#So I can respond to asks faster atm

[webslingingslasher]

i imagine peter to be the sweetest ever. imagine hes been pinning over you for years and eventually after another failed first date, you announce youre done with love. then peter stands up and declares hes gonna show you how its done. and thats how you start dating peter

working on a lot of stuff, i promise i'm doing the best i can atm!

You’ve been in love three times. 

Number one was Conner Fields. He was your first boyfriend, it was all innocence and excitement. The first time you felt nervous to hold a hand and you were locked up with jitters the entire night after your first kiss. Awkward middle school dances and staying up all night texting, pure childhood love. It didn’t work out, but a part of you will always love Conner Fields and you can hope the same for him. 

Number two was Dustin Powers. He was your highschool love, it was all exploring and discovering. The first time you felt lust, a feeling that made you kiss until you couldn’t breathe and felt like your lips would fall off. Questionable moves that turned into breathy sighs and shaky hands as you undressed another person for the first time. Unsure movements that became bold and calculated. The first time you had real trust for someone, the first true love you ever had. 

Number three was Peter Parker. He was your best friend, it was all comfortable and peaceful. The first time you felt homey and peaceful, like nothing could touch you or wreck you ever again. The first time you felt someone truly had your back, someone who defended you with a cardboard sword. The first time you felt love first, words second. The first time you had someone forgo their own needs to carry yours. The first time you felt breathless by a kiss. The first time you felt numb and buzzed and high all at the same time by a hand on your lower back. The first time someone said they weren’t going anywhere and you believed them. 

There were guys between boyfriends two and three. Nothing serious, a couple dates and it fizzled out. One guy refused to buy you your meal, and you wouldn’t mind, you can pay for yourself. However, you did mind that he made a point to tell you after you had paid that you passed the test, and when you asked what test he shrugged and told you it was so he could tell who just wanted a free dinner and who wanted a real date. You didn’t respond to his texts after that. 

One guy quite literally forced his tongue down your throat and you couldn’t have noped out faster. 

One guy flirted with the waitress, bartender, movie theater popcorn maker and then told you at the end of the night he took a chance on someone who isn’t on his regular scale of hotness. You almost burst a blood vessel while withholding your hand from smacking him. 

The final straw was when a date showed up an hour late, you couldn’t have felt more embarrassed. Correction, you could when he showed up obviously freshly fucked and when you pointed it out he stated that men have needs and it was his ex so it didn’t count. You stuffed the complimentary bread in your purse and took the nearly full bottle of wine off the table and walked away, no words needed. 

Peter watched you chug at the bottle, you wiped your mouth when you ripped it away. 

“Love is a lie, and it’s pointless in trying to believe in it.” 

“Hey now, love is very real, it's just hard for you to find it right now.” 

You searched for the bread basket and set it on the coffee table, you immediately ripped a piece apart and stuffed it in your mouth, “I’ll die alone with my bread and wine and I’ll probably have to start adopting cats now if I want to reach my one hundred goal when I’m sixty.” 

Peter shoulder checked you, “we could get a cat.” 

Your best friend is right, love isn’t a lie because you feel it with him. You don’t think a love with absolutely no conditions existed, and even though it’s a friendship it’s always felt a little deeper than that. Soulmates even, and you swear you’d find each other in any life or timeline. Sometimes you think about what it would be like if you had met under different circumstances, maybe if you met in college instead he’d be something more than a friend. 

It’s not like you were in love with Peter, but it’s a passing thought that circles from time to time. Sometimes you even wonder if he thinks the same, some nights you find yourself drunk and you look at Peter in a different light, and think of giving him a kiss, if it didn’t change everything that’d be fine, but at least you would know instead of always thinking of a ‘what if.’ 

You were best friends, always have been. At least since high school, it’s been six years. Now in your second year in college and closer than ever you think it wouldn’t be weird to kiss him, and that should be weird. But it wasn’t. 

“Do you ever think about kissing me?” 

Peter hitched his breath, “what?” There’s no way you said that to him of all people. 

“I dunno, I feel like that’s normal, right? I mean we're best friends of the opposite gender, don’t you ever think about the what if?” 

“What’s the what if?” 

You shrug, “if we met at a different time our relationship might be different.” 

He does. He thinks about it too, the first time was in high school and he buried it down. Sometimes it’s better to just think about it, he liked you too much and he wasn’t prepared to lose you as a friend, it was better he stayed quiet and protected what you had. But since college, it’s been a rampant thought. Some nights he’d catch himself holding you close and playing guard dog to any man that walks your way, sometimes he likes to pretend he’s your boyfriend, even if just for a night. 

Peter can’t admit that, he’d be a psycho. He has to play it cool. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess so. You mean if we’d be boyfriend girlfriend instead?” 

“Yeah.” 

You feel him looking at the side of your face but if you look at him you’ll feel hot. 

“Yeah. I do.” He nods, sure of his answer. 

Interest piqued, “which one?” Does he think about what it’d be like if you dated or kissed? 

While he thinks it would be fun to be your boyfriend, he can’t lie. 

“I think of kissing you a lot more.” 

That should be questionable on its own, but it’s not. You nod and accept the answer, you loop back around to your original thought. It would be weird for a second, but it would answer everything you wanted to know. 

You turn to face him, you sit up straighter and give him a smile when you feel nerves creeping up because it’s just Peter. 

“Do you want to kiss?” 

Peter feels his eyes widen, “right now?” 

“Yeah. We can give it a try.” 

He’s hesitant, sometimes wanting is better wanting. “Is that a good idea?” 

Peter watches you think it over, and it looks like you really are. Thoughts race through your mind and there's two thoughts, you love and trust Peter. Either you laugh it off or move forward as something else, you don’t think you could live without the answer. 

“Yes. Yes, I think we should kiss.” 

You’re sure of it, it takes Peter a second of lag time before he processes your words. His shoulders square and he twists so he’s facing you more on the couch, he clears his throat and leans in slightly. 

He’s hesitant, he’s not sure where to touch you or how to kiss you. He’s kissed people before, he has that part down, but how? Sensual, flirty, fun, innocent, platonically? 

Peter’s hand cups your face and his eye dart from your mouth to your eyes, you’re holding your breath with anticipation. He thinks he’s going to kiss you with the exact emotion he feels for you. Love. 

The moment you connect you melt, everything you wanted or needed amounted to this second and you can’t believe you waited so god damn long to ask Peter Parker to kiss you. His mouth lined up with yours, his bottom lip favoring your top, you weren’t sure how he was feeling but you can hope it's the same passion. 

You see colors behind your eyelids, you find yourself only locked in the bliss of your best friend's touch. 

Peter pulls away, he knows how he feels, everything he thought he knew about his feelings were amplified by a million. If you didn’t like it he doesn’t think he could go back to how it was. 

Breathless, he’s desperate for the answer. He wants to drink you back up. 

“Thoughts?” 

You nod your chin at him, “you first.” 

“I think I want to keep doing that and take you out to dinner to show you love is real, and it can be yours, if you’d like.” 

Your eyes sparkle, you pull him in by his shirt collar and mutter at him before locking your lips again. 

“I’d like. I’d like very much.” 

[insaneintheemembraneowo]

it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you.

**please read!**

hi there, this is my first time publishing a long fanfic on tumblr. updates will be a lot slower here as i like to post longer chapters on tumblr (at least 1-5 chapters need to be written before posting to tumblr) just as a personal preference. that means updates will take a lot longer here than other platforms so please follow me on wattpad or ao3 if you'd like to support me more or read this book faster. find me at @ insaneintheemembrane thanks!

in which a burnt-out detective/vigilante meets the ninjas.

a trans-fem!reader with spiderman? powers x ninjago boys & girls.

slow updates

i will make a male and gender netural version of this book if its wanted! please check out my profile for other books,

posted books; > into the fog (fem!reader x dbd) - only ao3 and wattpad atm > its not paranoia if theyr're really out to get you (fem!reader x ninjago) - all platforms

upcoming books; > teen by day, wicca by night (fem!reader x twilight) > fight for me (sodapop curtis x fem!reader x steve randle)

chapter 1 & 2

A/N: the timeline is fucked and I've added my own parts to spice up the plot so it isn't similar to other fanfics. i do attempt to stick somewhat to the order of things though. please excuse the spacing, this was copied to multiple sites from notion.

warnings: mentions of blood & violence, swearing words: 1906

chapter 1

i didn't know where i was going or why i even the station, i just needed to get out, needed to do something, anything else. nothing made sense, my thoughts were irrational and i wasn't stable enough for this case. i needed to hand it to someone else, but i couldn't, people were counting on me to solve it.

i'm amazing at cases, this is what ive always wanted to do, what i've dreamed of, so why couldn't i? when it mattered and when it counted why couldn't i solve a singular case? what was wrong with me, why was my brain acting like this? god, it felt like my brain was running at 100 miles per hour.

i kept walking, turning different ways when i felt like it. eventually i came to a tea store. outside was a huge poster for fresh tea and pastries on a discounted price for the winter.

'yes' i thought, 'exactly what i need.'

i walked into the store and was immediately greeted by the smell of an intrusive citrus tea. it flooded my senses and slowed my brain down almost instantly.

"hello dear, something i can help you with?" a calming voice asked.

i spun around to see an older lady, she had grey hair and kind green eyes. she was wearing a light coat of well applied makeup and was smiling at me while holding a cup of tea (which seemed to be the culprit of my relaxation.)

"i, uh, i saw the uhm." i tried to explain using my finger to point toward the window, but my eyes were very obviously glued to the cup of magic the woman was holding.

she followed my gaze and lightly chuckled. "you like the smell of this tea? its ours new brand of organic lemon balm tea, otherwise know as melissa. It increases GABA activity, meaning it's a fantastic choice for calming you down andddd getting to sleep at night!" "sounds just like what i need."

i look from the cup to the shelves, they are covered in hundreds of boxes of tea, ranging from all different colours and types. on the shelves behind the counter sit at least 200 different teapots.

"well lucky for you we have an offer on this type of tea, as its new. 2 boxes for £15. although you do need a good teapot to brew this kind of tea to a high standard. so for an extra £15 ill through in a teapot as well." she responded, putting down her teacup, grabbing two boxes of the tea from the shelves and walking behind the counter to select a teapot.

this woman moved fast, i hadn't even said i wanted it yet.

"right okay, £30 sure." i nodded approaching the counter.

as the woman turned back around she knocked the shelf causing one level to fall. without thinking id hopped over the counter and caught the shelf before it could cause any real damage.

fuck!

"oh woah, those are some… fast reflexes. and your quite strong too. hm" the woman said stepping back putting the teapot she had selected for me on the counter. she then turned round and looked me up and down.

i propped the shelf back up and sighed nervously.

"aha, yeah well, i am a detective so quick reflexes and all."

"sure sure, whatever you say, just seemed a little… unnatural is all." she responded with a smile.

i walked back round the counter, pulling my purse out of my oversized winter jacket. it was like this woman could see right through me. read me like a book - as cringey as that sounds. i pulled out three 10s and handed them too her. she bagged up my things and handed then to me.

"have a nice evening and come again!"

"thank you."

i spun around making a b-line for the door, 'freedom!' i thought, right before the door opened in front of me and i crashed into the stranger that had walked through.

"woah! sorry about that, wasn't expecting you to come through." i said apologetically, regaining balance.

i looked at the guy in front of me, he was solid and hadn't even wobbled when i bumped into him. he had fiery brown hair, gelled up into stupid spikes. he had beautiful light brown eyes, but they were currently looking cold and sharp right at me.

"watch where you're going next time." he half-shouted.

i scoffed, looking at him in disbelief. i was being kind and apologising! what was this assholes problem?

"kai! don't be rude to customers." the woman that had served me said from behind.he rolled his eyes walking off to the back grumbling about something. the woman started to say something but id already walked out, fuming.

like my shitty day could get any worse, not only am i in a slump at work, i nearly exposed my powers to the tea lady AND that guy was unnecessarily rude.

i angrily walked back to the station and set my tea down in the locker room. i ignored everyone's confused looks and sat back at my desk, head in hands.

chapter 2

blood dripped down my face and onto my vigilante suit, not like i wasn't already covered in snake juices and blood but it was still an inconvenience. i had been on my way home from work when i heard cries down an alleyway. a group of snakes had stolen a baby. very original.

i dipped into the alley, stashed my bag and tea in an old bin and changed into my suit, before saving the baby. i fought of the serpentine and found the mother a few streets down crying out for her lost child. a few of the slimy bastards got away so i tracked them through the city, to the sewers. it was some kind of hive for all the serpentine clans too meet. how freaky.

that's when i saw them, the ninja. the most irritating men you will ever come across.

4 arrogant, cocky, colourful men in pyjamas. they call themselves ninjas but fail to do the simplest of tasks, not to mention they are always in my way. they believe in no killing unless absolutely necessary, i believe some people just aren't worth keeping around and that not every life is worth saving.

it's fair to say we don't see eye to eye.

they were all here, trying to fight off the serpentine horde and (to my misery) winning. this place must be important because they were all here blue, red, black and… pink? since when was there a pink ninja? what happened to the white one?

i saw the one in black get knocked down and decided to be his knight in shining armour. i pulled down my hood and used my webs to swing myself into the fight. i grabbed the snake on top of the black ninja with my webs and flung him into a wall. the ninja on the ground looked up at me and nodded, swiftly getting off of the ground, rushing back into the fight.

i rolled my eyes, although he couldn't see that. we continued fighting until the serpentine were dead, tied up or knocked out. i'd been scratched a few times but nothing serious. most of the blood on me wasn't mine, not that you could tell whose blood is what anyway, a certain breed of these filthy things exploded into blue goo when it died. extremely gross. there were only a few stragglers left, but i thought that the Pyjama Men could handle them on their own - they were big, scary ninjas after all. i turned on my heel, prepared to leave, when i heard a scream behind me. i looked over my shoulder to see the pink (white?) ninja being lifted up by his neck. the thing lifting him was grotesque; it was like a hybrid snake. it was bigger, stronger, and covered in markings, and metal.

the remaining ninjas rushed to aid their friend, while i took care of the less powerful serpentine who were trying to assist the hybrid. dealing with the remaining serpentine was easy, and i dispatched them quickly while the others did their best to help their icy companion.

the poor guy was choking and struggling as his teammates desperately tried to get the thing off of him, attacking them with everything they had. their golden weapons, powers and strength didn't work so i helped out and tried my best to strike the hybrid with my weapon. nothing worked and the thing just shrugged us off or threw us back. i eventually got fed up and webbed the guy's hands up, he dropped the icy ninja to try and get the webs off. the fire ninja grabbed the ice ninja and we all ran out of there while we still could. there was no point fighting something so strong, especially since we were very under-prepared. plus i could sense that the ninja still weren't my biggest fans even after i just saved them.

we ran out of the sewers and hid in an alleyway. i lifted the bottom part of my mask, revealing my mouth and gasped for air. it stunk in the sewer and i appreciated the fresh air. part of my hair fell out of the mask along with it.

"are you a girl?!" exclaimed the blue lightning ninja.

"i thought that was obvious?" i responded, looking his way.

"not to me."

"it was obvious, you're just a dumbass jay." the earth ninja said rolling his eyes while checking on his injured friend.

"your name is jay?" i asked.

"oh for fucks sake cole!" the red one exclaimed.

"and yours is cole?"

"shut up you two!" the injured white one shouted, his voice sounding croaky and sore. "she knows too much about our identities now, we will have to take her to master wuu."

"yeah good idea. besides, we still need to discuss whatever that monster was." the red one replied nodding, a hint of disgust in his voice toward the end.

"im not going anywhere with you lot." i started backing up, they came toward me and i turned around and bolted.

[sweetest-honeybee]

How come you finished welcome home commissions before other commissions?

Sorry to be kind of rude but a friend of mine commissioned something a while before you started posting about Welcome Home and it’s understandable that you are busy but the welcome home commissions were likely commissioned after you started posting about it so I don’t know why you did them first.

I already know I’m gonna sound like an ass for a moment but here we go-

Firstly this can be taken up privately by your friend if they’re concerned. I also don’t particularly appreciate this in my inbox but to answer, it’s just whatever I can get through quickest. My oldest of the ones sitting are from much longer ago than anything anyone in Tumblr has commissioned me for and I’m finishing those tomorrow (they’re from Twitter and Instagram respectively and I dedicated my entire last Saturday to them alone). Those two have been quite kind and expressed their concerns about turnaround themselves if need be

Anything that’s particularly fun and interesting gets done quicker and keeps space open when others are a bit stuck when I need a quick slot filled like last week to cover an expense, for example. Scraping by on harder/less interesting commissions slows things down

Truly, it’s not that I don’t like some commissions, they’re just harder to sit and focus on

Additionally, my time management has been awful this year because of several points of uncertainty about getting a job, a couple scares on my living situation, and not having a clear window of time consistently to know when to work on things that have been sitting (and of course, burnout is always an issue). It’s easy to find time to just. Scribble and doodle, maybe do a piece for myself, but getting actual work done is a little more difficult. I’ve discovered preclaimed adopts and taking up so many commissions in May last minute wasas a bad choice so I’m still quite literally 15 commissions in the hole to finish on top of your friend’s commission. So making sure that isn’t gonna happen again is all I can do, at the moment. I’ve been chipping away at em in little bits of free time as best I can, reorganizing my canvases, getting a good idea of what’ll be finished first and last, etc etc I’ve actually been quite productive for the last week or so

If your friend is upset they need to tell me. They’re the client, and the content doesn’t concern you directly if you haven’t commissioned me and are waiting. If they’d like a refund because the turnaround is too long, that’s for them to communicate with me and I’m happy to provide a refund. I’m not always gonna be the best artist for the job if you want quick work and that’s fine. I’ve refunded MUCH larger pieces before for that reason. Clients may check in at any time whether I’ve got progress to show for the time or not. And oftentimes I don’t! Sometimes it’s days or a couple-few weeks before I can get progress to people, it just happens and I’ve been working on making sure it doesn’t keep happening so I don’t have to make people expect to wait so long before they hear from me. Trust me, it’s always a bit disappointing when I can’t show anything

And now that I’m working as well, my ability to finish those things just depends on what days I get to myself during the week and atm thats 3 days this week so those 3 days are dedicated to downtime and paid commission work. Which quite frankly, is a bit exhausting. Fun puppet characters and scaly dragons and whatnot are fun and rewarding and I’m clearing my queue while doing something I’m enjoying and that gets me to the older stuff much faster

I’m very sorry the turnaround estimate was more than a little off and it’ll be tweaked for better preparation in the future. I’m also sorry if they’ve asked and I didn’t respond quickly or have sounded dismissive. Hell, some clients pester and pester and that certainly makes doing work for them unenjoyable. I think about these commissions every single day and how I can approach them so I can finish them by sometime in July

[irismfrost]

August 8 - Travel to Osaka, Japan

Today has been a travel day. I spent a long time in the airport because I took the free shuttle that some of the other kids took and so I got here a little earlier than I needed to. My flight wasn't too bad. I flew China Airlines and they give you a meal! It was only a three hour flight. However, I did not indicate that I wanted a vegetarian meal so I didn't eat anything, but I wasn't hungry because I ate before the flight (I was not expecting a meal). However, they even offered me some of the sides after J declined the main meal which was nice of them.

Customs in Japan is a nightmare, especially compared to Taiwan. When we went to Taiwan, we did the online version of the immigration application so we didn't even need it when they gave it out on the plane, and I did not do that for Japan. I also did not have the piece of paper, so I had to fill that out last minute at the airport. But before I even got to that part, I had to go through an initial security checkpoint with passport, fingerprints, and a picture. The actual passport and immigration paper check was easy though. I thought I was pretty much done after that. I was wrong. I picked up my bag from baggage claim, and there was an additional customs screening. I got in the line that everyone else was in and realized I was in the digital section. So I got in the other line, but when I got there, I realized that everyone had another piece of paper that looked like the same one I got from immigration application. I asked these people behind me who did not speak English, where they got their paper from and they directed me to another area which I filled out a form that basically said I am not carrying illegal things in my checked bag. By the time I filled out the form, the line had significantly decreased (I think most of the people in line were on my flight). The guy literally just took my paper and waved me through. And this is where everything takes a steeper turn. I am finally through customs and my first order of business is currency. I wait in line at the exchange and get to the front - I give her my card says cash only. She tries to direct me to the ATM which I cannot find and I eventually find it very very very far away. I take out some money and my next mission is get to the hotel.

I am trying to find a rail ticket, I am very confused and ask a guy who works there where the rail even is - he said to take the second floor. In between these two tasks, I decide to go to the bathroom. This is when a random man approached me. He has a camera and no luggage and asked me if I need help carrying my bag. I say no and walk faster. He then asked me where I am going. I only respond, "excuse me" and run very fast and make a sharp turn between a crowd and into a smaller hallway area that I discovered when I was looking for the ATM earlier. I run past the currency exchange into the bathroom I noticed earlier and I hid in there for a few minutes. I finally make it into the second floor, which is even more of a mess. There are so many different railways that I could possibly take and it is very overwhelming. I get in line for a self-serve option that seems that it might take me to where I need to go. I can not, for the life of me, figure out how to use the machine or where I am going. The map is very confusing and I did not want to pay a bunch of money if I didn't know where I was going or how to get there or what line to take. So I found a different area to the left that had real people. And they even had a designated English speaking area. This was made for people like me. At this point, I am freaking out. I am hungry, tired, frustrated and I'm so exhausted from carrying my bags around the entire airport. I told this man working the line where I want to go and he calms me down. When I get to the front of the line this other guy (desk guy) gives me a ticket and tells me exactly where to go and what line to get on. In Taiwan, we were not allowed to eat or drink on the metro, so I asked him if it was the same here and he said yes. But he also said there is food at the airport that I can eat beforehand. I am already concerned about not making it to my hotel on time, because I don't know when they stop checking people in. I also cannot make international calls to let them know I'll be late. However, I decided to take the L for the sake of my mental health. I find this random restaurant, a little farther away from the railway and got a creamy risotto thing, some sort of bruschetta with pickled carrots and a glass of wine. They had these cool robots that brought you your food and you just order on the tablet at the table - interesting set up. Then I made it to the high speed rail 🙌. Thankfully, my time in Taipei helped me learn how to navigate the station... and also there were only two options because the airport exit is just the airports. But it is a straight line so I can just stay in the same spot which is amazing. Navigating to the exit was another mission. I was supposed to go to the south gate. I thought I'd arrived but was faced with a bunch of other potential directions. I ended up just pulling up my maps and trying to figure out which direction I was facing and going from there. I took the skyway people bridge and eventually figured it out. I got to the hotel at 10:50pm, and I'm pretty sure they close at 11, so I was very happy I made it.

I unpacked a little, checked out some pamphlets I picked up along the way, and added to my scrapbook. I've been keeping little papers and stamps and stuff that we've been doing so I just filled some of that in. I also organized all my receipts from Taiwan. They do this lottery thing every 2 months. So on every receipt there's 2 letters as 8 numbers, and every 2 months, they draw a number and you could win millions of dollars. So, I've been supporting the economy and playing the lottery throughout my time in Taiwan. And now that I've finished playing, I organized them first alphabetically then numerically and put them in the back of my scrapbook. So when I win, it's easier to find, and if I don't win then I can still look back on my 86 receipts. I will also say that there are some special places that don't give receipts like night markets because they are sort of an underground economy.

[bogglecat-box]

☏ ‘ so, about this place's rules.. ’ building a relationship with someone is like gambling.

✪ — what do i create for?

genshin impact. honkai: star rail. hyv fanworks. more to be seen..! i will also consider doing small hyv oc doodles at my discretion

✪ — general terms

i will always write for gender neutral reader. if you want to request a specific kind of reader, feel free- but i may be tentative! please keep this in mind.

what i mean by 'fanworks' in the prior section: i do fic fanart! atm for primarily genshin and occasionally hsr. in fact, that's what inspires most of my works. you're free to request certain scenes or send certain fics/headcanons my way, once again at my discretion. please note that me actually reading it takes time, and i may not draw your request.

i will likely write less than i draw. i'm an artist first, and a writer second. if something inspires me, i'll do it! however, any writing requests are tentative and free to be written as i please. apologies in advance

regarding requests: please be specific if you can! especially with writing. whether that be specifying character relations or giving me particular scenes you're interested in, if you don't specify, i will do as i see fit. specifics help me get your request out faster! to add, please do not request more than 3 characters per request. i will die. </3

✪ — before you go...

i feel like i've emphasized this quite a bit, but it is important ->

do not force, pressure, or rush me to write/draw. as lovely as doing this is, and as happy as i am if you're excited, i actively work on commissions on the side, and i'm a student. i'm here to make content for fun! please don't ruin this.

i have the right to reject any requests i don't think i could effectively write or draw, or that i feel uncomfortable doing for one reason or another! if i do reject the request, i will either respond with the reason why if it's on anon, or dm you. if i take a while to respond, this does not necessarily mean your request has been rejected.

be respectful! one of the ground rules of any ask blog! please do not be rude to me and/or other users on my blog. me rejecting a request does not give the okay for any sort of bullying/witchhunting of myself or the requester. this includes not being bigoted.

more to be added!

☏ ‘ ..i think that's about it. thanks for stopping by – ! ’ i've always had the habit of keeping a safe distance from others, but in your case... i'm willing to shoulder the risk of losing a bet.

[piratestrash]

Who do you ship Elizabeth with? I liked Sparrabeth until she got Jack killed but I can’t see them together specially after realizing Jack is like 20 years older than her (even tho they were both adults). I’ve also seen some fans hating on Willabeth because they wanted Liz to be with Jack but I feel like these people forget the story is not just about Jack and Liz.

Personally, I think Willabeth is a good ship and has more potential for angst than people remember. I've heard the complaint that it's TOO perfect and therefor not realistic, but that simply isn't true.

From the time Elizabeth stole the medallion, there was a problem that would inevitably come to the surface. The whole point is loving each other DESPITE everything. And DMC and AWE also add onto this. Not to mention they have good chemistry and have plenty of similarities, but also differences to keep the relationship working.

I can see the appeal for Sparrabeth or Norribeth, as the writers did an amazing job with making each plausible when it comes to personality. Jack and Elizabeth both crave freedom and will say and do whatever they have to. They compliment each other well and would make a fierce couple.

Elizabeth and James both come from the upper class and deal with the expectations that come with that, and both are extremely smart in similar ways. I imagine both like to read, as well, so that could be a shared hobby.

But I ship Willabeth. Will isn't necessarily booksmart or good at making plans, but he can make a good split-second decision and he is very good at making something just sound a little less bad. Elizabeth IS booksmart and good at making plans, but I imagine she isn't very good with people, unlike Will. She is very blunt and will tell you exactly what she thinks. It makes them balanced. The similarities are that both feel the call of the sea, have a hunger for adventure, and will not take shit from anyone

[omgreally]

Congratulations, my friend! Woo! 🎉 okay okay, me, a slut for a certain Mandalorian bounty hunter. Is it possible to request some fluffy spice with Din? Maybe he’s less experienced and he’s being his reserved, metallic self and you take control and ease him into it. IDK. I’m a soft bitch atm, what can I say hehe.

Hello lovely! I'm so sorry this took so long but here is a lil something something

Guidance Din Djarin/F!Reader M - 630 words

Warnings: Idk what to call this - light smut? Smut lite? They're doin it. Inexperienced!Din, reader taking charge, mild fluff, references to Din Djarin's magic fingers, p in v sex.

The Mandalorian is solid steel, unyielding - the immovable object to your unstoppable force. He always has been. And yet it feels, in a way, inevitable - inevitable that you should collide this way, two celestial bodies meeting with total destruction only to create something new in the black tar-wash of the empty void. He is the spark and you are the tinder, burning bright.

He lets you guide him, and that surprises you - expecting, as with all things, Mando to take command of the situation, as he does effortlessly in negotiation or battle - and, sometimes, both at the same time. But he is almost docile, like some fractious beast that’s been tamed by your touch.

He sits on the edge of the bunk as if he’s a bystander, watching with a tilted helmet while you shed your clothes. Then you tug at his. The armor goes first, of course, and he is the one to remove it - slowly, piece by piece, with due reverence. He leaves the helm on and you are blessed enough by the golden expanse of muscled skin dusted by scars old and new that you do not ask for more.

You fall together onto the bunk - the narrow space fills with the sound of your breath and the modulated rasp of his. You mark him with your lips, your tongue, your hands. You reduce the mighty Mandalorian warrior to a panting mess and only let up when his fingers fist through your hair.

“Do you want me to stop, Mando?”

“No.”

But he keeps his hands there, or on your shoulder, or on your hip - like he’s trying to keep himself grounded - like he can’t believe you’re real. It occurs to you then, belatedly, that perhaps he hasn’t done this before, or at least not often enough to make him quite the expert as he is with a weapon.

It is your turn to hesitate - Can you, should you take this from him, a man who has been robbed of so many things in his life? But Mando assuages your doubts when he takes your hands and guides them to where he is unmistakably hard for you. You touch him and he groans, deep in his chest, with the distant rumble of an imploding star.

Next, you show him where to touch you - and he is a devastatingly fast learner. You moan Mando just once, and he hushes you with a finger at your lips. “Din Djarin,” he says, and that is the name you cry out later into the semi-darkness of the ship, overcome.

You can’t catch your breath with his bare hands on you - his fingers, clever and thick - then before you know it you’re on your back and he is between your thighs seating himself at the moist cleft between your legs.

You instruct him in muted, soft, desperate whispers - a “Slower” here or a “Faster” there and then, as the momentum builds, “Deeper” - and Din Djarin responds at once, learning the reactions of your body like he’s learning how to fire a new rifle. He handles you with care at first until you’re rolling him under you again and demonstrating your needs with the ruinous undulation of your body above his.

You feel dizzy, like you’re plummeting from a great height, like your body has fallen out of sync with the artificial gravity of the ship. You don’t land until you’re both spent, shaking - the Mandalorian; no, Din Djarin below you, panting, fingers digging into your hips with bruising force while distant cramps tremble in your thighs.

“Was that - okay?” he asks, his rough baritone vaporous, making you think of some terrible, destructive force filling the vacuum behind your breastbone with fire and smoke.

“Yes,” you answer, now and forever: “Yes, yes, yes.”

[dimpledlavendeer]

This is a bit long and suggestive

I can't belive this is what I'm imagining in my exam week but he's Lee Heeseung after all isn't he 😩🖤

Making out with a Jealous Heeseung

Ft.Jay and Minhee from cravity

Jay invited you both to one of this fancy night club kind of place

Heeseung definitely didn't want to go

You had to convince him because it was important for Jay, plus all the other boys were going so it would be rude not to go

You two started getting ready to meet with the others at the club

You wore something like this, not too revealing

Heeseung was not the type of boyfriend to get involved with the way you dress, he always admired and praised your beauty so you were comfortable with anything you wear

When you were finally ready, you go down stairs to meet a grumpy Heeseung

A playful smile formed on his face when he saw you

"It's still not too late to spend the night for ourselves baby"

"We talked about this Heeseung, we can come home early but we should be there"

He sighed deeply "Fine"

You gave him a peck on the lips and turn around to go get your jacket but he held you from your waist

"You look amazing" he said in a whispering tone

You placed your hands around his neck "I always do"

He was in love with your confident figure even tho it's not always the way your are but once you are he found it incredibly attractive

Your hands were playing with the ends of his long black hair, slowly getting closer to him

His grip on your waist were getting even tighter, his eyes focused on your lips while he was licking his

You loved to see your affect on him with a simple movement but you didn't have time for a make out right now

So you just kissed his cheek before saying "You have to be a bit patient tonight"

The expression on his face changed drastically as he frustratedly said "You're so freaking cruel"

The way he looked so cute while saying this made you giggle which made him groan in frustration

You hold him from his neck to give him another small peck on the lips, this time he hold your face

"Kiss me right" he commanded before smashing his lips into yours

One of his hands was holding your face so that he could kiss you the way he wanted

and the other one was trailing down to your waist

When he teasingly bite on your lower lip you let out a little whine, gripping on his shirt

He tilted your head to a side to reveal your neck to him

He was leaving wet kisses everywhere, making you completely forget about going out to meet with others

When he started sucking on your skin, your head managed to start functioning and remembering that you're being late

"P-please, we have to go" you said breathing heavily

"They can wait for a bit longer" he said definitely not caring about anything else but you atm

You managed to hold his chin to make him look at you

His black hair was a bit messy now but that looked even better, his dark eyes were looking into yours with anticipation while his hand on your waist was gripping you tighter than ever

He was needy right now and it looked great on him

"We have to go" you said kissing him once more

He fixed your hair and wipe your lipstick away from his lips before saying "You owe me a night"

You giggled and kissed his neck before fixing your make up to go out

After you arrived at the place the others were, you get inside holding Heeseung's hands

It didn't take long for you guys to find Jay, he hugged you both before showing you the way to meet the rest of the boys

It was so loud and filled with people, everyone was dancing like crazy,, everyone was drunk

It felt so unfamiliar to you but Hee wasn't looking affected at all

Jay and Hee were talking about something and it looked serious considering the way they talked even with this music blasting out

Jay took you to a place with less people at least there were places to sit now

Whatever they were discussing about was serious so Heeseung told you to sit there and wait for him for a while, before following Jay

You were sitting alone, with a couple of people next to you but definitely not as crowded as the previous place

Your eyes were on your phone so that you could answer when Hee calls to not worry him

When you lift your head from your phone you saw a glass of drink and a smiling face in front of you

"Minhee?"

"Hey y/n"

"Oh my God Kang Minhee?! What are you doing here?!"

You were so surprised to see one of your friends from high school at a freaking night club

"As you can see I'm working as the hot bartender ;)" he was looking almost the same as before but more handsome

You giggled at his words, "I always knew you were the club boy anyways" you said

He laughed at your words "Look who's talking club girl" he said winking at you

"It's been so long since the last time I can't belive we met like this" you said

"Well time did you good" he said smiling "You look amazing"

You smiled back, "Said the boy crush of the school" you said teasing him

He was one of your closest friends at high school but you guys got drifted away because of his "relationships" with other girls

"Oh so you're still into me huh?" He said smirking

You know he was joking but somehow it made you uncomfortable, thinking about Hee

Yes Minhee was everyone's crush back in the days and yes you two had a history but it was all at past

A broken smile formed on your face remembering of the past, your gaze focus on the glass

When you lifted your head to respond to him your eyes met with your boyfriend's

His strong gaze was focused on you while he was watching you from behind

"Fuck.." you murmured, he probably misunderstood the way you speak with a stranger all giggly and stuff

You watched Heeseung while his jaw was clenching, when Minhee followed your gaze he saw a furious Heeseung looking at you two

"I'll explain to him" Minhee said moving towards Heeseung

You were panicked so you grabbed Minhee from his arm to stop him before realizing you screwed up even more by doing that

Heeseung's gaze fall into your hands on Minhee's arm before he walked towards you

He grabbed you from your arm literally dragging you with him to the exit

He was so damn angry you could see it from his furrowed brows and clenching jaw and you had had no idea how to explain it to him

"Heeseung, please slow down okay?"

No response

"It's not what it looks like istg"

Again no response

"DAMN IT HEESEUNG MY ARM HURTS CAN YOU CALM DOWN?"

He stopped in front of his car opening the door for you

"Get in" he said

"Listen to me Heeseung, please"

He didn't even look at you before going to his side of the car to get in, not repeating himself for you to get in

You did as he said, getting in realizing even more how angry he was

He was just driving without talking, brows furrowed,eyes focused on the road

But the problem is that he was driving so fast and you started to get scared at this point

"We're going so fast" you managed to say in a low tone eyes focused on him

"Mind your own business" he replied back

"Heeseung don't be like this" you said moving towards him

He started to drive even faster at your actions not caring about anything

You were so frustrated because he didn't even listen to you and you had enough

"Slow down" you said raising your tone

He didn't care at all

"ENOUGH" you said grabbing his hand making him pull the car off to the side of the road

He grabbed your hand pulling you close to him, grabbing your hair with his other hand and smashing his lips to yours

Your other hand was in the air not knowing where to land at his sudden action which was not what you were expecting at all

He was kissing you aggressively, tongue inside your mouth like he was discovering somewhere new

He let go of your hand, placing his hand on your throat instead

He bite your lower lip as if he was trying to make it bleed while slightly squeezing your throat with one of his hands

"Get to the backseat" he whispered on your lips, unfastening his belt and yours

You got out of the car, getting to the backseat and him following you

"Sit" he said showing his lap and so you did placing your legs on both sides, sitting on his lap while looking at his eyes

He pushed your hair behind your shoulders, then placing one of his hands back to where it was on your throat

"Minhee huh? Your ex?" He asked teasing while his index finger was playing with your lower lip

"He isn't my ex"

"Hmm" he got closer to lick your lips then pulling off

He wasn't believing you and you honestly had no idea what he was thinking

All you could think was to kiss him and apologize until he forgives you

Your breath was getting heavier at the sight of him looking that good, his sharp features glowing at night

"How can I make myself forgiven?"

"So you admit you flirted with him while i was gone"

"No, I wasn't he is one of my old friends from high school"

"Which you have a past with" he added to your words

"I-"

"Shhhh" he said cutting you his index finger pressed on your lips, while his other hand was moving down to your ass

He hold your jaw to bring you closer to himself "Make me belive you"

"I'll do anything"

"Anything?" He asked with a small smirk on his face

"Yes, just tell me anything you want please Heeseung"

"Hmmm"

"I'm loyal only to you" you said kissing him, closing the gap between your bodies

He kissed you back, hands on your thighs squeezing your flesh and pulling you close even more

A little moan escaped from your mouth to his lips when he grabbed your ass moving his hips under you

You hold onto his neck, his other hand on your hair, tilting your head to a side to make a better way for his tongue to find yours

His small hip movements under you made you crazy with how the way he touched you, more passionate than ever

He moved onto your jawline licking his way down to your neck placing wet kisses before sucking your skin

Your hand sliding into his hair slightly gripping on them before he held your hands and lead them to behind your back, holding with one of his hands not letting you touch him

His other hand was drawing slow, small circles on your back while he was still working on your neck

You were sure everywhere he bites would turn into bruises tomorrow but honestly you just wanted more

His hand on your back, his hips moving under yours, his lips on your neck everything was too perfect

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he would flirt me" you said in a shaky voice

He sucked on your flesh harshly making you whine, making it clear that he was still pissed off

"I only love you, just you" you said voice cracking, because you hated yourself for making him feel this bad

"How much do you love me?" He whispered to your ear

"As much as to do anything you want me to do for you"

"That's daring for you to say considering our situation now y/n" he said moving his hips, pushing you down on his lap

"I mean what I said" you said before leaning in to kiss him

"We'll see" he said caressing your skin, he seemed to belive you but he still needed you to calm him down a bit

"Tell me what to do" you said kissing his nose

"You owed me a night remember? Pay me back once we're home" he said kissing your collarbone before hugging you tightly, face buried on your chest

"Anything for you, Heeseung"

[onaheroicmission]

Shades that Burn

A gift for @lokislittlesigyn

A Soulmate AU, in which you can't see color until you've looked upon your soulmate.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get to you, my dear! I hope you love it 💚 (I also have a few original characters in here, that I affectionately call the Losers 4. Only 3/4 Losers are in this one, however. They're from another Loki story I'm writing atm!)

Word Count: 1681

Oh, so that's what colors look like.

Sigyn's dearest friend, Astra, notices the way she gasps. Her body goes rigid, her eyes aflame with new sights. It's as if the entire room had exploded into a whole new world. The party suddenly seemed ten times louder, the lights one hundred percent brighter, and the cool goblet full of bubbling water in her hand almost burned.

"Sigyn," Astra asks, and though her ears are full to bursting with sound, it's almost like her friend is muffled in the din. Astra is further concerned when Sigyn doesn't respond and gently brushes her arm.

Sigyn jerks her arm away from the contact. It's pure instinct, and she'll feel horrible for it later.

"Sigyn, you're scaring me," Astra pleads. She moves closer but refrains from touching this time.

"Colors," is all Sigyn is able to manage and Astra gasps in shock.

"Who?" Astra says hastily, her eyes as wide as tea saucers. She looks around the room desperately and remembers that Sigyn's sight probably hasn't left her soulmate.

Astra follows that line of sight... right to the youngest prince.

"Oh no-" is all Astra can say before Sigyn has completely lost all rational thought.

The prince is tall- that's the first thing she notices. Incredibly tall, and incredibly thin. A willowy build that puts whatever Thor has going on to shame. Sure- Astra had mentioned that the youngest Odinson was handsome, but she'd been far more willing to swoon over the eldest.

Now that Sigyn had seen both, she knew who the victor of the best looks went to.

She doesn't have the proper words to describe the amount of color surrounding him, as this is the first time she'd ever seen them. Perhaps they could learn them together? The thought sends a jolt of giddy excitement through her before she remembers that she's yet to meet him.

And it may be hard to get an audience.

Her feet seem to have their own plans, as they gracefully waltz her through thoroughs of people. The drink in her hand doesn't lose a drop, and if she were coherent enough to understand what she was doing instead of relying on pure instinct alone, she'd be sure to mention it to her mother. Apparently all those years of training as a Lady in Waiting on Vanaheim had paid off.

As she gets closer, she sees more and more of him, and it's as if the colors intensify. The metal on his chest catches the light, and the gleam along with the new color is almost blinding. Her ears are ringing with laughter and music- but her heartbeat seems loudest of all. It begs her to move faster- get closer.

Someone blocks her view of him and she growls in frustration. Her glass is placed deftly on a tray as a server glides by, and it's purely an afterthought. She needs both hands to hold her dress away from her feet, as they practically break into a jog.

The hall is too long for her current taste. When she'd entered earlier it had been breathtaking and she felt wonderfully small in comparison to its grandeur. Now it feels endless in her trek across its bright floors. It's too crowded- and if that man doesn't move out of the way of her view she's afraid she may do something drastic.

She's finally nearing him, her hands beginning to shake with nerves and excitement. Sigyn wants to share these colors, and suddenly she knows she will only ever want to share them with him.

The oaf of a man who'd blocked her view shifts to his left and she swiftly pushes a warrior of a woman out of the way in order to place herself directly in front of the man she only knows as the youngest Prince of Asgard.

"Valdis, are you alrig-" He seems startled at the display of her pushing an ex-Valkyrie out of the way, but as his eyes connect with hers- he stops. He freezes, and she knows exactly what he's feeling because it still hadn't subsided for her.

At the same time, as if they were now operating on the same brain wave, they reach for each others' hands. They both gasp at the shock of touching- the sense of feel overwhelming.

"Do you see-" she says so quietly, and yet he finishes her sentence for her.

"-the colors," he breathes.

His grip tightens on her fingers, and her emotions are so large she feels faint. It's too much now that she's been pulled in by his gravity, safely in his orbit.

Sigyn doesn't know how, but he's suddenly halfway lucid and grasping her elbow to pull her out into the night air. The courtyard next to the hall opens up in patterned walkways and immaculately pruned flowers and shrubbery. He doesn't stop there, however- as the courtyard is still teeming with people.

A jolt of understanding jumps between them, something that whispers, "You need to be alone.”

The Prince heeds its call with no hesitation.

Sigyn wants to ask where they're going, but she's distracted by the touch of his lithe fingers gently clasped around her elbow, and the whirlwind of colors that still seem to be growing more and more intense the longer she's in his presence.

They're now traversing empty halls, and she thinks anywhere now is a good place to stop, but he has other plans. Sigyn wants to stop to look back into his eyes, the multitude of colors there unlike any others she'd seen tonight.

"Here," he says, almost completely to himself. The large double doors in front of them open with little preamble, and he pulls her inside. They've stepped into a grand room- larger than the banquet hall they'd just left. The ceiling stretches upward; a large dome patterned with Aesir designs.

Rows and rows of shelves line the walls and line themselves up like good soldiers throughout the cavernous space, and Sigyn realizes he's brought her into the Asgardian archives. The center of the room is taken up by a large circular desk, one man sitting behind it, organizing many indexing cards.

The man looks up as they enter, his glasses perched at the end of his nose. His hair is a color Sigyn hadn't yet seen and though she has no words to describe it, she finds it suits him well.

"Aleifr," the Prince addresses the man, "Ensure we are left alone, please."

"Of course, your highness," Aleifr nods once and goes back to his cards.

The Prince seems to realize at that moment how they must look, and shifts his hand to entwine his fingers with hers. He looks back to her then, into her eyes, and the laugh that escapes his perfect mouth is a melody she'll never forget. He's suddenly in awe of her all over again, and she sees how he shakes himself to restore his concentration.

"Come," he beckons with a winning smile.

"Anywhere," she promises with her own shy grin, and the color that blooms on his cheeks is breathtaking.

They dash through the library, passing by thousands upon thousands of novels, biographies, histories- until he pulls her into a back row of books, the tomes there clean and well kept. His free hand scans the books until he finds the specific one he's looking for and takes it from the shelf.

The gesture for her to sit on the floor is small, but she understands it, and he follows shortly behind. Yards of luxurious fabrics brush the shining floor, his colors foreign but rich and beautiful. She finds that the colors for the dress her mother had chosen for her were a stark opposite to his own, but they were gorgeous in their own right.

Seeing any sort of royalty sitting on the floor is humourous to Sigyn, but she stifles the laugh as she sees the sheer amount of concentration on his face.

"Here," he says, as he moves to her side so they can share the book, "Colors."

She looks down to see pages filled with paint splotches and scribbled words beneath them.

"Your hair," he says, his voice shaking, "it's brown."

Sigyn laughs, her eyes filling with tears at the desperate emotions roiling inside of her. Of course her soulmate's first concern would not be their names, but simply what the colors were called.

"And your eyes," he catches her gaze, his fingers gentle as they brush against her cheek, "when not obscured by lovely tears- are..." he pauses to look down at the book, "... shades of blue."

Sigyn's hand comes to cover his, pressing the warmth into her skin, "Your hair is-" and she takes her moment to peer down at the many colors displayed on the pages, "black, I believe."

"And your eyes," she looks up into them and loses her breath. They're impossible. A tumultuous amount of colors resided in his eyes, and she almost feels as if those may be the only colors she'll ever need.

But it has now become a challenge, and she breaks away from his touch to grasp the book fully. She flips through pages of colors, eyebrows furrowed- none of them truly close to this storm he possessed in his eyes.

She settles on three, and hopes he'll understand, "Blue, sea-green, and this splotch of gray that possibly shouldn't be in here."

He laughs, and this time it's a hearty sound- deep and true.

Sigyn knows she could sit here for hours and delve into describing every color he wore- or the shade of his lips, or that blossom of a color she'd later know as pink on his cheeks.

"Before we go farther," she says, a happy tear falling down her cheek that he quickly moves to wipe away, "My name is Sigyn."

A weight she hadn't known was on her shoulders lifts with the confession, and her Prince smiles softly.

"I'm Loki," he says, his impossible eyes deep with a new emotion and sincerity, "Thank you for showing me your beauty in color."

[magnoliabloomfield]

Possession

Chapter 2: Do the Right Thing

song suggestion: Divisionary (Do the Right Thing)- Ages and Ages

The gathering broke up pretty soon after that so things could get done. Alby and Newt started showing the girl around together while Minho went to collect his cot for her. Gally went to the gardening shed and started taking out some things to make room for it. His mind was blue as he scribbled white lines of architecture on it, preplanning what he could do that would be structurally sound, safe, and almost defend-able.

Alby said the bonfire was still on for that night so the boys could let out their excitement, but this was the first one Gally planned to sit out. He was going to get a working blue print, list the materials and put the steps in order, then he was going straight to bed so he could get an early start. He looked across the Glade and spotted her near the kitchen getting a snack from Frypan. He noticed that since she became more resigned to her fate, her expression had flattened out until it was like she had none. No emotions played on her features as she ate, listened to Alby and Newt and was blatantly ogled by boys everywhere.

She said something to Alby, he nodded, and she spoke again. Alby looked around and his gaze came to a halt on Gally, one brow raised in a mix of mild surprise and confusion. Gally tried to be nonchalant as he nodded to Alby, playing it off as giving him a sign it was going well, then he turned away, hoping he’d be left alone. His face felt a little hotter and he wondered what she might have said, but he wasn’t going to do anything to find out.

He stood at his work table, paper and pencil’s littering it as well as his dishes from dinner. He was doing the finishing touches by candle light when Alby came up to him.

“It’s weird not having you in the circle on bonfire night,” he commented.

Gally stared at him a little apprehensively, not used to him making small talk. “Yeah, well.”

“Listen,” Alby went on, leaning on his work table and peering over his sketches. “She asked to start her working rounds with the builders, she said that she should help since this is all because of her,” Alby said as he gestured at all the blueprints and lists on the table.

Gally froze. For one that was pretty shucking decent of her, but on the other hand he was not ready to babysit her first, probably not ever. “You told her no, right?” Gally asked him, trying not to sound hopeful but make it a firm statement.

“I tried,” Alby admitted as he rolled a pencil across the table. “I tried to tell her that it would be hard work and you’d be busy trying to get it done quickly, but she was pretty adamant that she do something to help.”

Gally sighed. It was admirable but annoying.

“Look, just give her something simple to do, something that will take her a while and keep her out of your hair most of the time, just let her do something. I think… I think she felt a little guilty about all the work you had to do for her.”

Right, girls had feelings. Gally hadn’t meant to make her feel bad, he wasn’t even complaining, he was just stating the facts and trying to convey the time restraints he’d be under to get it done in time for her to be comfortable.

“Alright, fine,” he mumbled.

Alby laughed. “Don’t be such a shank about it! Acting all mad that the first girl to show up picked you first.”

“She didn’t pick me,” Gally refuted even as he felt his cheeks go warm. “She’s just trying to be responsible. Which is something we need more of around here,” he said as his gaze roamed over the boys whooping it up at the bonfire. He guessed she wouldn’t be anywhere near that, probably went to bed early. After all, the first day usually came with a massive headache.

“Ah whatever man,” Alby slapped him on the shoulder before taking steps back toward the action. “I hope you don’t get too attached to her tomorrow, she has other rounds to make, remember that. You can’t keep her," his words reminding Gally of the rule the keepers made without her around to hear.

Gally didn’t even respond to that, he just turned back to his work and gathered up his papers in meticulous order and weighed them down with a rock before putting all his pencils and such away in their jar. He strayed to the bonfire for one drink, telling himself it was to help him get to sleep faster, knowing it was really to calm his nerves.

He was the only one up with the sun that morning. He didn’t wake up any of builders yet even though they deserved it for goofing off at the bonfire when they knew a hard days work was waiting for them. He took the opportunity to have some peace and quiet, time alone to really picture what it was he was going to do.

He thought he had picked a good spot for it, close enough to food and the bathrooms that she wouldn’t have to go far if she got up in the middle of the night, but far enough to avoid the sound of the kitchen and the smell of the outhouses. She’d get plenty of shade here without anyone being able to use the trees to get into her house.

Satisfied with the location he measured and marked off the area. Luckily he had been planning on building a house on stilts before this and set aside the things he’d need for it as they had come along. Pretty lucky, he thought as he ran a hand over his short hair, looking up at the place where her house would be, imagining it there in detail.

“Morning,” came a small voice behind him.

He was glad he hadn't visibly startled as he turned around and saw the girl sleepily rubbing her eyes as she walked up. For some reason he didn’t have a response to that, it felt too intimate to say ‘good morning’, he never said that to any of the boys, so he just nodded at her.

“This where it’s going?” she asked as she looked at the markers.

Suddenly Gally was questioning what he had been so sure of a second ago. “Do you not want it here?” he asked her, looking around, hoping someone else was awake by now so he wasn’t alone with her.

“Honestly that was a dumb question for me to ask, obviously that’s what’s going on,” she admitted as she gestured at the plot. “And yes, this is perfectly fine location.”

She was standing about three feet away from him, but they were otherwise shoulder to shoulder facing the plot and it took on this weird feeling that it was their project. A silence sat between them for a moment.

“I’m sorry you have to go through all this trouble for-“

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Gally cut her off, he kept his eyes on the plot even when he could tell she had turned to look at him. Why had he blurted that out so fast? “It’s just something that needs done, not like it’s your fault or anything,” he shrugged to try and keep it casual. He couldn’t explain why, but he didn’t want her to feel bad on top of everything else she must be feeling.

“Might not be my fault, but I’m still the cause,” she pointed out after she considered him for a beat. Then she placed her fists on her hips. “Well, where do we start?”

@gladerscake @crazysheeplyca @thesuitkovian @poulterholland @anniemylennox @poulterjonas @carp3d1em @neilox

I've started to make them a little bit lyric inspired but it's kind of hard atm because they're still strangers, but I think Divisionary with it's line of "Do the right thing, do the right thing, do it all the time, do it all the time" is SO Gally, so therefore it's his song this chapter as he tries to do the right thing for her.

Btw, since everyone in the Glade has a name given to them by Wicked, I was going to give her a real name instead of YN, so let me know about any historical figures you think she should be named after. In Garden of Heathen I named the girl Aussie after Jane Austen since she wasn't a genius but she had the highest emotional IQ, and then in The Reason I named the girl Nikola after Tesla.

If you want updates without following me you can always follow the tag "Will Poulter protection squad" because I'm pretty sure I'm the only one using it and from now on I'll put it in the fic tags.

Possession Masterlist

[iwaasfairy]

Hello, I saw your requests are open! May I please request some breeding with Sugawara? I don't know why I haven't seen any with him. I can imagine he'd get so feral at the thought of knocking you up and having kids with you. + I saw you're into kitten play atm, so you can add that in if you want? :')

ugh he would, that man is one feral fucker and he’s not apologizing. i don’t write for him a lot but i can’t resist some good breeding (⺣◡⺣)♡

tw breeding, choking, daddy kink +kitten!reader

The sharp sting of his hip bones into your supple skin is enough to have you whining, dutifully holding your hands to the headboard and your head down. “Koushi, koushi—” you whisper, choking your little breaths down and pushing back to meet his thrusts, mouth dropping open.

“Fuck, pretty girl, that’s it. Taking me so well.” He pulls your hips back into him to force his cock even deeper inside you, walls clinging to his pretty cock so tight. Your back arches more with his coaching, mewling incoherent pleas as your pussy gushes around him. “My kitten slut likes being stuffed full of cock? Like getting that needy pussy stretched like this?” ‘Yes, yes,’ you babble over and over again, thighs sinking a little lower to tilt your hips into his thrusts. This way his cockhead pushes so perfectly to your spot each time he fills you that it’s impossible to think straight. Let alone respond properly when he asks you anything. 

“Yeah, you’re gonna enjoy getting this pretty belly filled with my cum, right kitten?” He presses one hand under your body onto your belly to push it up, tightening the space around his cock even more and making him groan. Again, all you can do is bite your lip and moan, rolling your hips back right when he thrusts all the way back inside your ring of muscles. He only speeds the rhythm up when you don’t answer, laying down onto your body to bite the crook of your neck with a grunt. “My slut in heat getting fucked too well to answer.”

“Ah, Koushi, ‘m trying,” you whimper at his hot breath on your neck and sticky skin molding with yours as his hips pound into you and his cock forces open your desperate walls. “Feels so good, so big, -ah- please. Gonna cum again.” He takes a deep breath at that, lifting himself off you and one hand coming to wrap around your throat to hold you for leverage, squeezing just right at the sides. It’s so perfect, the coil in your belly ready to snap again.

“Yeah, gonna cream all over my cock, milk me for my every last bit of cum?” You try to nod in his hold, but you’re being bounced on his cock so hard that this point that the blood’s rushing between your ears and deafening you. All that’s left is your needy body pushing back onto his cock and shaking when he sneaks his other hand between your legs to rub at your clit. “Cum so that I can fill this pretty, cumdump pussy with my seed, kitten. Gotta make me a daddy, right?” he hisses, squeezing harder and letting you see stars over your closed eyelids, pussy fluttering around him and pulling him back inside with each wet ‘pap’. “Say it,” he grunts.

“Yes, yes, gonna make you a daddy,” your voice rises in pitch each word with the relentless rubbing of your puffy clit, before your back arches entirely and you reach back to claw at his thighs as your orgasm hits you. His fingers not stopping, you cry out. “Ha-hng, daddy, daddy! Want your cum, want daddy’s hot cum filling me up.” His rhythm going even faster, balls smacking to your dripping pussy and cock stretching you out so pretty for a few more thrusts before he cums with a choked grunt of your name, fucking hot ropes of white into your inviting walls and keeping it there.

[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | i love you

masterlist | request an imagine

words: 800+

warnings: hints towards abuse, smoking, sickening fluff. this came to me randomly and I had to write it down. it wasn’t requested. It’s only soppy drabble but I hope you like it. unless I get requests, I probably won’t be doing any more billy writing soon (hope u weren’t hoping for a heaven-sent update) but if you have prompts and want to see more do let me know. in the meantime i’ll be catching up with the prompts that have been in my inbox for YEARS.

taking requests for any fandom but am particularly wanting to write for spike (btvs), steve harrington, enzo st. john, isabelle lightwood, lucifer morningstar, nicholas scratch, and ambrose spellman atm - people i haven’t written for previously. also love writing angst so give me something angsty!

imagined this to billie eilish - i love you.

in which he finds his own way to say “I love you” for the first time.

At night the two of can be found tangled together, tracing lines across hot skin. You cling on for dear life, knowing how easy it is for for one of you to slip away—so fragile, so uncertain. All it would take is for you to say the wrong thing in the wrong way, or for him to uncover his bruised knuckles, and you'd be ripped apart. So you stay here, where the only thing separating you is a sliver of moonlight falling through the window.It's been a bad night: you know that without having to ask, can see through his cast iron mask to the boy hiding underneath. 

He'll talk about it when he's ready: until then, you will hum his favourite song under your breath and pepper him in kisses that he pretends doesn't make him weak.

"'m gonna take you away one of these days." Billy's voice is a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your cheek as he breaks the heavenly silence.

"Yeah?" you ask, smiling absentmindedly as your fingers find the dip in his sternum. "Where?"

"Anywhere."

"California?" Your voice rises in hope as you lean against him, looking at him with your chin in your hands.

To your surprise, he shakes his head, blinking as he looks down at you. His cheekbone is stained purple from a pain he shouldn't have to endure. "Somewhere new. Somewhere we can get lost. We'll get in the camaro and go, no lookin' back."

He's imagined it a thousand times, the image of you with a map sitting in your lap as you give him the wrong directions because you're too busy singing a love song that he pretends to hate. It's what he dreams about. For so long he has been empty, hopeless, dead, and now his soul yearns for the trees passing behind your head as you smile your stupid, beautiful fucking smile at him.

His hands knot between yours, his brows remaining furrowed.

"Sounds like heaven," you sigh, eyes falling shut.

"I'm serious, [y/n]. Would you? Would you come with me?"

"I'd go anywhere with you, Billy Hargrove," you whisper it as though they're the last words you'll ever say, and he knows you mean it, knows you are his and he is yours, "and everywhere."

"Then let's do it. First thing tomorrow, we'll pack our bags and go." He's being silly now, pressing his forehead to your hair so that you won't try to look at his face—so you won't see how much he wants it to be true, real.

You're already drifting into sleep when you agree, "First thing tomorrow."

Tomorrow doesn't matter when you already have the warmth and safety you've always craved now. When the sun comes up, that will be gone. Billy's moods change faster than the seasons, and with the absence of moonlight comes the absence of this version of him, the boy who snuggles into your hair and promises you a life spent somewhere new because he is bruised and broken and needs you so much it hurts. That's what you think, anyway, until he begins to trace lines into your skin with nicotine-stained fingers. 

"Feels good."

"Open your eyes," he whispers. "'m trying to tell you somethin'."

You obey, eyelashes fluttering as you focus on his hands, the cold metal of his rings brushing against you and giving you goosebumps as they glint in the moon's strip of light.

"What?" you ask, looking at him.He nods downwards at his hands again. They circle the inside of your arm in zig-zag lines. "You writing me a letter?"

He doesn't respond, his lines becoming straighter, clearer. 

"I—" you begin to read his symbols aloud.

"Shh," he hushes. "Don't say it. Not yet. I wanna be the first one."

"What are you talkin' about?"

He sighs, swallows, tries again. You read his invisible message in your head. I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U. Even in your subdued, exhausted state it takes your breath away for a moment.

"Billy." Your eyes prick with tears as the corner of his mouth twitches with the beginnings of a smile.

"I'm not ready to say it out loud. Not yet. But I do." His breath is shaky as he inhales, pressing a kiss into your hair. "I do. I don't know how else to tell you."

"This way. Tell me this way," you reply, turning and brushing your lips against his. His eyes are wet, and you kiss away his tears and then try to kiss away his bruise, too. You only wish it would work. "I do, too."

He looks relieved, as though he wasn't expecting reciprocation even after all this time.

"Say it again," you plead, curling back into him. "Just once more."

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U. He traces it into your skin until it is etched into you, until you are long past consciousness. You can still feel the letters stamped into you with permanent ink when the sun rises the next morning; when you wake up to an open window and an empty bed.

[ratz-r-us]

ahaha, I’m back again to find more rp partners. I feel like this is gonna be the least likely post to be responded to but I’m going nuts trying to find an rp partner atm! Right now I’m looking for My Hero Academia roleplayers. More specifically, people who are alright with less commons characters and ships.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the common ships just as much as the next person. Though I feel like they’re growing repetitive and I don’t ever get a chance to rp as the characters I reeeally would like to. I am okay with OCs, as long as you can please provide a little backstory/personality/maybe a picture of the OC.

Characters I’m dying to play rn!

- Neito Monoma

- Kosei Tsuburaba

- Natsuo Todoroki

- Yo Shindo

- Mashirao Ojiro

- Mei Hatsume

These are just the main ‘rare’ characters is like to rp as! I do however rp as many, many other characters. I will also try any ship (yes even the rarest rarepair) as long as the ship is not,, gross. No child/adult, you get the idea.

Examples of the rarer rarepairs I’ve done (to provide an example of my range)

- FrogTape (Sero x Tsu)

- IidaMei (Tenya x Mei)

- my personal favorite, MonoShin (Monomo x Shinsou)

- Shincamie (Shindo x Camie)

- Natsuo Todoroki x Himiko Toga (Believe it or not, Natsuo is 19 and Toga is 17. A two year age difference does not count as adult/child.)

- and one I’m dying to try is Tsuyu x Kosei

PLEASE make sure you understand that I am not comfortable rping as a character under 17. All characters listed will be 17+, as I’m only comfortable roleplaying as my own age or older. This is much longer than I expected it to be so I’ll end the post here! Please feel free to ask questions! Ask about a character or a rarepair and I’ll get back to you! Try messaging me here first and I’ll give you my discord after :)

Also please note that my responses will be a little slow, as one of my pets just passed away and I’m trying to finish my classes. Thanks! (tags to get around faster)

[rpsocsandcanonohmy]

A Fighting Chance

Note: This is part of an ongoing story that can be read on AO3 here. Reading previous installments is reccomended for context purposes but is not required. Posted here for Whumptober 2021 @whumptober-archive

Day 6: Bruises

-------- The next day, Lori was tasked with helping Abilene around the house. Despite the size of the house and how many people trekked through it on any given day, very little of the work centered around cleaning. No, today, Lori was going to be testing her patience with cooking and food prep.

Lori knew how to cook. In theory. She knew how to use an oven (electric, gas, and the occasional wood-burner). She knew how to heat up something in a pan or a pot. She could even make a few things from scratch, assuming she had the ingredients handy, mostly eggs and pasta.

Food prepping for a ranch was a much different story.

There was no experimenting to see if the temperature dial was accurate. There was no obsessively checking the clock in lieu of a timer. There was no double-checking the instructions written on the box. 

Nope. Abby’s kitchen was run with fresh ingredients that were either being prepped for a later meal or being used in a current one. Abby had (semi-correctly) assumed Lori didn’t have much experience with cooking like this and just put her in charge of cutting vegetables or stirring sauces. Technically she was also a Taste Tester but that seemed more like an honorary title than a useful role.

She was chopping some apples under Abby’s not-so-subtle watch when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” she said, leaving Lori to her chopping. A few moments later, she heard giggling and the sound of loud footsteps coming near the kitchn. “Oh, Cordi’ll be so happy to see you! It’s been ages… Oh, Lori! Hoyt, this is Lori. She’s one of Stella’s friends from school; her dad’s out of town so she’s staying with us for a while.”

Lori smiled softly and waved. “Hi….”

“Howdy.”

Abby snorted and gently pet Lori’s back. “I’m gonna go check on Bonham and Liam. Will you two be alright alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure.”

She turned back to her chopping. Hoyt came around the counter and grabbed a few pears to chop with her.

“So,” he started. “What happened?”

“Pardon?”

Hoyt chuckled. “You’re at home for the day on a school day, you’re working in the kitchen instead of being sick in bed, and I noticed that bandage. Something happened.”

Well. That was her caught. Lori shrugged, clearing away some apple chunks to make room for the next one. “I got into a fight. Some girl was being a bitch to Stella and August so I broke her nose.” There was no point in lying; it’d probably just come out later anyway.

“I can respect that,” Hoyt said. “Sounds like the kind of stuff I used to get into back in those days.”

Lori nodded, focusing on her chopping.

“You’re a good friend. Stella’s lucky she found you.”

She liked the way he said that, like she wasn’t some lucky charity case that got picked up out of pity. That didn’t make it any (potentially) less true, but still. Lori wondered if he had his own experience in a situation like that.

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Lunch was miraculously uneventful. Hoyt didn't even ask her about why Liam was being careful around her, course he was likely too busy telling wild stories about whatever mess he’d gotten involved in while he was away. She was just glad not to be the topic of conversation at a meal for once.

She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket while she was putting away the last of the dishes. Checking to make sure no one was paying attention to her, Lori ducked into the next room and pulled out her phone. The text was from an unknown number, but she knew who it was. Only one person would text her out of the blue like this without an introduction.

[Text from: Unknown]: Hey boo. You still in Austin? There’s a tourney starting next week and I’d love to put your name in the ring. Withdrew your entry fee from my bank account today xo

[Text to: Unknown]: Hey. Yeah, I am. I’m not sure if I can compete though; I’m under a little surveillance atm

[Text from: Unknown]: When has that ever stopped you before lol xo

[Text to: Unknown]: It’s different

[Text from: Unknown]: Come onnnnnnn

[Text from: Unknown]: It’s a massive payout. Big city, big names, big tournament. It’s all monsters right now though. They’ll flip if they get a hunter in. Massive bucks sweetie 

[Text to: Unknown]: There’s always a massive payout

[Text from: Unknown]: Not like this. We’re talking almost 5 digits if you make it to the top

Okay, that was impressive. It would definitely come in handy when she met up with Dad again. They would definitely need the cash even if she didn’t have to pay bail this time.

[Text to: Unknown]: You know me so well

[Text from: Unknown]: Is that a yes?

[Text to: Unknown]: Duh

[Text to: Unknown]: Just get me the time and place

[Text from: Unknown]: I knew I could count on you xo

[Text from: Unknown]: I’ll get you the deets. Meet me in the locker room and we’ll discuss my cut

She wanted to respond but the number was blocked. Of course it was. That was how he operated. She’d never get used to that. He’d get her the address later, probably through email, and they’d just go from there. Like they always did.

All Lori had to do now was figure out how to sneak out….

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One day, Lori was going to suggest the Walkers invest in a security system that wasn’t accessible through a smart device. She’d have to figure out how to bring that up without mentioning she’d been able to bypass the alarms on Cordell’s phone with relative ease first though.

Regardless, she was out and headed for her destination. Why are these things always held in the most out of the way place possible? she thought as she entered the abandoned warehouse. She worked her way through the crowd, holding her duffle bag with her gear close to her chest, and headed for the locker room area. Once she was there, she got dressed and checked her first aid supply while she waited

“I was afraid you might back out,” came the all too familiar voice.

“Like I’d ever squelch on a deal with you,” Lori replied with a grin. She turned around and there he was, standing uncomfortably close as usual. “How’s the crowd looking?”

Darian grinned. “Very good turnout. I worked the room a bit, lot of people looking forward to seeing you in the cage. And, get this, they put you against a Were for your first fight!”

Of course they did. Hunter v. Monster fights drew a crowd as it was. Pitting a Hunter against their Thing? Pure gold. “Do you know anything about them?”

He shrugged. “Just that he’s a small thing with a big temper. It’s not his first rodeo but he’s not as well known as you. A lot of people are betting on you to win.”

“I take it you tossed your hat into that ring too?”

Darian smirked. “Always. Don’t worry, you’ll get your cut of that once you get to the top.”

Classic Darian, working all the possible angles. He was a smart guy, for a shapeshifter. She was about to respond when the fighting bell rang and her name was called over the loudspeakers.

“Showtime, babygirl. Make me proud!” Darian waved her off as she headed for the arena.

Lori took a deep breath and her mind cleared as she entered the cage. The crowd roared and she let it all wash over her. The sounds, the lights, the smells, everything. This was it. In here, she wasn’t a pitiable soul taken in by a friend. She wasn’t a reminder of her mother. She wasn’t a forgotten soul in the wasteland of The System. Here, she was Lori fucking Graves, one of the best fighters in the ring and the youngest hunter in the system. She was a badass, an icon, the love-to-hate-em fave. And she owned it.

The bell rang and the fight was on. Werewolves were tricky because of their claws and teeth, especially when she didn’t have a weapon of her own. But she’d been in worse situations before. A swift kick to the nuts took him to his knees and gave her the chance to land a few solid punches to his face before he got back up. A part of her couldn’t wait to see the bruises later. The larger part of her was regretting she couldn't run away faster when he lifted her above his head and threw her at the chain-link wall. That was going to smart later. But she could handle it.

Punch, kick, jab, punch, dodge, swerve, punchkickjabdodgepunchkickswerve and on it and on it went. Once she got into a rhythm, she could work off muscle memory and fall into a state of near zen. This is why she loved the fights. This is why she’d never walk away. This is why the payout was always worth it. This is why working around the bruises and scrapes would always be worth it, no matter who she was with.

It felt glorious. 

Her opponent was tiring out and she took advantage of that to elbow him in the face and knock him to the ground with a kick to the shin. She pinned him down and spit in his face while the ref counted her. 

She won.

She was bloody and bruising and she was definitely sleeping in tomorrow. 

But she won.

“Excellent work, darling.” Darian smiled proudly and gently clapped her on the shoulder as she stepped out the ring. “Payout for tonight is $915. Well, minus my cut, of course….” He handed Lori the cash and she stuffed it in her bag.

“Thanks. When’s the next one?”

“They’re gonna finish out the first round over the next couple days. I’ll text you the morning of so you have time to figure out your excuses.”

Lori shouldered her duffle bag and made her way to the back exit. “Alright. I’ll see you then.” 

It was a long walk back home, but the bills she counted later were more than worth it. She just had to figure out how she was going to hide the evidence from the rest of the house…..

[yukipri]

Yo! This isn't actually about your Au or something, I'm just curious but- do you like other animes besides Banana fish and One piece? Like, BNHA or Kimetsu no yaiba? (Or other) è.e Have a nice day! Your art is wonderful, keep it up! <3

Hey there! There’s absolutely no need for questions to be about my AU, you should absolutely feel comfortable just stopping by to say hi! I know it doesn’t seem like it at times, but this is just my personal blog, and the Mermaid AU just happens to be one of my projects ^ ^;; 

(and as much fun as AU asks are, they do tend to be long and take time to write, so I tend to be much faster at responding to lil questions like this ^ ^;;)

I tend to be very mono-fandom at any given time, that is, once I get very obsessed with a fandom, i basically stick to it and consume little else ^ ^;; Especially the past, idk, 5-6 years or so? I feel like I’ve been more content creator than consumer, just bc I tend to get very easily distracted and can’t get invested enough to create big AUs or complicated art if I’m watching something else.

So while I know of BNHA and KnY, I haven’t watched/read either, nor do I particularly plan to atm ^ ^; I liked a lot of fandoms prior to focussing more on creating content, including but not limited to Kuroko and Bleach. My “main fandoms” prior to Banana Fish were YOI, Star Wars, and BH6 (LOL), so you can find my ancient content of these fandoms if you dig a bit on this blog ^ ^;

I guess the only other thing more “recent” is ACNH? Which I didn’t actually think I’d get into, but my friends got it for me for my B-day ^ ^; I haven’t been too active on that for the past few months either, but I’m trying to get back into it now that my favorite season is here!

Thanks for coming to talk to lil old me ^ ^

❀ ❀ Send YukiPri an Ask! ❀ ❀

[neo-nymph]

Playground

A/N: I’ve been having a very rough and stressful last few weeks trying to get things ready for college. As a result, I’ve been having major writer’s block. This was requested a while ago and I’ve been struggling to get it done. This seriously isn’t that good and it’s barely edited but this is the best I can do atm :/ idek what to title this uuuuggggghhhhhhh

~

[11:59 pm]

The playground didn’t feel the same at night.

Without the comfort of laughing children at play, everything felt like something to be afraid of. It was difficult to be aware of your surroundings without the sun casting its beating rays onto the lot. Instead, you were forced to make do with the shallow illumination from the half-moon, providing just enough light to make the streets look like a scene from a horror movie. The rest of your senses were heightened by growing a paranoia. The tree branches knocking together sounded more like creeping footsteps, and the passing wind felt like a ghost dragging their cold hands along your skin. Even the air was different. Thinner. The brisk aroma of pine leaking out of the woods behind the park as the sun went down, failing to fight a dull scent of cigarettes.

But maybe the last part was just Mark.

He always made for a blissful distraction from the world, somehow never failing to make you feel better, safer. Just like now, diverting your mind from the fear of the playground by sliding his hands into your panties.  

It hadn’t even been 5 minutes before the air started to get thinner, your lungs becoming ever more difficult to satisfy as the tension thickened. An addictive sting tingled your skin as Mark dug his teeth into your neck, sucking and kissing until you were branded. You’d never felt a pain so pleasurable, so delicious that it left you craving. The butterflies in your system were flying wild, following the traces of Mark’s hands across your skin loyally. He started at your neck, then snuck under your shirt to fondle your breasts. His fingers were freezing compared to the burn of your swollen chest, his grip tight as he squeezed for a few minutes before letting his touch fall between your legs.

“What if someone sees us..” Your voice was shaky

“Ooh, wouldn’t that be a sight for sore eyes,” His fingertips pressed over your panties, rubbing over your clit.

“An innocent angel getting fingered by some punk on the playground. People would pay to see that, baby.”

He placed you in the perfect spot. Between his legs, right in the path of a park lamp so he could see how much he was ruining you; the flush on your face, the crease in your brows, your death grip on the holes of the playground floor. You were so embarrassed that you couldn’t even manage to keep your eyes open as your stiff body shook with nerves. You were so innocent, yet so wet that he could feel a puddle forming at your little hole as he prodded you through your panties.  

Before Mark, no one had ever touched you like this, and that knowledge was driving your boyfriend up the walls. No one had ever played with the slick mess that dripped out of you when your neck was bitten or heard the most angelic, pathetic whines leave your lips when your walls were stretched by two fingers pushing into your pussy. Mark let out a groan of his own as he moved his fingers in and out of you, the restraining feeling bringing other ideas to the forefront of his mind; like how nice it would feel to let your little hole squeeze his cock.

“Does that feel nice, baby?”

You couldn’t bear to respond. Instead, you lifted your puppy eyes to gaze at him sinfully, holding your bottom lip between your teeth to hold in your cries, nodding faintly.

His fingers were thick and long, giving your walls a luscious and hot stretch. He forced them in as far as he could reach before pulling out halfway to force them in again. His fingers repeated the motion, gaining momentum as he pushed into you harder and faster. Your juices were literally pouring out of you, leaking along your thighs and dripping into the sand below you, a lewd noise filling the plastic walls from Mark’s speedy fingering. Your heart began to thrash wildly as the pleasure took over your senses. A mantra began to play from your lips when another hand started rubbing circles against your abandoned nub of nerves, mostly your lover's name and a series of oh my god’s.

The sound was like a symphony drifting into Mark’s ears. Such an innocent voice crying his name desperately to let her cum, the vile sound of his fingers fucking into a tight, virgin pussy, and your tight ass pressing so wonderfully into his semi-hard cock as you squirmed from the pleasure he provided, Mark swore this would be the closest to heaven he would ever get. Basking in the moment, he laid his head back onto the plastic wall, curling his fingers continuously until your walls began to convulse.  

“C’mon, princess. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

A smirk played at his pierced lip as he listened to your hitching breath and felt your little fingers grip his wrist as if asking for mercy. It wasn’t long before the combination of it all took over the entirety of your system. Your legs slammed shut when a wave of euphoria exploded within you. It was a long moment of tension, your muscle seizing uncontrollably and the air slowly being sucked from your lungs. The feeling of ecstasy was short-lived. Your body was shaking lightly, complete exhaustion filling the expanse of your muscles as you settled against Mark’s chest.