#I wanna do anything and everything in between

[goldfades]

★ HARD LAUNCH ───JOE BURROW

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2k

⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | requested by anon! kelce!sister x joe burrow, secret relationship.

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | obviously, taylor swift MENTIONED!! cause of course, i just had to. big brothers jason/travis, teasing, overall fluffy read

⟢ ┈ 𝐞𝐯'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | this may be my new fav thing ever? having joe burrow, TAYLOR SWIFT, the kelces + kylie kelce in one family seems so fucking iconic and insane at the same time omg, i lowkey wanna make this a series

You don’t mean to catch his eye.

In fact, you’ve spent most of the evening trying very hard not to. At least, that’s what you’ll tell yourself later when the weight of it all feels too much, and you’re scrambling for a clean excuse to explain how it even started. Because that’s the thing about Joe Burrow—he’s not someone you plan for. He’s the unexpected storm on a clear day, knocking you off balance and leaving you to question if you’d ever been steady to begin with.

It’s Travis’s fault, really. Your brothers have this way of making themselves larger than life in every room they walk into, whether it’s Jason’s hearty laugh or Travis’s electric energy pulling people into his orbit. And you’re fine with it. Comfortable, even, in their shadows, where you can sip a beer, quietly people-watch, and dodge any unwanted attention. But tonight, at this NFL charity gala, the Kelce sibling spotlight is a little brighter, the event packed with athletes and reporters—people who know your last name. It’s harder to blend into the wallpaper, especially when you’re sandwiched between Jason’s dad jokes and Travis’s loud retelling of some outrageous offseason story.

And then there’s Joe. Sitting a few tables over, clad in a sleek black suit that fits him so well it’s borderline criminal, he looks… well, like Joe Burrow. Sharp jawline, blondish hair perfectly tousled, an air of calm confidence that somehow feels louder than any of the noise around him. He’s laughing at something—something Sam Hubbard said, probably—and you catch yourself staring just a second too long.

You’re not entirely sure who looks away first. All you know is that by the time the dessert plates are cleared and the speeches begin, you’re hyperaware of his presence. You can feel him across the room, like his attention is a physical thing brushing against your skin. It’s ridiculous, you tell yourself. He’s just... looking. It doesn’t mean anything.

Except it does.

It means everything when you’re stepping out onto the terrace for some air, your sleek, black and red YSL heels clicking softly against the stone, and you hear the door open behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know it’s him. There’s a shift in the atmosphere, a tension pulling taut like a string, and you’re suddenly grateful for the cool night air because your skin feels impossibly warm.

“You’re one of the Kelces, right?” His voice is low, a little rough around the edges, and somehow more disarming than you expected.

You glance over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Depends. Do you think that’s a good thing or a bad thing?”

He chuckles, stepping closer. There’s a deliberateness to his movements, like he’s not the type to rush but always knows exactly where he’s going. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Fair.” You turn fully now, leaning back against the railing. He’s even more striking up close, the sharp lines of his face softened by the golden glow of the terrace lights. For a moment, you’re not sure what to say. Then, because your brothers raised you to never back down from a challenge, you smirk. “And you’re Joe Burrow. Didn’t think you’d need an introduction.”

“I don’t. But I’m still glad we’re having this conversation.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop the small laugh that escapes. “Do lines like that usually work for you?”

“Don’t know,” he says, leaning casually against the railing beside you. “You tell me.”

And just like that, you’re hooked. Not in the obvious way, where fireworks explode and violins play in the background. It’s subtler than that, a slow burn you feel deep in your gut—like the start of something you shouldn’t want but can’t seem to resist. Because Joe Burrow isn’t the kind of guy you go looking for, but now that he’s found you, you’re not sure you want him to let go.

And a few months later, the relationship between you and Joe isn’t just an open secret—it’s become a storm of speculation. The internet sleuths had started piecing things together long before either of you admitted it, thanks to vague Instagram posts, overlapping locations and that one time someone spotted you in the background of a Bengals training camp photo.

Still, you’ve both remained tight-lipped, dodging questions and letting the rumors simmer on their own. It’s worked so far, but keeping something like this under wraps when your last name is Kelce and his is Burrow? It feels impossible most days.

The rumors, though, are front and center when Jason and Travis bring it up on New Heights. It starts innocently enough—one of their usual tangents about social media chaos. But then Jason, ever the instigator, leans in with a mischievous grin.

“So, Trav,” he says, dragging it out just enough to make Travis squint suspiciously. “What’s this I’m hearing about our baby sister and a certain quarterback?”

Travis groans dramatically, throwing his head back like he’s already tired of the conversation. “Man, here we go.”

“No, no, seriously,” Jason presses, laughing. “It’s all over Twitter. ‘Joe and the Kelce Sister’—people are going crazy.”

Travis tries to deflect, muttering something about people needing hobbies, but Jason isn’t letting it go.

“I mean, listen,” Jason continues, grinning directly at the camera now. “I’m not saying I believe it, but if it were true… Joe Burrow? Not a bad pick, kid. Not a bad pick.”

Travis finally gives in, throwing up his hands. “Alright, alright! Let’s settle this once and for all.” He swivels toward the camera with exaggerated seriousness. “Get her on the phone.”

The producers, who are clearly loving this, cut to a break while Travis pulls out his phone and FaceTimes you. You answer after a couple of rings, your face appearing on screen with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance.

“What do you want?” you ask, already bracing yourself.

Jason wastes no time. “Alright, tell the people: are you or are you not dating Joe Burrow?”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh. “Seriously? That’s why you called me?”

“Yes, seriously!” Jason says, leaning forward like he’s trying to peer through the phone. “I need to know if I should be worried about a potential Bengals-Kelce family feud.”

“I’m not even answering that,” you say, shaking your head. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Okay, okay,” Travis cuts in, holding up his hands. “But just… hypothetically, if you were dating him, what would you say about the guy? Like, first impressions.”

You narrow your eyes at the screen, knowing exactly what he’s trying to do. But you can’t help it—you smirk, your tone deliberately nonchalant. “I mean, hypothetically… he’s not a bad-looking person.”

Both brothers lose it, Jason practically howling with laughter while Travis points dramatically at the camera. “Not a bad-looking person!” he repeats. “That’s all we’re getting?”

You shrug, keeping your expression as deadpan as possible. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Alright, fine,” Jason says, wiping his eyes. “We’ll let you off the hook for now. But just know, we’re watching.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you hang up. But the damage is done—the clip is bound to go viral within hours. And you know the internet will analyze every single word you just said, dissecting it for confirmation that, yes, Joe Burrow and a Kelce sibling are absolutely a thing.

As you sit back on your couch, phone buzzing with texts from friends who caught the livestream, you can’t help but wonder how long you and Joe can keep this secret before it all inevitably comes spilling out. But for now, you smile to yourself, thinking about the way Joe teased you about your brothers earlier that morning. He’d probably find this whole thing hilarious.

—

The off-season brings a rare stretch of peace for both you and Joe, a time when the usual chaos of his schedule fades into long days and quiet nights. You’d been looking forward to the annual Kelce family lake trip all year, a week of boat rides, bonfires, and general shenanigans with your brothers, their partners, and a rotating cast of nieces and nephews. But this time, Joe is here too, woven seamlessly into the fabric of your family life in a way that's both surreal and comforting.

The trip itself is perfect. Joe is surprisingly great at keeping up with the Kelce energy—he plays cornhole with Travis like they’ve been doing it for years, listens patiently to Jason’s never-ending dad stories, and even lets your mom convince him to try her "world-famous" potato salad (a task not taken lightly). Your dad, famously hard to impress, quietly declares Joe "a good kid," which might as well be a five-star review.

The vibe is even more electric this year, thanks to a certain high-profile addition to the Kelce orbit: Taylor Swift. She’d tagged along with Travis, her easy charm and megawatt presence somehow blending seamlessly with your loud, loving family. Taylor and Joe hit it off surprisingly well—you’d caught them once, deep in conversation about some indie band neither of them expected the other to know. And when Taylor found out Joe was a secret Swiftie, she’d teased him mercilessly, promising to quiz him on song lyrics over dinner.

The two of you have been careful so far, sticking to the usual boundaries when phones are out and cameras are snapping. But then comes the moment. The hard launch.

You don’t know he’s planning it. It’s Joe, after all—calm, collected, never one to do anything impulsive without a hundred layers of thought. The picture goes live on his Instagram late in the afternoon, just as the sun is starting to dip below the trees.

The photo is subtle in that effortless, Joe Burrow way, but anyone with eyes can see what it is. It’s a snapshot of the dock, golden light reflecting off the water. You’re sitting with your back to the camera, legs dangling off the edge, wearing an oversized Bengals hoodie that could only belong to one person. Joe’s in the frame too, though only partially—just his legs stretched out next to you, and his hand resting casually on your knee. There’s no caption, just the kind of emoji Joe loves to use, simple and vague—a single wave 🌊

The internet explodes.

You realize it’s out when your phone starts buzzing nonstop, notifications lighting up your screen like fireworks. Group texts, Instagram DMs, Twitter tags—everyone and their mom has an opinion about the post. Your brothers are the first to call.

Joe wanders into the kitchen then, shirtless and still damp from a swim, his hair curling slightly from the lake water. He raises an eyebrow when he sees you on the phone, and you wave him over, switching to speaker.

“Speaking of,” Jason says loudly. “Joey! Nice post, buddy.”

Joe smirks, leaning casually against the counter. “Thanks. Figured it was time.”

“Time?!” Travis is howling now. “You just dropped the most casual ‘we’re dating’ announcement of all time, and all you’ve got is ‘figured it was time’?”

Joe shrugs, unbothered. “Seemed like the right vibe.”

Jason sighs dramatically. “Well, congrats, I guess. You’re officially one of us now.”

“Welcome to the family,” Travis chimes in, still laughing. “But just know, you’re never gonna live this down.”

Joe grins, glancing at you, his expression softening. “I can handle it.”

Later that night, as the two of you sit by the fire, Taylor strumming a guitar nearby while your brothers argue about s’mores ratios, your phone buzzes intermittently with notifications. You can’t help but marvel at how unshaken Joe is by all of it. He just laughs when you bring it up, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Let them talk,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ve got nothing to hide anymore.”

And as the fire crackles and your family’s laughter drifts through the night, you realize he’s right. The world knows now, and somehow, it doesn’t feel scary—it feels freeing.

[svgarseason]

𖹭 cw explicit, smut, fluff

══════════════𖹭 MINORS DNI 𖹭═════════════

PT 1 ⋆ PT 2 ⋆ PT 3 ⋆ PT 4 ⋆ PT 5 ⋆ PT 6 ⋆ PT 7

English Professor Nanami tells you that he wants to do this right as he takes your slender hand between his two large ones. It's kind of cute the way he blanches when you shake your head and tell him it's too late for that, now.

"I mean take me home," you clarify.

Professor Nanami likes it that you call his house 'home', but he doesn't tell you that. "At least let me take you to dinner first," he says.

"Coffee," you say. It's a compromise.

Professor Nanami nearly chokes on his americano when you slide your stockinged foot up his calf, and between his knees under the table at the cafe that he takes you to. Gone is all the stuttering shyness from before. Seems a million years ago that you sat across his desk from him gathering the courage to ask a simple question. Resurrected is all the trembling eagerness that had buzzed just beneath the surface of your skin all this time.

Professor Nanami has always liked that about you, your eagerness. Although now he glares at you over the rims of his glasses as your toes trace his hardening length through his slacks. He shakes his head, a slow one-two warning . You lift the straw out of your iced latte and lick the whipped cream from the end of it. You wonder if you'll pay for your insolence.

Professor Nanami is kind, but he can wax authoritarian if provoked. In any case, the two of you take your things to go. In a way, his slow hands and slower tongue are a kind of torture. Perhaps this is your punishment.

Professor Nanami is a thoughtful man. Purposeful in everything he does. The picture of restraint. His hands redirect your eager fingers when they rush to undo buttons and shed clothes. If it were left up to you, you wouldn't even have made it to his bedroom. But it wasn't left up to you.

Professor Nanami takes his time with you. His lips and tongue taste each inch of newly revealed skin as he undresses you slowly. As he pulls a nipple into his mouth, you look down to see him watching your face as your lips fall open in a moan.

By the time he works his way down to your inner thighs, you're trembling and bucking your hips toward his face. His thick fingers dig into the fat of your thighs, simultaneously holding you down and forcing your legs apart. Your clit pulses, your walls clench around nothing as he grazes the skin of your inner thighs with his teeth. Then his the tip of his tongue is tracing your outer lips, tasting the slick that has gathered even there.

"Fuck, Kento," you groan, fisting your hand in his hair and attempting, in vain, to drag him forward. "Please?"

He pulls his face away from your cunt and smiles softly. Maddening.

"You never called me that before," he says.

"I'll call you anything you want if you just..." you squirm underneath his hands and try to tug his mouth toward your aching pussy. He lets you tug at him but doesn't budge a millimeter.

"Anything?" He says.

When all you can manage in response is a long whine, he buries his tongue into your dripping folds.

You barely have time to choke out the words "Not yet! I don't wanna-" before he drags his tongue over your clit, draws a few tight circles around it and sucks in in between his lips. And just like that's it's over. You're quaking underneath him as he pulls moan after moan from your throat. Even as it becomes too much and you try to squirm away, his hands squeeze your hips and drag you back to his hungry mouth. He hums vibrations into your cunt that spread through your guts like white- hot veins of lightning as he laps up everything that spills out of you.

But it isn't over, because he does it over and over again. He does it until all you can do is sob out, "I can't, I can't," as your legs twitch in an exhausted attempt to free your overstimulated clit from his tongue.

"Yes you can," he insists breathlessly before fastening his mouth to your cunt again. Your body seizes up in yet another mind-numbing orgasm as you gush into his mouth, your twitching fingers grasping weakly at his hair.

You look down through tear-blurred eyes to see the side of his face resting against your thigh. He's propped on one side stroking his cock as he watches you come in his mouth.

"Fuck you're perfect," he grasps, thumbing his weeping slit. His hips buck forward as he fucks his fist. "Always get so fucking hard for you."

Despite the now countless number of times he's made you come already, your sex throbs to hear him talk like that. You watch him pump his veiny length in a kind of dazed awe of the sheer size of him. Your thighs attempt to squeeze together at the sight of how thick he is, your walls clenching at the thought of the stretch of him inside you. Your lips part in fascination at the length of him, too, as his fat, leaking tip kisses the skin over his navel, leaving pearly smears of pre.

All you can do is whine weakly as he slips his fingers inside of you. First one, then two. When his thumb finds your clit, it doesn't even matter that his rhythm falters, you sob out his names in broken syllables as you come almost immediately. Vision whiting out, ears ringing.

"Oh my god, I can't," you whimper as he rolls onto his back and drags you on top of him.

"You can," he grunts. He manipulates you weight as if it's nothing. "You're so good," he rasps, "you can."

Your inner thighs burn as they split open over the muscled girth of his own.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, eyes widening in genuine fear as his swollen pink tip bullies its was between your pussy lips. A few final protests fall from your mouth as he grips his dick with one hand, your ass with the other and pushes you down onto him. Your cunt is so sloppy wet that it's easier than you think, but the stretch is intense enough to draw a strangled moan from your lips.

Your walls are still fluttering from your most recent orgasm, which makes it difficult for Nanami to sit inside you and let you adjust, but he grits his teeth and does it anyway. He passes the agonizing minutes by pawing at your tits, rolling your nipples, murmuring how beautiful and perfect you are.

Then his hands slide down to your hips and start to guide you. "Come on, baby," he groans. "You can do it."

And you do. You fuck him with a vigor you wouldn't have thought possible from your jellied legs. His heart is a drum beat racing under your palm as you brace yourself against the springy muscle of his chest. When your rhythm falters because you are coming on his cock for the first time, he flips you onto your back and fucks you so deep you feel the electric kiss of his tip against your cervix with every thrust.

"Can I-" he whimpers as his hips stutter, his thrusts fast and choppy.

"Yes," you gasp rolling your hips up to meet his sloppy thrusts, "Oh fuck, yeah come in me. I ne-"

And he does. He swallows your plea and laps at your mouth, moaning into it as he empties himself into you. You feel the seemingly endless, hot pulse of his come against your quivering walls.

He murmurs your name into your ear as he collapses on top of you, a damp, warm weight. Alive and pulsing with a new kind of energy. "So good," he whispers. "So perfect."

You are, you think as your eyes flutter closed.

[girliism]

before patrick there was you. the first person art ever considered a best friend. meeting in the first grade, you being the only kid in your class who cared enough to befriend the new kid.

“what’s your name?” younger you sat next to him.

art surveyed you. with your wild untamed hair, five different band-aids coving your body, and mix match crocs. “art.”

“cool.” you gave him a wide grin.

-

you practically glued yourself to art. where he was you were.

he hated it in the beginning. he thought you were weird and he didn’t wanna brand himself as “the guy with the girl best friend.” but he couldn’t escape you.

it was an odd duo the two of you made but somehow it worked. no matter what it was you guys trusted each other blindly. so when you showed up to his house in the middle of the night begging him to grab his bike and meet you at the corner he couldn’t not do just that.

“where are we going?” art said, out of breath from running from his house to the stop sign with his bike where you were waiting for him. “i can’t be out so late, you know i have church in the morning.”

you rolled your eyes. “can you not be such a loser for like one second little mouse. we won’t even be gone long.”

art blushed at the mention of that nickname. “i’m not a mouse.” he murmured.

the two of you rode through the dark empty streets, the wind was blowing in your faces and your legs burning from how fast you were going.

art slowed down parking in front of the entrance to a hiking trail. “what, uh- what are we doing here?” you turned to look behind you. “follow me and find out.” you had that all too familiar mischievous smile on your face.

you guys walked the trail with your bikes in hand. you led art off the official walkway and into a more secluded place. before art could say anything he was met with the sight a huge lake, the light from the moon reflecting off of it and lighting up the wooded area.

“i found this like two days ago. been dying to show you.” you told him, stripping your clothes to reveal the one piece you had on before jumping in water.

art watched you swim. your body going under for a period of time then resurfacing. you let out giggles every now and then, kicking your feet and twisting yourself around in the water. “get in little mouse.” you splashed water on him snapping him out the trance you put him in.

“wish you would’ve told me we were going swimming.” art pulled off his pajamas leaving him in only boxers. he wade into the water, shivering slightly at the cold temperature. “was supposed to be a surprise.” you spoke softly.

you and art played around in the water for what felt like hours before settling down to float on your backs, your feet floating by his head and vice versa. your guys hands griped each other’s forearms so neither of you drifted away.

everything around you two felt still. like you guys were the only two people in the world. “i’m so glad we’re starting middle school together.” you thought out loud breaking the peaceful silence. “yeah… me too.” art said distantly. he hadn’t told you yet.

after a while of floating there you eventually got tired of the pruning feeling on your hands and feet so the the two of you got out.

art nervously eyed you putting your clothes back on. he had to tell you now before you heard it from his mother and felt even more betrayed.

“hey, i have to tell you something.” art chewed on the inside of his mouth. “you know that tennis academy i told you about.” you nodded looking up at him from typing your shoes. “well, my mom sighed me up and they accepted me so i’ll be starting school there next year not here with you.”

you didn’t react right away. you gave yourself a second to take in what he said. “your leaving me?” art shook his head. “no, i mean not really. we’ll have summer and winter break. plus weekly calls home. we can chat online as well.” you let out a loud annoyed groan. “what about the days in between that. the days where i’ll be here alone.” art gaped at you not knowing what to say.

“i-i’m sorry.” he squeaked.

one thing you hated about art was that he had a tendency to apologize for things that he didn’t need to. deep down you knew you had no right to be mad at him, but you were hurt and that hurt translated into anger.

“whatever.”

-

the bike ride back to art’s house was silent and cold, you shivered as the air hit your still wet bodies.

you guys parked in front of the dondalson house and art shifted on his feet debating whether to speak or not. “so…. i’ll call you tomorrow?” you grunted out a response before riding off.

even though you were upset with art you still spent the rest of the almost ending summer with him. trying to use all the rest of the time you had left with him.

-

it was the last week of summer and you were helping art pack his stuff into the. “sorry your parents won’t let you fly florida with us.” art threw one of his bags into the trunk. you shrugged. “it’s fine, it’ll give me time to missed you.” you picked at a lose thread on you shorts awkwardly before pulling out a brown wooden box. “i made this for you, you know since i may never see you again.” you said. art rolled his eyes at your dramatics but took the box from your hands.

it was one of those boxes you’d find at an antique store that’s been around for years.

art unlocked the little latch and looked inside. it was filled with memorabilia from through out your guys friendship. “you do know i’m not dying right?” art joked. “mmm, you never know.” art shook his head before throwing his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. “thanks.” you tightened your arms around his body, and buried your face in his neck. “no problem, little mouse.”

“alright you two, time to go” art’s moms voice pulled you guys apart. “you all ready artie?” art gave you one last longing look before turning to his mother. “yeah.”

“don’t forget to message me when your settled in.” you yelled to art who was hanging out the window waving at you. “don’t forget to answer!” he yelled back.

art watched you through the back window. your figure getting smaller and smaller. he didn’t turn around in his seat until they turned the corner and even then he looked back every once in a while.

you stood there for like twenty whole minutes hoping that mr and mrs.dondalson would realize they couldn’t bare sending art so far away and turn back around, but they never did. so you went home.

-

[crimsonnsstuff]

In-ho who gets fed up with the optimistic girl on Gi-huns team who questions how he's so good at things and its almost like he had done it before, worried his cover is blown he finds a way to shut her mouth before she tells Gi-hun 🤭

You always found In-ho really sweet and interesting, that was until after the six legged penthalon. He got assigned spinning top as his game. He got it in one try and the whole team cheered.

After the game you asked him how he did it in one try. “How did you do it so quick? It’s almost liek you’ve done this before” you joke. His face falls. You tilt your head at him. “I..I just grew up playing a lot of games.” He says. You grew a bit suspicious.

I’m mingle, during the last round, Gi-hun asked him what the number of players would be. “Two.” He said, looking at you, but talking to Gi-hun. “Two” the voice calls out. In-ho grabs you and pulls you into the room.

Now it was lights out and you were sitting on your bunk. You see In-ho walking towards the door. He knocks on it and the guard looks through the peeky thing. The guard opens it without any problems. Your eyebrows furrow, confused.

You debate on whether or not you should tell Gi-hun about everything that happened. You liked him and you felt safe around him. You sit there for a while. You finally crawl out of your bed and slowly walk over to Gi-Huns bed. Just as you’re about to tap him on the shoulder to wake him up, someone wraps their hand around your mouth and grabs you.

You kick your legs, not able to see anything in the dark. The person puts their other hand over your eyes. The presence drags you to the bathroom. You hear a knock and then the door opens. You whine into their hand as they drag you to the bathroom. The door closes behind you. They take their hand off of your eyes and you see the light. They throw you onto the floor.

You look up and see In-ho. Your eyes widen. “What were you just about to do, huh?” He growls. “I-I- uh..I was waking up Gi-him to see if he would go to the bathroom with me, yeah! I didn’t wanna go by myself.” You say pathetically.

“No you weren’t.” He says. “You were gonna snitch on me, weren’t you?” You crawl back. “No..” he gets down onto the floor in front of you, grabbing your knees and spreading your legs open. “Yes, you were. And we can’t have that.”

He quickly discard your clothes and you try to cover yourself. “Nuh, uh..let me see.” He groans as you slowly pull your hands away. He crawls closer to you. He latches his mouth around your nipple, sucking gently. Suddenly, he bites it and you yelp.

He slaps you across the face. “Shut the fuck up.” He growls. He reaches his fingers down in between your legs and shoves his fingers into your wet cunt. He begins to roughly scissor them, thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. Your juices were sopping all over the floor.

“Such a greedy little cunt, dripping all over my hand.” He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your mouth. “Suck.” He says. You take his fingers in your mouth and then he pulls them out. He slaps your inner thigh, causing your body to jerk,

“Fuck, look at that pussy..” he groans, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your clit before pulling back and slapping your pussy, causing your juice to leak on the floor.

He pulls his cock out, not bothering to take his clothes off. He slams into you, not caring if it hurts or not. You scream out and he slaps the side of your thigh. He reaches over and grabs your panties on the floor. He bunches them into a hall and shoves them into your mouth, gagging you and making you taste your own wetness. You gag around it.

A tear runs down your face and he leans down and licks it off. He spreads your legs wider and looks down at where you guys meet. “Fuck..your pussy is so pretty..” he mumbles. You scratch at his arms and he pinches your nipple. “Hand to yourself.” He grunt as your hands drop to your sides.

“Gonna cum in this pussy…gonna make you walk around with my cum dripping out of you.” He mutters, head thrown back and his Addams apple bobbing. He lets out a guttural moan as he cums deep in you. You whine around the gag, desperately trying to push him off of you. He pulls out, pinning you down so he can watch his cum ooze out of you.

“You’re lucky I only stuck my fingers and dick in you..I could’ve done way worse.”

[thewertsearch]

TG: jakes bday is coming up really soon TG: just a few days before mine remembr […] TG: i just wanted your advice on what to get him TG: something sentimental i guess? but i mean im mostly tapped out of precious heirlooms atm so idk TG: but not like anything coming on too strong

I don't think you need to overthink things, where Jake is concerned. Just like John, he strikes me as a rather straightforward guy, and would probably appreciate the direct approach.

Seriously, just be upfront with your feelings. He'll respond with either "capital! let us begin courting, post-haste!", or "sincerest apologies, my dear compatriot, but my heart lies with my cerulean beauties!"

Either way, the issue will be resolved. Simple as that.

TG: something that says TG: this is totes platonic and everything TG: no eyebrow raising funnybiz is goin on over here TG: but still says you know TG: call me TG: if you wanna

Nah, I'm just fucking with you.

These are teenagers. They're full of big emotions that they don't know what to do with, and they're navigating the treacherous waters of romance without a map. I might have dunked on Eridan when he said it, back in our Hivebent days, but when you're a kid, growing up really is hard, and nobody does understand. Not even you.

Roxy's not going to initiate a frank discussion about her feelings with Jake - she's going to pine for at least fifty pages, and then impulsively confess everything at once, probably in the middle of a crisis. Sometimes, that's just how it goes, when you're a teenager - and it's always how it goes when you're a fictional teenager.

TG: u dont think that if i didnt say he was off limits on account of you being my best friend TG: i wouldnt be all the hell over that????

Wait, ok. So Roxy is pretending she's going to flirt with Jake - but she's really just messing with Jane, because Jane's also into him.

It's nice that there's no bad blood between the two as a result. You just know that in a lesser story, Jane and Roxy would proceed to squabble over this guy until it completely ruined their friendship. Thank you, Homestuck, very cool!

TG: you dont even let me say your dad is hot even though we both know he way the fuck is i mean come one

In every timeline, Roxy is destined to swoon over the prefect gentleman that is Dad Egbert.

GG: I don't see why you don't try to court the favor of Mr. Strider. If you ask me, he and you are perfect for each other. TG: oh jane TG: so naive TG: soooo niaev

The Bro we knew probably shouldn't have been dating anyone. Perhaps this version of him is equally unapproachable, and Roxy knows it - his little out-of-office responder would certainly suggest that that's the case.

GG: How can you be this fargone so early? […] TG: its a lot later here GG: You're three hours ahead of me! TG: youd would be amazed TG: how much can happen TG: in 3 hours GG: Tsk. What would your mother have to say if she caught you? TG: p sure she wouldnt give a shit

Rose, what the fresh fuck!

Look - guys, I know she's not exactly the maternal type, but come on. Even the adult Roxy, absent and alcoholic as she was, at least lifted a finger to keep her daughter safe, and you're telling me Rose can't even clear that bar?

Maybe Roxy's projecting a little. Rose often assumed her mother was acting in bad faith, even when that wasn't necessarily the case, and there's no reason that something similar couldn't be happening here.

...right?

[daenysx]

mmmm any thoughts on modern!sirius? 😌

YES, here are some modern!sirius headcanons (at least what i imagine)

um- so this man is hauntingly beautiful

i think sirius has this intimidating kind of beauty, you wanna look away but you can't

black curls and shiny eyes and lovely lips

written by lana del rey

his favorite lana album is ultraviolence

leather jacket is a life style

he once wore it when it's snowing like when it's dangerously cold and got sick after

remus was like 'what were you expecting'

and sirius was like 'mm-no regrets'

charming as hell

and he's like super sarcastic

just imagine how charming he should be to let you ignore his sarcasm

he likes drinking americano with an extra shot

always cold hands. only gets warm when he lets you hold them.

leans down to hear you better. and what is this like the boyfriend material?

he's a night owl, enjoys the darkness of the night and the silence of his room

but then he can never wake up on time in the morning

he sleeps with three pillows

puts his head between two of them and uses the other to wrap his arm around it

his hair always gets messy but he knows how to fix them by using the right products (we all know he knows what to use right?)

tattoos

lots of them sprinkled on his chest

likes being kissed on them

loves getting hickeys on them

oh- speaking of hickeys let me get a lil smutty here

i feel like he knows what he wants and also knows how to get it

teases a lot but you don't even notice sometimes because he kisses his way out of everything

a big fan of sleepy sex

also a big fan of having you on top

he likes wearing rings and guess what

he doesn't really take them off when he touches you

he always talks you through it

adores how you tilt your head back as he makes you come- and the noises you let out

yeah you have him wrapped around your finger right there

smokes after sex

loves having the windows open and feel the fresh air on his bare skin

he's so dramatic sometimes

sometimes?

oops sorry i meant always

but he looks good when he pouts so do we even care

he likes when you pull his hair (i literally have a fic for it right here)

and he's kinda insatiable when he's not sleepy or grumpy, he just likes touching and being close to you

drives remus crazy by doing literally anything

he loves doing it (we kinda ship them here you know this) so he'll never stop

he would die for remus and james

and regulus

oh regulus

in my mind they always argue but they would die for each other so-

happy happy life with the black brothers

sirius pretends he hates it when you say regulus is right on something but he actually enjoys it- like i said a man of drama

loves getting forehead kisses (click here for more on this!)

loves falling asleep on your thighs

loves getting his hair played with

do i really have to say he loves slow scratches on his skin? i mean he's modern life padfoot come on

speaking of padfoot- he's a dog person

he thinks he can actually speak with dogs

i think that's all i have for now

you can send me an ask if you want more! <3

[delilahsturniolo]

𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓’𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 — 𝒄.𝒔 ᥫ᭡⋆˚࿔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 . . . 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 💌

in which . . . y/n and chris attend boston university, the both of you are always competing and bickering with each other academically. one day, chris suddenly asks you to help him make his ex jealous. the only problem is, you can’t stand each other. what happens when chris can no longer keep his true feelings about you a secret?

warnings . . . none, rlly short.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

one, two, three, four, five.

you hadn’t spoken with chris ever since you were at his house to work on the project. and honestly, you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders by doing so. right now, you were currently out shopping with nick. he was helping you pick out a dress for boston university’s annual winter ball. you weren’t sure who you were going with, or if you even wanted to go in the first place. but, nick insisted on you going.

you stepped out of the dressing room, nick lifted his head from his phone to look at you. the dress was a long dress that flowed down your body. “ooh! i like this one! you might trip on it though, so maybe not.” nick clapped, looking like a proud parent as you spun around in confidence.

“don’t you think it’s too much?” you asked nick, dusting off the dress. “y/n, if anything i think it’s too little. next one!” nick joked. you laughed, going back into the changing room and closing the curtain, stepping out of the dress.

you never usually went to parties, or school dances. you were honestly more lame than you thought you were. all you did was study, study, and study. you felt a pit in your stomach, knowing everyone had a date to the ball and was going to have fun, except you. you changed into the your next dress option, stepping out of the changing room with hesitation, smiling as nick’s jaw dropped.

“this is the one, you look so beautiful!” nick cheered, immediately making you feel better about yourself. “pleaseeee buy it y/n.” nick begged, jumping up and down with excitement.

“i really like it but…there’s no point.” you sighed, your shoulders slumping. nick tilted his head in confusion as those words came out of your mouth.

“i have no one to go with, nick.” you turned your head to look at him, he shook his head. “y/n, you can’t just ditch your first winter ball, this is really important. besides, you don’t necessarily need a date to have fun, y’know.” nick crossed his arms, trying to convince you to go.

“or you could go with chris.” nick suggested, making you scoff and shake your head immediately. “nope, no way. plus, he’s already going with victoria.” you explained to nick.

“what’s happening between the two of you anyway? i could’ve sworn you both hated each other’s guts.” you bit down on your lip as nick said this. if you were being honest, you had no fucking clue what was going on between you and chris, everything was back to how it was before.

“it’s—complicated.” you rubbed your eyes, looking into the mirror and examining the dress on your body. it was such a pretty dress, you really wanted it more than anything. but you couldn’t, you just couldn’t. you didn’t even wanna go to the ball, the thought of seeing chris and victoria there together made you feel sick to your stomach.

“you know what..? i think we should maybe come back another day, i’m not really feeling this dress anymore.” you lied right through your teeth, and nick knew. he knew exactly what you were thinking. nick put his phone in his back pocket and looked at you, seemingly with pity.

“are you sure? i don’t know if we’ll get another dress in time.” nick tried to persuade you, but you only shook your head. “no no, it’s okay. i just—need to get out of here.” nick frowned at your statement, but he nodded in understanding as you went back into the dressing room and closed the curtain once more. “yeah…yeah, that’s okay.” nick spoke softly, he was so worried about you.

and to be honest, you were worried about yourself. you had no idea what was going to happen.

© delilahsturniolo do not copy, re use, or modify any of my works.

[lifefragments]

Crawling back to you

Pairing: Jayce x Reader Genre: Angst, Slow-Burn Romance, Longing Inspired by: Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys Setting: Arcane post-Season 1, late-night encounter in Piltover

The streets of Piltover were unusually quiet as you made your way through the cobbled alleys that led toward Jayce’s workshop. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the city’s rooftops, and the cold night air bit at your skin. But despite the chill, your heart pounded in your chest, each step you took feeling heavier than the last.

It had been weeks since you’d last seen Jayce. Weeks since you’d last felt the warmth of his presence, the unspoken bond you once shared. It was strange how things could change so quickly—how the connection that had once been so effortless now felt strained, hanging in the balance of unspoken words and unresolved feelings. You weren’t sure what had led you here tonight. Maybe it was the sleepless nights, the constant replaying of every conversation, every glance, every touch. Or maybe it was just the nagging question that had been eating at you: Did he feel it too?

The workshop door loomed in front of you, slightly ajar, as if Jayce had been expecting someone. You hesitated for a moment, nerves twisting in your stomach. What if this was a mistake? What if coming here tonight only made things worse? But before you could talk yourself out of it, you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The soft hum of machinery filled the space, and the warm glow of lanterns bathed the workshop in an amber light. Jayce was at his workbench, his back to you, lost in whatever project he had thrown himself into. He hadn’t noticed you yet, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to just watch him—the way his hands moved with precision, the furrow of concentration on his brow. It was a sight you had grown familiar with over the years, but tonight, it felt different. There was something heavy in the air between you, a tension that hadn’t been there before.

Finally, you cleared your throat, and Jayce’s head snapped up at the sound. His eyes met yours, wide with surprise, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The weight of everything unsaid hung between you, thick and suffocating.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice rough from disuse.

You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling unsure of yourself. You hadn’t exactly planned this—hadn’t thought about what you’d say once you were face-to-face with him. “I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice softer than you intended. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

Jayce nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours, and you could see the flicker of something in his eyes—something you hadn’t seen in a long time. “Yeah,” he muttered, his tone quieter now, almost vulnerable. “Neither can I.”

You stood there for a moment, the distance between you feeling impossibly wide despite being only a few feet apart. You could feel the unspoken question hanging in the air: Why? Why couldn’t either of you sleep? Why couldn’t you let go of this, of each other?

Jayce let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he turned away from the workbench. “I didn’t think you’d come back here,” he said, his voice low and laced with something you couldn’t quite place—regret, maybe, or longing.

“I didn’t either,” you confessed, stepping closer but still keeping a careful distance between you. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about… everything. About us.”

His shoulders tensed at your words, and you saw the way his jaw clenched, like he was holding something back. “I didn’t want things to end like this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never wanted to push you away.”

The ache in your chest grew at his words. You had felt the distance between you growing over the last few months, like a silent wall that neither of you knew how to tear down. He had been consumed by his work, by his role as Piltover’s shining hero, and in the process, he had started to pull away from you. But the truth was, you had pulled away too. You had been scared—scared of what this all meant, of how deep your feelings for him really ran.

“I know,” you said quietly, your voice trembling slightly. “But it feels like we’ve been dancing around this for so long, Jayce. I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore.”

Jayce looked at you then, really looked at you, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. There was something raw in his expression, something that told you he had been thinking about this just as much as you had. “Neither do I,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. About us. Every time I try to focus, every time I think I’ve moved on, you’re still there. In my head. In everything.”

Your breath hitched at his words. It was the confession you hadn’t expected, but the one you had been longing to hear. The truth was, you had felt it too. That constant pull, that lingering thought of him, always in the back of your mind no matter how hard you tried to forget.

“Do you really mean that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, afraid to hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did.

Jayce took a step closer, his gaze locked on yours, and you could feel the intensity of his presence, the heat radiating off him despite the cold of the night. “I wouldn’t lie about that,” he said, his voice firm but full of vulnerability. “I’ve been trying to figure out what this all means, but the truth is… I’m scared. Scared of messing this up. Scared of losing you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, his words wrapping around you like a lifeline. You had been scared too—scared of the same things. But hearing him say it out loud made it feel real, like the weight of the unspoken had finally been lifted.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly as you took a tentative step toward him. “But we can’t keep pretending like this doesn’t matter. Like we don’t matter.”

Jayce let out a shaky breath, his eyes softening as he reached out to take your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, it felt like everything around you had fallen away. It was just the two of you—no expectations, no fears, just the raw truth of what you felt for each other.

“I don’t want to pretend anymore,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I want this. I want you.”

The words hit you like a wave, and before you could stop yourself, you closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. His arms came around you just as quickly, pulling you close as if he was afraid you might slip away.

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. You just held each other, the silence between you filled with the unspoken promise that things could be different. That maybe, despite all the fears and doubts, you could find a way to make this work.

When you finally pulled back, Jayce’s gaze was soft but full of determination. “I don’t know where we go from here,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I know I don’t want to lose you again.”

You nodded, your heart racing as you met his gaze. “Then let’s figure it out together.”

Jayce smiled—a small, tentative smile, but one filled with hope.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, the uncertainty that had been hanging over you both seemed to fade, replaced by something stronger. Something real.

[bryan-writes]

Love is in the details— Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: You’re helping Fred redecorate the flat above Weaslys’ Wizard Wheezes :)

I wrote it w fem! Reader in mind but there aren’t any pronouns mentioned (correct me if I’m wrong pls!), domestic fluff, short and super sweet!

Lettme know if y’all like this one :), I wanna write more oneshots! Pls send requests if there’s anything you’d like to see me write <3

The beautiful dividers are by @cafekitsune :)

The flat above Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was a disaster zone. Half-assembled furniture was cluttered in corners, mismatched paint swatches smeared the walls, and an old sofa sat awkwardly in the middle of the room, like a relic of chaos. The air smelled faintly of fresh paint and Fred’s cologne— a scent you could never quite place but always made your heart race.

“Alright, love,” Fred said, hands on his hips as he surveyed the mess with a grin. “What’s next on our list of tortures?”

“Second,” you continued, grabbing the checklist from the table, “we need to decide on a color for this wall. And I swear to Merlin, if you suggest purple and gold stripes again, I’m walking out!”

Fred gasped, clutching his chest. “You wound me! Those stripes were a stroke of genius!”

“They were an eyesore,” you countered, grinning.

“Fine, fine. You pick, but don’t blame me when it turns out boring.”

You rolled your eyes, flipping through the paint swatches. “You’re impossible.”

Fred leaned closer, resting his chin on your shoulder as you browsed. “And yet, you’re still here. Must mean you secretly like me.” His breath tickled your ear, and you nearly dropped the swatches.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, though the warmth spreading up your neck betrayed you.

Fred’s chuckle was low and soft, but he stayed close, watching as you pointed to a soft blue. “This one,” you said firmly. “It’s calming. You need calming.”

“Are you saying I’m not calm?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You smirked. “You? Calm? Never.”

Fred straightened, grabbing the paint can with exaggerated determination. “Fine, calming blue it is. But you’re doing the edges.”

“Deal.”

Hours later, you were both covered in streaks of blue paint. A smear trenched across Fred’s cheek like a war stripe, and your arms looked like you’d been in a battle with a very enthusiastic artist. Despite the mess, the wall was finished, and it looked… surprisingly good.

Fred flopped onto the old sofa, groaning dramatically. “I’m a broken man.”

You laughed, sitting beside him. “Oh, please. You painted, like, two-thirds of one wall.”

“Exactly,” he said, turning his head to look at you. “I’ve given everything I had. My blood, sweat, and tears.”

“More like your bad jokes and terrible painting!”

Fred’s grin softened, and he reached out to brush a streak of blue off your cheek with his thumb. The playful atmosphere shifted slightly, the air growing quieter, warmer.

“You’re good at this,” he said, voice lower than before.

“At what? Painting?”

“Making a mess look like a home,” he said simply.

Your heart stuttered, and you looked away, focusing on a random spot on the wall. “Well, someone has to keep you in check.”

“You’re good at that too.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that said more than words could.

“You’ve got a bit of paint… right here,” Fred said, his fingers brushing your cheek again. His touch lingered this time, and when you turned to look at him, his eyes were already on you.

“Fred…” you started, but the words caught in your throat.

“Yeah?” He said softly, his gaze flicking to your lips for just a second.

You could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken something that had been building for weeks, maybe months. Your hand moved on its own, reaching up to rest on his wrist.

“I think…” you began, but he didn’t let you finish.

Fred leaned in, his lips brushing yours in the lightest of kisses, testing, waiting. When you didn’t pull away, he kissed you again, deeper this time, his free hand sliding to your waist. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his paint-speckled shirt.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and a little dazed, Fred grinned. “So, does this mean you secretly like me?”

You laughed, leaning your forehead against his. “You’re impossible.”

“But loveable,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your nose.

“Yeah,” you admitted, your smile softening. “Loveable.”

Fred pulled you closer, and for a while, you both forgot about the mess around you. The flat above the joke shop might still have been a work in progress, but for the first time, it truly felt like home.

[novvabee]

ok loved the poly!marauders bedroom thoughts, could you maybe write one for poly!rosekiller? ❤️

Alright alright y’all know the drill this is 18+ MDNI

I present to you: poly!rosekiller bedroom thoughts!

Alright first up, I think that Barty is a switch through and through. He loves to be in control, absolutely, but the second you wanna take over, he is willing and ready for whatever. If you are more on the dominant side, he would practically beg for you to let it lose. I feel like Barty has no shame whatsoever letting you do anything and everything to him. We all know he would literally die on the spot if Evan told him to, and I feel like he would give you that same respect lol. I think that if you and Evan are dominating Barty, he could die a happy man right then and there because that is already his idea of a perfect afterlife. And let’s be real here, I think that Barty is the most down with pegging so if that is your thing, he would be all for it. Now, if you are more submissive, I feel like Barty would be the overly caring and nurturing one out of the two. I think that Barty would take the BEST care of you because you are his baby, his love and life. Whatever you ask for, it is done, no questions asked. He would quite literally worship you and his favorite way to show his dedication would be none other than burying his face between your thighs for hours. If he could, Barty would eat you out all day long, not coming up for air, food, water, or rest. This man is devoted to his loves and will lose himself in your pleasure. Barty enjoys you riding him no matter if you’re more in a dominant or submissive mood, so that he could watch your tits so close to his face. He would also LOVE making you into a pillow princess. Now this is one thing that he and Evan disagree on, Evan believes that you should have to work a little bit for your pleasure, but as said before, Barty is willing to give you everything you want and need, all you have to do is lie back and take it. I feel like Barty’s favorite form of punishment/torment is overstimulation, making you cum over and over again until you are literally pushing away from him and Evan tells him it's enough.

Now Evan is also a switch, but I can see him leaning more on the dominant side. I think that he would love to watch you and Barty, no matter who is in control. He takes pleasure in seeing not only one but both of his partners in complete ecstasy. If you are more dominant, Evan would give in, not as quickly as Barty, but wouldn’t put up too much of a fight. I think that he would rather share Barty, allowing you both dominate him (which Barty is completely on board with by the way) rather than have you in control of them both, but if that is what you prefer he will absolutely give in. he will just push Barty down a peg on the totem pole so that he feel slightly more in control. And if you are on the submissive side, Evan is a little more hard on you than Barty. Evan loves seeing you on your knees for him, like I said before, he believes that you should work a little bit for your pleasure, and this is his favorite way to put you to work. He loves threading his fingers through your hair or pulling it up for you so that he could get a better hold to fuck your throat. Evan, like Barty, would also worship you, but his preferred method is to sing your praises; “fuck baby, your mouth is so good” “you’re so tight baby, making me feel so good” “I love when you look at me like that while I fuck you/your mouth”. Now one of his favorite things to do is team up with Barty on you, he’ll play the ‘bad cop’ while Barty plays more of the ‘good cop’ and he would relish in the confusion it causes you, not knowing who to listen to but trying your best to please them both. Usually this ends in Evan giving in and finally give you what you want, usually just joining in on whatever Barty is already doing to you. Evan’s favorite form of punishment/torment is orgasm denial. He would love to build you up then pull away and hear you whine for just a moment before going back and then actually giving you what you want. If he is feeling particularly mischievous, he will watch as Barty is eating you out and when you are right on the edge, he will distract Barty by shoving his cock in Barty’s mouth or simply by pulling him away from you to shove his tongue in Barty’s mouth to get a taste of you for himself.

...wow

[aylish91]

Ooo, I'm SO obsessed with your nagamob au!! I keep re-reading them!! I wanna know what happens after 'Caged Bird'. Is there a possibility you could continue it?

Happy year of the Snake and thank you for the wait Anons!!! I hope this finds you lovely and well!

Feathers and Claws

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The Fell’s home was not quite as lavish as the SF brothers or the Den, but the dining room was still nothing to scoff at. In the center of the room, a chandelier accented with gold shimmered with large crystalline shards. A few expensive paintings lined the walls and large ornate vases accented the windows. The table itself was about as high as a counter to accommodate the size of your hosts, the wood dark and sturdy.

Edge had once again cooked for you, or at least, graciously forced invited you down for dinner. You couldn’t tell if he actually wanted to feed you or brag about how good of a cook he was. Either way, he had ensured you were at the table every evening at exactly five.

Tonight was no different.

Despite the lingering ache behind your eyes and the brain fog from your concussion, you sat at the table on your slightly too short chair. Edge had removed his jacket and hat for the day, preferring rolled sleeves and a clear face when he cooked. It had been baffling how much less intimidating removing just those two articles made him look. He was still sharp and loud, but the lethal “edge” softened in their absence and made him seem smaller.

It was intriguing.

You had just about summoned enough energy and courage to comment on it when you nearly choked at the door slamming into the wall. It was no surprise that the culprit was a skeleton naga. What was surprising, however, was that it was a vaguely familiar blue and yellow, the white of his suit standing out against the darker colors of the room.

They wasted little time on pleasantries, slithering in and next to your side of the table with a pleasant grin.

“HELLO EDGE. IT’S BEEN A WHILE.”

Edge hissed, throwing his now bent fork onto the table. “BLUE. I WOULD SAY IT’S A PLEASURE, BUT I DON’T REMEMBER INVITING YOU.”

You cautiously watched as Blue’s grin ticked higher, the tip of his tail twitching.

“YOU DIDN’T. NOT THAT THAT MATTERS.” His eyelights flicked to you. “RUMOR HAD IT YOU HAD A LITTLE BIRD STAYING WITH YOU. I SIMPLY CAME TO COLLECT ON OUR DEAL.”

Your heart sank. You had almost forgotten your encounter with the snake back at the den. After everything, you honestly didn’t think any of it still applied. Luckily Edge seemed to share your thoughts, standing to sneer down at the other.

“YOU SO RUDELY INTERRUPTED OUR MEAL FOR THAT? WHATEVER DEAL YOU MAY HAVE MADE HAS NO MERIT HERE. THEY ARE UNDER FELL PROTECTION. LEAVE.”

The end of Blue’s tail twitched again. Outwardly, he didn’t seem too bothered by what was said, but the gleam in his eyelights and the pull at his grin unsettled you. Cocking his head, he spoke just a tad more slowly.

“I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND. DO YOU EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS?”

“NO”

It went silent as the two held each other's gaze. You could almost feel the animosity growing between them. It was extremely uncomfortable to sit there and watch and you really didn't want to stick around and find out if it turned into anything else.

Unfortunately, as you attempted to excuse yourself, Blue cut you off with a flick of his wrist. Leaning forward and looking down, he gave a great put-upon sigh before straightening.

“SUCH A SHAME. I GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WON’T MATTER THEN… PAPPY!"

Edge's sockets widened, but before you could blink, 'Pappy' appeared directly behind him. Hooking his arms under your host's armpits, he Lifted, dragging Edge back from the table to secure his hold and wind around his already thrashing coils. In turn, Edge reared and pushed back as much as he could against the slightly bigger naga. It was all you could do to jump from your chair away from the thrashing monsters.

"STRETCH! THE HELL DO YOU THINK—"

“Sorry Edge. Can’t have ya gettin' in the way.”

The lazy smirk Stretch gave was anything but apologetic. In a flash, he sank his fangs into the crook of Edge's neck. There were no words for the hissed and roared shriek that left Edge's gnashing jaws from the motion as their struggle began in earnest. Wood splintered from furious clawed hands and the scraping of scales. Black and red shifted and whipped dangerously beneath honeyed yellow, puffing to grow larger.

In his rage, Edge managed to grab and lift the table, flipping it over and almost on top of you with an explosion of food and dishes. Fortunately, Blue launched from his position at the last second, smirk falling as he slammed into it hard enough to shove it back and over to pin both Edge and Stretch. Then, using his momentum, he piled on top.

Standing, he looked his struggling victim eyelight to eyelight from above.

“YOU’RE ALWAYS GETTING IN THE WAY. IT’S ONLY FAIR I RETURN THE FAVOR, EDGE. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT WELL ENOUGH ALONE.”

Edge struggled and choked within Stretch's tightening hold, eyelights flaring like the fires of hell. “IDIOTS… I’M GOING… TO TEAR YOU BOTH APART…”

Chills ran down your spine at the strange giggle Blue released. The face he made along with it didn't seem to match. It was like that of an innocent child standing over you in the night with a knife. Blue and yellow matched that of fire in a macabre show of enjoyment, causing even Edge to still in anticipation. It made it feel as if everything stopped just for this moment as the smallest snake leaned further down into the space between them.

"I'D HARDLY THINK SO FRIEND. YOU'RE ALREADY SLIPPING~"

You had been trying to maneuver out of the room during the whole fight, but their thrashings tales and the table had been in the way. Now, you were able to use the disturbing distraction to flee. You didn't hear whatever choked reply Edge made, choosing to ignore everything but escape.

Skirting around the mass of colorful coils, you went for the door. You ran faster at the sound of an exceptionally loud his and your name frantically being called. You only had one goal in mind.

If the stars aligned, there was a chance you could get to Don Red's study before the dumpster fire behind you caught up. It was so close, only three doors down from the dining room at the end of the hall. Even if you didn't make it all the way, you were sure your screams would alert him of the danger.

It was foolproof…

If you were just a little faster.

You had made it all the way to the door, fingertips close enough to brush the fancy black engraved knob. But before you could fully grip it, a skeletal hand clamped around your mouth, pulling you back to press your front into the opposite wall.

You could feel the quickened rise and fall of your captor's chest from how firm they leaned into you; their breath warm and huffed against your ear.

"NOW… NOW. I'VE WAITED LONG ENOUGH FOR MY TURN, PRETTY BIRD. A DEAL IS A DEAL." Another hand snuck around your front to keep you close. "NO MORE GAMES… IT'S TIME TO COME HOME."

…

You wonder if Red ever heard you outside his door, or if he was even aware of anything at all...

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[courtj345]

what is going on with tumblr right now 😭 first we have people calling other people liars for showing off their success story without proof no offence but no one’s owes you proof, don’t be miserable and start attacking other people behind a screen demanding proof and calling them all sorts of names. you all need to get a good grip of yourselves and start thinking as a limitless fucking being and actually study LOA and the void. the void isn’t a genie either it’s just a state of consciousness where you are more connected to your subconscious mind?? but even then you can all manifest all of this shit fucking consciously too??? you don’t need the void for absolutely everything, it is not your saviour or a genie, it’s your subconscious mind who shifts realities for you to have your desire, we shift every second every day with every thought.

shifting realities is like shifting where everything is the same but you have your desire. you wanna manifest an SP? you just affirm and visualise and act like it’s already true but don’t go asking other people for their affirmations, majority of the time it’s in the post they post and there’s a reason most LOA coaches ban questions too cos some people ask the most ridiculous questions ever?? you can induce the void for desires sure but i am also meaning you don’t need it for everything you just need to step into your god power because the void is literally just a STATE of CONSCIOUSNESS it doesn’t grant your wishes your SUBCONSCIOUS does that because there is no limiting beliefs to interfere with it. but you have been manifesting your whole life, if you are assuming your life is shitty then you gotta change your assumption bb it’s about reprogramming your subconscious mind to get what you want, it’s doing self concept but also knowing it’s not the key to getting everything you want it just helps, you need to look at what limiting beliefs you might already have and you will need to affirm against you could be trying to manifest an SP but have some dominant belief from when ur sad ur gonna be alone for the rest of your life, it’s those type of limiting beliefs u gotta get rid of if u wanna successfully manifest an SP.

it’s those type of things you need to look at if ur wondering why ur manifestation is taking so long? it’s stepping into your god power and keeping yourself in the knowing state it’s yours or knowing it’s gonna happen. manifestation has no limit to anything, why do you think we say everything is possible? there are INFINITE realities, that’s why we always shift to one where we have our desire once we stop fucking complaining and acknowledging the shitty life you used to have, why do you think almost everyone tells you to ignore circumstances? 3p who? that job still hasn’t hired you? no girl they’re DEFO hiring you! you don’t like that person? just literally shift to a reality where they never existed?!!! manifestation has no fucking logic whatsoever your subconscious literally does not know the difference between logic or not it hears what you are constantly affirming and produces it into ur reality, people have fucking revised deaths, yes literal deaths, and no it’s not bringing people back from the fucking dead it’s shifting to a reality where they never DIED, so when we tell you to throw that logic bitch out the window, we mean it! if you cannot expand your mind past logic, then that’s on you girl.

you need to go study LOA or better yet try manifesting something that seems to illogical or impossible and if you are able to manifest it and shock yourself just like us, maybe then you’ll stop attacking people on the internet. when you manifest, you shift, shifting is manifestation.

you shift to a reality where you have your desire, if someone shifts to a reality where they make a million dollars a month that’s literally their reality to which they don’t need to prove because like we have said a million fucking times manifestation has no logic. your subconscious does not know the difference. why do you think people have revised deaths? because the subconscious 👏🏻does👏🏻not👏🏻know👏🏻the👏🏻difference👏🏻

it is very simple to understand, if you can’t understand the infinite possible amount of desires to manifest then you’re gonna stay in a box your whole life and that will be your own problem. yes it is possible to shift to a reality where you make a million dollars a month, yes it’s possible to shift to a reality where animals can talk, yes yes yes yes it is fucking possible.

so why are we all calling people liars? have you even tried manifesting what they were able to? or you just jealous and miserable cos you haven’t induced the void yet yourself? or because it just seems impossible to you because you decided to put yourself in a box for no reason. maybe if you think it’s impossible why don’t you put yourself to the test, if they were able to, why can’t you? and when you finally have your own success story how are you going to feel when you have dumb limited people in your comments dragging and calling you a liar and demanding proof? like how are you going to feel? are you gonna feel the need to HAVE to prove yourself like every other creator posting their success or are you gonna think why are they putting themselves in a box when they could have all their desires too if they wanted?

it’s the same for people calling US selfish for not helping them induce the void? or even more so manifesting they get in? lemme make it clear, no one can manifest you getting into the void, you are the creator of your own reality no one can manifest anything for you in your own reality it’s impossible. your subconscious acts on YOUR thoughts no one fucking else’s. that is the only impossible thing when it comes to manifestation. secondly there is plenty of info on here on how to induce it, there is success stories of people even describing what they did. the info is the help you need and have, there is plenty of methods on here but even then you don’t need method you just need to find what works for you, anything to help you relax and forget about the 3d. so calling people selfish when they have literally produced info on how to induce it just cos they are not manifesting for you to get in which like i said is impossible. because your sub cannot work on others thoughts but your own, yes you can shift realities but you shift realities from YOUR thoughts no one else’s. you have to find what works for you. but yes anyway, calling people is selfish is just rude, no one is obligated to help you so why the he’ll are you demanding it? like seriously what is going on with yall. if ur acting like this instead of doing the work yourself and thinking as a limitless being with no logic to anything they desire then you need to take a good look at yourself, you could have the dream life you wanted if you actually did the work for it just like we all did and have, we have all had shitty circumstances but we all still did whatever we had to do to manifest what we wanted.

STOP THINKING INSIDE THE BOX AND START THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX AND STOP BEING SO RUDE AND ENTITLED TOO, YOU ARE NOT OWED ANYTHING. IF YOU THINK MANIFESTATION IS A LIE THEN JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND GO KEEP LIVING A MISERABLE LIFE.

#dont piss us off #stop being so entitled #focus on manifesting your dream life or get out of here with your limiting beliefs

[spacebubblehomebase]

And being a doctor is a demanding job. Beyond stressful even. I know, I live with one and another who's aspiring to be one. I saw that they barely get any real "off the clock" hours. That is, if you wanna save lives. How it takes everything from them. Damian already does that as a vigilante, does he really need to do that outside of it too? Everything in his life just dedicated to everyone else? Nothing wrong with that of course and it's a VERY noble goal, but there's gotta be a break. A limit. He's already known as the "artistic" Wayne. Why not be an artist? People say it's symbolic for him to be trained to kill, but grow up to heal. He showed that healing through his own journey already. Is it not also symbolic for him to be raised to DESTROY his enemies with his bare hands, but instead choose to CREATE wonder with those very same hands? Stain them with paint instead of blood? Color the world- the city -that's been so dark and dull in his own way outside of the uniform. He was never the "light" as Robin, because his Batman (Grayson) didn't need that as much. But through his eyes, he can show how brightly Gotham can shine via canvas. If not, he could even be a vet! It's still healing another, but it's also something more attuned to his own personal interest rather than someone else's. (They already did the "exact same job as my predecessor" thing to Jon. This just feels like a different flavor of "becoming like my grandfather" again but instead of on Ra's side, it's Dr. Thomas.) Isn't it better to put Damian in a job he's been showing interest in since he was younger? Be it animals or art or something else. Rather than dedicate what half of his life is left for himself to The Cause, yet again. Plus, while the idea of "being forced to choose between saving a life in his day job versus his night job or fail both" as a dramatic scenario may sound interesting, in hindsight, this entire family has enough angst to last literal decades. He doesn't need to go through any more. Alfred (R.I.)Pennyworth already gave us that extra kick of trauma. Thanks. Let's not add to that. I'm rather tired of the trope. Though if you're saying it's also for him to have a connection to Thomas Wayne, boy, he's more connected to them than any of his siblings already. They're literally blood and if I was a grandparent or a parent in general, I think I'd be happier to see my child pursue their own dreams than just be a mirror of my own when they so clearly have an entirely separate interest. I'm not forcing anyone to agree with me or anything, but I'm just saying. It is something to think about... As for the "not turning your hobbies into your job" thing, yes, it doesn't work for everyone. But I know many others who have found the most fulfillment in going for it anyway. Let's not dismiss the whole for their parts. Because reducing hard-won "passions" to mere "hobbies" doesn't seem very respectful of their efforts. I mean, if you don't hate what you're doing even just a little, then you might not love it enough to push yourself harder for it, yeah? Okay. I'll stop rambling now. I didn't think I'd have that much to say about this until I started writing. Damn... Still, this was a take that's long been on my mind, so it's kinda nice to have it out there.

As an assassin, he kills.

As Robin, he saves.

As a demon, he destroys.

As Damian, he creates.

Something like that. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

-Bubbly💙

Damian Wayne becoming a doctor would is so funny from 'making his own path' point of view that I've seen it framed as, because both his grandfathers were in fact doctors, and both his parents studied medicine, so we're back on the 'destined by blood' path. I understand why people are glad he's getting some life goals other than wanting to be Batman in the future, but actually we're trading one "traditional" family occupation with the other.

[ghostlyobservationgarden]

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Looking for some Homicipher peeps to roleplay with me!

I've just finished the game and my minds been running with all different types of scenarios and need to yap about them to someone or else I'll explode!!

Love the game to bits and the characters are so cool. I'm looking to double and can play any of the spirits that you want :3

My tolerance for dead dove, smut, and other fucked up topics are pretty high so come at me with the nastiest scenarios youve got and I'll make em come true!! That is pls be 18+ considering these topics are adult.

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[boarloved-art]

Wei Wuxian should be able to get drunk for once. I think he'd either be singing bawdy drinking songs on the roof of the Jingshi or he'd be getting irrevocably lost no matter where he is. He's found in the bushes behind the mountains like a cryptid, and then he's like "I can't believe you all got lost" (extremely slurred) as if he didn't get embarrassed by something Lan Wangji had said and just somehow disappeared when everyone looked back at him

oh ABSOLUTELY im walking with u and nodding and agreeing, i can see him becoming an absolute menace to keep track of at his drunkest.

anyway heres wonderwall The Gang (Wangxian & their fave group of ducklings) in a city known for its STRONG wine and wuxian being like well. ur all grown now, youre technically not juniors anymore. we have to see whos lasting the longest against this stuff!, smash cut to a suspiciously wei ying-less group of the worlds drunkest cultivators being wrangled through the woods by designated driver hanguang-jun, with at least 2 of them clinging to his robes at all times.

[raiiny-bay]

the kids released a new album