#WIP: Resurface

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP-from-the-poll #3

This one is from Resurface which is SO nearly done now. Only 6 sentences required but the point of the exercise was not to stop writing at that point so I’ll dump the whole little segment I finally managed to get down on my commute.

I am gradually clawing my way out of this slump… gradually.

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Virgil pulled the jacket across his lap and tentatively laid a hand on it. The adrenaline rushed back - he shivered again - then took a deep breath and lifted a sleeve a little to study the weave .

“Do you find the texture unpleasant? Is it like me and crunchy towels?”

He scratched at it gently and noted the whispery hiss of the texture under his fingernail. “Hmm no, it’s only that… it’s kind of unique isn’t it? Nothing else we wear is made of this and i guess it reminds me of when we left you the first time… I was hugging you and… well, dad dragged me off because I was embarrassing you and I tried to grab your hand and missed and just caught the sleeve.”

“You weren’t embarrassing me. I nearly ran after you actually.”

Virgil smiled weakly. “But it makes no sense because it’s not as if you were wearing that the last time before… you didn’t come back. If anything it’s that USAF hoodie I should have a problem with.”

“Just as well, I still wear one of those. Or at least I did… not seen it in a while.”

“Gordon.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Whyyy, it doesn’t even fit him.”

“Bad rescue. He couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah.”

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[oneluckydragon]

got hit with the echo+sora brainrot so i am once more rambling in your askbox about it. because reasons.

anywho i think there is something truly saddening about echo's struggles to make peace within herself and how she truly finds it hard to find that peace when she is so certain that if the truth about her origins were to be revealed to the world, much less to *sora*, everything she achieved, everything she worked for, all of which matters to her most, will crumble away in a moment's notice.

but the fear of losing all your life's work is none compared to the fear of losing sora. the feeling of poison that settled itself within themselves and between each other out of fear and tragedy of what had happened to them is familiar. echo's resemblance to dusknoir was already enough to set the two off because of how much it had all hurt to see someone you love and yourself turn into a mockery and a splitting image of someone who had pretended to care yet showed he never did at all, but this poison is louder. it hurts to bare, to carry, and to have none but yourself to be its sole holder.

but this poison, this feeling of heartache is different. because whereas the previous pain was something both of them felt, sora was lucky enough to not have known the truth about the person who she cares for so dearly.

echo knows that she used to be darkrai. and it haunts her to have known that her previous incarnation was so *cruel*, all for the sake of it just feeling right. wishing to engulf an entire world in darkness, solely for whatever desire she used to have.

and for how much she knows, how much she will hammer it into her own head that she is *not* like that anymore, that she looks at her past with sneer and disgust and that she will not be the barer of evil anymore, it will not matter in the slightest when she will have to look at sora if she were to ever find out.

how afraid, angry and dejected she would look when finding out, and how she will go on the defense/offense because of how much this will overwhelm her.

because when echo looks at her own shadow, she sees herself for what she is. she knows what she is, be it out of shame or guilt.

but when sora will look at it, she will see a tall, contorting and menacing shadow, towering over with a bright cyan eye doing nothing but looking at her, as if tempting her to make the next move.

and she defends herself. from someone she knows will not harm her. she raises her arms up in self defense from a hand that would never hurt her more than the world has already did.

she knows echo will not hurt her. and thats why she is afraid.

Oh my oh my OH MY, Sinnoh!!! YES YES YES!

HOW!!! IN THE WORLD!!! Are you so good at crawling into my head and creating these vivid analysis/snippets on my OCs??? I've barely shared ANY information about Echo and Sora because I've been wanting to hoard most of my stuff for when my fic is finally finished... but... I think you've broken my resolve a bit, if I'm entirely honest.

You know what? I'm so inspired by your accuracy and eagerness to talk about my girls that I'm gonna forgo my crippling anxiety regarding my writing skills and instead post a snippet of my WIP fic here as a treat for you. A teaser, if you will. Since I have no idea when the fic in question will actually be done and ready (or when I will be satisfied with it, cause the thing is currently 36,000 words and still slowly climbing). And now you've got me eager to share SOMETHING of my fic with you and anyone that might want to take a peek at it.

Please enjoy this conversation between Dusknoir and Echo. The topic deals a lot with what you'd described up above!! c:

[Note: this is an unedited part of my fic because I am still in the process of writing and it may change in the future, so please be gentle w/ me but I'd love to read any thoughts/comments that pop up while reading!! pls send asks or replies or anything really cause I love you guys]

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“I’m going to tell you something now, and you are going to listen.�� Echo commands with a sharp bite in her voice that Dusknoir cannot fathom ignoring. He pauses and then offers a slow nod, waiting, wondering what she could possibly desire to tell him at a time like this, of all things.

Minutes pass as Echo remains rooted in place, still as her own shadow, and her eyes dart around as she stares at the patches of dry grass and sand beneath her paws. Her claws clench and unclench, digging into the earth like daggers as the wind of the forest (it’s trees so close, just behind them, a looming sort of presence that could engulf them whole) whistles through the surrounding branches, carrying stray leaves of many bright greens through the chilling breeze. Dusknoir watches them dance around Echo, twirling, floating down, down, down… but it’s quiet, too quiet, and Dusknoir feels a shiver pass through him when Echo’s voice finally rings out through the silence.

"When I evolved, Sora was petrified," She says, nearly a whisper, an admission that melts away her confidence and appears to bring her a flood of both shame and regret. Her face twists up then, strangely, like she’d felt a twinge of pain from somewhere deep inside the very fabric of her own soul and was unable to quell it. "She couldn’t even bring herself to look at me most days. At first, my appearance… well, it reminded her too much of you. And eventually of someone I used to be.”

Someone I used to be. At that, Dusknoir’s immediate reaction is to recall Echo’s previous life as a human, as the miserable shell of a creature surviving alongside Grovyle that he’d relentlessly hunted in the dark future. A human made of contempt and anger and apathy, who never smiled or laughed or cried or screamed like the old legends said humans would-- an entity that simply existed rather than lived. An echo of a life long dead and buried. But, judging by her tone, by her voice, by some uneasy intuition itching in the back of his mind like a swarm of pestilent Ninjask… he knows that she means something else entirely. Something that she isn’t willing to share. And frankly, that concept utterly terrifies him.

Someone I used to be. Dusknoir wants to speak, to break his own silence, wants to ask the myriad of questions bubbling up in his throat because this isn't the first time she's hinted at another life beyond being human, but those questions die at the source like a flame doused in water. And always the coward, coward, coward, instead he takes the easy way out by doing nothing at all. Whether Echo notices his surge of inner conflict or not-- the nervous wring of his hands and the tremble in his spine that he cannot control under her gaze-- she does not react.

“I’d take a step and Sora would flinch away.” Echo confesses, her markings flickering with light before going dark and dead, as if her body wished to snuff them out entirely, a deep seated rejection, a self-loathing so strong that Dusknoir cannot help but recognize it and empathize, and his heart aches, “It took ages for her to stop shaking when I’d speak. To stop looking at me like-- like I was going to…” 

Echo grimaces like she’s enduring waves of grueling torture and doesn’t finish that string of thought, but it’s not hard to make an educated guess on what went unsaid. Like I was going to betray her. Hurt her. Break her heart. She’s been through so much already and I couldn’t bear to be another influence in the history of her suffering. I hate myself because of how I made her feel. When her eyes went wide in fear and through them I could see myself staring back like some sort of burden, some sort of curse.

“I am not my past.” Proud and true, Echo straightens up and holds her head high, a spark igniting in her eyes, a glint of determination, a will to keep going and going despite such circumstances and strife, despite this horrid, unspeakable past that haunts her so, “And I am definitely not you. It’s taken a while, but I know that much now. I’ve accepted it.”

I am not my past. And I am definitely not you.

A sigh, a breath, and Echo glances at him with a certain sorrow that cannot be described, a sorrow that lingers even through the veil of her tenacity, "But no matter how I feel, no matter my conviction, my shadows still find ways through the cracks. Every time I think I'm getting a grip and that I might finally understand myself… I change all over again." She admits, sounding more angry and tired than defeated now-- like a mirror of her old self, her human self that had clawed and damned and cursed him, despised him more than anything. "I hate it. I hate that I never truly know who I am. That I have to learn about my past through stories others tell me, or through fragments of twisted, broken memories that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Through conflict and pain and… and..."

"Echo," Dusknoir murmurs her name softly, an offering, a potential escape if only she would wish to drop the subject and forget this conversation had ever happened-- if she'd overstepped and needed an excuse to back out, a diversion, an understanding. And briefly, Dusknoir wonders why she is opening up about this particular information, why she would delve into something so vulnerable, so personal. Why she would bring up this hurtful history when it obviously brings her great discomfort.

And then, he gets an answer.

“You’re lucky, Dusknoir." There it is, that wildfire burning in her eyes again. A spark that’s new and bold and startling. But lucky? No, never. He'd have to disagree, accounting the mountain of evidence that was his life and regrettable deeds.

"You already know exactly who you are and what you’ve done, and most importantly why. You have more than a tattered picture of yourself that reflects broken answers. And you can change with that knowledge. I see you trying.” She tells him, searching, looking for something so deeply and Dusknoir wishes he knew what it could be so that he could give it to her, because he would, he would gladly give it to her without a second thought if it meant they could be close again. But he isn’t a fool, and he’s wise enough to know they’ll never be like they were before. “And if somehow I could change, even as half-assed as I have. Well, then what’s your excuse?”

You can do it, say her unspoken words, I believe in you.

[forlorn-crows]

WIP WEDNESDAY! @belle--ofthebrawl

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Sunshine thrusts into her hard, but instead of her cock, it’s her nimble fingers from earlier, pumping in and out as she spread Mountain open. Sunshine’s face, but it’s wrought with need instead of calm dominance. The huffs and grunts panted against her ear fits the image, and it makes her throb into the space between them. “Good girl,” Sunshine says, but now it’s Rain purring into her ear, his tentacle linking them together. For a split second, it’s Cirrus with her strap. And then it’s Sunshine again, and they’re humping each other like hungry rabbits, taking turns on the greenhouse daybed. She’s fucking her just like this—fast little thrusts that make her cock bounce and leak, make her grip the back of Sunny’s neck like a lifeline while her other hand kneads at her own breast. She’s not touching her now, but she’s touching her then, a small, firm hand around the swell of her balls, so full and tight to her body that she keens having them squeezed.

It must be working, because present Sunny groans as Mountain’s body flutters around her length. “Fuuuck; good girl, that’s so good, sapling,” she praises. “Can you feel it yet? Feel it pullin’, makin’ you clench like that?”

She can, and she doesn’t dare open her eyes in case it breaks the delicate bubble she’s floating in. Mountain sighs an uh huh, slipping back into the heady static.

[unrestrained-balderdash-art-blog]

I'm not good at drawing skeletons but Bonehilda my Beloved /p

Reference:

[eightspotstudio]

For today's WIP Wednesday we have a whole bunch of new Misha expressions to show ! Misha's usually flirty and confident, but it's nice to see his shy side every once in a while too. 🤭

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Huh, so turns out rewatching mha from the beginning again after two years really does rekindle the headcanon brain…..

[oldtvandcomics]

So I'm being told that I should fill out something called a "Bragging Rights" form for @wipbigbang?

Story Title: One Last Curse Fandom: Supernatural Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49523875/chapters/124990924 Summary: After the end of the series, Dean finds Cas again in Heaven. Something is wrong. It is as if there was some kind of external force keeping them from talking about what happened just before Cas' death, or anything else that has to do with their relationship. Warnings: Chose Not To Use Warnings Characters: Dean Winchester ; Castiel ; Jack Kline ; Eileen Leahy ; Becky Rosen Pairings: Catiel/Dean Winchester When I Started: ...2021. Maybe March? How I Lost My Shit: I lost interest. How I Finished My Shit: Peer pressure because of this challenge.

So yeah, there we go. I believe I still have some people over from my short relapse into the Supernatural fandom period? If you wanted to read a fic and tell me how clever and pretty I am, feel free to.

Honestly, I'm just happy that it's over.

[prisonpodcast]

Periods are so crazy I’ve been mad at myself all day for not being able to draw (even tho I spend 20 minutes finishing up the dteam art that I posted earlier and also spend one hour on a sketch) because I felt unproductive ig ?? Like idk I have a massive headache and I literally keep forgetting that I have in fact worked on art today I just haven’t finished an entire piece in one sitting and so I feel useless bc of that. Like ik this is an irrational feeling but I can’t get it out of my head I hate it so bad can my brain start functioning properly again pls and thank you

[alexcutecolly]

youre 1000% right. he is so truly nice but desperate to have something better in the world and he would be so relaxing to be around most times like i am always saying this. i bet being swallowed by him feels like a hug every time. love thinking about him being really playful like this

v.olo uwu anon

Oh hi again v.olo uwu anon! 💕

He's a wonder to be around fr!! 😭❤️ To me he's the sweetest guy in all of H.isui, you could even fall asleep by his side if you're hanging out with him or something, it feels so cozy and peaceful! He's just got that chill, home sweet home aura! 🥺❤️

And I feel like his cheerful demeanor would transmit sooo well to vore as you said, since staying inside his belly would equal the most wholesome, wonderful and warmest hug he could give! I'd love to be surrounded by him that way tbh! 🥺❤️

Warning: Major spoilers for P.okemon Legends: A.rceus below!

The combination of protective and playful fits him perfectly imo, omg! And I can see him poke his gut to tease us a bit xD plus after eating us he could start reading a mythology book, or take a nap to relax x3 gosh, this is giving me more ideas for vore stories to write about him!! ❤️ Originally I had slightly more... twisted plans (100% safe as always ofc, dw), but lovely vore fluff is so neat too!! 🥺

Talking about how he feels though, it pains me to see how much he must have suffered ;-; he keeps asking himself if he's unworthy of A.rceus's attention since it favored the MC instead of him, despite everything he's done to even be acknowledged by it ;-;

"I've devoted myself to A.rceus beyond any other! I worshiped it as the creator of our entire world! I bent all of my passion and interest to its study! All the time I've spent poring over the legends... Everything that I've done—!"

And even when he's defeated he goes:

"How? How could this happen?! Almighty A.rceus, if you have any heart within you, then tell me...

The blood of the ancient S.innoh people flows in my veins, does it not?! What is it, then, that you find so lacking in me?!

Do you mean to tell me that this world doesn't need to be remade?"

Also, him asking us if we have dreams like he does literally makes my heart ache ;-; ;-; (and it reminded me of N. as well ;-;)

In general, I think he perceives himself as a very lonely individual, and it gets worse since nobody even goes to look for him after the final battle (I'd do it myself if the game just let me, aksbdejsbsn) and pretty much everyone simply accepts that he was the villain and moves on ;-;

His loneliness got me thinking nonetheless. Despite him being able to hide it behind his usual happy-go-lucky attitude, some of it could still come through. For example, he could enjoy our company a lot more than it seems, and with vore it'd work the same way since a pred is technically not alone after nomming somebody. So he could also rub his middle and take in all the positive feelings that come with eating a close person in safety x3 ❤️

"In the end, I was alone... But not you."

To be honest, I wish we could say goodbye to him before he leaves, or at least see him tell professor L.aventon what happened, oof ;-; we saw him from a brief moment tho in the second H.isuian Snow episode! That gives me a lil bit of hope xDD

In any case, G.amefreak please bring him baaaaaack!!! (Alive, possibly ;-;) We miss him!!! 😭😭

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP Wednesday

Just a small snippet to remind me I have to finish this and not be distracted by the other shiny things…

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Gordon leant heavily against the kitchen sink and dabbed ineffectively at his damp hands with an even damper towel. He studied them wearily:

They looked clean now.

They weren’t.

Something about a brother’s blood lingered, invisibly, and when he averted his eyes from them he could still feel the slickness of it. Somehow oily, it made his fingers unnaturally frictionless as they moved against each other and his stomach churned at the sensation.

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[driftward]

WIP tag game!

Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

She slowly let herself sink down until her forehead touched the top of the desk, closed her eyes, folded her ears back, and finally, a long last, let go and let herself howl.

Tagged by @traveleorzea! I appreciate the enrichment. And hahahaha my tendency for wordiness is really biting me on this one;  I am deffo not tagging one person for each word. Also, someone else tagged me, so I'm going to get half of who I'm thinking of on this one and the other half in the next one~

@yzeltia, @sasslett, @autumnslance (is this cheating? I am doing it anyroad), @healerstail, @elizatronicwarfare, @yloiseconeillants, @dragons-bones

Participate if you want to! And either way, I’ve enjoyed your work, and for those reading this, if you’re not following these people, I can highly recommend their work!

[mysicklove]

Summary: Yuuji has a bad day, and all he wants is for you to make him feel better <3

Warnings: cheesy/sappy writing!!!!!! like so cheesy. I can't help it. he makes me sick. slight dom/sub dynamics (reader being dominant), suggestiveness/talks about sex, kneeling + praise heavy, aged up! character! gn! reader

Wc: 2.0k

A/N: i saw this in my drafts and just wanted to finish it up before starting my other wips. i am lovesick with him, do not mind me. i am actually embarrassed at how sappy this is

art here! by @mpsql - super super super cute!!! <333

Yuuji was exhausted. It was just one of those days that seemed to drag out – the watch Nanami gifted to him seemed to tick as slowly as possible. Nothing was going his way, and although he never made a fuss to the people around him, he still was frustrated by all the events. 

But now he was home –  he didn’t have to worry about those things anymore. He could crawl up to you, and with the gentle caress of your fingers through his hair, he was bound to be left thoughtless. Or maybe you would touch him tonight – he has been good, so he doesn’t suppose that it was out of the question. 

He takes a deep breath, snapping out of his thoughts – getting a hard-on would not be appropriate right now. The man opens the door to your shared apartment, mumbling out a greeting and scanning the room. He calls your name, setting down his bag and walking toward the living room. You pop your head out of the office, wearing your blue light glasses. “Ah! Welcome home, love,” you call, smiling at your boyfriend, “I am doing some work right now, but dinner is in the oven. You are welcome to eat it without me. Gotta finish this!”

He doesn’t say anything, but a frown pulls at his lips. Suddenly, he feels his previous emotions resurfacing just from the sound of your voice and the familiar warmth of his home. Itadori pads over to you, ignoring the wafting smell in the kitchen until he stands directly next to you. Then, he grabs the back of your rolling chair and flips it away from the screen. You blink at him in surprise, being torn away from your work. “Yuuji?”

His lip wobbles at the concern in your voice, and the boy immediately falls to his knees in front of you without a word. He presses his head against your clothed thigh and wraps his arms around your waist. “Just….bad day.”

You frown at him and place your hand on his head, gently petting him. “Poor thing,” you coo, and his whole body shivers, but he nods into your leg. “Do you want me to do anything for you?”

He thinks back to his previous idea: sex. Something that he was opposed to, but now, in the moment, he didn’t crave it as much. He wants your touch –  he always does, loving physical affection more than anything, but maybe tonight, it didn’t need to go below the waist. He was content just being close to you.  

“No. But, can I stay here?” Itadori asks, voice soft and barely above a whisper. He was content in this position, finding that it strangely made him feel small, and your words made him feel safe. 

You cock your head to the side, slightly confused. “Kneeling? You might get uncomfortable.”

He blinks at you, shaking his head stubbornly. “No, ‘s fine. Like it down here.”

You grin at him, now using both hands to rub through his hair and gently massage his scalp just the way he likes it. “Does it have anything to do with what you are facing?”

He eyes at your crotch for a split second and then looks up at you, a small pout on his face. “‘I’m not some perv, you know.”

“Just teasing you,” you sigh, ruffling his hair slightly. “Anyways, I have to do work, Yuuji. I can’t keep petting you.”

He yawns into your leg and sighs. “It’s alright. I’ll sit and be quiet.” Then, he closes his eyes, cheeks pressed against your thigh, content. 

You face back toward the computer screen, not paying attention to the boy who seemed to be pressing himself impossibly closer to you. Ten minutes go by, and you are more than surprised to not hear Yuuji’s usual light snore. He tended to fall asleep pretty easily, so it was shocking that he was awake right now – you dont comment on it, letting him rest his eyes.

But his silence doesn’t last much longer than that. His dark eyes peer open, and he glances up at you. His voice is soft, as if afraid that you will be upset at him for distracting you. “Can you do the thing?”

“Hmm?”

“Where you uh…compliment me.” 

Your eyes flicker to him, and you notice the tips of his ears turning a shade of red. “You want me to praise you?”

He readjusts himself on the floor nervously, but nods his head. A hand returns back to his head and the boy seems to melt at the touch, eyes already fluttering shut again. “Well, I suppose it’s not hard to. I could list about fifty things I love about you without even thinking about it.”

He gulps, face now a bright shade of pink, and sighs into your pants. “Me too.”

You trace the tips of his ears with your pointer finger. “Cute,” you say, smiling at him as your computer screen darkens with its lack of use. “Hmmm. Where do I begin?” you ask yourself rhetorically, and Yuuji waits in silence, trying not to buzz with excitement. 

He readjusts himself on the floor, pressing more of his muscled frame on top of your lap. It reminded you of a great dane trying to be a lap dog, because they believed they were the size of a chihuahua. It’s cute, and you didn’t mind his extra weight. “Well, I guess I could start with how kind you are, but that sort of a no-brainer.”

 “’s not,” Yuuji mumbles into your pants.

“No? I disagree; everyone knows Yuuji Itadori is kind. It’s been like that since high school and probably before that. The boy who makes everyone feel comfortable. Who radiates warmth, light, and happiness. Y’know, you could easily compare to the sun.”

Yuuji squirms in your lap, making a small noise of complaint. “Now you are just exaggerating.”

You beam at him, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t lie to you.” Your fingers ghost over his lips before he tries to argue again, and he remains quiet at the gentle warning. “I think you are very pretty Yuuji.”

You use both of your hands to cup his face, rubbing your thumbs against his cheeks that were warming up steadily. He wants to complain about the word choice, but he finds himself remaining silent, finding the compliment strangely endearing to him. He has been called handsome before, hot even, but pretty was not common. You preferred to call him cute most of the time, which he has grown to love even if most men didn’t. 

You lean down and press your lips to his hair. “Your hair is pretty, soft, and easy to pet.” Then you move down to his eyes, kissing at the scars beneath them and his eyelids when he instinctively shuts them. “Your eyes are pretty, a warm shade of brown, or maybe an amber color?”

He squints at you, one eye remaining shut from where your thumb pads just below it. “I just call them brown.”

You pout at him. “Aw, you're no fun! They are much more than brown, and you know it. Now, your nose.” You peck the tip of it, and he blinks at you, waiting for what you are to say next. “Hmm, I guess I don’t have too much to say about it, but it is really cute.”

“I like your nose a lot,” Yuuji interrupts, and you bark a small laugh. In return for his remark, you teasingly press your thumbs into the corner of his eyes when you catch him staring at it. He shuts his eyes with a whine, trying to pull away.

You breathe out another laugh and then move your fingers again to trace his skin, peppering it with small kisses. You go back to complimenting him. “The prettiest skin, with the cutest scar beneath your eyes.”

“Dont remind me,” Yuuji grumbles, thinking about his time with the curse. He was exorcised a while ago, and Yuuji can safely say that he enjoys being able to think for himself once again. Plus, the flirty comments about you from the king did not sit well with the boy.

He shifts on the floor again from the thought, and you frown. “Are you sure you don't want me to grab you a pillow for your knees?”

When you try to stand up, he simply presses more of his weight onto you – successfully pinning you to the chair. He looks at you with a small pout, “I said I was fine. I was comfortable in that position!”

You pinch his cheeks with a teasing smile, ignoring his small whines of protest. “So whiny. I just want to make sure you dont get bruises on your knees. Could lead to some misunderstanding, hm?”

He looks away, rolling his eyes but smiling again. “You have a dirty mind.”

“Y’know, I can’t help it when it comes to you.”

His cheeks flush again, and he groans into your pants. “Please dont tease me. You know how easy it is for me to get turned on.”

Your nails drag over his neck, and he does a full-body shiver, while he hides his face in your leg again. But you continue running your fingers over his shoulder and down his back. Then, you tilt his chin up to look at you. “Dont hide. I am not done praising you.”

“Sorry,” Yuuji mumbles, trying not to gulp at the way your thumb drags over his lips. He keeps looking away, but also leaning closer in hopes that you may kiss him. It was so easy to in this position.

“Did I compliment your whole face already?” you ask, knowing the answer. You have kissed and praised every facial feature except for his lips. 

He was waiting for you to finally kiss him for real. Your lips grazed every part of his face except his own. So, he shakes his head and blinks at you. “Uh, you haven’t said anything about my lips yet…”

You cock your head to the side, frowning at him. “No? I am sure I did.”

You were teasing him – he knew it. You knew that he wanted you to kiss him, and you were being purposefully cruel. But, Yuuji was known to getting straight to the point. “Please kiss me now.”

A laugh falls from your lips at the whiny demand, and you shake your head with a grin. But, you listen and lean forward and peck at his lips. Yuuji pouts at you, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head. It wasn’t the type of kiss he wanted, and the both of you knew that. “You were so nice earlier. Why are you teasing me now?”

Your thumbs rub at his eyebrows, smoothing them out until he relaxes them. “You make it too easy.”

“Can you kiss me for real?” Your thumb continues to rub at his lip, and you stare at it, waiting. Yuujis face was flushed from embarrassment, and his tongue runs over his teeth before he says, “Please?”

And with that, you smile at him and gently press your mouth to his. This time you dont pull away and instead let Yuuji lead the pace. He, like you expected, nearly pounces on you, tilting his head up and placing his hands on the back of your hair. He makes a small moaning noise and pushes himself closer to you until his knees hover above the floor so that he can reach your mouth more easily.

You are the first to pull away, and he tries to follow you, chasing the trail of saliva connecting you two. Pants leave your mouth, and you laugh breathlessly as he obviously waits to kiss you again. You lean back in your chair, and to this, Yuuji leans forward, now resting his arms on either side of your legs.

The action makes you raise your eyebrows, and you gently squeeze his cheeks together, shaking your head. “You are quite spoiled.” 

He frowns at you, upset that you dont want to kiss some more. “Not spoiled enough,” he mumbles, and at this, you laugh while he continues to pout, even when you let go of his cheeks.

Your hand goes back to tracing the skin on his face, and Yuuji leans into the touch like he is some sort of cat. “Is there anywhere else you want me to praise, Yuuji?”

The comment was meant to be lighthearted, hoping that you could compliment something he was insecure about. But, the boy, in return, pauses for a moment and looks at you with wide puppy dog-like eyes before slowly dragging his hands down his body until his hands touch his crotch. He gulps and says, “I think, um–I think here needs some attention too…”

Your lips curl up in a grin. “Aw, I thought you said you weren’t a pervert?”

He thinks back to what you said earlier and lets out a small laugh. “Y’know, I can’t help it when it comes to you.”

Your lips are back onto his in an instant. It always ends up like this: Yuuji says that maybe he didn’t need sex tonight, but somehow, one way or another, the two of you end up in bed together. He didn’t mind it one bit.

[eightspotstudio]

Happy WIPWednesday! Let's take another look at how Angel's sprites are coming along...

Hurr, barkbarkbarkbark 😍

[bitchapalooza]

@thatwolfnamednyla EXACTLY kshsjshw

I always imagined it would start this way and all of a sudden she’s kicking his ass out of the room 😭 poor guy was called every name in the book and then some! Although she profusely apologized afterwards of course. Her throat has been cut once, leg broken, hit multiple times on several different occasions by all kinds of Pokémon attacks, stabbed— but childbirth is very reasonably her limit.

I have so many soft thoughts on Laventon caring for Cyllene when shes later in her first pregnancy and very tired from it all, and then I have thoughts on Cyllene being pissed at him because shes nearly a month overdue and shes aching and cant stop peeing so much because his child is dancing on her bladder and omg the reoccuring weird craving to eat fucking DIRT and how fucking hard it is to stave off these craving its SO HARD she wants to mame her husband for doing this to her but unfortunanetly he gives good back rubs and cuddles so it would be a shame to murder him now

Cyllene: Should I murder my husband?

Zisu: ......what.

Cyllene: My back hurts and I havent seen my feet in months. This is his fault and he will pay.

Zisu: Cyllene, please, your very tired, just take a nap and you'll— PUT THE SWORD DOWN, CYLLENE.

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Mini little Wip WednesdayTM… tired

Deadclaws/Poolverine oneshot but it’s jealous scenting puppy Logan

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It all started with Wade catching Logan sniffing his clothes. At first he assumed it was because they reeked of sweat and blood and the occasional unspoken substances that come with the territory. Which, that had to be part of it, but instead of yelling at Wade to pick his shit up off the floor, he didn’t mention it at all. So he had to assume that maybe it was his enhanced senses or whatever that compelled him to nose up his surroundings. Or maybe it made him feel at home or something, or- or maybe he just liked Wade’s smell, which was a lovely thought.

Until of course his clothes started moving around- sometimes going missing, only to resurface in an entirely different place. Once again Logan made absolutely no commentary on this, as if it wasn’t obviously his fault. There were only two other people in this house- one of them he was fucking, and one of them was a blind old bat, so it didn’t take a detective.

So, reasonably, he brought it up. His casual mid mouth of cereal “my clothes have been going missing” was met with a faux surprised “huh, weird,” and the pop off sound of a beer bottle. So Logan was choosing not to admit to it. Actively. Like a dirty little liar.

He didn’t know why the man felt the need to hide it. They had been semi casually together for weeks now, so a little odd behavior was par for the course. But he seemed secretive about it, so curiosity made Wade wait to apprehend his thief.

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Do you guys remember when I reposted a story I made from when I was 12 lmao

The Whispering Bridge

There he stood, young Inigo Davies listening to the bridge as it whispered to him. The water below was still and calm, the sky above gunmetal grey. The people walking by didn't pay him any mind, they treated the day just as any other in Ekegrove Circle. In truth, he was thinking. Thinking of what you might ask... well I don't think it would do harm to tell you.

He was thinking of the trains at the station running to and fro', and the angels he could not see. The little mouse cowering in fear at the sight of the mighty spirit. The tongue of a bribe stealing souls from the wind. A flute screeching as a girl screamed. He was thinking of things that didn't make sense, but why?

These are the things the bridge were whispering to him, the wind howling through it's golden pillars, speaking directly to him. Every day at 5:15 pm he would stand and listen to what the bridge would say. Most days it was utterly nonsensical, and others it was devious tricks to put up his sleeve. The bridge was something he looked forward to after work, sometimes it even asked him questions!

"What happens when you encounter your worst unknown fear?" "Who do you know is dealing with a ruthless mental battle?" "Have you truly seen the majesty of an Appaloosa horse?" Sometimes he would answer in his mind, other times he would stand there not knowing what would happen next. He could only ponder about the whispering.

One day Inigo was at the train station setting on a train to Hungrove Castle, where he would be visiting his brother. The train began to move, causing the wheels to hiss and spark as the whistle blew. He was a mere 15 minutes into his departure when the train made a sudden stop. Everyone was looking around concerned and confused, and he was too, until the bridge spoke to him out of nowhere. As if hearing the bridge on a train wasn't frightening enough, it uttered the words...

"She felt for the lock in the dark"