess what it is - but he tells me he loved it and i didnt really expect anything back because my past relationships were SHIT and i was always putting more effort in the relationship than the other party, but we were cuddling and talking abt valentines day (thats in literally 7 days so exciting! i have a surprise planned but it means early ass start to the day AGAIN) but then the conversation moved to the christmas and he was like "i guess since its been ages since christmas i'll tell you what your gift was" and i looked so confused and then remembered he was getting me a birthday and christmas (combined) and omg i love this idiot SO SO MUCH

HES BOUGHT A HOWL AND SOPHIE RING FROM HOWLS MOVING CASTLE FOR BOTH OF US (hopefully it fits cause i have zero idea cause my fingers are SAUSAGES - if it doesnt work i’ll put it on a necklace or something but 🥹)

i bugged him about promise rings for our one year last year (holy shit the two year is coming up) and he brushed it off because he wasnt sure if he would be able to wear it without being made fun of (because jewellery isnt really his thing and etc etc). i didnt press it because i couldnt find any promise rings that weren't flashy but also ones that werent tacky because all of them were just horrible if it was plain. so i left it and was just gonna wait until he proprosed (🙄) but thats literally so cute i love this man so much 🥹

if he ever breaks up with me i may literally just be so distraught that i will crumple inside and proceed to crumple on the outside too

oh wait back to valentines day

anyways im gonna get him such a cute surprise he loves white tulips so guess what :D

he says hes got a surprise too so im curious but i'll leave the ✨Valentines Day Special✨ for the 14th haha

- kirby_void 7th Feb 2023

after writing this log, i feel significantly better and more awake, onto homework

[little-lightning-lavellan]

Fic Writers Round-Up: 2022! 🖊️

Oooohohohoho let’s do some number crunching, shall we?? I was tagged by @pikapeppa and @noire-pandora (who are both incredible and you should read all of their works this is a threat I am threatening you :))) ) and I’m going to go ahead and tag my lovelies @because-im-hap-hap @rosella-writes @dreadfutures @bogunicorn @melisusthewee @jellydishes @effelants @emerald-amidst-gold​ & @bluedwarfed​! 

Might want to click the image to be able to see it better; I did realize how compressed it would get... oops! ^_^”

🖊️ New Things I Tried 🖊️

Started off the year strong with posting alien smut for the first time in Haunted by One Another! Inquisitor/Nizana have been an OTP of mine within different Star Wars RP groups for a hot minute (like, literal years a hot minute) so it was about time I actually got to writing about them and their dynamic.

And of course I started with smut because I’m a simple being at the end of the day, but also because they have a very base relationship that starts out as just Enemies With ‘Bennies. They’re kinda sorta real toxic, but I like to think even their smut speaks a lot for their dynamic and I had a lot of fun writing it. 💖 

🖊️ Fic I Spent the Most Time On 🖊️

Its Dueteragony.

You know its Dueteragony, I know its Dueteragony, we can all go home now.

But, seriously, everyone here knows Dueteragony is my baby, and even though I didn’t get to work on it this year as much as I did last year, I think the overall quality of the writing was significantly higher. I may not have put out as much but I really think I’ve grown as a writer and I’m really happy about that. I’m still learning a lot and that’s really exciting!

🖊️ Favorite Thing I Wrote 🖊️

Its a pretty short piece, but Within you lies the Best of Us is definitely up there. There were moments in basically everything I wrote that made me super happy this year, but being able to gleefully wait for your friend to realize that your friend has received a gift fic HITS DIFFERENT.

Nothing feels better than the unadulterated rat screaming, I swear on me mum. 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖

🖊️ Writing Goals for Next Year 🖊️

ALRIGHTY, SO...

• Get Dueteragony mostly finished (I really want a good chunk of that bad boy done prior to Dreadwolf, if all of it. Though, I do accept that parts of the last fifth of the story may have to be tweaked depending on the events of Dreadwolf. I HAVE PLANS, I HAVE CHARTS, I HAVE SO MANY SPREADSHEETS.)

• Write a sequel to Haunted by One Another. I really want to post more of the Inquisitor and Nizana’s relationship, how they went from Enemies to Lovers, and also just... write more fun smut between those two losers. I’m currently working on a direct sequel, but I also want to do a prequel, and maybe some oneshots. I’ll most likely end up making a little series grouping for them and shove them all in there for ease of organization rigiuerbgierb

• Actually start that ding dang What If fic I was going to do of Felassan and Mellan that I promised @because-im-hap-hap​ and @rosella-writes​ I was going to do.

• Actually finish the draft and post the WandaVision AU fic of Solas and Mellan that I promised basically everyone I know that I would do--

• Finish the Solas in heat smut that I also promised I’d finish I’m so sorry everyone my goals should just be “finish your pile of WIPs you savage...”

This was a ton of fun and a really interesting way to look at all the things I’ve done this year. ^_^ It’ll really be fun to see what next year brings as well!! :D

Lots of love! 💖

[chocum]

ONLYFANS !

— helping them with their onlyfans feat. choso kamo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro

WARNINGS. femreader(she/her), recording, hand job, msub, femdom, ruined org, cock slap, public sex, namis an exhabitionist, mean dom nami, bisexual toji, mean dom toji, squirting, wc. note hiii hiiii im on a writing high and i plan to take advantage of it while it lasts. ty guys sm for all the support!!! i’m surprised so many of you guys actually enjoy my writing cries. anyways! feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated!! ty and enjoy my pretties.

CHOSO KAMO / @THECHOSOKAM (TOP 2.5%) specializes in msub content ranging from overstimulating himself with his favorite toys to collabs with femdom creators

“EVENING EDGING SESSION WITH MY HORNY ROOMMATE”

choso was very open to you about his career.

of course, at first, he was nervous to bring it up to you because of its nature, but you were very accepting. before you signed the lease and officially became his roommate, he set some boundaries for recording to ensure you were comfortable.

he never recorded his collabs at the apartment in respect of you, acknowledging how awkward it would be. but late at night, when he thought you were asleep, you could always hear him making his solo content. hear how he’d beg and beg so desperately for permission, promising to be a good boy, hear the sinful squelching of his drooling cock when he lazily fucked his tight fist whimpering, “wish you were here taking care of me”

so naturally, you got curious and checked it out for yourself. god, were you surprised. he looked so pretty. his pale bare skin flushing delicate pinks when he was touched and edged how he liked. so, so needy and slutty, always drooling and whimpering for the camera.

he ended up asking for your help one day because the person he was supposed to collab with “canceled” and he needed to get a video out that week. he went into your room so hard, cock tugging and pulling at his sweats before he even asked, so you found his reason hard to believe

but, of course, you agreed to help! that’s what friends are for.

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after flicking on the camera, choso quickly shuffles to where you’re sat pretty on his bed, pink plastered all over his soft, puffy cheeks.

there are a few seconds of empty silence, his fan humming disturbingly in the background before he swallows, parting his puffy lips to start introducing you, but really, there’s no need for that.

you interrupt him, telling him to “sit” pointing in between the fat of your parted thighs before hooking them around his to keep him nice and spread for you, your ankles sinking into his mattress— digging your chin into his shoulder to watch just how messy his pretty cock gets.

choso dryly laughs out an “eager?” to cover up the cute little whine that tumbles past his lips when you start to nibble on his slender neck, inhaling his musky smell.

and yeah, you were. after watching, hearing him who wouldn’t be?

his tease prompts a hum as you reach over to grab at the hem of his loose shirt, tearing it off to reveal his washboard abs, “you seem more excited though, cho. look at you”

the print on his pants keeps growing and growing, your palm lightly grazing his thick bulge slowly while you lick the lobe of his sensitive ear, making warmth spread across his tummy.

“fu- fuck, please d-”

your right hand moves to slap over his mouth, “so noisy” but you smile, lifting the corners of your lips, when you feel him warmly lap at your palm “be quiet, yeah? i’ll make you feel good, so just sit pretty f’me”

choso has been dying for you to fuck him since you first moved in— eyeing you on the walk from the shower to your room, praying your loosely wrapped towel would just fall, touching himself to the thought of you choking around his thick cock, having to cut out so much footage from his videos because he keeps moaning your fucking name.

his cock slaps against his chest so greedily with a soft pat when you push off stretchy hem of his pants, “‘m so- m hard for you” choso sighs, tip already leaking down his length.

you meanly circle your finger around his head— making his hips jerk up, before moving the hand he’s been drooling all over like a dumb mutt to wrap around his cock.

and he throbs in your grasp, pretty whimpers slipping past his puffy lips, looking up to make eye contact with the camera— his mouth slightly open, heart eyes low-lidded like a picture-perfect slut, the prettiest to ever do it.

his sticky pre-cum drips so much more with every quick flick of your wrist, slickening your palms alongside his watery spit. fucking into your fist, he’s so close already, so so close, “feels so good, shi- shit im gonna cum”

“yeah? gonna cum for me?”

he’s nodding feverishly, his back arching against your chest so prettily. but you know what he likes, what his followers are there for. so you pull off, watching the way his cock twitches, hips bucking up into the air, and oh-

oh, he’s cumming untouched, thin ropes of opaque white spraying all over his heaving chest. his head slumps forward, his shoulders caving in. he’s hiding himself, embarrassment crawling over his face.

“fu- hah, i didn’t m-“

you just tut, slapping at his sensitive cock, making him flinch, tearing a filthy dragged-out moan from him. “who said you could cum?”

RESULT: 🗨️ 873 ♡ 79K

KENTO NANAMI / @YOURPERVYBOSS (TOP 2%) never shows his face. he records from the neck down usually sporting a freshly pressed suit. sometimes, he writes nsfw scripts in his free time.

“SLUTTY SECRETARY GETS POUNDED BY BOSS”

your boss, nanami was a very quiet, private man. he would come in the morning, have a short meeting with the staff, then excuse himself to his office for the rest of the day. seeing him on the floor was rare— you and your coworkers even made a game out of it: whoever saw him first would get a free meal the next time you all went out.

so when you stumbled in on him jerking off in the family restroom, phone set up again on the sink with his suit pants just barely pushed down to free his cock, you didn’t know how to react.

your mouth just fell open, eyes growing wide before he rushed to cover himself up. he apologized profusely and all you could do was nod, still in shock.

later that night, on twitter, you saw him in a video captioned “getting caught”

next thing you knew you were conversing through dms about the possibility of making content together.

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“sir please” your begging is muffled around nanami’s thick fingers— they’re shoved knuckles deep in your mouth because “you’re too fucking loud” yours curved, skin stretching around the edge of the sink as he fucks into you.

your eyes keep darting from his phone, where you watch yourself get ruined from the back, your makeup running, hair mussed, button-up top ripped open revealing your pretty tits, to the restroom door which he left unlocked— purposefully because the thought of someone walking in makes his cock fucking throb.

you can’t deny it turns you on too with how your pussy leaks around him so messily— creamy rings of white hugging the base of his cock, strings of your slick connecting him to your ass every time he slides out before pushing back into your greedy pussy, leaking all over his suit.

he grunts when you squeeze around him at the sound of someone nearing the bathroom. your heart rate speeding up, but fuck, he’s hitting that spongy spot so perfectly with his pretty mushroom tip you feel your fears, forcefully leaving you with every deep stroke, getting replaced with the carnal need to be full of him.

“what a fucking whore. look at you” nanami’s hand moves to clench at the hinge of your jaw, forcing you to look at the mirror, “begging your boss to fuck you, how fucking filthy. play with that clit, wanna feel it”

you whine at his dirty, dirty, mean words, before obediently moving your little fingers to rub soft circles into your nubby clit, and he’s groaning in your ear at how you’re milking him for all he’s worth.

then there’s a knock at the door— you freeze. blood rushing to your head, but nanami doesn’t care, no. he just grabs a fist full of your hair before pulling you to his chest. “just because there’s an audience doesn’t mean you fucking stop”

RESULT: 🗨️ 376 ♡ 54k

TOJI FUSHIGURO / @XGTOJI (TOP 1%) is a fan favorite because of how nasty and rough he gets. records himself fucking various other creators and fans— men and women.

“CUTE FAN SQUIRTS AND BEGS ME TO CUM DEEP IN HER PUSSY”

you have been a big fan of toji for some time now. liking every post, even retweeting, commenting how badly you wanted him inside you. albeit jokingly, toji couldn’t help but notice you.

he thought your loyalty was cute and deserving of a reward. he fucked fans all the time, which aided in his popularity because people felt they had a chance, but you never expected it to be you.

after commenting on his newest post for the nth time, he dmed you, “let me fuck you as thanks for all the support over the years”

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“‘s to- too much, oh my god”

toji barks out a laugh, his chest rumbling as he bullies his cock deeper and deeper into your weeping hole— his previous loads oozing out, dripping down his heavy balls, slapping against your clit with every fluid roll of his hips, “god?”

“your god’s not gonna help you, bun. fucking take it. been wanting it for so long now you’re tryna run”

which, he’s right. you’ve fantasized about him fucking you so many times with little fingers shoved deep in your cunt, but now that he’s actually inside you— splitting your poor little pussy in half, you can help but cry out— fisting the sheets so tightly it burns.

his camera rests on his nightstand, his viewers watching from the back so they can’t see your face per your request, but they can hear how your wet pussy takes him in and spits him back out, hear you squeal and cry for him. hear you beg.

toji’s thick hand slides over the curve of your waist, moving to push on your tummy, making you arch and scream, your eyes screwing shut as clear liquids push him out your sopping pussy— your weak and limp body falling, twitching against his soaked sheets underneath you.

“atta girl,” he groans, pulling you up by your waist to keep fucking into you, slapping his heavy cock against your swollen folds, sliding it against your clit. even now, sinking back into your cunt, you’re so tight— making him dig into your waist, grounding himself as he bottoms out once again.

“do it again, you’re so fucking messy shit, mama. who would’ve thought”

he slaps at your ass making your body jerk, but you’re gone— mouth hanging open, eyes rolled to the depths of your skull, leaving you limp like a toy for toji to just rut into. and he does exactly that, using you to reach his high but not without making you squirt for him again and again.

RESULT: 🗨️ 1.3k ♡ 103k

[phaaz]

I like ur art. What r ur art prices? Or do u just create without requests? Whatever u do i like it ^^

R u still playin choices? excited for blades 2? And also excited for the game sequel project games like itlivesproject or nightboundfanfiction ? In case u are interested they are searchin for artists especially nightboundfanfiction (and maybe ds2project). Idk. Just informing.

Next question: what r ur fave Choices books ?

Just interest to know. Keep up with art. Thx. Have a nice day ^^

Thank you! I don’t currently have commissions open but I am working on opening them hopefully soon. I don’t officially have requests open but I’m willing to listen to requests if anyone has any! I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to get to all of them depending on how busy I am, but I’m def open to hearing them. :D

I still play Choices sometimes. Im definitely excited for blades 2 - have been since the first book ended (also I’m hoping to try to make a small silly short fan vn for blades this summer that will hopefully be out before blades 2 if ever but we’ll see, no promises 0_o) Im currently working on playing through the fan project it lives within, but I didn’t know about the nightboundfanfiction or that they’re looking for artists so thanks for letting me know! I’ll look into that :D

My fave choices books are blades, endless summer, elementalists, and it lives in the woods!

Thanks again and thanks for taking the time to write this - it was really sweet and made my day!! I hope you have a good day too!

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[silverdelirium]

try to run | d. malfoy

summary — your mafia ex boyfriend refuses to let you go.

warnings — dubcon (cnc), roleplay-ish, mirror kink (they’re in a mirror maze), slight mask kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, fear kink (?), slight breeding kink, humiliation.

word count — 1.7k

author’s note — sort of inspired by a scene in haunting adeline by h.d cartlon! also this is so not my best :/ i’ve been having a hard time writing im sorry about that, promise i’ll get back on track in a bit.

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Your hand trembles from where it’s cupped over your mouth, chapped lips trapped between your teeth to prevent any type of minimal noise. But you should know better. The man could fucking smell you from miles away.

“I know you like a little chase, bunny,” booms his voice, and you gasp when his shadow flashes through the reflective room. “But you know I’ll always catch you, and when I do, I’ll get to fuck you fast and hard, like the little slut you are.”

You swallow back the whimper rising from the depths of your throat, feeling your mouth run dry for a few seconds at the newfound quietude of the mirror maze.

He hovers, letting the darkness of his presence loom over your shaking figure before striking, wrapping his arms around your waist, and smirking darkly at the squeal that escapes you.

“Please! Let me go!” You sob, quivering in his hold as he manhandles you to fit in with his front; hands tightly held in one of his while the other tugs at your locks, bulging crotch against your ass as he makes you stare at yourself in the unruliness of a state you’re in through the hundreds of mirrors.

You can’t see him from behind his leather-like silver mask, but his intensified stare and blonde hair give him away.

You shake your head, chin wobbling when you talk, “don’t do this- please, dray.”

His stare staggers, but the prominent growth in hardness of the tent flush against your ass confirms that the nickname does nothing but excite him more.

He takes a deep breath, and cranes his neck to fit his face in the crook of your neck, “you remember our safe word, don’t you, doll?” He’s whispering this time, in a way where he wants to hide what he’s saying.

You hiss when his cool mask rubs on your tender flesh, but you still manage a small nod, even with his grip on your hair. “Yes,” you reply, voice just as low. He hums, “good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re fucking swollen with my kids,”

A moan is suppressed from your part, visage down in shame over how damp your panties turned at the threat. 

His hands knead harshly at the soft mounds on your chest, nipples tightening, his thumb runs over them. “As pretty as ever, angel,” he breathes, blood rushing to his groin as you unconsciously arch your ass back to him; he mumbles a curse.

“No-” you heave, stopping his wrist from where it hovered over your heat. 

His brows raise, though you can’t tell because of his mask, but even through the mirror his stare burns. 

“No?” he mimics, “you not gonna let me touch what’s mine now?” 

You swallow, “begging” with your eyes, even so your hips buckle slightly to the familiar vein-corded, big, arms. He notices, “fucking slut

“You, little girl,” he takes your face in one hand, “don’t tell me what to do.” He growls, cupping you through your panties, the flimsy skirt you opted on wearing only benefiting him. “This sweet pussy is mine whether you like it or not.”

Tears burn your retinas, and his fingers twirling over your mess of a panties make you shudder.

He feigns a gasp, “what’s this?” A finger is nestled between your slick folds, causing you to whine, “my little princess is all wet from her big bad boyfriend chasing her bratty arse, huh?”

“Ex,” you hiss quietly, pouting up at him through one of the mirrors. In the blink of an eye, he’s knuckles-deep inside you as you grip his forearm, mewling at the sudden burn.

“You fucking bitch—“ he grunts, manhandling you so you’re pressed against the cool glass, head turned to the side, where you get a clear view of his side profile in one of the mirrors— of his hand up your skirt, it was an obscene scenario truly.

“I’m done with you acting up like a dumb brat,” he shakes his head, thrusting another finger inside you as your hot breath fogs the mirror, “We’re gonna be together until the end of fucking times and that’s final— ” he pauses, smirking, “and this wet cunt of yours certainly likes the idea.”

You mewl, heating up in shame.

“Draco,” you sob, closing your eyes tighter as your pussy twitches around his thick digits.

He thrums, “can feel you squeezing me, doll, that feels good, huh? Feels good getting this dumb pussy off after so long?” He coos, tone tight and low as you cry out, desperate to reach cloud nine.

Your sex pulses around him uncontrollably, clit dragging against his palm as he breathes laboredly, your own growing short and ragged.

Lewd sounds come from between your legs, your gush slipping past your stretched slit, forming a puddle beneath you. Your mouth hangs open, silent cries falling on deaf ears, due to Draco’s fixated gaze on your pussy.

“You gonna cum?”

You shake your head, sealing your lips.

He snarls behind his mask, “brat,” you quiet, avoiding eye contact. “you know damn well I’ll have you squirting when I force my cock in your cunt if I make you cum right now. You just hate to admit how fucking wet that makes you.”

Your moan almost chokes from how wantoned it came, vision flashing with hot white as you spill around his fingers, his smug chuckle punching at your gut.

You swallow the rock-sized lump in your throat, feeling the buzz of your high lower, heart still thumping against your ribcage.

“D-dray?” you croak, squinting when the lights flicker.

He overshadows you, taking fulfillment in your barely noticeable quiver when his hands come in contact with your waist.

“I’m right here, bunny,” he whispers.

You weep, shaking your head, “please,”

“You’ll be good, won’t you?” His voice softens, “you’ll let me take you nice and good, without putting up any fight, right?”

You breath shakily, tears streaming past the apples of your cheeks as you look at him through the mirror, gasping slightly when he a utters a, “try to run.” You don’t even make it to a turn when his hand lashes out, bringing you back to his chest, though now you’re facing him, hard nipples rubbing against his hefty upper half, this makes him grumble a fuck.

The blonde lolls his head back on his own shoulder, cracking his neck and paying no mind to your weak attempts at getting away from him. “Poor slut,” he speaks softly, “bet you’re so scared I’ll fill you up so good you’ll want more,” he says, taking your chin in his fingers.

A whimper rises rom your throat, eyes shuttering close as he undoes his belt, but you certainly didn’t expect for the expensive leather to be around your neck next, another dam of emotions welling up behind your eyes.

“W-What are you doing?” You question, shivering as the belt tightens around your throat. He smiles wickedly, you can tell by his eyes that he is, “just wanna make sure you stay in place. I do remember how squirmy you get, baby.”

His hands are on your shoulders, and in seconds you find yourself on your back, blubbering behind your tears as his cock springs free, a throaty moan escaping him. Your poor cunt puckers at the sight, humming in need when your skirt is being lifted up once again.

“My god, you’re a fucking sight for sore eyes, baby,” he grunts, tapping the head of his cock against your twitching clit.

You moan, grimacing at the soreness in your tone, the belt rubbing against the hot skin of your neck.

His cock drenches in your juices, balls drawing up when he forcefully pushes in unexpectedly, making you shriek; a full ring of slick covers the thick base after the single thrust, and your head lays against the floor dully in embarrassment, a trial in avoiding his malicious eyes.

“Poor thing’s embarrassed huh? Over how much this cunt misses me,” he says, soothing your clammy nub with his thumb.

The traitorous flesh takes him whole, greedily sucking him in when he rolls his hips against yours.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you pant, pushing yourself to your elbow as his groans hit your ears; you peek out from his shoulder, taking in the reflection on the other end of the room, seeing his back muscles ripple through his black shirt, thighs tense from how hard he’s fucking you— hard enough he has you toppling to the ground once again, you fall with a petulant grunt.

The corner of your eyes catches his hand leaving its place next to your head, and a whine chokes out of you when his hand wraps around the belt. “You fucking lay there and take it, dumb slut- I don’t wanna hear another noise from you,” he grits, letting his eyes fall on your creaming pussy, walls constricting his cock.

“So tight- fuck. When we’re back at the manor I’ll take you on every fucking surface on the way to the room,” he promises, hissing as you pulse around him.

Your lip is folded between your teeth, and the tang of blood meets your tastebuds, but you don’t have time to dwell on that, not when your ex’s cock drives in and out of your hole at an inhumane pace.

His cock thickens impossibly inside you, thrusts stuttering as his breath shortens. Your hands fist his shirt, mouth agape in a silent cry as your juices soak your lower half.

This makes his eyes flash dark, spilling his seed with a final deep thrust, spraying your walls with white as you sniffle through your peak.

“Yes baby, give it to me,” he purrs, “guess I still knew my way around this useless hole,” he chuckles, pulling out to watch his cum drool out of your abused channel.

His hands lifts to remove his mask, and your eyes soften, tears coming to a halt as he smiles lazily.

It takes you by surprise when a rain of kisses fall on your tear-stained face, your little giggles ringing the bells of his heart.

“This doesn’t mean we’re back together, Malfoy, it’s just harmless fun” you warn, squinting at him.

He smirks, “we’ll see about that, bunny.”

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[mackenzielovee]

ambivalence blurb: moving day - rafe cameron

a/n: i am almost entirely out of chase atlantic songs but im not near done with these two so anyway pls enjoy this (i was intoxicated when i wrote half of this so sorry about that)

warnings: swearing, smut smut smut at the end (you'll see it coming so just stop there if you're uncomfortable or under 18)

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You’re not sure what exactly it is about moving day that’s made Rafe so clingy. He’s hardly taken two seconds to himself, unable to remove his hands from your waist, your hair, your back, your ass. Even as you both were carrying boxes out to the truck, even when Sarah grunted at him to ‘cool it with the PDA’, even when you were wrapping breakable things in newspaper. He just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself.

“This the last one, Y/N?” Topper asks, pointing down to the box in front of you.

“Think so,” you nod.

He picks it up and rests it on his shoulder, rolling his eyes at his best friend who is currently pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll get this to the truck,” Topper mutters, all too happy to escape the room.

“What is going on with you?” you laugh, turning around to face Rafe.

His arms wrap themselves around you and pull you close to him, pressing three firm kisses to your forehead.

“It’s moving day,” he grins, “It’s a whole new thing. And I get to do it with you.”

“Ah,” you tease him, “You’re feeling sentimental.”

“Well, that, and you look fucking amazing in these leggings,” he smirks.

Playfully, you swat at his chest, but when he moves in for a kiss, you accept it without hesitance. Just as Rafe’s hands start traveling down, grazing over your back and then further, right where he wants them, Connor’s voice makes him freeze.

“Daddy!”

Rafe turns; the urgency in Connor’s voice putting him on high alert. His hands fall from you and step away, closer to where Connor’s voice had been.

“Connor, where are you?” Rafe calls.

Just as he gets the question out, Connor comes racing into the kitchen, distress all over his face.

“Daddy, I can’t find Blue.”

You watch Rafe’s shoulders relax; the only issue being that Connor’s lost his favorite stuffed dog. Rafe takes a few steps over to the now two and a half-year old and scoops him up, balancing him expertly on his hip.

“Where did you have him last?” Rafe asks him.

“Outside, but, Daddy, he’s not there.”

Connor’s ready to cry now. You frown and walk over to them, running your thumb over Connor’s little cheek as a way of comforting him.

“It’s okay,” Rafe says, “We’ll find him. Let's retrace your steps.”

“Okay, but Mommy, you can’t come,” Connor demands, pointing a finger at you.

Rafe tries and fails to suppress a quiet laugh at that, earning another playful swat on the arm from you.

“Why not, buddy?” you ask.

“Blue gets shy around girls. Like Uncle Topper with Aunt Sarah–”

“Excuse me,” Topper cuts in, leaning against the wall of the kitchen, “I have game.”

“Uh, no, you don’t,” Rafe reminds him, then nods his head in the direction of the front door, “Come on, dude. Help us find Blue.”

Rafe carries Connor out of the now empty guest house with Topper following behind. Once you hear the door close behind them, you walk toward it and slip out, diving into Maddie’s outstretched arms the second she sees you. She’s standing with Sarah and Kelce, who are both watching the boys search for Blue.

“Are you ready to move into your new home, Mrs. Cameron?” Maddie asks.

“So ready,” you confess, “Rafe’s been so excited about this. “

“He’s really excited to get you pregnant again,” Kelce mutters, and when he sees the glare from Maddie, he adds, “What? Guys gossip, too.”

You laugh and give Maddie another squeeze, grateful that all of them have shown up to help you move. Your parents and Rafe’s parents had promised they’ll be over tomorrow to help unpack and organize, which you’d been fine with. You two had plenty of people helping today.

“Found it, sweetheart,” Rafe calls from the other side of the yard.

You turn and find Connor holding up Blue victoriously, the dog a little dirty and in need of a run through the washing machine. You give them a smile and notice how Rafe whispers something in Connor’s ear, then sets him down and watches the boy take off.

You squat down when Connor’s close enough and pick him up as he launches himself at you. His arms lock around your neck and he kisses your cheek before pulling back to meet your eyes.

“I love you,” he says.

“Did Daddy tell you to say that?” you raise an eyebrow, watching him giggle.

“No,” his grin is mischievous and tells you that that is, in fact, what happened.

“I love you, too, handsome boy,” you remind him and kiss his cheek right back.

Rafe and Topper make it over to the rest of you; Rafe gripping your waist and pulling you into him by your back. You don’t miss how his hand traces over your stomach, as if to tell you just by touching you that he’s ready for another baby in there. So are you. It’s been the topic of discussion for about six months now, and you’re ready to handle two babies with Rafe.

“All right, I’d like to address the elephant in the room before we leave, please,” Topper speaks up, earning everyone’s attention, “Connor thinks I have no game. Sarah, could you tell him that’s not true?”

Connor giggles against you and looks to his aunt expectantly, who also seems to be laughing.

“I could if he was wrong,” she replies, “We’ve gone on countless dates over the past four months and you still haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend.”

Kelce and Rafe explode with various hoots and hollers while you and Maddie pucker your lips to try and keep from laughing. Topper’s cheeks redden but he shakes the boys off with minimal embarrassment.

“Let’s just fuckin’ – freaking move you guys already,” Topper grunts, shoving Rafe off of him.

Moving in turns out to be easier than expected. You’d spent the last few weeks gushing over the house to anyone that would listen, and now, seeing your stuff in it makes it that much more real. Seeing Rafe and Connor in it is a whole different story.

Once the boxes are unloaded, you follow Kelce into the house and find Rafe holding Connor up in the living room, one hand on Connor’s chest and the other on his legs, acting as if Connor’s flying. He’s squealing and laughing so hard, and the grin on Rafe’s face has your heart completely melted. When Rafe catches your eye, you’re already halfway to tears with a hand over your heart.

“Mommy, did you see?” Connor asks once Rafe sets him down, smiling sheepishly at you.

“I sure did,” you grin.

Rafe steps toward you and so does Connor, who reaches for your hand. Rafe’s arm finds its way around your waist and pulls you into him, pecking your cheek.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he whispers in your ear, “So beautiful.”

“Rafe,” you groan, “I’m sweaty and–”

“Don’t care,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

You pull back from Rafe when Kelce and Maddie enter the living room, both of them zeroing in on Connor in no time.

“Hey, Little Cameron,” Kelce cheers and picks him up, “Are you ready to come stay with us? We’re gonna make popcorn and hang out and party. How does that sound?”

“Yes!” Connor yells out enthusiastically.

“What’s this?” you question, looking from Kelce to Maddie, who looks at Rafe.

“I, uh–” Rafe starts, then stops to clear his throat when you look at him, “I asked them to watch Connor tonight. So we can get settled in.”

Kelce winks at you when you look at him, which makes you shake your head.

“Please, Mommy?” Connor pouts, “I’ll be really good. Only one ice cream.”

You laugh, but cave immediately. A night with Rafe does sound relaxing, even if you have a great idea of what he has planned.

“Of course you can, sweet boy,” you tell him, then look at Maddie and quietly add, “Really, though. Only one scoop of ice cream. He’ll never sleep if he has any more.”

She nods and then smiles, hugging onto Kelce as he holds Connor.

“We would like him back, though,” Rafe reminds them, “Don’t get too cozy there.”

He gestures between them and how they all look like a happy little family standing there. Kelce rolls his eyes but nods, then takes Connor upstairs to pack what he needs to stay the night. Maddie follows to give you and Rafe a moment, one which you both seem to want desperately.

He laces his fingers through yours and smiles down at you, unable to contain himself before he asks for a kiss.

“So,” he says against your lips, “Will you let me put a baby in you tonight?”

You laugh, then decide to tease him, “I was ready a week ago, but someone’s been working himself to death.”

He raises a brow, “You want me to stop working so late? I can come home early,” he kisses your neck, “Have dinner,” he kisses your jaw, “Fuck you nice and slow before bed.”

“Rafe,” you hiss, “Our friends are still here.”

He can feel your smile against his cheek, which only forces him to continue sucking the skin on your neck, eliciting a short and quiet whine from the back of your throat.

“I’ll kick them out,” he promises against your skin.

“You–” you’re ready to scold him, to tell him he needs to just be patient, when he kisses down to your collarbones, using his hands to angle your head up so he has more space to work with, “You really need to– that feels really good.”

He grins, letting out a small laugh, then gets back to work. One of his hands remains along your jaw to hold your head up, the other travels down your body and stops about one inch above your ass.

“So that’s a yes?” he confirms, “To trying?”

“We can try several times, if you want,” you tease him.

He practically melts right there, pulling you only closer and getting back at you by softly biting your neck.

“Fuck,” he groans, “My God, baby. Closer. Need you closer to me.”

“Rafe, hang on,” you laugh, pulling away from him only slightly, “We still have everyone here.”

When you draw back, you notice how his lips are puffy and red, pupils dilated to the maximum. He just barely nods, then steals two quick kisses from you before he drops his hands completely.

“Two minutes,” he promises, already inching toward the stairs, “Shit, you’re gorgeous. A minute and a half. Don’t you dare move.”

You grin and hurry off to the master bedroom, despite Rafe’s command to stay put. You grab the duffle you’d packed for the next few days and fish out your toiletry bag, removing deodorant and perfume from it and quickly freshening up. You’re not really sure what else is worth fixing, so you start brushing your hair when you hear Kelce’s voice in the living room.

“Dude, can you chill out for a sec? Why don’t you go remove Topper’s tongue from your sister’s mouth out back and then we’ll leave.”

You laugh, finishing up and hurrying out to the living room. Kelce is standing tall, sporting Connor’s PJ Masks backpack over his shoulder and cradling Blue plus Connor’s favorite blanket and his other favorite toy.

“You look like a dad already, Kelce,” you tease him.

“I would’ve had your baby if you’d have asked me,” he teases back.

Maddie rolls her eyes from beside him, then jokingly covers Connor’s ears with her free hand. He just squirms in her arms, not caring one bit about what’s being discussed.

Rafe opens the door that leads out to the patio and trails back inside, followed by a red-faced Topper and a mad-looking Sarah. You cover your mouth to hide a smile, then reach out for Connor so you can say goodbye.

“Have so much fun with Uncle Kelce and Aunt Maddie, okay?” you say.

He nods, “I will, Mommy.”

“Go say bye to Daddy,” you encourage, setting him down and watching him run over to Rafe, who is ready to grab him.

“Bye, squirt,” Rafe says, kissing Connor’s cheek, “I love you. Be good, yeah?”

“Okay,” Connor agrees, “You be good with Mommy.”

Rafe looks over at you and winks suggestively, which makes you laugh.

“I will. Tell me the rule before I put you down,” Rafe commands, watching Connor squirm.

“No running indoors,” Connor groans.

“Good boy. Go on. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Dad,” he replies, then hurries over to Maddie and takes her hand.

You watch as they all leave, exchanging hugs and making various plans to meet up at different times to see each other. Rafe waits until Connor’s strapped into his car seat in Kelce’s car, then closes the front door and presses your back to it.

“I think we should christen every room,” he proposes, eyes flickering down to your lips.

“Where should we start?”

“Well–” he stops, pulls back, “If you’ll give me five minutes, I’ll answer that.”

“Five minutes?”

“Yes. Just wait right here for me? I’ll be quick, I promise.”

You judge the seriousness of his expression and his voice, then ultimately choose to nod and let him do whatever it is he’s thinking of.

“Okay.”

He kisses you firmly, dragging it out for a few seconds too long before he breaks away and hurries off to your shared bedroom. You suck in a deep breath, starting to pace around the foyer as the anticipation grows. He’d been so pent up a few minutes ago, you can’t imagine what he needs to be doing alone now. Maybe he’s freshening up like you had, but then, you think that that’s ridiculous. You’d take him happily regardless.

When he emerges a few minutes later, he’s thrown on a collared shirt and brushed his hair, which makes you laugh. The shirt will only come off and the hair will only get messy again, but you’re sure he has good intentions behind it.

“Okay, sweetheart. Come on.”

Moving boxes lined your bedroom and he’d closed the blinds, lighting candles instead. The overhead light is off, so the light from the candles is the only thing illuminating the fact that he’d put sheets on the mattress.

“Rafe,” you laugh, “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“‘Course I did. You’re about to spend nine months carrying another child of mine. The least I can do is light a fucking candle and lay a sheet down.”

You reach for his hand and tug him back to you, curling your hand through his hair and brushing it away from his face.

“You’re sweet,” you whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he smiles, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

You nod, “Do your worst.”

He grins and picks you up, letting you lock your legs around his waist as he lifts you up onto the bed. His lips meet yours and start working rapidly, like he wants to waste no time whatsoever. He lays you down and then climbs on top of you, mouth moving all the while.

You’re not surprised at all when he’s quick to tug your shirt off, then moves his mouth down to your collarbones, chest, breasts, stomach, and then stops just above your waistline.

“I’m the luckiest fuckin’ man,” he mumbles to himself, which makes you smile.

Your leggings come off with no assistance from you, and his lips meet just about every inch of skin above your pantyline. His hands roam the skin on your inner thighs, parting them further so he can settle between them. He’s teasing you and you know it, so you raise your hips slightly to get his attention.

“Rafe,” you groan, “Please.”

His lips part as he stares up at you, and for the briefest of moments, wonders how the hell he managed to get that ring on your finger. He shakes the thought from his head when you let out another noise, one that would have him doing absolutely anything you asked, and presses a few wet kisses to the inside of your thigh. His pointer finger hooks through the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off with no help.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I’ve got you.”

You start to inhale, which is the exact moment he presses his mouth right where you need him most. You gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair, which makes him groan against you.

The noises you make only ever seem to motivate him to continue, but this time, it feels as if he’d keep going no matter what happened at this given moment.

“Rafe,” you moan out, listening to him hum against you.

“Just relax for me, baby,” he says, returning to work.

With Rafe, it’s always a matter of minutes before you’ve gotten off. He knows your body like the back of his hand and knows just what to do to get you there every time. You can always tell when he’s drawing it out for that reason, just because he wants to taste more of you.

He presses his lips to your panting mouth, grinning slightly when he sees the expression on your face. Once you catch your breath, you move to slide out from under him, but he stops you.

“Uh-uh. This is about you. Gonna be all sexy carrying my baby, so you get whatever you want tonight,” he promises, kissing you again, “Every night.”

You suck in a deep breath and meet his eyes, sure that yours are wide and dilated. He just grins, liking whatever he sees. His eyes flutter closed when your hand strokes his cheek, making you smile.

“Want you, Rafe,” you say quietly, “Please.”

“Shit, baby, you don’t have to say please,” he laughs incredulously, already tugging on his shorts.

You giggle and watch him get situated between your legs, burying his face into your neck as he prepares to slide into you.

“Can’t believe it,” you say to him, “Trying for another.”

“I can’t wait to see you with another baby, God, you’re such a great mom.”

You start to speak, to tell him you’re thankful that you have him, that he’s such a great dad, but he takes that opportunity to enter you, stealing the words and the oxygen from your throat.

“Shit, Rafe,” you groan when he pulls you onto his lap, guiding your hips with his hands.

He grunts, then smiles, “You’re so beautiful. Come closer–”

“This really is as close as we can get,” you laugh incredulously, watching him shake his head.

“No, fuck, want to feel you everywhere,” he tells you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your lips to meet his Adam’s apple. He continues guiding your movements, which you’re thankful for, because being this close to him, having him in you this way, makes you unable to think. Unable to think of anything but him and how perfect he is for you.

“God, you’re the most beautiful– fuck, I love you so much.”

“You’re gonna make me blush,” you tease him, earning a laugh and a rough move of his hips against yours, making you groan out.

“That’s good, baby, just like that,” he nods to you, even though he’s in control of this entire thing. You just move as he instructs you, feeling like you’re going to implode with every passing second he continues.

“Rafe,” you warn him, “I’m–”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m there, too. Go ahead for me, go ahead.”

You barely have time to nod before that coil snaps, Rafe’s mouth meeting yours to swallow any noises either of you might make as you release. You can feel his hips falter as he lets go, holding himself into you by your waist.

“Shit,” he laughs when he collapses his head down onto your chest, quickly pressing his lips to the curve of your breast.

“Hmm,” you hum, letting out a content giggle as he continues kissing you.

“You’re incredible,” he mumbles, lightly tracing his tongue over your left nipple before bringing his lips up your chest and to your neck, “So good. So amazing.”

“Rafe?” you ask, gripping both sides of his face to get him to look at you. He does, eyes full of concern that you no longer look blissful. He frowns and shifts you on his lap, still inside of you.

“Yes, baby?” “Are you going to be disappointed if we don’t have a girl?”

He smiles and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I want a healthy baby. I want a healthy baby and a healthy wife. I don’t care about the rest of it.”

You swear that he must be the king of perfect answers, because he’s never left you doubtful after answering a question. You smile and nod, then lean forward and give him a kiss.

“Promise?”

He laughs, “Yes, I promise.”

He lifts you up and pulls out of you, then lays you back on the bed. Instantly his body molds to yours and holds you close, pulling the white sheet over both of you.

“What the hell are we gonna do for dinner? We have no food in this house,” you laugh.

“Let’s get Chinese food. Are you hungry? I can order it now and we can get another round in before it gets here.”

You turn around in his arms and face him, laughing at his proposal. He smiles too, sweat starting to glisten on his forehead and making him only more handsome to you.

“You’re cute,” you whisper, watching him grin, “Go order.”

You swear, right then and there, that he’s never jumped out of a bed faster than that.

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I’ll see your heart, and raise you two

Pairing: Sevika x reader

Warnings: gambling? Suggestive ending…

Summary: You meet Sev at the last drop and play a game of cards with her. You’re noticeably good and this leads to more and more games between you two. One night, you run into each other randomly in Zaun and play a game that leads to more than a little cash…

A/N: Part 2 as promised! It’s gonna be 3 parts im so sorry pls don’t hate me. Also all of you liking what I’ve written so far MAKES.MY.DAY. I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH!!! AAGGGHHH.

Also, I don’t know many card games and especially don’t know anything like poker (am baby) so I did my best to vaguely describe gameplay but also leave it up to you to decide what yall would be playing. I used ‘go fish’ in my head

https://sevikas-wife.tumblr.com/post/675486076349153280/ill-see-your-heart-and-raise-you-two

Part 1 ^^^

Enjoy :3

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Precise. That’s how you would describe her shuffling. The air was growing thicker by the second, both of you expecting the other to be an actual decent opponent and yet, all you could do at that moment was watch her hands. The cards had been well worn and yet she shuffled and flipped them as if they were fresh out of the box. And oh…how you wished to be those cards….

“Hello?”

You snapped back to reality and looked up to see Sevika staring at you with a raised eyebrow. How long had you been staring? How long did she notice? Did she notice?? Oh gods what if…No. You shook your head lightly and smiled back at her, an attempt to play off your small mishaps.

“apologies, it’s been a while since I’ve seen someone handle..cards..so well” you replied, earning a small chuckle. Your heart lept at the sound. G o o d n e s s you needed to get some control if you wanted to stand a change against her.

“If that’s all it takes to impress you, I’d have you a mess within a few minutes”

It took every ounce of strength not to scream right then and there. Clearly, Sevika was turning out to be a challenge in more ways than one. You pressed your nails into your palm, desperately trying to maintain a calm composure. You rolled your eyes in reply, a safe answer that couldn’t spark more of her natural flirtatious commentary.

She dealt the cards accordingly, grabbed her hand, and laid back. You followed suit, arranging your cards how you saw fit whilst carefully eyeing her. She waved her hand at you, her cigarette dangling in the corner of her mouth. Your move. You took a few seconds to imagine the play a few steps into the future, weighing all options before finally making a decision. Your first goal: figure out how she plays.

Placing your card on the table, you briefly looked up at her to see her reaction. Nothing had changed. This might be harder than you thought, but that didn’t deter you. She calmy reached into her fanned cards, and made her move. Nothing that surprised you, but her speed in figuring out what to play was notably fast.

This went on for a while, neither of you giving away any emotions that could tip the other off. And while that may have been annoying to most, to you, it heightened interest in the game significantly. Sev played like the champ that everyone said she was, immediately crushing your theory that people let her win just because of her superior position in Zaun. You were intensely focused, nothing but her and her plays in your mind. The pulsing of the music, the buzz from the liquor, the smoke mingling with the dim light, none of it could pull you away from the game. And then it happened.

You played a card in the same repeated motion and yet, she flinched. The missing scale in her armor shown brightly like a lighthouse, and you didn’t hesitate to fire an arrow directly at it. You leaned back ever so slighty, and watched her pause briefly before playing. It’s a ruse. She doesn’t know what to play now. Unleash hell.

You almost couldn’t contain your excitement as you realized you had finally gained the upper hand. Your hands became less shaky as you dealt your next blow, your eyes watching her reaction even closer. You watched as her eyes darted back and forth between her hand and the pile, and you could’ve sworn a bead of sweat slowly fell across her face.

Her next play was a last ditch effort at best. You almost could’ve laughed but it was too soon. You gave her credit for having never been in such a position before. Holding back your full ego, you played your final move with a light plop of a card onto the pile and leaned all the way back into your chair. The game had been so intense, you hadn’t noticed how tense your muscles had been. She stared at the pile, your winning move on top, her mouth slightly agape. She looked up and met your smug expression and shook her head.

“Damn. I haven’t played anyone like that since my old man. Well done.” She said, lighting her cigarette that had gone out long ago. She offered one to you, and you accepted graciously, eagerly awaiting another form of numbification. The cigarette had barely touched your lips before she had her lighter there, ready to light. You knelt forward and puffed, staring at the flame and not her hands, lest you get distracted again.

“Thanks. It’s almost a gift” You replied, sinking back into your chair and letting the noise of the club fill the small silence. She chuckled while gathering the cards into a neat deck once more.

“Round 2?” she asked, her hands making quick work of the cards. You threw back the last bit of liquor in your cup, and decided to let your ego out juuuust a little bit. You knew that if thee Sevika took the time to light your cigarette for you, you had her interest and attention.

“And what? Potentially squander this moment? Nah” You dashed your cigarette out in the tray and stood up, grabbing your glass. “Maybe if you’re here tomorrow night, I can beat you again” you teased, and seized the moment to walk away.

You felt your cheeks burn and your knees grow weaker as you attempted to play it cool. How amazing it would have been to know if she was watching you walk away but looking back would’ve proved fatal to you regardless of if she was or not. Little did you know, she was absolutely watching you walk away and and loving every second of it.

[rinsramenshop]

RINNNNN BBY saw the even newer chifuyu content so I wanted to mayhaps request sumn that might tickle ur chifuyu obsession rn 😂😂 watcha think of chifuyu and reader where reader doesn’t know that fuyu bby was a delinquent and can fight so they’re married or together as adults and reader is being bothered by some men while out w him and she’s like “let’s just leave ;-;-;-;-“ but fuyu like “nah babe I got this” and he gets his shoujo hero moment but slips at the end tryna act cool ANS UGH he’s so FUCKINT cute I feel like ur chifuyu brain rot it getting to me hun

HELLOOO, omg im so excited for this request bc i saw it last night and was thinking of how adorable it is. thank you sm for requesting this and i hope this fits what you requested <3!! the chifuyu brain rot is contagious 

Chifuyu protecting the one he loves most

you and chifuyu had gone to get some groceries to make this weeks meals with. you had left him in the store because you happen to leave your wallet in your car, chifuyu carried on with the shopping since he assumed it would be quick. after a few minutes, he notices that it’s taking a lot longer than he expected, which slightly worried him. he left the cart unattended to go search for you. when you were trying to come back into the store, a few men had surrounded you and were flirting with you. you froze in the moment, since you were a little worried, but before you knew it, you heard your husband’s voice. “honey, is everything alright- oh no!i got this, i’ll protect you!” he said as he rushed over to help. he prepared his arm to punch one of the guys when he accidentally slipped! the men quickly ran away, which left you laughing and your slightly embarrassed husband. he quickly stood up, acting like he didn’t fall on his butt, “i scared them off :D”

after exchanging quick “are you okay?” to each other, you both entered to finish grocery shopping. he had thrown in some extra treats and your favorite snacks to hopefully make up for not protecting you and for failing his shoujo moment. you smiled at him, “i hope you’re alright, and you’ll get your cute shoujo moment again, i promise” which makes him laugh.