#Let Gap kiss a homie

[respectthepetty]

So this is how I find out that Dech, Gap, and MY BOY GUIDE are in this?! I was already excited before, but now that I know I'm getting more BL boys, which means possibly more men kissing their homies, well . . . I'M OVER THE MOON! Gimme this right now! RIGHT NOW!

Well, there's a definite color scheme running through the posters.

[reytiri]

Brat

pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x navi!reader

Summary: You are out at a party past curfew and your dad's best friend Jake Sully happens to be the one to cut the party short and take you home.

Warnings: age gap, angst, spitting, oral (f receiving), degradation (slut), daddy kink, making out, cursing, P and V sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, or else), marking, biting, fingering, rough sex, overstimulation, some fluff, aftercare.

the smut is about to be long and detailed for my homies fr fr.

You sat around a fire that some of the boys had started earlier in the night around when you had arrived. You arrived a little after eclipse to ensure you parents did not see you leave. You were twenty after all but they still treated you like their little girl.

"Oh Ewya, y/n you have to try this!" Your friend Ayea said running over to you handing you a cup which looked to have one of the roots that was said to be intoxicating.

You took it from her taking a sip, almost immediately feeling a rush of blood flow to your head. You widened your eyes looking at the cup.

"See!" Your friend said," You can have that." She smiled sitting next to you her own cup in hand.

As the night went along, A young warrior approached you, Te Oÿa, "Y/n, you look beautiful," He smiled sitting beside you.

"Thank you," You smiled.

He quickly glanced over your barely covered figure before meeting your eyes, and brushing a braid behind your ear.

"You wanna head back to my hut?" He asked whispering in your ear. You nodded at his words. Maybe just maybe it was the root talking.

As you took his hand heading back to the village you bumped into a strong chest, spilling what was left in your cup right on his chest.

You looked up to see Jake Sully. Your father's bestfriend. Your eyes widened.

"Now, what are you kids doing out here?" He asked sternly.

"Nothing," You muttered. He looked behind you seeing the rest of the young navi partying in around the fire. He shook his head.

"Alright, parties over, everyone home now," He demanded calling out to the large group. Some groaned as they left.

"So Te Oÿa, lets go," You ushered taking his hand.

"Uh-uh, your coming with me young lady, im taking you home," Jake said.

"Sir, if I may," Te Oÿa tried. Jake simply glared at him," Right, I'll see you tomorrow he smiled, at you kissing your cheek. You were left their blushing.

Jake placed his hand leading you back to your hut.

"Jake, please, My parents can't know!" you begged.

"Not, my fault you decided to be a brat, and sneak out," He responded not even looking at you he kept his gaze straight ahead.

"Please," You begged.

"Fine," He budged.

"But, what's in it for me?" He asked looking down at you his eyes glazed over with a lustful look.

"My appreciation?" You said sarcastically entering his hut.

"God, you are a brat," He said following behind you.

"And your old," You responded with a smirk.

"Oh really? We're playing that," He said looking at you once more, "Maybe I will go to your father and tell him all about how you were gonna go home with that guy."

You stepped forward grabbing his arm," Jake please," You begged.

"Ill do anything!" You begged as he didn't seem to budge.

"anything?" He asked looking down at you. He knew it was wrong but he wanted you more than anything. To feel how you would clench around his cock as he rammed into you.

"anything," You said letting out a breathe as he stepped closer to you.

You looked up into his eyes seeing his head moving as if he were fighting internally about what to do.

"Jake, I-" You were unable to finish as his lips hungerly met yours over powering you the second you submitted. He pushed your back to the wall his hands quickly running along the sides of your body.

A low mewl slipped form your lips as his hand slipped beneath your top tearing it off. He slowly began rubbing at your nipples, kissing down your neck as he attached his mouth to one. His teeth grazing it.

"Jake," you moaned out, your hands running through his dreads.

"you like that baby girl?" He asked as he kissed his way down to your loin cloth.

He pulled your loincloth down kissing along the your thighs.

"Don't be a tease," You practically begged pulling on his dreads to bring his face closer to where you needed him the most.

He smiled against you, before pulling himself closer to you. He swiftly attached his lips to your clit, running his tongue in circular motions. A string of moans and pleads fell from your lips.

"Please don't stop,"You begged pulling him closer than before.

"Oh baby, im not stopping any time soon," He said, as his finger slipping into you curling against your gummy insides.

You slowly felt a knot building up inside your stomach.

"Jake," You moaned out back arching against him, He only tugged you down holding you down as your thighs clenched around his head.

You cam quickly as he licked it up not stopping, you pulled away, "to much," You practically screamed as the overstimulation become to much for you to handle.

"Awww, the little slut can't handle it?" He said teasingly as he pulled you to meet his lips for a lustful kiss," You taste yourself on my tongue baby?"

You nodded. "Think you can take me?" He questioned, Removing his loincloth.

"yes, please," You begged staring at his huge cock. Your licked your lips at the sight of the tip leaking precum.

"You sure baby girl?" He asked once again running his tip along your folds.

"Please fuck me daddy," You begged bucking your hips for much needed pleasure.

"What was that?" He spoke pulling himself away from you," Say it again."

"Daddy please," You begged trying to pull him closer to you, "Need you inside."

That was more than enough to get him to push into you.

He started slowly rutting into you.

"Faster please," You begged.

"you sure baby?" He asked, reattaching his lips to your neck.

"Mhmmm,' You moaned out at the feeling of him stretching you out.

He quickly rutted into you at a much faster pace. A knot building inside of your stomach.

"Mmmm gonna cum," You moaned out.

"Not yet," He said speeding up his movements.

"Please," You moaned out even louder.

"Hold it," He growled quickening his pace.

"can't," You screamed as you released around his cock.

"You really are a fucking brat," he said pulling out of you gripping your hips to turn you over. He pulled his ass up pushing your head into the mat.

He slapped your ass before rutting into you.

"Fuck baby so tight," He moaned out as he continued his fast pace rutting.

"Fuck daddy, mark me please," You begged.

"I can't."

"Please Jake,Need it."

"fuck, baby I can't you know I can't."

"Please," You moaned out close to your climax.

"fuck baby, fine," He said as he moved your hair pushing it over your shoulder. He kissed along the back of your neck, running his tongue along the spot before marking you.

The feeling of his fangs digging into your skin lead you to your third orgasm of the night.

"That's it baby cum around my cock." He praised as he continued rutting into you.

"Jake, its to much," You said squirming away from him.

"uh-uh baby." He said pulling your hips back into him, feeling himself fully inside you was pushing him over the edge, he quickly pulled out, stroking himself to cum on your ass.

"Fuck," He said as he laid beside you on the mat pulling you to lay closer to him.

"jake, my father can never know," You spoke softly rubbing your hand along his chest.

"I know baby, I know," He said continuing to stroke through your hair.

"Promise me this won't be the last time though," You said looking up at him.

"I promise," He said pulling his hand to pull your chin towards him pressing your lips together.

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[r0tt0]

hiii !! can u write head canons for hoodie/Brian?? if u want of course!! since I read the list I don't rlly remember if he was in it..

Hii anon!! Thank you for requesting something and of course I can!!! :D

Cw: Angst, hurt/comfort?, Mentions of depression, paranoia, anxiety, insomnia, OCD, PTSD, mentions of his weapons (Gun and a pipe)

Brian Thomas/Hoodie General Headcannons

Has a love hate relationship with the summertime. He likes it because of the warm weather but absolutely hates it too because of missions. Literally gets sweaty so fast due to his hoodie and ski mask combo. Immediately takes a shower when they get back to the base (whether it be the mansion or the cabin).

Has normal hygiene

His scent is like ocean/aquatic fresh, musky, spicy, and woody. (He’s worn “Nautica - Voyage” since his college days. He still wears it but has a backup so he won’t use up the whole bottle, the back up is “Ocean” by bath and body works. He stole it from a house while on a mission)

Speaking of backups, he has a backup hoodie on the very rare occasions his is dirty. It’s just a plain black pull over.

A bit insecure about himself but doesn’t realize it until he overthinks. On that note, he doesn’t like his tooth gap all too much. He’s gotten plenty of compliments on it but it just doesn’t stick with him personally. He just ignores it, he’ll say a quick “thanks”, think about it for a bit and then shrug the feeling off.

^^ Doesn’t give himself much time to self loathe or at least tries not to, it’s hard due to his depression.

NEEDS to have his pipe or his gun on or near him at all times. Paranoid and anxious.

Him and Tim always had a “bromance”.

“You don’t kiss your homies goodnight?”- Brian

He has so much walls built around him. He still finds it hard to trust Tim or anyone for that matter.

They’ve had an argument about it before and Brian flipped out on him and kinda let everything he’s been holding in since the “Marble Hornets” days. He still blames him for everything. The feeling of betrayal and everything else just hit him right in the chest all over again.

It ended so terribly and on missions they could not work as a team, caused them to do separate missions due to the lack of teamwork. Toby felt like a “child of divorce” -in his own words.

They didn’t talk to each other for almost 2 months. Neither of them apologized. They “let it go” and never spoke about it again, “moved” on from it like it was never said. They kinda just stood outside of the mansion in silence.

Tim had went outside to smoke a cigarette and he saw Brian sitting in a chair on the patio in silence. He just walked over near him to light up his cigarette and smoke, he ended up breaking the silence after 3 minutes of smoking and standing in silence. They went back to talking and joking like normal.

Brian still gets triggered by it all. “He is a liar” has been on repeat in his head and nightmares for years.

Nevertheless he cares so much about Tim.

Has insomnia, OCD, depression and PTSD. (And slender sickness)

Upon hearing him being called “The Hooded Man” he truly thought it was so badass.

“Has a nice ring to it”

The name stuck with him until Toby called him “Hoodie” after he also gave Tim the nickname “Masky” which in return made everyone follow suit with their new “Aliases/Nicknames”.

He still thinks The Hooded Man still sounds cooler but eh

Hoodie is a disguise, not an alter ego. Hoodie is Brian. He is 100% conscious unlike Masky/Tim who has blackouts and doesn’t remember his time as Masky. Brian however does remember. Obviously he’s not doing all of this willingly, but because he’s affected by the operator.

This is random but I think his favorite food would be burgers. Also a Dr Pepper lover and defender.

Toby calls him a passenger princess because on missions Brian always calls shot gun. (LMAO) (The seating chart is basically Tim being the driver, Brian in the passenger and Kate and Toby in the back seat)

I’d say around the mansion he’s cool with a few others besides Tim, Toby and Kate. He’d be cool with Jane, Liu, Nina and Eyeless Jack in my opinion.

The quiet one out of the Proxies.

Gets migraines sometimes now and the slender sickness makes him feel worse during it.

His phone’s wallpaper and Lock Screen are just pictures he takes while out in the forest (they’re really nice pictures too)

Doesn’t enjoy spicy food

Doesn’t shave his facial hair because it “takes too long” or it’s “too much effort”. In reality he just likes his facial hair and how it looks on him.

He’s very smart and calculated on missions, but he’s also just smart in general.

Pan romantic

Writes in black ink or pencil only, even black spray paint. Him and Toby are the ones who draw the slenderman pages and proxy symbols. Tim and kate hang up the pages.

Well that’s all I have for now! lol these are just my personal hc’s so I hope I cooked a bit ;-;

Check out my pinned post on my page if you wanna request me something to write!

Side note I forgot to add in i can write “Character x Reader” on the pinned post so I just edited right now!

Bye for now!! :))

[tightjeansjavi]

Jeany! Congrats on one year, baby!

What can I bring to the sleepover? I have punch and pie at the ready.

You know I’m a Frankie girl thru and thru… but what if he was… drunk and handsy (in the best way possible) and maybe we’re not an item yet… but he’s hella interested and the alcohol makes him brave…

Love a little friends to lovers…

Beefro👌🥩💜

BEEFRO!! my darling, mi vida, thank you for sending this in! I hope it’s okay that we didn’t get smutty with it, and the reader was the one who was a lil drunk 🥺

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mi vida

~word count: 2.0k~

Summary: Frankie Morales is your best friend and the love of your life.

Pairing | best friend!frankie morales x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, no age gap, language, mentions of drinking and smoking, right person wrong time, best friend!frankie, assumed unrequited love, frankie and the reader are bi, Santi, Will, and Benny exist in this universe but fuck Tom. Me and my homies hate a motherfucker named Tom, happy ending, reader can understand and speak Spanish, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

Translations:

mi vida- my life

querida- darling

hermano- brother

nada de eso- none of that

estoy en camino- I’m on my way

no te vayas de ahí- don’t move

voy a intentarlo- I’m going to try

vamos a salir de aquí- let’s get out of here

The bass in the nightclub is booming, pulsing in your ears and rattling your brain in your skull. Your vodka lemonade has practically watered down to nothing—great. To make matters even worse, your favorite pair of metallic heels keep sticking to the floor—gross. There’s too many people packed in this club, too many bodies, and you realize then that this was a terrible idea.

It all started with your stupid boyfriend—ex-boyfriend. He broke up with you over the phone, babbling pathetically about how he met someone else and how sorry he was. Bullshit. You sucked in your tears, and the remaining threads of your dignity and packed his shit up into a cardboard box and tossed it right down the garbage shoot.

Fuck him.

You weren’t even the least bit sad, no—you were furious. You should have known that he was a tool, just another asshole hiding under a ‘nice guy’ persona.

Did I even really love him? You questioned yourself in the mirror while applying a glitter shadow to your eyelids.

You did, but he’s not— You gripped the edge of the sink, staring at your reflection and the smudge mascara streaks under your eyes.

Frankie is too good for me. He deserves better.

Francisco—Catfish, Morales had been your best friend, your ride or die—your Clyde to your Bonnie, since you were kids.

You grew up on the same block and you remember the first day you met Frankie like it was just yesterday.

His mom sent him over to your house, with fresh tamales in a well loved container held between two clammy palms.

“Hey, I’m Frankie. Welcome to the neighborhood.” He said with a small, boyish grin.

He had the warmest brown eyes you had ever seen, and soon enough your diary was no longer doodles of unicorns, butterflies, princesses and dragons, it was Frankie Morales, and those brown eyes of his.

You walked to school together everyday and soon your duo turned into a little group consisting of three other kids that had become like brothers to Frankie and you.

There was Benny, Will, and Santi; the five of you shared your own stomping ground: the neighborhood playground. And as you grew older…your feelings towards your friends shifted.

You had a minor crush on Santi who found out through Benny and that’s how you ended up going to the movies together one weekend. Santi was a total gentleman, and while you were attracted to him, the butterflies weren’t there. The spark that you dreamed about feeling—was nonexistent. And when he kissed you, your foot didn’t pop up like it did in the Princess Diaries!

Get a room! You’d recognize that voice from anywhere—Frankie.

And low and behold, Frankie, Benny, and Will were all sitting a few seats behind you and Santi who wasted no time to grab a handful of popcorn and toss it at the three of them.

You and Santi decided afterwards that you were better off as friends. Will took you out to dinner once, and the two of you also quickly realized that you were better off as friends.

Benny ended up being your date to the junior prom. It was hard to not be attracted to a guy like Benny. He was smart, funny, and a total goober. He couldn’t dance for shit, but you had fun, and it was definitely going to be a night for the books.

Maybe you and Benny would have ended up together if you hadn’t slow-danced under a shimmering disco ball with Frankie after Benny took a break from dancing. Maybe your heart strings wouldn’t have tugged you in the direction of your best friend, and those big brown eyes of his.

“Are you going home with him, mi vida?” His words whispered against the shell of your ear while one hand rested along your lower back, and the other around your waist.

“Probably” You whispered softly.

You tried to pretend that you didn’t see the way his face fell, and his lips curve into a set frown.

“Good. He’ll take care of you. You deserve to have fun, querida.”

And when the song ended, and Benny returned, you watched your best friend walk away, his arm wrapped around Santi’s shoulders.

It was half-past 5 in the morning when you told Benny about your feelings for Frankie. You were tangled up in his sheets, passing a cigarette back and forth. Benny wasn’t even surprised, he just had this knowing grin on his face.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We all know how you feel about catfish. It ain’t a secret.” He winked at you reassuringly.

-

On graduation night you had built up enough courage to finally tell Frankie how you felt, and after downing a few glasses of champagne for some extra liquid courage, you were ready—until you saw Frankie leaned in close to another girl in your grade, and your heart sank to the very pits of your stomach.

You told Santi how you felt about Frankie later that night while sharing a bottle of champagne on the old rusted swings of the neighborhood playground.

He confessed to you that he felt the same way about Frankie, but he was afraid of ruining their friendship and how Frankie would react.

You reached over, gently grabbing his hand in yours and told him, you should tell him how you feel, Santi.

-

When you went off to college, your four friends enlisted in the military and you weren’t sure if you would ever see them again. Life continued on for you, until you found yourself right back to your roots, and feeling the same way for your best friend as you did years ago. You just did a real damn good job of hiding it from your boyfriend.

So, that’s how you found yourself outside of the women’s bathroom, phone pressed to your ear, the bottom of your favorite heels sticking to the floor, and your thumbnail bleeding because you had ripped out a nasty hangnail with your teeth.

The dial tone rang, and rang and you thought that maybe this was a sign that you and Frankie were never meant to be. That it was all made up in your head, and scribbled in your diary. Maybe Frankie never felt the same way about you as you did for him.

“Mi vida?” his voice crackled on the other line and you imagined he had his hand cupped over his phone so that he could hear you better.

“Francisco,” you breathed, taking a pause as you gathered your thoughts. “I—I need you, Frankie.”

He nearly dropped his phone, lurching forward in his chair from your words. His erratic movements caught the attention of Santi who was sitting across from him in the booth and he raised his brows, mouthing, you okay, hermano?

Frankie was too caught up in the pounding of his heart in his chest, and his pulse racing in his eardrums to even notice Santi or Benny and Will now looking at him.

“Where are you, querida? Are you—safe? I can barely hear you.” Frankie uttered, bringing his thumb to his lips and gnawed on the side of the nail nervously with his teeth.

“I’m at some shitty club. Boyfriend broke up with me—and I ended up here. You don’t have to come, I just—I thought maybe…” you trailed off.

“Nada de eso, mi vida. Is it that same club we tried sneaking into back in highschool? The seedy one?”

“Yeah. The one where the floor is always sticky, and you can still smoke cigarettes.” You stifled a giggle.

“Estoy en camino, querida. Hang tight, okay? No te vayas de ahí.” He said in an urgent tone, gathering up his wallet and keys before he downed the last sip of his beer.

“I’m not going anywhere, Frankie.” You reassured him.

“I know, mi vida. I’ll stay on the line with you, ‘Kay?” He slipped out of the booth just as Santi stood up.

Frankie pulled his phone away from his ear momentarily, holding it against his shoulder as their eyes met.

Santi gave him a knowing a grin, slapping him on the shoulder gently in a half hug, “go get your girl, hermano.”

Frankie hugged him back, wrapping both arms around him before pulling back slightly with a grin slowly tugging over his lips, “Voy a intentarlo, hermano.”

And then there was Benny in the background yelling, “HELL YEAH, CATFISH! GO GET YOUR LADY!”

-

Frankie stayed on the phone with you the entire walk to the club which evidently was only a few blocks away. You were babbling on about how watered down your vodka lemonade was when Frankie had pushed himself through the mass of bodies all sweaty and sticking together. His eyes locked on your familiar face, right where you said you would be.

“I’m here, mi vida.” He whispered into the receiver before ending the call. He didn’t even have a chance to slip his phone into his back pocket when he felt your arms wound around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You smelled like cheap vodka, and flowery perfume that burned the sensitive hairs in his nostrils but he didn’t care.

“I missed you, Francisco.” You breathed into the bare patch of exposed skin on his neck, hugging yourself to him tightly. “I—there’s so much I want to say—and tell you, Frankie.”

“I missed you more than you can imagine, querida. I never—I’m so sorry…about your boyfriend.” He pulled back slowly so that he could get a good look at your face. He expected you to be a heartbroken wreck, but he was met with the complete opposite.

“Don’t be. He was a jackass, and I don’t think he and I were ever compatible.” You shrugged, eyes never leaving his. “I don’t give a fuck about him. I came out here to clear my head, but then I thought about you, Frankie. “Fuck it!” You laughed, choking back an on-coming sob that you weren’t expecting, “I should have just grown a pair all those years ago and told you how I felt! Fuck—do you have any idea just how in love with you I am, Francisco?”

“Mi vida, you’re drunk—you—just went through a break up, and you’ve had a lot to drink—”

She’s in love with me?

“I should have broken up with him a long time ago, Frankie. There’s a lot of things I wish I could have done differently, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but it’s always been you, Francisco, mi vida.”

She is in love with me.

Frankie brought his hands up to your face then, gently cradling your cheekbones in his palms. “Hey, hey, querida. It’s okay. Shit, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for any of that. You and I—we’ve always danced around the subject, haven’t we?”

You nodded and brought your hands up to rest along his.

“Santi told me after we enlisted that you were going to tell me how you felt on graduation night and then never did because—the timing wasn’t right then, mi vida. I thought about writing you a letter at some point, but I never did because the last thing I ever wanted to do was hold you back from the life you deserved, querida. All these years I’ve wanted to tell you—”

You cut him off, pulling his face close to yours, “I love you, Frankie” you brushed your thumb across the heart shaped patch in his beard.

“Fuck—I love you so much, mi vida.”

And then you were both surging forward, accidentally smacking one another in the forehead, letting out a synchronized groan of pain before your lips finally met in a bruising kiss. Your foot popped up behind you as drunk club-goers stumbled past yours and Frankie’s passionate embrace.

You came up for air a few minutes later, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck once more and he held you close, swaying with you as if there was a slow song playing.

“Vamos a salir de aquí, Frankie.” You said breathlessly, carding your fingers through the back of his hair having half the temptation to rip off his baseball cap just so you could mess his hair up even more.

He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it down to his face and pressed his lips to the outside of your hand, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I’ll go anywhere with you, mi vida.”

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[wizardofrozz]

"Do I look like I've moved on?" with Cody

Always Yours

Commander Cody x fem!reader, Original Clone Troopers (Zero and Lith)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: NSFW +18, smut, slight dubcon, possessive behavior (Cody's a little toxic in this), rough handling, exhibitionism

A/N: Happy Star Wars Day! Writing for Cody is new for me but this turned out better than I expected lol. I want to thank @homie-one-kenobi for letting me borrow her OC Lith for this fic and for all the encouragement and help from her, @a-single-tulip and @techs-feral-wife 💕

If anyone had told you that your night at 79’s would’ve ended with your cheek pressed into the wall of some dark corner with a panting commander at your back, you might’ve hit them. 

You were the idiot for thinking it would’ve ended any other way. 

It had started like any other night when you visited 79’s with a few of your friends, except this time there wasn’t a gold-painted commander ready to drag you to bed. You were almost sure he wasn’t even on Coruscant and that was the main reason you agreed to the night out. You had been playing this back and forth with Cody for a while now. Fucking like ashrabbits at every opportunity only to never hear from him until he blew back into 79’s after another campaign. It was an exhausting routine that got harder each time. Especially when you found yourself wanting…more from him. Something that seemed impossible for a man like him. 

You shoved away any thoughts of the 212th in general and leaned against the bar, half-heartedly listening to the conversation your friends were having. Luckily, it didn’t take long to catch a curious eye, although his red armor made you hesitate. Your job in the Republic Detention Center meant you worked closely with the Guard, and most notably, Commander Fox. 

Fox, who happened to speak to Cody at least once a week and couldn’t resist indulging in good gossip.

You allowed yourself to be pulled in by a sweet smile for the night knowing that Fox, and eventually Cody, would know about it in no time. You smirked to yourself as you approached the trooper, wishing you could see the look on Cody’s face when Fox undoubtedly called him. 

The trooper in question, Zero, truly was a sweetheart, and you felt a little guilty that you couldn’t give him what he deserved, but he seemed to understand on some level. You were currently perched on Zero’s lap, mindlessly playing with his fingers while he recounted the story of how he got his name. He was the kind of man you should’ve gravitated toward, but when did life ever make sense? 

“So, you’re proud of, as you put it, having zero brain cells,” you giggled, smiling when Zero’s cheeks took on a faint pink color.

“Well, when you say it that way,” he mumbled, twisting his mouth to the side. You laughed a bit louder, swaying close enough to catch a glimpse of his cheeky grin and unintentionally bringing your tangled hands closer to your chest. His gloved thumb grazed your collarbone, the warmth of his skin under the fabric had goosebumps trailing behind his touch, turning your laughter to ash on your tongue. He was close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. 

“I think it’s cute,” you whispered, your eyes trained on his mouth. 

“And I think you’re beautiful,” Zero countered. You watched the smile form on his lips, transfixed by how it fell somewhere between flirtatious and sweet. There was a gentle pressure against the underside of your chin, tilting your head back to force you to meet his eyes. Your lashes fluttered as he closed the gap, his lips finding yours in a soft, hesitant kiss.  

An explosion of whoops and cheers had you jerking back, years of working in a prison meant that loud bursts of noise had you whipping around in a panic to look at the door on instinct. Your heart immediately hit the floor when your brain registered that, you weren’t at work, and it wasn’t prisoners but waves of orange armored soldiers blowing through the doors. 212th troopers flooded the bar and you were blatantly staring, looking for that distinct sunburst that you had hoped you’d make it through one night without seeing. 

But when would you ever be that lucky?

He was the last through the door, keeping a slow, unbothered pace as he wandered toward the bar, eyes scanning the room. A small part of you hoped he wouldn’t notice you but you could see the exact moment his eyes landed on you. Cody’s mellow expression steadily darkened, his jaw flexing as his eyes ran the length of your body, noting the trooper you were perched on. Suddenly you were almost scared for the poor, naive shock trooper. 

“Hey,” Zero mumbled, cautiously cradling your hand. “What’s wrong?” You turned your head, finding genuine concern shining in his eyes and it broke your heart; this man had no idea what kind of mess he’d walked into. 

“Uh, I know some of the 212th,” you admitted with a shrug. The white lie was obvious but Zero let it slide, nodding as he shifted his eyes to the battalion getting louder by the minute. Cody had moved to an empty spot at the bar but you could still feel his eyes burying holes into your skin. “We could get out of here if you want?”

“Sure,” Zero replied, a small smile on his face, “I can walk you home.”

“I’d like that.” Zero’s smile brightened as he helped you to your feet before sliding out of his seat and leaning down next to your ear.

“Let me run to the bathroom before we go,” he yelled over the music. You nodded, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek as you handed over his helmet. The dusting of pink in his cheeks was back and you wished that it could last but you knew the second you were alone, all hell was going to break loose. Maybe one day he’d find someone that could give him what he deserved. You watched Zero work his way through the crowd until he disappeared into the sea of brothers, squirming under the heavy stare you could feel on your back. 

“You know he’s gonna be pissed.” You spun around at the voice next to your ear, blinking rapidly at Lith’s smug expression. 

“Hi, nice to see you too, Lith. How’ve you been?” you sassed, rolling your eyes. Lith just arched a brow, loudly sipping his drink, waiting for you to break the stalemate first. “It’s none of his business. He made it glaringly obvious that he doesn’t care.”

“Ha! That’s cute, you thinking he doesn’t care,” Lith laughed, shaking his head and you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach somersaulted at the thought. He leaned into your personal space, the acidic stench of cheap liquor on his breath. “Looks like you’ll find out for yourself.” His eyes lifted to something over your shoulder before he backed away, doing a terrible job of hiding his smirk behind the rim of his cup. The unforgiving hand that closed around your bicep had you going rigid, muscles locking up when his grip tightened. 

You refused to even look at him, trying to tug your arm away but Cody was relentless. You knew there was no use in fighting it, giving up and letting him drag you through the writhing crowd of bodies. He still wore all of his armor, sans helmet, allowing you to glare at the back of his head, occasionally catching a glimpse of his profile. You stumbled to a stop when Cody pulled you into one of the back hallways of the bar that was blessedly empty, something you knew wouldn’t last long as 79’s grew busier.

“What do you want, Cody?” you snapped as soon as he released your arm. He turned a sharp look in your direction but you stood your ground, crossing your arms. It was infuriating that despite how irritated you were with him, there was a tiny part of you that was relieved to see him alive. 

“What the fuck was that?”

“None of your damn business,” you hissed, taking a step closer to him. You expected anger, maybe even contempt, but Cody letting out a harsh, unamused laugh was probably at the bottom of your expectations for this conversation. 

“Aw, you really liked Fox’s shiny, huh?” Cody taunted, a cruel edge to his voice that you hated more with each passing second. 

“Maybe I did,” you spat, stifling the urge to shove him. “Maybe I had plans to show him what us natborns have to offer.” Cody’s expression twisted into something dangerous and he stalked toward you, backing you into a dark corner, looming over you. 

“You wouldn’t dare,” he snarled, face barely inches from yours.

“And why not? You didn’t seem to have a problem sticking your dick in the closest breathing life form.” He jerked back like you’d hit him, a familiar crease forming between his brows, and for a moment you faltered. 

“What are you talking about?” he huffed, pressing two fingers into his right eye, an action you knew meant he had a headache building.

“I saw you with that Mirialan last time you were on-world,” you admitted, grinding your teeth at the image of the barely dressed woman draped across his lap. “You moved on, so I planned to do the same.” The words were barely out of your mouth before he surged forward, trapping you against the wall with a bruising kiss. Your immediate reaction was to push him away but your strength was no match for him, and if you were being honest, you had been craving this: the dominating sweep of his tongue, the way his presence demanded your attention, and the borderline possessive grip on the back of your neck. 

You ached for him no matter how hard you tried to fight it, despite the hurt that came with his presence. 

Cody broke away first, resting his forehead against yours. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?” 

“Could’ve fooled me,” you huffed, turning your face away from him. Cody growled, the hand curled around your neck tightening as he wedged his armored leg between yours, pressing the rigid plastoid tight against your suddenly aching pussy. 

“Guess I’ll have to prove it,” Cody breathed against your lips. You yelped at the sudden movement, gasping when your cheek met the cool wall, and your thigh clenched to satiate your throbbing clit. His body molded against your back, his warm breath puffing against your cheek, similar to how Zero’s had not even 15 minutes ago, but this promised something far less innocent than a chaste kiss. “For the record, I didn’t fuck that Mirialan.”

“Why?” you couldn’t help but ask. You weren’t expecting much, maybe an irritated huff but your lashes fluttered when his tense muscles softened against your back, his grip loosening slightly. 

“She’s not my sunshine,” he whispered, his pinched expression barely visible in your periphery. He didn’t even give you a second to absorb his confession before he was yanking your pants down, knocking the air from your lungs when his finger slid through your soaked folds. “Stars, you’re dripping.”

“Are you really surprised? It’s you,” you panted, blindly searching for his belt buckle. Cody chuckled against your shoulder, expertly sinking his finger into you down to the second knuckle from behind and resting his other hand on the curve of your waist. Stars exploded behind your eyelids, a soft whine working its way up your throat when it was just shy of what you had been craving. 

“Oh, cyare, you have no idea what you do to me,” he mumbled, pumping his finger.

“How - how about you show me instead of talking about it,” you taunted, rocking back into his hand. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise when he shoved two fingers inside you as far as they would go; you had asked for it. 

“I’m starting to wonder if I should fill that bratty mouth instead,” he mused, curling his fingers in a way that had your knees threatening to give out. You were quickly hurtling toward your first orgasm, your thoughts running together as pleasure tore through every cell in your body. 

“Fuck - I don’t care, just fill something,” you pleaded, meeting the slow thrust of his fingers. Cody groaned against your hair when you clenched around his fingers, your body unable to decide if you wanted his fingers or his cock. An involuntary whimper left your lips when you were suddenly empty and the clatter of plastoid behind you was enough to leave you squirming. 

“Ready?” Cody whispered against your cheek, his lips just barely brushing over your skin.

“Cody,” you whined, pushing against the head of his cock that was resting against your entrance. He didn’t seem to care about your pleading, sliding his cock through your soaked folds, the head nudging your clit with just the right amount of pressure. Stars danced behind your eyes, the drag of his cock taunting you with the one thing you wanted. Cody wasted too fucking long coating himself in your arousal only to sink into you without warning; the stretch was almost too much, bordering on painful. He didn’t stop until there was nothing left for you to take and his armored chest was flush against your back. He may as well have been in your lungs with how hard it was to pull in a full breath, your head feeling a little fuzzy. 

“Maker, you - you take me so well,” Cody panted, kissing down the length of your neck. You turned your head, resting your forehead against the wall, simply trying to breathe as the pain started to blossom into pleasure. The hand on your waist tightened, likely leaving finger-shaped bruises behind, a thought that made your head spin. Cody stood perfectly still as if he wasn’t balls deep in your fluttering pussy and if you could think straight, you’d have been a little peeved at his control. 

Just as you opened your mouth to beg him to start moving, Cody rolled his hips, forcing a surprised moan past your lips. Of course, that fucker could read you like an open book. However, that was the only warning he gave you before he pulled all the way out only to deliver a pointed thrust to exactly where you needed it most. Cody started at a brutal pace, the edges of his thigh armor biting into the back of your legs but you couldn’t find the brain power to give a shit, solely focusing on not drawing other patron’s attention. 

You jerked when something brushed against your lips, peeling your eyes open to find his free hand near your face.

“Open,” Cody ordered hoarsely in your ear, lightly tapping your bottom lip again. “And no biting.” You hesitated for a moment, this apparently being the thing that made your cheeks feel warm, not the fact that he was fucking you senseless with hundreds of his brothers a few feet away. And yet, your lips parted for him, taking two fingers into your mouth. You weren’t paying attention to what hand it was so when the faint taste of your own arousal hit your tongue you whimpered, clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his pace faltering. “Good– good girl. You like that, huh?” You could only hum in response, earning a soft, shaky chuckle from the man behind you, and in some twisted way it felt like this piece of him belonged to you. A part of himself he willingly shared with you when he didn’t need to, allowing you to see the effect you had on him. “I - I know…I do too.”

You moaned around his fingers, doing your best to meet his unforgiving thrusts just to hear the pinched-off moan he muffled against your shoulder, sending you closer to your tipping point. The heat building under your skin continued to grow but there was a disconnect, you could only just brush against it, leaving the mind-blowing orgasm out of reach. You squirmed trying to change the angle but Cody’s hand on your hips kept you trapped; this asshole knew it wasn’t enough. Worst of all, to make his point, he started to pump his fingers in time with his thrusts and you moaned desperately, debating on just touching yourself if he wasn’t going to. 

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, teeth grazing your jaw. “You told me to fill something, so I’m giving you what you wanted, cyare.” Cody pressed down on your tongue, slamming into you before going still, his slightly labored breathing puffing against your cheek. “I’d find a way to fill all three if I had the time.”

The pathetic cry of his name was muffled against his fingers, tears starting to well up as you teetered on the edge, so close yet so far. There was a moment of stillness, his cock twitching inside you before he started to lazily grind against your ass, the pressure on your tongue letting up. 

“I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want,” he proposed, nuzzling against the bolt of your jaw. It was a much sweeter gesture than the rest of his demeanor would suggest and you couldn’t decide between being irritated or flustered. Either way, you nodded as best as you could, ready to give him whatever he wanted. “You’re mine - fuck - you hear me?” he panted, struggling to keep the lazy pace, his hips stuttering. “Some - some wet-behind-the-ears shiny wouldn’t know how to do this for you. He’s not me.” The desperation in his voice resonated in your soul, reminding you of why there was no one that could captivate you quite like Cody. “Please, just - just say it.”

His fingers slid out of your mouth, trailing spit down your chin. Cody gave you a minute to catch your breath, his presence lingering over your shoulder expectantly. Later, when your brain was back online, maybe you’d regret saying it, but deep down you knew it was true; you belonged to Commander Cody no matter how badly you tried to fight it.

“I’m yours, Cody,” you whispered, turning your head enough to bump your forehead against him. There was another weighted pause before he craned his neck, blindly kissing the corner of your mouth.

“And I’m yours,” he breathed, the admission making your throat feel tight. There were very few times Cody let this type of vulnerability through and you treasured each one but this one was easily the most profound. He was telling you the one thing you never thought possible from a man of his position and it was equally as beautiful as it was arousing. “Always yours.”

“Then show me,” you pleaded, pressing back into him. The soft laugh that bubbled past his lips made your stomach somersault, only making your barely coherent thoughts feel more disjointed, yet your lips parted on instinct at the soft tap of his finger. Cody kissed your cheek in a final sweet gesture before bucking his hips, punching what would’ve been a loud cry from you if it weren’t for his fingers stuffed in your mouth. Cody resumed his previous, punishing pace, yet this time the hand keeping a vise grip on your waist loosened, trailing lower. 

Your knees buckled at the lightning-quick tap against your clit, somehow pushing him deeper and the tears finally fell. Thank the heavens above that he didn’t stop there though, pressing with the perfect amount of pressure, drawing tight, fast circles that made each of your stunted inhales grow shorter until you were forced to unseal your lips from around his fingers. 

“Let go, sunshine,” Cody coaxed, sounding a bit desperate. You had been known to push his buttons, disobeying when the urge struck, but this was not one of those times. Your hands clawed at the wall, your back arching as the coil finally snapped, the pleasure lighting up every nerve ending from your head to your toes. Cody used the fingers still filling your mouth to tilt your head back, doing his best to muffle your sobs as he moaned openly against your shoulder. He made it through a few more pumps before going rigid, a barely audible whine leaving his lips as he came. 

You both slumped forward simultaneously, Cody’s fingers slipping from your mouth as his weight pressed you into the wall. The warm panting against your throat slowly brought you back to the land of the living, realizing Cody was still buried inside your sensitive cunt, his cum starting to leak down the inside of your thigh. 

“You’re fucking heavy,” you complained half-heartedly. Cody littered your shoulder with light, playful kisses, his arms moving to wrap around your waist as his shoulders shook with laughter. 

“Not usually wearing 80 pounds of armor,” he chuckled, kissing the base of your throat. That reminded you of where you were, realizing that the harsh lines of his thigh plates were still biting into the back of your legs, making you wonder if you’d have bruises for days to come. 

“Finding that I don’t really mind it,” you confessed, wiggling your arms out from where they were pinned to the wall so you could gently stroke his arm. “Sometimes at least.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Cody snorted, one of his hands snagging your fingers as they trailed up his arm. A calm, intimate silence settled around you, letting you just bask in Cody’s presence but all good things had to come to an end. 

“We should go before someone finds us,” you sighed, dropping your cheek against the side of his head.

“Waxer and Lith are standing guard.”

“Of course they are,” you giggled, rolling your eyes fondly. Then you remembered a poor shock trooper most likely looking for you. “Did you at least tell Zero I didn’t get kidnapped?”

“No,” Cody grunted, squeezing your fingers in a way that definitely felt possessive. Oh, you had a bad feeling about what that meant. 

“Is Fox going to be calling to rip you a new one?”

“...maybe.” As if on cue, the comlink on Cody’s vambrace started to chirp softly and you had to stifle a laugh. 

“Come on,” you urged, voice wavering in an attempt to hide your amusement, “I want to go curl up in bed with a lot less plastoid, and you have the consequences of your actions to deal with.” Cody grumbled for a few seconds but inevitably untangled himself from you, bending down to grab his codpiece as you hiked your pants up again. You almost regretted wearing one of your favorite outfits now that they’d been stained with remnants of Cody. Almost. You glanced over at him once he finished clipping his codpiece in place, grinning at the scowl he was aiming at his comlink.

“What?” Cody grumbled. Fox barely let him finish answering the call before ripping into his brother.

“I’m coming for your fucking kneecaps,” Fox said, sounding eerily calm. “See how well you fuck without ‘em.” Cody shot you a dark look when you giggled but it didn’t hold its usual weight seeing that his brother’s disembodied voice was still chewing him out. You shot him a wink as you backed down the hallway, ignoring the warning in his beautiful brown eyes. 

“Reap what you sow, dear,” you called, blowing him a kiss before slipping through the door. You would definitely pay for that later and the idea that there would be a later with Cody made all the heartache worth it. 

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[saltpepperbeard]

What are your top 5 Ed x Stede moments? 😊 I’m curiously asking several blogs to see how many of us share favorites!

MAN, anon! I tried to give this one some thought to see if the choosing would get any easier/become any clearer. Spoiler alert: IT DID NOT HSDLKS I AM STILL JUST AS TORN AS I WAS BEFORE. But let me see if I can at least ~*~attempt this~*~. My first three were easy but then the LAST TWO HAD ME PACING SHDLKS:

So okay, obviously have to put their first kiss in the ranking because it's so iconic and it's the thing that got me into the show in the first place! Like, literally the FIRST scene I laid eyes upon. And it had me crying full blown tears at work because I was just so floored that we weren't queer baited and that it was so sweet and tentative and cautious and just,,, The rest was history of course lol!

Like really, the Power it has. Didn't even know the characters or the story that much at all, and was already crying LMAO.

Then of course I have to put the second beach kiss(es) because good god lol GOOD GOD!!! I think I adore it so so much mainly because Ed and Stede are finally on the same page. No more doubts, no more worries, no more anxieties, no more questioning if they have the same feelings or are going too slow/fast. Just them and their strong, solid love--their good bones.

Not to mention Ed dropping the double "I love you" ??? I cannot even begin to express how thankful I am that we heard a legitimate "I love you." And Ed being the one to say it after all the hurt, all the pain in feeling unlovable, all the fear that he'd die completely alone, all the worry that his strong feelings were too much...Man. MAN.

And thennnnn the reunion scene because yeah. Yeah. I've said this before and I'll say it again: watching this at like 4:30am for the first time almost gave me an out of body experience HSLDSHS. Like, I think there's just something about the fact that we were all going through so many different iterations of possible reunions during the s1-s2 gap. We envisioned angsty, silly, romantic, and everything in between.

But this lol THIS,,,

I feel like it just surpassed expectations in such a beautiful, fantastical way. Like genuinely, I never EVER anticipated Ed being stuck in purgatory about to die and Stede coming to him as a mermaid because the real Stede is sitting with his body begging him not to succumb.

Also, Stede begging and screaming at Ed not to die/to wake up/to come back to him always makes me feel some sort of way. Something something he's normally so silly and so theatrical but he's so choked up and so serious in that moment that it PUNCHES ME IN THE KIDNEYS. Like it really just goes to show how utterly desperate he is. And that last, whispered, strained, "come back to me..." ??? Homie............

ALSO also, obligatory "This Woman's Work" mention because I knew that song and nothing else for like two months straight HSKLDS. Or two months gay, rather.

...

see this is where i start Dying because i'm being pulled in so many different directions lol DO I GO FOR ROMANTIC, OR SILLY, OR EARNEST, OR,,, SKLDJHLDJKDKDA

Okay okay I think I'm going to have to go earnest because I adore that they actually talked things through together. FLEETING LMAO, BUT STILL GLAD THEY DID, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST FOR A BIT. I just love that they actually expressed some frustrations, that Stede actually talked about his fears/his panic, that Ed set a boundary, and that Stede respected it. And then Stede gently navigated around and expressed his love in different ways and it folded Ed in half almost immediately hsdkljs YOU LOVE TO SEE IT.

But yeah no--if me rolling around Atticus' fics and me writing my own stories is any indication, I really REALLY LIKE IT WHEN THESE TWO ACTUALLY TALK LMAO. BECAUSE THEY HAVE SO SO MUCH BOTTLED UP, BOTH INDIVIDUALLY AND AS A COUPLE, SO IT'S JUST HSLDKS TALK IT THROUGH AS A CREW OF TWO MY BELOVED!!!

......

oh god oh god what do i pick for the last one lol WHAT DO I PICK FOR THE LAST ONE,,,

mmmMMmmmMMMM,,,,,,

SUCCUMBED TO MORE TALKING IT THROUGH LMAO.

I love so many of their other moments, and honestly, so many things could have made this list. But the bathtub scene...man. Taika saying it's more vulnerable and even more romantic than their first kiss is shdljks yeah. YEAH. LIKE HE'S COOKING A BIT WITH THAT BECAUSE IT'S JUST,,,

I feel like it's such a pivotal and important step in their relationship. Ed has literally never told that secret to anyone else, but he entrusted it with Stede. He feels safe enough around Stede to expose the darkest parts of his past, and he's entirely right to do so, because Stede doesn't view him any differently at all. Stede is right there, wanting to be his friend--loving him still.

And I think it's also good for Stede because of that vulnerability. He gets to see how much Ed trusts him and feels safe around him. He's getting to see Ed and Ed alone, which can't be said for so many other people.

It's just the two of them in that moment and I adore it so much.

...I just adore THEM so much, anon, so thank you for spreading this sweet little ask around! It was super fun to consider, aLBEIT SLIGHTLY RGGHGHGHH INDUCING BECAUSE I COULD INCLUDE SO MUCH LMAO. But thank you kindly! <3

Also, for the record, if I had to rank them from most favorite to still favorite but not AS favorite, I'd go Double Beach Kiss, Reunion, First Kiss, Love Everything About You, and Bathtub.

[webslingingslasher]

ETHAN AND PETER MADE OUT????

pls elaborate

was it a one time thing? drunk incident? late night talk incident? lets make sure we’re not gay incident?? pls we need a trouble reaction to this info!!! “ive been telling u petey, dont be afraid to be your true self! im sure aunt may will be so pleased when she hears this, shes been waiting a while!”

i think they were both drunk but had stopped drinking and were just hanging out in ethan's room so they're slowly sobering back up and it's reaching early morning and they've been having deep talks and someone had asked "would you ever hook up with a guy?"

and maybe cause ethan’s been kinda open to the fact he's just honest about it, 'im not sure, i've never even kissed a dude. have you?'

and peter hasn't, but he's also confidently straight.

'no. have you ever thought about it?'

and ethan shrugs and is like, 'kinda, i don't know if i'm into them or not. does that make me gay?'

peter doesn't think so, 'if you hook up with a guy and you don't like it then you have your answer for sure.'

'yeah, but what if i do like it?'

'then i start wingmanning you with other dudes, should be easy enough.'

and it warms ethan's heart to know peter doesn't give one shit.

'i haven't even kissed a guy, i'm not trying to jump right into banging. like, who tops? who finishes first?'

peter's got an idea. 'so, you want to know if you're even open to going something with a guy before you do something with a guy?'

ethan knows it's confusing. it is for him too.

'i guess. any suggestions?' he gave a dry laugh, like he knew peter would be just as optionless as he was.

they're best friends right? and kinda drunk so it could be excused down the road. and hey, it's not gay if you're helping out the homies, right?

peter clears his throat, "wanna kiss me?"

and holy shit does ethan leave his body. the idea that peter would even offer was mind blowing, let alone asking. it's not even like ethan's into peter, not in the slightest but that was his best fucking friend and he just offered to kiss him.

'what did you just say?'

'don't make me say it again, cause i won't.'

ethan's shaking his head like a dog, 'you want to kiss me?'

'you asked for a suggestion! i gave you one! if it sucks and you hate it, then, hey, we were some friends that got a little curious while drinking. if it does something to you then, hey, you got your answer.'

logically, peter makes a good point. something they'd never talk about again, and he was the safest person to do it with.

'what if it doesn't work cause i'm not attracted to you?'

'we're not testing if you're into me, we're testing to see if you could make out with a dude.'

ethan thinks it's a solid deal. 'fuck it, man. let's kiss.'

peter leans in slowly, ethan gradually closes the gap. peter's the one who made first contact, but it felt like ethan was kissing his grandmother, there was nothing to base off a longing peck.

so, ethan takes the initiative and opens his mouth. peter follows, it makes ethan realize peter's willing to go as far as ethan will. so, he ever so slightly suggests the idea of a makeout, dotting his tongue on peter's lower lip, and surprisingly, peter's open to it.

if ethan can separate the kiss from the person, it's pretty nice. he likes the feeling of a rough jaw, a solid chest, strong arms, the slight tickle from stubble. the whole rubbing tongues thing kinda freaked him out, but that's also because it's peter and he knows where, or who his tongue had been in.

peter's right. it helped him make up his mind, plus, he needs air.

the second ethan pulls away they both wipe the back of their hands across their mouth, speaking at the same time, 'no homo.'

'bro, kissing you feels like i'm rubbing my mouth across an eraser soaked in clorox.'

peter's glad he's figured it out, 'so we have the answer?'

ethan nods, 'i'm open to doing stuff with dudes, just not you.'

'whatever, you made out with me.'

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and yes, i think one night, just to be a shithead, ethan tells trouble,

'did parker ever tell you about the time he kissed me?'

[bug-decal-kissing]

Hey friends!

El caballero y el Mago, by DULname, was updated today, with 6/? Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with no additional tags :]

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Prismo: wow this forest is so nice and peaceful I sure hope nothing bad happens to me out here-

Scarab:

FINALLY CAUGHT HIM WAHOO but uh oh ! Now people are trying to kill Scarab !! Thus begins their reluctant allyship and maybe even more >:]<

Seraphyllic, by DrakianDH, was updated today, with 15/20 Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, and Major Character Death, with additional tags "scarab the god auditor - Freeform, prismo the wishmaster - Freeform, Priscrab, ProhibitedWish, Scrabby, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we get turned to legos like the lich, Adventure & Romance, Story within a Story, Eventual Happy Ending, Maybe - Freeform, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, You gotta work for the comfort, begining poem important, each chapter a word, prepare"

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DARK MEDIEVAL MYSTERY DRAMA CONTENT WAHOOOOO !!!! I agree with Prismo, I think Vermilion and Prismo should kiss maybe :] and surely it will not a reflection of their actual relationship hohohoho of course not/silly. AND PRISMO GETS TO TOUCH THINGS FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE YEAAAAAAAH

That Won't Fly With The Boss, by just_a_somebody, was updated today, with 8/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Prismo x scarab, ProhibitedWish, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Headcanon, might've given him trauma, please just hear me out - Freeform, what if scarab had wings like scarab beetles are supposed to?, key word had, it makes sense with canon, (to me at least), My first fic, Be nice to me, Post-Canon, and they were ROOMMATES, this can probably be considered as scarab having ptsd, PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers, Developing Relationship, scarab needs therapy, This is going to be a long fic, it’s the journey that matters, but I swear I have an ending in mind"

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The comfort part of hurt/comfort is finally here :,] my poor little bug man he needs a kiss and a blanket and also therapy please/lh. LET HIM BE WEAK LET HIM BE SAD </3 and screw orbo all my homies hate orbo/j

Wrath of the Wishmaster, by Void_Ink_Studios, was updated today, with 20/20 Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Scarab has identity issues, Orbo is the worst, Prismo gets mad, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Chronic Pain, Scarab has Chronic Pain, Established Relationship, Reminiscing, Backstory, Filling in gaps in the worldbuilding, Worldbuilding, Head cannon nonsense: GO!, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Implied Sexual Content, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Suicidal Thoughts, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Non-Graphic Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, cosmic gore, is that a thing?, It is now, Happy Ending"

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PRISMO WISH YEAH !!!! I love Prismo getting his own wish because he would very much so be afraid to make one after seeing how horrible they can go. But now he can be 3D and WALK and DO THINGS AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY A VERY BITTERSWEET ENDING TO ONE OF MY FAVOURITE WORKS :]

[sapphire-weapon]

Sorry to bring more discourse to your blog, but it's about the whole "problematic" shipling thing, because it's a part of older RE plot, that absolutely does my head in. It doesn't fucking make sense. We can talk ALL day about how Leon is canonically responsible for genocides. It's canon that these things have happened because he never has the backbone to finish the job or manage his feelings like a grown adult. It's an interesting talk, but it's NEVER (or very barely) addressed that way in the actual material. His whole "turn the other cheek, because he needs a vague romance" trope is really just one massive fucking plot hole and I don't know why people aren't completely pissed about it. His messy narrative is one of my least favourite things in the series. It almost turns me off of his games and movies entirely. I enjoyed REmake, 7 and 8 the most because at least the characters add up. Their motivations are clear. It's a fully formed story and we know who does what and why. They just haven't fucking done that with Leon. They can't decide on whether to flesh him out properly or to keep throwing him early naughts b-movie tropes that arguably, just make him less likeable (to me).

Sorry for the rant. But holy shit. Anything about his character outside of "I'm angry, let's shoot" has been fucking terrible, in my eyes. They have no idea what to do with him. His choices constantly fucking contradict themselves. He's like a nonstop, unstable "what to doooo?" asshole and I DON'T KNOW WHY ANYONE ELSE ISN'T MAD ABOUT THE CONSTANT PLOT HOLES AND SENSELESS BULLSHIT THIS CHARACTER DOES I HONESTLY DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW HE BECAME MORE POPULAR THAN CHRIS, CLAIRE, WESKER, HUNNIGAN, ETHAN AND JILL OTHER THAN "HE HAS COOL BANGS AND TELLS JOKES SOMETIMES" LIKE WHAT?

I know I'll get roasted and shredded for saying it, but jesus christ man, it's such an enormous pet peeve of mine. I just want the remakes to finish their job of understanding that Leon hasn't been written well and he's gotta be fixed. That Ashley actually has a whole load of potential and Ada has only ever been an empty, racist and sexist stereotype that can't be fixed unless they bother to actually write any sort of story for her other than "sexy Asian is mean sometimes, but her terrorism is okay because the emo boy kissed her this one time and has known her for a combined 15 hours."

Phew. I am mad. I'm sorry for exposing you to this. I've only gotten into RE like less than a year ago and the stupidity and lack of literacy and analysis in this fucking fanbase is crazy to me. If I see one more "sibling coded toxic age gap, Leon is flawless omg ashley little girl so silly" post I'm going to shave my head. Even my phone is glitching because it can't keep up with my seemingly very unpopular rager.

homie i'mma need u to fuckin breathe and understand that this is the same series where the only reason that the main villain ever had to hate the main protagonist was the fact that the main protagonist laughed at his science project -- and then that detail was retconned out of the remake, and now there's no reason for wesker to hate chris at all, actually.

this is the same series that killed off its main villain way too prematurely, realized immediately that they fucked up by doing it, and, instead of just retconning it and bringing him back, they tried to "oops! all weskers!" it, then didn't know what to do with that, then just decided to write it so that he had a son, but then nobody liked him, either, and now they're just going FUCK IT LET'S JUST REMAKE THE WHOLE THING.

this is the same series that is so unabashedly and unrepentantly racist that it sends its white american protagonist into the heart of africa, whereabouts he encounters a village with actual mud huts in it, where the townspeople are dressed in actual tribal clothing, and they chuck actual literal spears at him.

this is the same series where the creators openly admitted to not allowing their main female protagonist to visibly age because they thought it'd hurt their bottom line.

this is the same series where the objectively best title in it has a story that's so fucking bad that the dude who wrote and directed it said that he'd only support a remake of it if the remake fixed his shitty fucking story and actually told a good one.

this is the same series where rachel fucking foley exists and is meant to be taken seriously.

this is the same series where a dude fucking a spider is, questionably and arguably, canon.

leon is not remotely the worst part of resident evil's storytelling, nor is ada the most offensively racist part of it. THE ENTIRE NARRATIVE OF RESIDENT EVIL IS NONSENSE DOG GARBAGE. leon and ada are just par for the course.

if you are not a raccoon and/or opossum who enjoys gorging yourself on garbage, perhaps resident evil is not the series for you.

that's why they called it raccoon city in the first place.

because the playerbase must inevitably be filled with raccoons, because only raccoons would enjoy the sheer amount of garbage that the story throws at them.

[miaheartscove]

south park headcanons

random ❀ 4:57PM ❀ south park ❀ tw: mentions of sewer slide, major spoilers, slight nsfw, mentions of pedophillia/rxpe, mentions of ed ❀ teen au a/n: im so bored :P i have like 30 pending assignments lol

STAN MARSH

has average grades. b- minimum!

stan's a very jealous kid, kind-of. he has an "idc mindset," but sometimes when people close to him drift away, he really starts feeling anger and jealousy.

bisexual (HEAVILY IMPLIED!!)

can't handle the stress of pimple/acne, hence, a ton of acne scars on his face.

his voice cracks oftenly.

KYLE BROFLOVSKI

perfectionist. doesn't handle failure very well. doesn't handle disappointment well either.

closeted queer. (very heavily implied!!) kyle would always wonder why he never felt a spark with girls. they were cute and all but there was something about them that felt… off. not that there was a shortage of cute, pretty girls in his class, or even the whole school. eventually, he just searched it up online on a search engine and it gave him one answer : gay. it's also canon he's asexual !!

hates crying. thinks it makes him seem weak. (I READ THIS SOMEWHERE IDK WHERE THO)

bought spotify premium with his chores earnings.

kyle deeply cares about ike! they play video games together.

sarcasm is his language. will try to stretch out a sarcastic comment for as long as he can.

ERIC CARTMAN

does horribly in school. straight f's. but liane convinced the school board with her special tactics to let him stay in school.

moans in class.

has a narcissistic disorder.

somehow knows how to doxx. eric usually doxxs people when he loses an arguement.

knows how to speak german. (iykyk)

KENNY MCCORMICK

gapped teeth + missing tooth.

gives himself piercings! whether it be on his ears, face, or even down there... (actually got an infection when he did his penis piercing 🙁)

omnisexual (pref for women).

decent temper control!

kenny will help his friends with whatever they need!

he's funny when he can be, serious when he needs to be. a good listener too!

has ptsd from all the deaths he suffered. sometimes dreams about them. (semi-canon)

BUTTERS STOTCH

obviously a very bad relationship with his parents. so distant and unsupportive. butters sometimes believes they'd be better off without him, but doesn't want to die.

attachment issues.

sees mr. mackey as a father figure. butters goes to his office very oftenly.

has the most intense, violent, and fucked up intrusive thoughts..

really liked the whole marjorine thing and sometimes goes out with the girls in disguise.

plays roblox tycoons.

butters has a nintendo switch lite!! he plays animal crossing and his island is so cute and nicely decorated<3

panromantic, he/she.

CRAIG TUCKER

autistic. probably one of the most popular craig hcs out there.

craig's adopted. his parents thought they couln't have kids but then had tricia a few years later. (AGAIN IDK WHERE I READ THIS :(( )

has braces. another really popular craig hc.

peruvian. ANOTHER REALLY POPULAR CRAIG HC. cuz think abt it, how did he appear of a peruvian wall that peruvian people drew if he isn't peruvian. 🤔🤔

pulls on the strings of his hat when he's in distress.

CLYDE DONOVAN

he's queer except idk how to prove it...

clyde has a really bad relationship with his father. his father holds a huge grudge against him for killing his wife.

he's the real homie that kisses his homies goodnight 💋

developed bulimia (an eating disorder where one forces themself to vomit) when he was in middle school. poor bb became really self-concious though made it seem like people's comments didn't get to him. often didn't eat much, when he did eat, he'd just throw it all up.

has trouble expressing his emotions, or thoughts in general.

TOLKIEN BLACK

his parents are pretty religous, feeding tolkien a lot of their religous beliefs, or how their god blessed them with wealth and whatnot. (leaving this open, idk much abt religion so hc whichever religion ^^)

feels pressure to be the best, both academically and physically. he joined the football team and the debate club at school, always turns in his work, and even completes any extra work even if he doesn't need it.

likes buying all of his friends expensive gifts. his parents always wonder why he's wasted his weekly allowence in one afternoon. (bonus: his love language is giving gifts&lt;;3)

contrary to belief, tolkien isn't good at comforting. sure he has a way with words, but doesn't know how to handle with other people crying and freaking out. he just kind-of pats their back.

enjoys oldies<3 like frank sintra, perry como, bobby darin, etc ...

TWEEK TWEAK

thinks his whole life is a joke. (it kind-of is. his parents thought it would be funny to name him tweek.)

crusty lips.. also bites his lip a lot which causes a bunch of lip blisters.

loves iceberg videos. but creeps himself out with them.

cat person, but his parents don't let him get one.

tweek has a pretty diverse music taste and owns various t-shirts of his favorite bands.

his hands are always cold.

tweek has the darkest eyebags ever.

is scattered with freckles: nose, back, shoulders, everywhere.

JIMMY VALMER

unironically makes dad jokes.

heteroflexible, he/him.

unirronically, jimmy's favorite movie is the bee move.

owns a weiner dog!

voice cracked every 2 seconds during puberty.

has pulled lots of all nighters due to his god-awful writers block for his comdey routines.

WENDY TESTABURGER

bicurious + genderfluid, she/he. wendy thinks her friends are really pretty and finds herself questioning if she likes or like-likes them. she's also scared to come out.

mole under her right eye.

has a white cat!!

wendy has rather slender fingers, perhaps the influence of playing the piano.

president of the debate club!

BEBE STEVENS

slut shames girl when she loses an arguement/when she's jealous. (ALSO READ THIS SOMEWHERE DK WHERE)

101% pinterest girl. has the most organized page ever.

loves wearing skirts!! standing at 5'7", bebe has pretty long legs, which she loves to show off!

used to wear her mom's heels a lot as a little girl. now, she's a whole professional at walking in heels! probably could run in them too!!

hoop earrings are her fav!

bebe is photogenic af, and she knows it!!

SHELLEY MARSH

true crime lover<3

unhealthy attachment issues + daddy issues + anger issues.

shelley gets really jealous of stan because of all the attention he gets from their parents and takes it out on him.

MIXED HEADCANONS

kenny shares his playboy magazines with clyde.

shelley and kevin are dating! bonus: shelley gives karen all of her old barbies to her. it makes her so happy to the point karen nearly cries.

wendy and bebe have kissed once for the fun of it.

eric forces the boys play among us with him.

kenny has really greasy hair. butters oftenly invites kenny over to his house to take a shower and sleep comfortably for at least one night.

kenny is the only person butters told about his uncle, who rxped him. that night, butters cried so much.

tweek and craig love playing minecraft together<3

clyde invites himself over to craig's/tolkien/jimmy's house oftenly. he's scared of tweek's parents so he avoids going to his house at all costs. ALSO WALKED IN ON CRAIG AND TWEEK MAKING OUT..

cartman calls craig "metal mouth" as an insult. eventually became a nickname for craig.

kenny has no idea butters is marjorine. he has the biggest puppy crush on her bro.

bebe and clyde have an off-and-on relationship. whenever bebe needs new shoes, she comes back to clyde, knowing he'll glady accept her with open arms, then gets dumped a week later.

(in reference to tolkien's 2nd hc) tolkien feels as though craig, tweek, clyde, and jimmy are the only people who he can be himself with. he's very carefree with them ^^

tolkien accidently crashed craig's car once.

the strain of sharon and randy's divorce makes stan go into another deep depression, where he picked up his drinking habit again. he hates siding on their custody so he stays at kyle's house sometimes.

(in reference to bebe's 6th hc) clyde has taken a ton of pictures of bebe, and in each and every one of them, she looks absolutely stunning.

[michael-drummey]

Achilles x Patroclus Explained: for anyone who needs it plainly mapped out for them one more time.

The Iliad:

-Most obviously there is a Special Relationship between Achilles x Patroclus

-Achilles and Patroclus share a Bed & Tent, Patroclus also does all the  “domestic” work for the 2 of them on top of being a soldier

-”But he had Briseis who he was going to marry”, despite only bragged about her because she was a war prize taken by Agamemnon thus taking his honor, he was “locker room talking for the boys” when in reality he had no sexual contact/dimension/relationship with her yet. He also knew the prophecy he wasn’t coming back from Troy so this is one of two reasons we can say that they have no plans together, (see bullet point one for second reason) and then later he wishes Artemis had killed her way back when they were raiding cities. It is also inferable that Patroclus had planted this seed of thought in her mind to put her at ease with Achilles as well as protect his honor because Patroclus is always there for Achilles (Achilles does take Briseis into his bed in Book 24 but again totally as a spoil of war... she is a conquest not a lover)

-Greeks know Achilles will only listen to Patroclus, Especially Nestor who goes to Patroclus to persuade Achilles to re-enter the fight

-When Achilles receives Patroclus’s body his first thought is to end himself with a sword because he does not want to live in a world without Patroclus

-Achilles’s rage at the death of Patroclus and wishing he had let all the Greeks die and they conquered Troy together

-Refusal to eat & sleep while weeping for days on end in bed with Patroclus’s body

-Andromache’s speech about Hector, forsaking all her other loved ones for her husband, aka her one true love and then Achilles giving the almost exact same speech right after about Patroclus his “beloved”

-Achilles kills Hector (Gods even fear his rage and that such emotion could cause war to end before prophesied) aka Achilles could change fate because he so “grieved” for Patroclus - totally homies right?!

-Achilles drags Hectors body from his chariot damaging and defiling the corpse for days; Angering the gods, to which he doesn’t care

-Thetis then comes to Achilles, to which he wants none of her comfort, during their conversation she also has to suggest AND specify for him to now have sex with a woman and maybe find a wife before his life is over (why does she have to specify “woman” & who/what was keeping him from getting a wife)

-Achilles tosses and turns sleeplessly (body of Patroclus is still kept in his bed) and he longs for Patroclus’s “μένος” (menos) which in ancient greek translates to “Might - Manhood - Vigor - Semen” plainly speaking “Spunk” (both kinds!)

-Achilles reaches to embrace the ghost of Patroclus when he appears before him - desiring to physically touch 

-Achilles plays the role of the woman and/or wife of the deceased when they burn Patroclus’s body on the funeral pyre and then collects the ashes himself and puts them in the golden urn. Achilles then charges the men to do the same to him when he dies putting his ashes in the same golden urn and burying them together so that they will physically be together for all eternity - which does happen

-LITERALLY ACHILLES x PATROCLUS

Most Ancient Greeks, Shakespeare, Artists & Intellectuals:

ACTUAL Greek Artwork from 500 BCE (currently resides on display in Germany)

-There is no reference to this moment in any record or story. In this depiction Achilles wraps Patroclus’s arm while he sits between his open legs, and Patroclus lets his dick hang out, while Achilles’s is visible as well, super intimate for “bros”

-Later greeks assumed or imagined their relationship as Pederastic (An older “erastes” lover & an “eromenos” younger beloved) because that was the norm of that period but no one could definitely decide who was the top and who was the bottom 

**SIDE NOTE They do not have an age gap to support the Pederastic Theory AND after the pederastic relationship ended the men involved married women which we know neither Achilles nor Patroclus had nor plans to do

-Plato totally thought Achilles was a Bottom in his “Symposium” 

-Aeschylus (the literal inventor of Greek Tragedy) portrayed Achilles & Patroclus as lovers in his lost play “The Myrmidons” which was based on The Iliad. Surviving lines from the play are of Achilles speaking of “Patroclus’s Reverent Company, his thighs, and being ungrateful for many kisses”

-345 BCE = Athenian politician, Aeschines states in a speech during his trial that Homer didn’t have to say what they were because 1. the Greeks were more sexually fluid then 2. there wasn’t a word for “Homosexual” 3. Homer was a storyteller and ANY educated man knew what they were, like its THAT obvious

-Alexander the Great and his lover Haphaestion (this is a whole other can of worms still being fought) liked to think of themselves, and referred to each other as “Achilles & Patroclus”

-Shakespeare features the two in his play “Troilus and Cressida” in which Patroclus is called “Achilles’s Brach” aka “Achilles’s Bitch”

-Renaissance Artists & those onward armed with their skill, knowledge, and obsession with all things ancient painted numerous depictions of the two, usually scenes of Achilles receiving Patroclus’s body, and for “buddies” they sure love painting them showing A LOT of skin

-By roughly the 1960′s & 70′s historians and scholars started talking about them openly again with the

“ARE WE READY TO STOP PLAYIN’ AND OPENLY ACKNOWLEDGE THEM AS ‘YOU KNOW’”

  All joking aside we still have a select number of Historians, Scholars, and Hollywood still holding out:

-What about Briseis!? (see above) they both also do sleep with a woman each but sadly here they are seen more as conquest and war prizes than actual lovers - again there is a fluidity

-Achilles was a HERO! Best of the Greeks -He’s always shown as A MAN’S MAN! YET in a separate myth (see Achilleid) his mother Thetis was able to hide him among a group of girly girls on Skyros to which he was perfectly disguised and has a one night stand with the princess again showing their regard for sexual fluidity. ALSO Do not disrespect that he was a manly hero and a femboy! This also explains how his son comes to be - again this is a completely separate myth and origin

-Could they be cousins!? (NO)

-**Closing Eyes** Homo-erotic? WHERE? “Item Not Found”

-”Well all we can say, there is no source, Homer never explicitly stated that Achilles and Patroclus were a couple or had a sexual relationship that we can find in the source material so... I am choosing to ignore all context and blatant evidence, as well have no heterosexual explanation for them either...  you’re just reading into it too much”:

EVERYONE who has a brain and has read The Iliad:

As for myself having read the Iliad, studied this Art, History, and Culture, as well as having a BFA; when you know, YOU KNOW. Feel free to share, use this as inspiration to read “The Iliad” if you haven’t already, think critically, and study up on your own!

IN CONCLUSION = THEY GAY & THE OTP !!

(Highly Suggest “The Song of Achilles” as well)

[antique-traveler]

ok ok but literally imagine an AU where matt is a professor and foggy is a student (not a problematic age gap i swear. matt’s a young professor) where karen is kinda like matt’s assistant teacher (she teaches some lessons from a journalism standpoint and she’s always hanging around with him)

anyways, theyre like the ‘cool teachers’ (like the teachers that everyone’s comfortable making a dirty joke with and they do prank wars every now and then, that type beat)

foggy’s a student along with marci, and let’s just say on day one of that class he’s already absolutely head over heels for this hot professor that has an absolutely adorable smile and laugh. but as time goes on, foggy sees how karen and matt interact and is mortified when marci makes a comment about them making a cute couple. his fantasy ends pretty fast after that. of course, matt and karen aren’t dating (lesbian karen rights) but they’re that type of besties where they’re always platonically touching (maybe a goodbye kiss but they’re both touch starved and single and i believe in kissing ur homies

so foggy has to just COPE until one day (maybe in june for pride) matt mentions that he’s gay and foggy just GAPES

okay so i tweaked this a little bit and made matt and karen both be ta's, just cause you usually need a lot of experience to be an actual professor and i didn't want this to be a problematic age gap thing lol. thank you so much for the request!!

1.6k, T, no warnings

Foggy felt like such a cliche. From the second he stepped into his Contracts Law class for the first time, he immediately had the most embarrassing, juvenile, heart-stuttering, cheek-reddening crush on one of the teacher’s assistants. Don’t get him wrong, both of the TA’s were smoking hot, and Karen had a certain naive charm to her, but something about that boy, Matt, just wormed its way into Foggy’s brain, and he couldn’t get him off his mind. His shy smile, the well-built frame that hid beneath his loose sweatshirts, his quick wit and biting sense of humor, everything about him made Foggy’s heart go into overdrive. 

Marci had noticed, of course she had, and made it her personal duty to make Foggy’s life a living hell. Every single time they walked into the lecture hall together, every single time, Marci would start quietly humming Hot for Teacher, only loud enough for Foggy to hear. She made jokes about the doe eyes that Foggy very much did not make at Matt, thank you very much, she sighed wistfully every time Foggy even mentioned his name, she even went as far as to cover a sheet of paper in doodles of “Mr. Foggy Murdock” and “Foggy + Matt = 2Gether 4Ever” and hide it in one of his notebooks. She was insufferable.

Even worse than that, though, was the fact that Matt was obviously straight, and obviously dating Karen. When Professor Hale went on one of his long, arduous lectures, the two of them would sit pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, snickering to each other all the while. They walked to and from class together, sometimes Karen would even come in wearing one of Matt’s hoodies. Between the embarrassment of having a crush on his TA, Marci’s constant joking, and Matt and Karen’s obvious relationship, Foggy was, to put it simply, living in hell.

Even if Professor Hale was boring as sin, Foggy still tended to like his class, if only because of the twenty to thirty minutes there always was left at the end of the lecture. Foggy had a chance to get a head start on his homework, sometimes even finish it, and Matt and Karen would go out into the class to mingle with students. It was, of course, under the guise of helping anyone with any questions they had, but for the most part they tended to just hang out and joke around. The downside though, was that they clearly preferred to hand out and joke around with Foggy and Marci. Foggy was sure this was some sort of karmic punishment for a horrible sin he’d committed in a past life. 

It was mid-October when the four of them first really clicked. Professor Hale finished his lesson about twenty minutes early and forgotten to give anyone homework, so Foggy got to spend the whole time just hanging out with Marci, Karen, and Matt, all the while putting in a very conscious effort to not act as stupid and lovesick as he was.

Foggy couldn’t take his eyes off of Matt. He spoke with such an ease and confidence, it was nearly impossible to not hang onto his every word. His jokes were perfectly timed, and expertly walked the line between bitingly sarcastic and sincerely good-natured. Foggy could listen to him talk about anything, from the weather to the Supreme Court. The tone of his voice, the way he gestured with his hands as he spoke, the subtle bob of his Adam’s apple, all of it was magnetic. 

Eventually the lecture hall was empty, except for their little ragtag group of four, and Foggy was starting to actually relax. He was feeling all warm and light at the way Matt laughed at one of his jokes, when he was interrupted by an alarm going off on Marci’s phone.

“Oh, shit,” she said, staring at the screen scornfully. “I have a study group at the library I’m gonna be late for, I gotta go.”

Karen perked up. “Oh, I was gonna head to the Law Library today, too. Let’s walk together.” She stood and handed Marci her bag from where it was resting on the chair next to her.

“For sure,” Marci said brightly. She turned back and smiled sharply at Foggy and Matt. “You boys have fun.” Foggy was gonna kill her.

Karen paused by the door for Marci to catch up, and raised her voice slightly. “Movie night at my place tonight, right, Matt?”

Matt turned toward her. “Yeah, uh, Roman Holiday, right?”

“Yeah! See you then!” Karen held the door open for Marci, and the next thing he knew, Foggy and Matt were alone.

A thick silence hung between them, and Foggy felt like he had to break it or else he’d molt out of his skin like a spider. “You, uh, watching the classics or something?”

“Yeah,” Matt smiled, “Karen says I need to pay more attention to pop culture.”

Foggy snickered. “Does she know that Roman Holiday came out in, like, the 50’s? I don’t know if it’s really pop culture anymore at this point.”

“That’s what I told her,” Matt said with a laugh, “but she thinks I need to spend less time studying, so she’s just making me watch as many movies as possible. I actually almost agree with her.”

“Do you not have any, like, hobbies?” Foggy asked, letting himself ease into the conversation a little more.

“Probably not as many as I should. I mean, I work out, but I don’t know if that counts as a hobby, per se. Karen’s been trying to get me to relax more, though, so I’ve started hanging out with her and her girlfriend recently. It was actually her girlfriend that suggested we do a movie night.” 

Foggy blinked dumbly and tried to process that information. “Oh, I thought– I thought you and Karen were, like, together.”

Matt scrunched up his nose and laughed. “Oh, no. We both… play for different teams.”

“Oh,” Foggy said before realizing what Matt meant. “Oh! So, you’re…”

“Gay,” Matt finished with a smile. “So’s Karen.”

“C–Cool! Yeah, I’m bisexual, so, you know, go– good for you. For us. Cause we’re both– well, all three of us are. Like that. Gay. Or– or bi, in my case.” Foggy was about to sprint out of the room and into oncoming traffic.

Matt, thank God, just laughed and changed the subject, letting Foggy blush like a middle schooler in peace until they eventually headed back to their respective dorms.

Foggy shut the door to his thankfully empty dorm with a sigh and immediately pulled out his phone. He paced nervously around the room as he waited for Marci to pick up, probably wearing a hole into the carpet.

“What’s up, Foggy Bear?” Marci said through the phone once she picked up.

Foggy’s head snapped up and he stopped pacing. “Did you know that Matt and Karen aren’t together?”

“Well, yeah. They’re both gay,” she answered matter-of-factly.

“And you just, what, let me keep believing they were dating to fuck with me?”

“Yep,” Marci said, her voice cool and even. “I’m glad you finally figured it out, it was starting to get a little boring.”

“Marci, what the genuine, actual fuck?” Foggy started pacing again, anxiously running a hand through his hair. “You’ve been teasing me for months about liking a straight guy who is literally the exact opposite of straight.”

“Uh-huh. I like watching you squirm.” With that, she hung up and left Foggy pacing in his room in silence. Maybe he could get Matt to be his lawyer when he went to trial for killing Marci in cold blood.

A week later and Foggy was back in his Contracts Law class, still giving Marci the stink eye and still having heart palpitations every time Matt smiled at him. This time, as the four of them chatted at the end of class, Matt seemed stiffer, quieter than he usually did, his leg bounced anxiously and his cheeks had a slight pink flush that didn’t seem to fade. 

Eventually, class came to a close, and the four of them stood up to go their separate ways. Well, the four of them except for Matt, who stayed in his seat and bit his lip. “Hey, Foggy, hold on a second,” he called out once Foggy was a few yards away.

Foggy felt his heart jump into his throat and he stepped back towards Matt. “What’s up?”

Matt seemed to straighten out, that confident smile made its way back onto his face, and his voice regained the same self-assured clarity it always had. “Do you wanna get some coffee sometime? Just the two of us? There’s a great place just across the street from the Law Library that I think you’ll like.”

Foggy didn’t know if his heart was still in his throat, because he was pretty sure it stopped beating entirely. Did insanely hot Matt Murdock just ask him out? Like, on a date?

Matt blushed a fantastic shade of red and laughed. “Yeah, I did.”

“Wha- fuck, did I actually say that out loud?” Foggy asked, praying for the building to get nuked so he wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment that was crawling its way through his chest.

“Yeah. Glad to know you think I’m hot, though. Definitely makes me a little more confident that you’ll say yes.” Matt’s blush receded slightly and his smile turned cocky.

“Uh, y– yeah, yes! I’d love to get coffee with you!” 

“Great, does tomorrow work for you? Around ten?”

“Yes! Perfect! Tomorrow at ten!”

Matt stood up and grabbed his shoulder bag, giving Foggy’s arm a squeeze before unfolding his cane and heading towards the door. “Cool. I���ll see you then, Foggy.”

Foggy didn’t even respond, just felt his insides turn into a sort of warm, mushy goo that made him feel floaty all over.

Ten minutes later, he slammed his door and pulled out his phone. “Fuck you, Marci, turns out teacher’s hot for me, too.”

[volturicangetit]

D.V/A.V/J.V/F.V- soft moments

anon: ANY OF THE VOLTURI GUARDS WITH 9, 10, 12, AND 13 FROM YOUR PROMPTS.

9 ” Vampires? God no, those fuckers can go back to the ’ Vampire Diaries ’, I’ll have a wolf. “

10 ” Fuck me. “ ” I might. “

12 ” There is blood on my new couch, my phone just broke and I’m already in big debt so, no, I won’t calm down. “.

13 ” Cool cape, mosquito boy. “

A/N: I decided to just use one prompt for every guard so yeah, because I just couldn’t choose between them. <#

DEMITRI:

A steady knock on your window pulls your attention away from your book. You look up at your left towards your window. A dark figure with two bright red eyes is staring at you. A normal person would be terrified, but not you. You have gotten to know the person as Demitri. You met him two months back when you had gotten lost in the city that you now call your home, Volterra. He had shown you around and brought you back to your house and you have stayed friends ever since. He comes by almost every night to check up on you and hang out at your place for a bit. You quickly throw the book down onto the couch you are sitting on and jump up, running to the window. You open it and Demitri silently makes his way inside. You quickly close the window behind him to prevent any more cold air from coming into your warm home. Demitri wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug. His cold skin is concealed by a thick layer of clothes. His normally formal outfit of a robe and blouse is now replaced by a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. You didn't know any better than 'casual Demitri' but if any of his coven members saw him like this, it would be a culture shock. "Demi," you croak out. "Can't breath.". You give him some pats on his back so signal him to let you go. He quickly releases you from his grip and walks over to the couch before letting himself fall onto the soft furniture. His fingers run over the cotton fabric that covers it.

"So, what have you been up to?" he asks. A smile appears onto your face at the sound of his voice. God, you loved his accent. You walk over to him and grab the book that is lying beside him. He looks at the cover. "A vampire novella?" he asks. You shake your head, smacking his head with the book softly before plopping onto the couch next to him and continuing your book.

"Vampires? God no, those fuckers can go back to the ’ Vampire Diaries ’, I’ll have a wolf," you say before pointing at the white wolf printed into the cover of the book. Demitri fake pouts as he holds a hand over his heart. "Oh, how it breaks my old heart to hear that.". You know about Demitri's vampirism. You don't know the in's and out's of it but it also isn't very hard to guess judging by his red eyes and unusual clothing when you first met.

You shrug, putting the book down again. "Yeah, I don't know. At least wolves won't try to kill me," you say. You put your two pointer fingers up to your lips, making 'fangs' with them. "I want to suck yer' blood!" you say in a bad Dracula-like accent. Demitri lets out a laugh as he gives your arm a playful slap. "On a totally different note, want to watch a movie? Maybe 'Dracula'?" you ask. Demitri throws a pillow that is lying beside him at your head.

"Or 'The vampires assistant'?" you giggle as you shield yourself from the pillow. Demitri lets out a groan as lets his head fall back and rest against the couch. "Will you ever stop with those annoying vampire jokes?". You shake your head with a shit-eating grin on your lips. Demitri jumps up and holds a hand softly over your throat as he leans in closer. "I might just have to turn you then,". You swat his hand away from you and give him a small push against his chest before grabbing the remote of your television and turning it on, opening Netflix. "Yeah right, now shut up and watch 'Dracula' with me”

ALEC:

You and the other higher guards are walking over to the throne room. A trial is to be held in a couple of minutes and you're presence is requested to protect the masters from a possible lash out. You got yourself a place in the Volturi a couple of hundred years ago when Alec and Jane found you on a mission. You felt a strong pull toward Alec the moment you saw him. Marcus confirmed your suspicion when he stated that you two were indeed mates. You and Alec have been inseparable ever since. Which is why it doesn't even faze you when he suddenly runs up beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he walks with you to the throne room. "I was wondering where you were," you say as you lean into his touch.

"I am sorry, il mio amore, some new guard had gotten into some trouble," he says. You shrug, before looking in front of you again. "It's alright,". The trip to the throne room isn't very long. From behind the door, you can already hear grunts and screaming. The vampire on trial had arrived earlier and is clearly not agreeing with the masters. Alec turns you towards him to give you a kiss. Your lips connect and you melt into his touch. The moment is short-lived though since you hear the sound of the marble floor breaking. A fight. "Fuck me," you mumble under your breath as you get yourself ready to fight off the vampire. "I might," Alec growls into your ear.

You push him off you with a smile. "Maybe if you walk me with the wanker," you say as you point towards the dark oak doors. Alec nods as he walks out in front of you and throws the doors open. He looks over his shoulder and sends a wink your way before using his speed to run towards the angry vampire. Cheeky fucker.

JANE:

You are annoyed. No, angry. Your day had already been shitty. You missed your bus so you had to walk to work through the pouring rain. Your feet have been killing you since you woke up and your boss yelled at you for coming late. Now, when you finally got home, you find your best friend Jane on your now blood-stained couch with your neighbour lying dead beside her. You got so scared from the sight that you let your phone fall on the ground, causing the screen to break. "What the fuck, Jane? What the actual, royal fuck!" you scream at her as you run over to her to check if she's okay. She slaps away your hand tiredly. "I didn't get to drink in some time, I'm sorry," she says as wipes the remainders of blood from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. You shake your head as you sprint to your kitchen to get a damp cloth in an effort to safe your ruined couch.

"I got that you have to drink blood and shit, but why the fuck do you need to use my neighbour for that? He's kind, well was, thanks to you," your tone is pointed as you crouch down in front of the couch and to scrub the still fresh blood away. "He was only human," Jane shrugs as she gets up from her position on the floor. She uses her speed to run over to the kitchen and grab herself a cloth as well and starts to help you with the couch.

"Only human? What the fuck is wrong with being human?" you yell. She places a hand on your shoulder which you quickly shrug off. "Jesus, calm down,". You shake your head and throw your cloth at her head. "There is blood on my new couch, my phone just broke and I’m already in big debt so, no, I won’t calm down,". You stand up and starts to walk in circles around your living room. Everything was becoming a bit too much. Jane quickly sees the seriousness of the issues and walks over to you, pulling you into a hug to make you stand still. You break down in her arms, letting the tears that have been building up all day finally fall from your eyes. Jane rubs soft circles on your back with one hand as the others softly pet your head.

"It is going to be alright," she says in a soft voice. " I'll take care of your financials and replace your couch. Vampire money, remember?" she says. You laugh through your tears as you hear her use your term for the insane amount of money the Volturi and its members have build up over time. You nod, wrapping your arms around her small form. "It is going to be alright, I am here for you.”

FELIX:

You are the newest and youngest member of the Volturi, having only been turned three years ago and joining them only a year into your 'second life'. The Volturi normal didn't have such young members but they changed that when Aro saw you using your gift in one of Alice's visions. The age gap between you and the rest is like an elephant in the room. Not only did you dress very different from them, but your vocabulary is also vastly different. You have been getting along with Felix because of this. You are like a breath of fresh air in his dead lungs. "Hey, beefcake!" Felix hears you call out. You have given him that nickname since the moment you met him, and he would be lying is he said it didn't bring a smile to his face. He turns around, looking down at you. "What cracka-lacking, old man?" you say. He tilts his head to the side in confusion.

"Cracka-lacking?" he asks with a smile on his face. You nod. "Yeah, like, what's up?". He nods, shrugs his shoulder before pointing over his shoulder, notifying you on what direction to go. He continues his walk and you follow him. " Not a lot, I have to bring a message to the secretary,".

You wipe some fake sweat of your forehead. "Pf, glad I showed up. You would have given her a heart attack, homie.". He frowns his forehead as he looks at you. "I can't help how fragile human hearts are," he says in a deep tone. You shake your head and give his arm a soft slap.

"Hearts are not fragile, you're just really fucking scary," you say. "Like a big bear. A big blood-sucking bear,". Felix rolls his eyes at your words as you near the secretary. Panic fills her eyes as she spots Felix but that leaves the moment she sees you. You send her a thumbs-up as you run over to her desk, sitting down into it. "Hi, what's popping?" you ask as you two do your handshake. You created a handshake with her as you spent most of your day with her. Not only was it good to be around her to gain more self-control, but since you are still very new to the vampire world you relate to her the most. "Sto bene, grazie," she says. She doesn't know much English, which is why you are teaching her some and she is teaching you Italian. Felix hands a small note he has been holding to her. She quickly reads through it before sending him a smile. She grabs a package from under her desk and hands it to him. "New clothes," she says in a thick accent.

Felix rips the brown bag of the piece of clothing. A robe. He wraps it around his shoulders to see if it fits. "Cool cape, mosquito boy," you say, earning a laugh from the secretary. "I am as much of a mosquito as you are," he says. You nod your head at him as you jump off the desk, spotting Alec at the end of the hall and walking towards him. "Sounds like something a mosquito would say," you say with a laugh before calling out to Alec.

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[sandpumpkin]

Dear to the Heart

This was a secret santa gift for the wonderful @elliemehl​ and she said I could post it. So! Please enjoy some soft mochi. 

Warning: mild angst.

Fluff. 

under the cut because it’s a litte long.

Being able to peek into the future was a gift most people would kill for, and it was a skill Katakuri had honed for many years; yet now he was almost reluctant to use it. Every dawn he woke feeling a piece of him was missing, every day he cursed those painful words. And every night, he thought of how he missed her curled up in his arms.

But it was the right thing to do.

-3 years earlier-

“What do you mean?” she asked, tears already threatening to spill from her eyes as she looked up at him. Katakuri reached with his giant hand to carefully wipe the tears away.

“You have to leave.” he replied sternly, “for your own safety.” He  moved away from her to sit behind his desk, knowing that if he stayed close he would want to hold her and never let go. “You have yet to pay your soul tax – you cannot stay. I have already prepared a ship and residence for you out of Mama’s territory.” It was a battle to remain impervious to her tears.

“I don’t- I don’t want to go.” Her voice cracked as she struggled to string a sentence together.

“You will leave,” he said with his usual cold tone and not the softer tone he used with her, “Go now while Mama is too busy planning another wedding to notice a ship slip out of the area.” 

Clutching her shirt tightly, she swallowed back more tears and smiled at him. It pained him so much to see how her smile quivered every second it was upon her beautiful face. “Goodbye Katakuri...I love you..” she sniffled and hurried out of his office, breaking into sobs. 

Katakuri balled his hands into tight fists and tried to calm his own frantic emotions.

As do I. One day when it is safer I will come for you.

-Present Day-

Another day had rolled by and he found himself in the Seducing Woods, home to his sister Brulee. He used to walk here with his beloved, she loved this eerily spooky forest and Brulee had been overjoyed to know her dear brother had finally found someone special; she always made sure the forest homies kept their eyes closed when Katakuri came here, giving him some privacy from prying eyes. “Kata! My sweetest mochi!” He could almost hear her sweet voice in his ears, almost feel her beside him holding his large hand in her far smaller one.

He sat down by the lake hidden away by the trees in the centre of the forest and reached into his waistcoat pocket to pull out a delicate silver locket which he carefully opened. His bright pink eyes softened as they gazed upon her sweet face; running a thumb over the portrait he wanted  nothing more than to have her here in his arms.

So many times he was tempted to use his future sight to see what her future held but he was scared. What if her future wasn’t with him? What if she had found another?

But the gifts he had sent her had been delivered –  unless she was selling them? So many unanswered questions that stabbed at his heart like knives.

He remembered their first kiss in this very forest on a full moon when she tumbled into the river.

-

Katakuri had been so focused on making sure no one was around that he had failed to even consider that she might slip by accident. She slipped and Katakuri had moved to grab her but instead her hand had clutched at his thick scarf pulling it clean over his head and into the cold lake. He remembered the shock as he stood with his hand still outstretched like a stunned deer. It had all happened so fast and now she would surface and see his hideous face. It took a lot to make Katakuri jump but when she surfaced taking a gasp of air, he felt his body jolt slightly, and he watched her as she shook the water from her hair.

“I am so sorry, Kata..kuri..” She looked up at him, holding his scarf which had probably soaked up plenty of water. She was staring and Katakuri moved to cover his face, backing away from the water's edge and turning around. “Katakuri, wait!” she called frantically, and he heard the sound of his scarf slopping onto the ground as she clambered out of the water.

A gentle hand came to rest on his forearm. “Katakuri?” She hesitated. “I know you’ve always hidden your face and I understand if you do not wish to show me but I want you to know that I love you. I love every aspect of you. Everything about you fills my heart – you’re  so strong and unyielding, and so gentle and caring, so loyal and understanding of others with or without your future sight. Please know that there is nothing in this world that would change how I feel about you. I shall say it over and over - I love you, Charlotte Katakuri, and always will.”

Swallowing his uncertainty he turned back to her, a gloved hand still covering his face as he knelt down to breach their difference in height No battle he had fought could compare to the anxiety thudding in his chest. What if her words were hollow and would shatter the moment she glimpsed at his face properly?

Gingerly she touched his hand,  gazing into his eyes to seek his permission. At a slight nod of his head  she guided his arm to his side, leaving him defenseless to her judgement.

He turned his eyes away, unable to bear the sight of the disgust that probably lingered  in her eyes, but warm hands came to cup his face as though he were made out of the most delicate of meringues. Her soft fingers traced his facial features: the long scar that spread from his lips and his huge teeth. “How handsome,” she said, after what felt like an eternity of silence. He finally looked back at her and was shocked: she was smiling at him so gently, not a trace of fear in her beautiful eyes. Her fingers ran through his short spiky hair and guided his head to her chest so she could plant a kiss into his hair “I am glad you showed me your face and I stand true by my words. I love you.”

Katakuri closed his eyes in relief. His whole body eased into hers, savouring this foreign gentle touch, and he raised his hands to wrap around her body, holding her close. He might be one of the sweet commanders and most feared people on Totto Island but right now he felt like a normal man being loved by his sweetheart.

“Katakuri?” she asked hesitantly, “could we...could we kiss? Or maybe..is it too soon?” she stammered out as though she had just proposed the most illicit action ever. Katakuri peered up from her chest to see her cheeks tinted red. The butterflies swirling around his stomach made him feel like a young man again, when he had missed out on these feelings. People were so scared of him that none dared approach him and now here he was pondering his first kiss with someone he loved dearly. He nodded and the look of excitement mixed with nervousness in her eyes. 

Katakuri allowed her to take the lead - he was no expert at romance, all this completely new to him. Cradling his face still, she closed the gap between them to plant little kisses all over his face before placing the softest kiss on his lips. The moon had been shining down upon them like the lovers in a melodramatic play: it was a moment he could never forget.

-

Katakuri looked up at the sky where another full moon cast down its cold rays upon him. Another act without its leading lady. How many years do I have left on this earth?. He was in his forties now and still he felt incomplete. How many years had he wasted without her by his side? Despite his status and branding as a pirate all he wanted was to live out his days with her, perhaps have a family of his own, or maybe just pets, whatever she wanted as long as she was by his side. Snapping the lid closed with a quiet click, he pocketed the locket and finally headed home. Though is it really a home without her?

One of the servants greeted him urgently as he entered his home. “Sir, you have a visitor.” Tensing as Katakuri glanced down at him sternly.

“This late?” he questioned flatly, he was tired and had no intention of pandering to some uncalled for guest.  “Send them away.” He headed toward the living room only to have the servant give chase trying to keep up with Katakuri’s much longer stride.

“Sir. They came earlier and insisted they wait for you.” Katakuri stopped in his tracks and grumbled, running a hand over his short spiky hair, “They have a seal of the Charlotte family. I thought you would be angry if I sent them away-” Sighing in defeat, Katakuri turned on his heels marching towards the far end of the hallway, his spurs clinking on the well polished marble floor.

As he headed through the hall his chest tightened that the sight of  a familiar form sitting in the grand main hall. No. It can’t be …. 

He must remain resolute in his decision and send her away again. With long strides he walked past her, not even sparing  her a glance.

“Will you not even look at me?” she asked. He stole a quick glimpse over his shoulder;  she was standing, clutching her coat nervously the same way as the day she left, though now her eyes watched him sternly.

“We will talk in my office,” he said coolly and marched off to his office, her soft footsteps following behind. He took his spot behind his desk, leaning back in his large chair to maintain his aloof persona. Folding his arms around his wide tattooed chest, “Why-” he began.

“I came back for you,” she interrupted determinedly, “I need to be beside you, Katakuri. I’m ready to face Big Mom with you. I want to spend the rest of my days with you.” She studied him carefully, making sure her eyes never left his. 

“I assumed you have moved on.” he admitted quietly. Looking away shamefully. Why would she want to come back?

“You thought I had found someone else?” she asked in surprise. 

“Why did you come back.” His question was cold and abrupt but after how he sent her away, he needed to know.

“Brulee explained everything to me. I know why you sent me away.” She explained, smiled softly, walking around the desk to stand beside him and reached for his scarf. He tensed but then closed his eyes, allowing her to pull the heavy fur scarf over his head. Her soft hands grazed his face, turning it towards her “How I have missed your handsome face.” she cooed, leaning in to gently pepper his face in light airy kisses “How could I have loved anyone else knowing that my sweet donut was here all alone?”

Closing his eyes, Katakuri allowed her to continue to shower him in kisses. This..this is just like that night.  A smile tugged at his lips and carefully he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him. How he had missed her touch, her scent, her warmth. 

“Forgive me,” he mumbled into her chest “I sent you away thinking it was for the best and never thought about how you would feel. I wanted to keep you safe from all this.” he felt her face nuzzle his hair gently which spurred him to carry on talking “Thank you..Thank you for coming back to me. Not a day passed where you weren’t at the forefront of my mind.”

“I missed you Katakuri.” she said, trailing her fingers in little circles over the back of his neck.

“We’ll conquer this future together,” he said, his voice barely audible. He looked up at her and saw that joyous sparkle of happiness in her eyes.

“Forever and always, my sweet,” and she sealed her words with a tender kiss to his lips.

It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders: Katakuri felt whole again. Complete. Nothing would ever separate them again, not even the will of his own mother.

[kpoppwriter]

Want To

@ptg-runaway​ asked: some nice domestic Wonwoo smut

Genre: smut obvi

Words: 1.1K+

Warnings: its pretty vanilla sex but there’s sex lol

A/N: I wanted to write some svt smut and my homie here gave me this idea for her bias so here ya go! ily 💚

“Come here.”

You looked up from your book. Wonwoo sat in his computer chair which was now facing towards you. He was playing a new game that he had got while you two were out shopping earlier. He looked excited as he gestured for you to come towards him. 

“But my book,” you complained

“You really have to play this, it’s a lot of fun,” he insisted

Knowing you couldn’t say no to him, you got up off the couch and made your way over to your best friend. You stood next to him looking over his shoulder at the computer screen.

“No, you need to play it.”

Wonwoo took your wrist and pulled you onto his lap. Despite him being only your friend, you’ve sat on his lap before. It was usually on packed car rides or when you were at the dorms and there wasn’t any space on the couch or floor, however. There was something different about him pulling you onto his lap like this. 

He started up the game, his arms wrapping around your waist so the controller was in front of you. He handed it to you while pointing out what the buttons did. You couldn’t tell if it was because of how close you were or of how his voice was right in your ear but you could feel a heat coming up onto your face. You listened as Wonwoo spoke following his directions as he explained the game to you. You shifted your hips on his lap. A small noise came from his throat but you thought nothing of it. 

You continued playing the game all while sitting on Wonwoo’s lap. He had gotten more comfortable, leaning back into the chair, just watching as you played the game. You were starting to get into it. So into it that you hadn’t noticed how every once in a while, Wonwoo would let out a little groan or noise. It wasn’t until you felt his hands on your hips that you had noticed.

“Stop moving so much,” he breathed

You were sure your cheeks were bright red now. He had never done anything like or touched you in this way. Your eyes widened as you felt something hard under you. You tried to stammer some kind of apology while getting up but his hands kept you in place. 

“I said stop moving. Not get up.”

Your body stilled. He adjusted in the chair so he was sitting up better. Your back was now flush with his chest. His hands gripped your hips a little tighter. His hips bucked ever so slightly into yours. You let out a small moan, barely audible but loud enough for Wonwoo to hear. He tested the waters again, his hips gently thrusting up to meet your ass. 

You never thought you’d actually be in this position with Wonwoo but you had definitely imagined it many times; the way he felt thrusting against you and the deep sound of his voice moaning along in time. You didn’t want this to stop. In fact, you needed more. 

You turned around on his lap so you were facing him. He looked at you in surprise, his eyes wide. You held onto his shoulders as you straddled him. You pressed your hips down on his, grinding down on the hardening tent of his pants. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Don’t stop.”

Your hips continued their ministrations, sounds of pleasure leaving both your mouth and his. One of your hands ran through his hair playing with the strands. His hands stayed firm on your hips helping you move. Your eyes met for a moment. A sudden wave of realization hit you. Your face immediately flushed. Wonwoo could tell exactly what you were thinking, the same thought running through his head. He wasted no time pulling your face towards his, entrapping your lips with his. His lips were soft against yours. It was a gentle kiss but that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all the feelings hiding behind it. 

His grip on your hips got tighter as you moved faster. He eventually pulled away from the kiss mumbling how he needed more. His hands left your hips as he fiddled with the button of your jeans. You got up briefly to take them off, as well as your underwear, as Wonwoo pulled down his sweatpants and boxers. You straddled his hips again. You slowly sank down onto his cock, earning a loud moan from him. His hips immediately started bucking up into yours trying to get the pace going. Swears left your lips as your hips moved to meet his thrusts. You pulled him back in for a passionate kiss. Your tongues wrestled for dominance, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. You felt his hip rut into yours roughly and sloppily signalling he was close to his orgasm. He stopped your hips, pulling out of you. He pumped his hand around his cock a few times before his cum spilled over his hand with a loud groan. 

You both stayed silent, the only sounds were of heavy breathing. Your eyes gaze at Wonwoo’s dark ones. You were unsure as to what you should say after doing something like that. You both had an obvious blush on your cheeks making you laugh awkwardly. 

“Did you...did you cum too?”

His voice was quiet yet the deepness of it made it feel loud in your ears. You shook your head.

“Give me a second to clean up then I’ll help you out.”

“You don’t have to-”

“But I want to.”

The intensity in his eyes shocked you. You just nodded as you moved out of his way so he could go use the bathroom. He quickly returned and ushered you to couch. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs. He pulled you closer to the edge of the couch by your hips. You could feel his breath on your heat. A small whimper escaped your throat as you waited for him to do something to ease the ache you felt. His mouth wasted no time going to work. He licked, sucked, and nipped at your core. Your fingers were buried into his hair as you pushed yourself against him. 

It didn’t take long to bring you to your orgasm, your previous actions making you very aroused. His tongue lapped up your wetness as if he was a starving man. You groaned as you felt the sensitivity set in. You gathered up your strength and pushed him away from your heat. He looked up at you from between your legs. 

“How was that?” 

“Fuck, good,” you breathed

Wonwoo chuckled to himself before coming up from between your legs. One of his arms came up to grip the back of the couch as his other hand held your waist, effectively trapping you on the couch. His lips slowly inched towards yours until you closed the gap. His lips felt so soft against yours. It was a feeling that you never wanted to end. 

[m4nicfx4ti0n5]

All I got from your response to that anon is that you’d rather ship bbrae when there is incest. Ryan himself said Gar is crushing on Rachel. but you still think they’re siblings😹 do you even have siblings..? You need to name and shame your university. Kory picking up on Gar’s feelings and telling him he wants to kiss Rachel. Dick saying Gar and Rachel are cute together. Rose calling Rachel Gar’s girlfriend… if that was his sister why wouldn’t he just say it when Kory and Rose said those things to him? Wouldn’t you be disgusted if someone thought you wanted to date your sibling? Wouldn’t you shut that shit down immediately? And these are things being seen and picked up on by the others. Their actual scenes together alone show their interest in each other. Not to mention that there is a clear parallel being drawn between dickkory and garchel. The problem is you and the others are trying to be holier than thou when you don’t need to be. The writers and directors know what they are doing. That’s why it obviously hasn’t happened all at once and why we see more of it from Gar’s side. Like the person said it probably won’t be physical on screen but something will definitely happen this season. No need to clutch pearls.

wow y’all are REALLY in your feels over this I don’t know why we’re taking this so seriously...but let’s circle back to this violent/aggressive language that two DIFFERENT anons have perpetuated and break this whole thing down.

1. You guys really ship BBRae...congratulations. Stand for your ship but don’t be a dick.

2. “name and shame your university” I endured four years at a Big 10 PWI as an African American female. Ain’t no shame in that, honey.

3. If you would like to have a non-aggressive, creative discussion about our differences in opinion and consider the way the actors play their characters ever-so-slightly against the intentions of the writing, I’m all ears. (I can chat for hours about how Ryan Potter PLAYS Gar hardly matches up with what’s on the page considering how much they’ve half-assed his character on this show.)

4. Um...incest? who said dat? And I don’t think of them as siblings so much as besties. (Idk if I said sibling earlier or not, but I imagine them more as homies 🤷🏽‍♀️) You CAN have close platonic relationships with the opposite sex but idk if y’all ready or WILLING to have that conversation PEACEFULLY.

5. Also, I’d like to reiterate, WE DO NOT NEED TO AGREE ON EVERYTHING. For example, many of you actually like this show while I hate watch it.

6. No body has acted “holier than thou” nor posted anything that could remotely be interpreted that way and I don’t appreciate this sort of inaccurate projection onto me, a faceless tumblr user you have never met.

7. If you plan come at me like this, hiding as an anon is a cop out. You got something to say, that’s cool. You disagree with me, that’s fine. But don’t come with this type of energy in anonymity. Stand your ground.

8. Also, I have a question for you and the previous anon...why do you feel so passionately about this ship in particular? Or better this VERSION of the ship? Why does it get you this heated? Even if I disagree or am dead wrong and they do end up romantically linked at some point, that won’t change that I didn’t see it, feel it, want it, etc???

Like I get it, some of you are REALLY passionate about BBRae on this show. That is YOUR prerogative. Do I strongly dislike the notion of a minor and an adult playing characters that are romantically linked? Yes I do. (I’m looking at High School Musical: The Musical: The Series too.) Regardless of the CHARACTER ages I think we should simply STOP casting huge age gaps like that with minors in particular. If Teagan was older or Ryan was younger I wouldn’t feel as strange. It’s just odd. TO ME.

Y’all live how y’all live tho ain’t nobody mad at you! No one is saying YOU are weird or gross for being okay with it. I just have my own PERSONAL philosophies 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also, you can disagree with me in my ask without being mean ok like these sorts of discussions and differences of opinion come with the territory of subjective mediums like film, tv, writing, music, etc. there is no right or wrong even in canon. So many moments in this show out side of this ship that I disagreed with fundamentally even as they played out on screen. I hate how the show is written IN GENERAL. But that’s a whole other discussion.

I hope you also feel better tho now that TWO OF YOU have come in here guns blazing. I need a damn DRINK 😆