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@colorfulnickellandgarden asked: inFAMOUS Second Son + Midnight to Morning
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witchywithwhiskey · 15 days ago
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For your sweethearts game, I spun the wheel and got sweet talk. Thought Johnny Storm could be a fun combination for the prompt. Hopefully this inspired something 💜
sweet talk
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pairing: boyfriend!johnny storm x female reader
summary: in a dark, secluded booth in the corner of a nightclub, johnny storm sweet talks you into getting into some kind of trouble on valentine's day.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, public sex, drunk sex, consensual sexual coercion, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, hand job (over the pants), roughness and rough body play, choking, marking/hickeys, possessiveness, dirty talk, degradation kink, objectification kink, praise kink, pet names (firelight, baby), aftercare, love confessions, sweet ending, established relationship
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a/n: ahhh Em, 'sweet talk' was such a good prompt to pair with Johnny Storm!! we all know that man has a mouth on him 👀🤭 i was originally going to try to write a different fic for this, but then i saw this post going around and i couldn't help but use it as inspiration for our dirty talking Johnny! anyway thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ♡♡
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Johnny Storm could sweet talk you into anything. Even when the thing in question was most certainly a crime and could very likely get the both of you in a lot of trouble. Case in point…
It was Valentine’s Day, and a Friday, and Johnny didn’t want to end the night after the swanky dinner he’d taken you to. So you’d ended up at some exclusive Manhattan nightclub with a hundred disco balls hanging from the ceiling and refracting the strobing lights on the crowded dance floor.
Since Johnny was the Johnny Storm—the most charming and charismatic member of the Fantastic Four—it hadn’t been difficult to get a corner booth on the upper floor of the club with the other VIPs. You’d even been granted your own server, who’d taken your order and returned a few minutes later with your drinks.
The champagne from dinner was still bubbling in your blood as you sipped on the sweet, Valentine’s Day drink you’d ordered. You’d chosen it for the obscene amount of maraschino cherries it came with, and it wasn’t long before half the glass was gone. 
The sugar and liquor went right to your head, filling it with fluffy clouds of desire, which thickened the longer you sat on the plush leather seat of the booth, warmth curling in your belly and urging you to act impulsively. 
Unable to keep your hands to yourself, you leaned into Johnny’s strong, steady form, your hands smoothing up the planes of his chest, copping a feel of his thick muscles through his dress shirt. He’d shed his jacket as soon as you sat down, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves, making him look a little rumpled in the most delicious way.
One minute you were watching Johnny take a sip of his drink—an old fashioned that had come with its own cherries—your eyes fixed on the way his jaw worked, the long line of his throat bobbing in a way that was far too enticing… Then, the next thing you knew, you were licking the taste of the sweet fruit and bitter alcohol from his mouth.
Both your drinks sat forgotten on the table as you made out with your boyfriend, your lips working furiously to devour each other. Tongues slipped into hot, greedy mouths, while teeth nipped and lips sucked, fingers digging and clinging desperately.
The rest of the club fell away, your hands growing bolder as you sank deeper into Johnny and the haze of lust clinging to your skin. Moans spilled from your mouth unbidden, being swallowed up by the pounding music of the club.
In the dim corner booth, it felt like you and Johnny were the only two people in the world. But the rational side of your mind—which hadn’t been entirely obliterated by the drinks and desire burning through your body (at least, not yet)—was very much aware you were still in public. 
So when Johnny suggested you take things further, right there in the club, where anyone could see, you knew better than to say yes.
“Johnny, we could get arrested,” you whined into his mouth, your fingernails scraping through the thick scruff on his jaw. You loved it this length—too long to be stubble, but too short to be a beard. It felt divine against your smooth cheeks, and especially between your soft thighs…
“Only if we get caught,” Johnny said smoothly, his breath ghosting over your lips and teasing you enough that you let out a desperate, keening sound. His smug chuckle sent a ripple of desire down your spine, settling heavily between your already squirming legs. 
The bass of the music in the club was pounding through the floor and the seat of the booth, and you could feel it throbbing between your thighs, matching the rate of your thrumming pulse. A heady, almost feral need pumped through your body, and you shifted even closer to Johnny, kissing him again with feverish lust.
Arousal was clouding your mind, blotting out the rational arguments that had seemed so important a moment before. 
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you shoved Johnny’s hand underneath the hem of your dress. You were so wet, so worked up by making out, it wouldn’t take him long to get you off. If you were quick, maybe no one would notice…
Johnny must’ve been having similar thoughts because, as he kissed down the side of your neck, sucking on the soft skin hard enough to leave a trail of hickeys in his wake, his fingers circled your wrist and tugged your hand away from where it had been planted on his firm chest. 
He brought your palm to the thick bulge in the front of his dress pants, and you sucked in a gasp of sheer desire. He was hot and so hard, and you knew instantly how good he would feel inside you. He’d stretch your tight hole so exquisitely, fill up your warm heat so perfectly.
Even more arousal pooled low in your belly, wetness dripping from your slit and making a mess of your thighs—because, of course, you hadn’t worn panties. It was Valentine’s Day, and you’d expected Johnny to try to sweet talk you into some kind of trouble, and you’d figured panties would just get in the way. 
But you still weren’t sure taking things further in the booth of a nightclub was such a good idea. 
Johnny seemingly sensed your hesitation and abandoned his endeavor to leave your neck covered in hickeys. He dragged the scruff on his jaw up your neck and over your cheek, nuzzling you in a mesmerizing rhythm as he spoke in your ear.
“C’mon, firelight, ‘m so fucking hard for you.” Johnny’s voice was low and deep and so entreating, it made your core pulse with your body’s own answering need. “My cock’s throbbing for you, baby, can you feel it?”
God help you, but you could feel it. You could feel the way Johnny’s hard length was twitching. You could even feel the wet spot on the crotch of his black slacks where his precum had leaked through. 
Without even having to ask, you knew Johnny hadn’t worn his usual boxer briefs, and you had to bite back a smile. You hadn’t been dating that long—less than a year—but the two of you seemed to make a good pair. 
A good pair with wildly depraved desires that were bound to get you into trouble one day, but a good pair nonetheless. 
Still, you’d never fucked in public before. Part of you was worried about whether you could actually get away with it, like Johnny said, while another, increasingly larger part of you was desperately horny and needy for your boyfriend’s cock. 
Would it be so bad? People fucked in public all the time, especially in New York City, didn’t they? 
“If we get caught…” you began to say without really knowing where you were going. But it didn’t matter, because Johnny was quick to pick up on the fact that you were being swayed to his side. 
“We won’t,” he promised vehemently, his voice steady and sure in that way only Johnny could manage. “I promise, firelight, we won’t get caught, I’ll make sure of it.”
Johnny’s hand was so warm, almost scorching, as he pressed down on the back of yours, curling your fingers around his thick length through the crotch of his pants. He felt so big and hard, and you couldn’t help the way your pussy pulsed with the desire to have him buried to the hilt in your tight heat. 
You were just about to give in, to admit you’d let Johnny Storm sweet talk you into yet another bit of trouble, but your boyfriend kept talking. Sometimes he didn’t know when to stop talking. 
“But even if we do, I bet whoever caught us wouldn’t mind,” Johnny murmured in your ear, his voice picking up speed as he used your fingers to slowly stroke his cock through his pants. “How could they when they’d get to see your pretty pussy stretched around my fat cock.”
A vicious shiver skated down your spine, arousal flooding your body and making you tremble against Johnny’s chest. Your fingers twisted in the soft cotton of his button-up shirt while you pressed your thighs together against the ache his words had inspired. And all the while, you let him use your other hand like a toy, stroking his length.
“They should be so lucky, to get to see you creaming all over my dick,” Johnny was saying, still painting a filthy picture of getting caught fucking in the club. But he cut off suddenly with a curse. “Fuck, I need it, I need your cunt, baby.”
At that point, you knew you were going to give in, you wanted it too badly not to. But the furious pleading in Johnny’s voice was so delicious, you couldn’t help but try to coax a little bit more out it of him before you relented. 
“But Johnny, we can’t,” you mewled pathetically, putting so much emphasis on your last word, you were certain he’d know what you were doing.
Sure enough, when your boyfriend caught your eye, there was a spark of knowing in the dark blue depths. An arrogant smirk curled his soft mouth and he leaned in again until his scruff rasped against your cheek. He chuckled at the way your shoulders trembled in response. 
“Yes, we can,” he said, his voice smooth and seductive. “No one’s going to see us, I promise,” he went on, unerringly charming as he shifted his hand from the back of yours to slip between your thighs. “They’re all too focused on themselves to notice us fucking in a dark corner.”
You hummed noncommittally, feigning hesitation even as you continued stroking Johnny’s cock through his pants. When he huffed a sound of mild frustration, you had to bite back a delighted smirk.
“I need to feel you so bad, firelight,” Johnny whined, that furious desperation seeping back into his tone. “I can’t wait to get you home, or even to the bathroom.”
His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your thigh, hard enough that you knew he’d leave bruises. But you didn’t care, not when it felt so good when he got possessive and greedy like this. 
You squeezed his cock in encouragement, urging him silently to go on; he kept talking, words spilling from his mouth like he couldn’t control them.
“Just sit on it, baby, sit on my cock. No one will notice, no one will catch us, I promise. We won’t even fuck, just keep my cock warm, just to take the edge off. Come on, I know you want it—just sit on my cock, firelight, please.”
You knew there was at least one lie in Johnny’s words. You knew that if you sat on Johnny’s cock, you’d end up fucking. It didn’t matter if you were in a club where anyone would see, once he was inside you, there was no way either of you could control yourselves.
But that was okay because he was telling the truth about the most important part—you did want it. You wanted it so fucking bad. All sense and reason had fled in the face of your overwhelming desire for Johnny Storm. 
“Well, since you said ‘please’,” you murmured, a smirk curling the corners of your mouth as you stole a quick kiss from Johnny. 
He looked a little stunned when you pulled away, like he was surprised by his luck, but then his expression melted into an affectionate grin and you knew, beyond any doubt—and even if you did get caught—you’d never be able to regret what you were about to do. 
Glancing around quickly, you made sure no one was looking in your general direction. Even if they were, they wouldn’t be able to see much with the way you and Johnny were hidden in the dark corner booth, the haze of weed smoke and the shadows of the dim club obscuring you from view.
As inconspicuously as possible, you shifted onto your feet and stepped between Johnny’s spread thighs, turning your back to him and leaning slightly over your table. Curling your fingers in the skirt of your dress, you pulled up the back, baring your ass to your boyfriend’s hungry gaze.
You could feel the heat of his stare and you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache in your core. It seemed like an eternity that you held yourself in that position—or, at least, long enough for your thighs to begin to tremble with the effort.
Thankfully, Johnny’s warm hand slid around your hip and he guided you down, having freed his cock while you’d been getting into position. You bit your lip against a gasp when you felt the broad tip of his cock press between your folds, but you didn’t stop there. 
As slowly as you could manage, you sat down on Johnny’s cock, sheathing his thick length in your dripping pussy in one smooth move. It felt so fucking good, you had to cover your face with your hands and moan helplessly into them, the sound of Johnny’s groan drifting past your ears. 
Thankfully, the loud music in the club swallowed up the sounds of both your pleasure. And when you changed a glance through your fingers, no one was paying you and Johnny any mind. 
Once you were seated, Johnny curled himself around your back, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he drew you deeper into the booth with him. Your thighs were still pressed tight together, one of your hands clinging to the front of your dress to make sure it kept you covered. 
“Relax, firelight,” Johnny urged, his tone dripping with soothing charm. His hands kneaded your plush hips and supple thighs, coaxing your body into letting go of the tension it was holding. “There ya go, baby, relax for me.” 
A soft moan slipped from your lips and your head fell back against Johnny’s shoulder, your limbs loosening and your body resting deeper into the cradle of his arms. It felt so good, being connected to him on such an intimate level, his cock filling you so perfectly. 
The fact that you were in public, where anyone could see you, added a deliciously depraved headiness to it. One you let yourself enjoy, all fears and worries about getting caught flitting away into the murky gloom of the club. 
“Atta girl, firelight, you’re taking my cock so fucking well,” Johnny went on, his voice low and enthralling, adding to the haze of pleasure settling over your mind and body. “Being such a good slut for me, sitting pretty in my lap and keeping my cock nice and warm—you’re such a good toy, aren’t ya, baby?” 
“Johnny, don’t tease me,” you whined, your fingers finding his and hefting his arm up over your shoulder. The move allowed you to bury your face in his bicep, hiding the dirty and debauched things his words were doing to your body. 
Johnny chuckled, settling his chin on your other shoulder and brushing a kiss to your cheek, making sure his scruff rasped against your skin. 
“I’m not teasing you,” he murmured in a sweeter voice. “You feel so fucking good on my cock, so tight and warm and wet—and all for me.”
Warily, you pulled your face from your boyfriend’s bicep and turned to look at him, catching his eye as he leaned over your shoulder. 
Once he saw you were looking, his mouth curved into a devil-may-care smirk, and you knew whatever he was about to say was going to make you even wetter than you already were. 
“And you are a slut, baby,” Johnny said, his voice even darker and more shameless as he went on, spilling filth in your ear without even pausing to take a breath. “Only a slut would sit on my cock because you were horny, only a slut would let me cockwarm this sweet pussy in public like this—only a slut would get off on the possibility of being caught with my cock buried balls deep in your greedy cunt.”
Johnny’s hands squeezed your hips, rocking you hard on his stiff length while he was grinding up into you. The head of his cock brushed against somewhere deep inside of you, and you felt your pussy clench and gush with even more wetness, your shoulders trembling as you moaned shamelessly into the dark of the club.
“Oh god, Johnny, I’m—please, I need…” you trailed off. You didn’t know what you needed exactly, whether it was for him to keep doing what he was doing or to bend you over the table and fuck you right there in the club. You just knew Johnny was the only one who could give it to you.
A heartbeat later, a gentle weight settled over your lap and you looked down, finding Johnny had laid his suit jacket across your legs. It was big enough that it hid your lap entirely from view, in case anyone happened to peer through the gloom at what you and your boyfriend were doing.
Before you could thank Johnny for the sweet gesture, he was slipping one of his hands beneath the jacket, wasting no time curling his fingers under the hem of your skirt and finding your clit. 
The first brush of his fingertip to your tight bundle of nerves felt like he’d set off a mountain fireworks beneath your skin, pleasure bursting and zipping through your limbs.
Your body tried to curl in on itself, every bit of you trembling while pitiful whimpers spilled endlessly from your lips. 
But Johnny chased after you, wrapping his other hand firmly around the front of your throat. He pinned your back to his chest while he bounced you on his cock and rubbed your clit.
“Here’s how this is gonna go, firelight, you’re gonna cum on my cock right here in this club,” Johnny growled in your ear, so much conviction in his tone that it was just as intoxicating as the pleasure coursing through your body. “Then I’m gonna drain my balls in your pretty cunt and keep you on my lap, my cock plugging you full of my cum while we finish our drinks. Got it?” 
“Yeah-huh,” you mumbled, your head lolling to the side until you were pressed temple-to-temple with your boyfriend. 
His skin was damp with sweat, just like yours, and the scent of his cologne mixed with the sweet tang of cherries and whiskey on his breath.
You wanted to kiss him, but all you could do was sit on his cock and take it, moaning loud enough, you were certain he could hear even over the roaring, pounding music. 
Johnny’s fingers dug into the sides of your throat, adding a delicious sting of pain but not cutting off your sounds of pleasure. A moment later, you understood why.
“Yeah, baby, let me hear how good ‘m making you feel, wanna hear you moaning while I choke you and bounce you on my cock like a gorgeous fuckdoll,” Johnny said, barely pausing to take a breath, like he couldn’t stop the torrent of filthy talk even if he’d tried. “You’re my perfect cock drunk slut, aren’t you, baby, just a pretty fucktoy who loves being used anywhere and everywhere to pleasure my cock, huh?”
“Yuh huh, yuh huh, yuh huh,” you babbled, in between desperate, whining sounds of pleasure. “Your toy, Johnny, all yours.”
“That’s my girl, such a good slut—my perfect, pretty fucktoy,” Johnny cooed in your ear, his fingers digging into the sides of your neck and choking you harder. Between your thighs, he rubbed your clit faster, his pace merciless. “Now be a good girl and cum on my cock, firelight—come on, I need to feel your cunt milking my cock, baby.”
Johnny’s commanding words, his thick cock and his ruthless hands all conspired against you, and you stood little chance against the deluge of pleasure he was giving you. It was all you could do to cling to him, your nails digging deep into his forearms as your release crashed over you. 
Not a second too soon, Johnny’s hand slapped over your mouth and you screamed your pleasure, your mind going completely blank with bliss as wave after wave of your release flooded through your body. You tensed and shuddered in your boyfriend’s lap, your pussy gripping his cock so tight, it was like you were begging for his cum. 
Johnny buried his face in your shoulder and shifted his hand from between your legs, gripping the crease of your thigh and rutting into you as he chased his release. A moment later, he found it, grunting his pleasure and pressing his gritted teeth into your sweat-slick skin to muffle his loud groans. 
It seemed to go on forever, the twitching and throbbing of Johnny’s cock in your cunt, spilling his seed deep inside you while you rode out the aftershocks of your own release. 
Finally, when you were both spent, you and Johnny collapsed back into the booth, your body sprawled on top of your boyfriend’s, both your chests heaving as you caught your breath.
When you were recovered enough, you twisted your shoulders and grabbed Johnny’s face in both hands, pulling him in for the filthiest kiss of the night. It was all hot breath and vicious teeth, your pussy still pulsing around his cock, and his cum still leaking into your tight heat. 
“You’re an impossible menace,” you declared when you finally pulled away, the severity of your words dampened by the undeniable affection in your tone. 
Johnny tipped his head back and laughed, the sound boisterous and entirely unrepentant. But when he sobered and looked back at you, there was something deeper than affection in his sparkling blue eyes. 
“Yeah, but I’m your menace, firelight,” Johnny said. His tone was much more serious all of a sudden, and it made your heart jump and take off in a gallop in your chest.
Belatedly, Johnny seemed to realize he’d taken a turn in a certain direction, and he looked around as if searching for a way to get the two of you back to your typical flirty and fun conversations. Reaching past you, he grabbed your drink off the table and handed it to you before picking up his own.
“And you love it,” he quipped blithely, clinking his glass against yours then lifting it to his mouth. 
You watched Johnny drink, his adam’s apple bobbing and wondered if you should let him get away with turning the suddenly serious conversation back to something light. 
“I do,” you murmured, sipping your drink and glancing out at the strobing red lights and the endless sea of disco balls, casting crimson sparkles all across the clubgoers dancing below. You chewed idly on a maraschino cherry, the sweet liquor of your drink clinging to your tongue as thoughts swirled in your head. 
It was Valentine’s Day. It was a holiday all about love, why shouldn’t you tell your boyfriend how you truly felt about him? 
Impulsively, you turned back to Johnny, catching his eye and making sure you had his attention before you spoke. 
For a second, your breath caught in your throat and you were scared you wouldn’t be able to say it—which made you sad, because you wanted him to know. And that thought gave you all the courage you needed to just say it. 
“I love you, Johnny Storm.”
It was the first time either of you had said those words to each other, and for one terrifying moment, you worried about how he’d respond. Would he’d laugh it off as too much drinking and fucking, or would he take you seriously?
Johnny’s features went slack with surprise, but only for a second. In the next, his mouth was stretching across his handsome face into a wildly happy grin. Love shone in his eyes, and, though you couldn’t be sure, you thought you saw a glimmer of tears before he blinked them away. 
“It’s about time, baby—what’s not to love about me?” he teased, pulling you in for a deep kiss, his scruff rasping against your cheeks and his tongue slipping into your mouth. He kissed you slow and sweet, showing you depth of his feelings. 
When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours and said the words you wanted to hear. They weren’t more jokes or teasing, or more sweet talk. They were the truth.
“I love you, too, firelight.”
Your heart soared and you couldn’t help the beaming smile that spread across your face so wide, it nearly hurt your cheeks. For a moment, you basked in Johnny’s confession, and then you kissed him. You kissed him until you were breathless. And then you kissed him some more.
Eventually, the two of you finished your drinks—in between many, many more kisses—while reveling in the feeling of Johnny’s cock still buried in your pussy, his cum dripping from your slit. It wasn’t until it came time to leave that you realized just how much of a mess you’d made of his pants. 
Like the dutiful girlfriend you were, you walked in front of Johnny the entire way out of the club, his jacket around your shoulders and his hands holding your hips possessively. 
To anyone you passed, he just looked like a guy obsessed with his girlfriend—which, of course, he was. 
Once you made it back to his apartment overlooking the Manhattan skyline, Johnny proved all over again just how much of a sweet-talking menace he could be, eating his cum from your pussy before fucking another load into you. 
Then he fucked it even deeper, crooning in your ear about how much he loved you and your slutty cunt—and your big, throbbing heart. 
By the time the both of you were sated, and had said ‘I love you’ a genuinely sickening amount of times, the sky was beginning to lighten on the morning of February 15, the day after Valentine’s Day. 
But you didn’t care what day it was, you were just happy to fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved, the one who could sweet talk you into anything—Johnny Storm.
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takes1 · 2 months ago
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playing with asahi azumane's hair
ahhh an original for a change woo! hope this finds the right crowd
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warnings. sfw :0 minors still DNI
details. afab!reader / fluff / sprinkling of suggestiveness / crushing on asahi / validated crush / platonic?touch / mutual!crush / sweet!asahi / sensitive!asahi / love language: physical touch / sleepy, feel-good fic / 1.4k words
links. masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests OPEN.
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Asahi's shoulder had been rubbing on your calf for three hours now. It was warm, pleasant, but not indicative of a damn thing.
You craved more.
The only evidence you had, equally falsifiable as it was, was the fact that he had not moved away from you.
You gave a disinterested sigh at the colorful, flashing TV. Smash Bros was fun for the first hour, but you soon gave your controller to Nishinoya and had no stake in the fight.
You glanced down at Asahi's handsome face for the umpteenth time tonight.
He held a soft frown, his brow naturally heavy and set like he was frustrated at whatever he focused on. Asahi didn't play much. He liked to watch, and gave some commentary, but you figured out that he must have simply enjoyed the inclusion, the company, of a close sleepover such as this one.
When he reached across the floor in front of you to grab another sour gummy worm from its bag, you forced a fake interest in the screen again. He lingered a moment or two too long. Then, he found what he was looking for and sat back upright, chewing on it, color by color instead of all-in-one.
Your fists tightened. Morbid curiosity, mixed with a bit of sleep deprivation, and compounded boredom, fueled a stormy, boundary-crossing question.
It was a mutter, but anyone not paying 100% attention to the game could probably hear you, "Could I play with your hair?"
As soon as the last syllable left your lips, you grew hot with regret.
That was the kind of question that could make things too weird, too quick, and things might never be the same. You could spare that embarrassment with just about anyone else in this room, but not him.
It was innocent, but didn't sound like it; not out loud. You just wanted to touch him. That sounded awful, but the feeling was so strong and pure, you couldn't fully believe that it was as wrong as its near-guaranteed perception.
Asahi raised his brows, honey-brown eyes made intentionally softer for you.
He returned your exact volume, "Sure!"
Your expression remained still, a little wide-eyed, still polite, as you digested his too-easy yes.
Suga gave you an ultra-soft nudge, your queue, in a way, to come back to the land of the living. You glanced to him, unable to hide your shock, and he chuckled at you.
"-Haven't brushed it in a few hours--," Asahi was pulling his hair out of the clip he had it confined in.
It all cascaded down his shoulders in a dark, rich, shade of brown. His fingers racked through it, close to the scalp, a few times, with a little shake. His curls came loose and you couldn't see his face as he leaned, settling onto the carpet in front of you.
"Let me know if there's too many tangles. I can get those- uh--,"
You both realized your knees were not a comfortable surface to lean back on.
In an awkward, shaky adjustment, you spread your knees apart to make room for his shoulders on the back of the couch, closer to you. He took the liberty of grabbing your ankles and placing your legs in front of him.
Your body was frozen, unsure of what to do, with the sensation of his warm, warm body on your legs- his hands easily wrapped around your ankles. You could feel his bulky, muscular shoulders on the back of your thighs and had to collect yourself for a few moments.
His hair was so soft. It slipped through your fingers like water.
Coconut oil. You caught a whiff of it and almost melted. You desperately hoped he couldn't sense the tremble in your fingers.
Every twitch, every movement, you made mental note of.
It took minutes to get adjusted to the act of being this close to him, without overanalyzing every breath. He kept the bag of gummy worms in his lap, and ate more frequently now that he didn't have to try as hard to get to them.
But you couldn't stay so nervous forever.
Fatigue, if anything, overcame your anxiety and helped you slowly relax. You paid half-attention to the screen, half to the braids you began, brushed out with your fingers, then restarted with muscle memory.
You would take your time parting his hair at the scalp, using your nails to better separate the sections, and go about the process from side to side, then back again.
"Looks like somebody's falling asleep," Suga mumbled.
As sleepy as you felt, you automatically thought was that he was talking about you.
When you turned to look at him, confused, you noticed he was instead looking at your lap. A feint smile, amused, but charmed, on across his own tired face.
Curious, you craned to look down at Asahi-- his eyes were rolling back into the sockets, his whole face completely relaxed. It was downright adorable.
You slowly brushed out the braid and just used your nails to give him head scratches, instead.
"Mm-h," Was his short, quiet groan.
Now you could feel the full weight of his body adjust, twitching, as he woke up and started to fall back asleep again.
His deep sigh lifted your thighs along with the height of his shoulders. He leaned his head back onto your hands, then crossed his arms, trapping your ankles with a small shimmy.
From here, you realized his skull was kind of big. It was proportional to his body, but it felt like he was spreading your inner thighs further than you fantasized he might.
The way he craned his head back made it almost impossible to get to his hair. You were looking straight down at his twitchy, sleeping face.
Your fingers needed something to do. They flitted over his skin in a natural reaction.
He sighed through his nose, relaxed again, fully into you.
Your heart fluttered at the seemingly unconscious action. You were careful not to scratch him as you began tracing over all his chiseled features.
His crooked nose bridge, up to his forehead, through his thick eyebrows. You dipped your knuckles down his cheeks and discovered exactly how much you liked his facial hair.
He shaved more of his face than you thought. His 5 o'clock shadow was rough, and textured, along his jaw.
The other guys were starting to head to bed.
Some looked satisfied in their bundled up blankets, laying on the floor where they had fallen asleep a while ago watching the first-years and their endless energy. They, at least, continued to play into the small hours of the night.
Your desire to keep him here was getting blurred with your need to get some rest, too.
You took as much as enjoyment as you could waking him, using the kindest voice you could, lightly scratching his scalp again.
"Mm-!" He woke with a mumble and a quiet gasp.
His stubble scratched against your inner thigh as his head jerked properly upright. As much as you felt the scratch of his jaw, he felt the soft, smooth flesh of your leg and loved it, too.
Immediately, he realized his position and his rough hands slid back over your calves, calculating how much he actually needed to move.
You caught his hesitation for what it was, for once.
Your small, excited, smile remained audible as you told him, "We're going to sleep now."
Asahi nodded, but didn't move. Not right away, at least.
"Mmkay," He grumbled, and twisted to lean hard against your right leg. He clutched it tighter and smushed the side of his face into your supple skin.
The way his small movement shifted your balance kept your fists tight, your lip bitten, and your heartbeat strong throughout your whole body.
You whispered, giddy, "Asahi-!"
"(Y/n)," He muttered, in a very weak attempt to return your inflection.
Your hand placement was second, triple, then quadruple-guessed before you decided to place it on his chest, doubled over to better speak to him.
"I'm serious, I need to get up."
From here, you were nearly eye-level. He glanced at you. Needy, still.
His gaze was low, steady, and fuzzy in intention.
It sent a shiver down your spine.
After a moment, he yielded with another tired sigh and rubbed a firm squeeze into your shin. And even though you were released, you remained to return his kindness with another stroke through his hair.
From the side, you could see how his jaw tightened at the motion. It needed to stop there.
You prayed he wouldn't forget about this when the morning came around.
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masiola · 2 years ago
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Obey me brothers giving and receiving NSFW HCs
MDNI!!
x GN! reader
Lucifer
(receiving)
Depending on his mood and the place, sometimes he'll let out only quiet breathy moans or groans (any place other than his bedroom), and other times he'll moan loudly, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
praises praises praises
"You're doing so good dear."
"Such a good human for me."
"You look so beautiful sucking on my cock."
Can be degrading if he's had a bad day or if you've been misbehaving. He'll be rougher with you, guiding your head up and down his length, until he paints your throat white.
"You love my cock in your mouth don't you, my little slut."
"You like being used like this? Hmm?"
Plenty of praise after and forehead kisses of course.
He looks at you the whole time. He loves to see your fucked out face at the end; lips red and plump; a mix of spit and cum dripping down your chin; tear stained cheeks. You look so perfect to him.
(giving)
Painfully slow at first, he wants you to beg and tell him exactly what you want
If you try thrusting your hips upwards, he'll warn you and pin them down to the bed.
Overstimulation until you're crying. He kisses your tears away after and offers plenty of hugs. He cleans you up and changes the sheets if they get dirty.
Mammon
(receiving)
Tries not to moan loud because he gets a little embarrassed, but always gives up at the end. Throwing his head back and crying out loud enough for the whole HoL to hear.
"T-that's good baby!"
"Yer mouth feels s' good darlin'."
Make eye contact with him during and he'll start rambling on about how you're the most beautiful and handsome being to ever exist. When he's close he'll guide your head and start panting, followed by a string of 'I love you's. He likes to cum on your face. He wipes it off with a warm towel and kisses it after.
(giving)
He takes his time because he wants to explore all of you with his hands and tongue.
He mutters possessive things from in between your legs. Maybe growls a little?
"You're my human, all mine."
"MY human...so pretty."
Leaves marks on your thighs.
He loves giving you head sm, he could get off on it alone. Moans the entire time.
Leviathan
(receiving)
Generally subby, especially when it comes to oral. He's a little scared to take control so you get to set the pace, position etc. Tell him to use his words and he'll whine and whimper for you to go faster.
Stuttering and blabbering mess. His face is bright red the entire time and he'll try to hide with his hands or pillow.
"It's t-too much."
"I-if you keep doing that your gonna make me cum!" (like duh that's the point).
He's thrusting his hips upwards constantly without really meaning to, but damn does it feel good to fill you up completely.
Two dicks? No problem we have two hands for a reason ;)
double the cum double the fun
He'll get a little annoyed if you suck him off in the middle of a game. His headset and controller are thrown somehwere on the desk and his back is arching from his seat. Once you're done his attention returns to the game over screen and he frowns. He puts his headset back on just for you to wrap your hands around his cocks and start pumping again.
"W-wait! It's ahhh~"
(giving)
His long, forked snake tongue can basically do anything, flick, suck, fuck your hole, ask and it will be done. He loves it when you cum on his face.
"C-canyousitonmyfaceplease."
Breathing is overrated anyways.
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acesinferno · 5 months ago
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Fateful Encounters (Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante X Reader)
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I'm starting to think all my favorite One Piece characters are actually dead which is pretty sad for me. Oh well, we're going to do another dead favorite. Depending on how much I enjoy these fan fics, I might aim for 2 a day cause I really have a lot of thoughts and ideas accumulating in this brain. Also I'd expect drabbles and small form thoughts that pop in my brain to make their way onto this page too.
Also quick input, Why is Ray Chase like the most recognizable voice to me. I feel like he's always my favorite characters and I'll go to see who voices him and I'm like YOU?!?! AGAIN?!?! I have a love for all of the Final Fantasy 15 boys. I've 100 percent of that game done except catching all the fish which I am working on.
Also I have been awake for over 24 hours while writing this, I'm sorry it's not the most cohesive plot. That's the fun of doing this when inspiration strikes, some of it comes out jumbled.
Synopsis: After saving him from his own clumsy curse multiple times, Corazon can't get you out of his mind. He wants to learn more about you and begins to seek you out even if it means having more accidents.
Additional Stuff: Meet-Cute, Fluff
Potential Trigger Warnings and other mentions: Strong Language, Burns, Cora's regular clumsy antics.
Word Count: 1.4K
Pairing: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante X GN!Reader
The 9'7" Giant had tripped again. It's not his fault he was so damn clumsy. He had to be cursed or something. He had fallen down the stairs and landed directly on top of a passerby. He looked down at them underneath him for a second before he realized that he was still pinning them to the ground. 
He quickly stands up and begins waving his hands erratically, patting his large feathered coat until he finds what he is looking for. His pen and paper. 'I AM SO SORRY!' He writes in big, bold letters and holds it out and shakes it at them for them to read. 
"Hey now, I can't read it when you're shaking it like that." You laugh and reach out and grab his hand to stop him from moving the paper. "It's fine. I didn't think you meant to fall on top of me." You tell him. "Are you okay though? It was a pretty mean fall." The concerned look in your eyes doesn't escape him as he nods. 
"Ahhh, good. Well, I'm glad I could catch you, even if unconventionally." You comment with a wide grin that almost matched his makeup. You quickly tell him your name before tacking on. "I'll see you around. I've got somewhere I need to be right now. Have a good day!" You turn and begin to walk off with a polite wave of your hands, not even waiting for him to write down his answer. For a moment he thinks about chasing after you. Just to tell you his name, but he quickly shakes off the idea and returns to his previous task. 
Days have gone by, but Rosinante just can't get that fateful interaction out of his mind. He knew nothing about you, just your name. As he stands there smoking his cigarette in the entrance of an alleyway where he had first met you, he hears a squawk of surprise from nearby. "You're on fire!" Someone screams and runs over and pulls him down and begins to pat the flames of his feathered coat out. 
When he looks up, he realizes it's you again. "You really are the most unlucky guy I think I've ever laid my eyes on." You laugh. "How does that even happen?" You question, your eyes meeting his as he turns a bright shade of red. 
'Just clumsy, I guess.' He writes down before taking the pad of paper back and begins to write another sentence. 'I'm Corazon.' He informs her with the next pass of the pad. 
"Charmed." You chuckle and repeat your name to him again. "Tell me. If you're this clumsy, why wear the jacket while you smoke?" You interrogate. He stands there for a second dumbstruck. Had he really never thought of that? The coat is usually the main thing that catches fire. His hand immediately smacks his face only to be burned by his cigarette. 
Luckily, his devil fruit ability was up, or you would hear him scream like a bitch. You can tell by his face that he is in fact screaming, though. "Oh shit! Let me see!" You command and grab his hand, taking a look at his now burned hand. Slinging your backpack off your back, you open it and pull out a small first aid kit. Acting as fast as you can, you get some burn ointment out and put it on the burn to help ease the sting you know he's feeling. 
"Alright, gonna wrap this up for now so the burn cream doesn't get everywhere and to make sure it doesn't get infected." You explain as you pull a roll of bandages out and begin to wrap his hand up like a professional. He stares at you with a look of shock and nods down at you. 
When you turn back to look at him, you see his face is flushed an even darker shade of red. He grabs his pen and paper and writes again. 'Thank you.' He tells you through his scribbled words. He's looking at you with a look of bewilderment like no one has patched him up before.
"Don't worry about it." You nod and turn around. "It was nice to meet you, Corazon. Hope we don't meet like this again." You comment and walk off again. Rosinante is completely in awe of how you can just waltz in and help him and then immediately leave again as if you didn't turn his world upside down in mere moments. 
His thoughts are fully consumed by you now; he's staring down at the bandages when the memory of his last meeting with you graces his thoughts. Of course, he should know by now to not look down while he's walking. He trips over a large rock and finds himself in the town's fountain. "Corazon?" He hears a familiar voice behind him ask. He turns over in the fountain as best he can and sees you there, grinning at him. 
"It's nice to see you again, but we really need to quit meeting like this." You extend your hand out to his good one to pull him up to his feet. He grabs your hand and lets himself be pulled up, only he gets pulled a little harder than he expected and crashes into you. The giant of a man is practically engulfing your entire body underneath his for a moment before immediately rolling off of you. 
He grabs his notepad out of his jacket again, even though it's completely soaked, and begins to compose a new note. 'I'm sorry, I was distracted,' he pouts out to you. You take the wet paper from him and have to look at it carefully because of how illegible the ink is on the soggy parchment. 
"It's fine!" You laugh with a wide smile on your face. "What were you distracted by, if I may ask?" You interrogate him as you seem to search over his large form for any signs that he is hurt. The trick is there isn't really a time he isn't hurting in some way, shape, or form. The scars that cover his body from his life still ache on occasions, and his clumsy curse never lets him go a day without some new scratch or bruise. He's lucky it's usually not worse than that. 
He looks away from you as your question registers in his mind. He had been thinking about you and how he wanted to meet you again. His face is a crimson red color as he tries to think up a way to explain his thoughts or maybe even just lie about them altogether. He looks down at the pad of paper in his hand and resigns himself to the truth, 'You.' He scratches out. 'I was thinking about how weird it is we keep meeting like this.' He scribbles and hands the pad to you. 
He hears you laugh with such joy at his word, and he wants to hide in case he embarrassed himself. "Honestly, it is a very weird coincidence, and this just goes to prove it. It's like fate, I'd say. Is there any other explanation you've thought up, Corazon?" You ask with a beaming smile. He's looking over at you from his place on the ground beside you and shakes his head no. 
"Well, what do you think we should do about that, then?" You question him with a mischievous look in your eyes before he snatches his notebook from your hands with force and starts to compose a new message to you. 
'A date! Let me take you out on a date!' He expresses through his written words. He shakes the pad at you much like he did the first day you met. When you grab his arm to steady his hand, you read it, and this time it's your turn to blush. 
"You want to go on a date... with me?" You ask, to which he nods vehemently in response. Before he can write anything else, you tackle him back to the ground in a hug, his soggy clothes making yours a little damp as well. "Of course, Corazon!" You respond. "I'd love to go on a date with you!" 
He wraps his arms around your torso and holds you to him for a minute, a large smile gracing his painted lips. He hasn't been this happy in a long time, and he can't wait to see what the future holds for the both of you. And honestly, you can't either.
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herotome · 10 months ago
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Devlog #144
Hi-ho, Wudge here.
I did so much writing??!?!? Ahhh!
I think it had something to do with giving myself permission (<---easier said than done) to write more exciting scenes out of order. That means action scenes! That means romantic build-up...! Granted they're 'baby's first romance/action scenes' for our MC, because they nonetheless occur quite early on. As a writer I gotta leave myself room to amp the adrenaline up in mid-to-late game scenes.
Some no context peeks - quick disclaimer that none of this is final and may be susceptible to being cut (especially because I wrote out of order):
Warden: "… It was probably that kid's first time pulling a stunt like this. I bet they didn't imagine you'd be there to stop them in their tracks." Warden: "It's good that it was just a kid, too. I don't want you getting into an actual fight without me." Warden: "I mean— if you're assigned under me, I should always be nearby to help, so..." … Is it me, or does he seem a bit flustered by the thought of being near me? Or of me being under him— I suck in a hiss as Warden removes the final thorn [from my hand].
I cough and flap the neck of my top, hoping to diffuse the noxious scent of paint. It doesn't help. Warden: "Uhm— here, hold on—" He shrugs off his jacket and hands it to me. … I can't quite stop myself from gawking at the sight. Warden: "… Was that stupid of me? Maybe this is gross, you don't need to wear my jacket—" I take the jacket from him before he can get too self-conscious. Whether or not I {i}want{/i} to wear it, it'll be better than huffing the spray paint from my own clothes.
Griffin: "Do you trust me?" Player choice: "I do." His eyes seem to flicker, torn between delight and genuine surprise. Griffin: "Really? {i}Wow{/i}. That makes me feel real special, you have no idea." Griffin: "I'm gonna have to trust you right back in return, won't I?"
Griffin: "It's our anniversary. My honey bunny and I just had a splendid meal at the new Michelin-star gastronomic restaurant uptown. Have you been there?" {i}Honey bunny{/i}? If I was trying to maintain a poker face, I'm failing spectacularly at it now. Player choice: "Y—Yeah! All of the gas atomics were… so yummy." (NPC): "… Gas atomics?" Griffin: "My honey bunny has a lisp. I'll kill you if you make fun of [her]."
What else.
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I separated last week's driving CG into separate PNGs, and wrote and tested the code to make sure Griffin doesn't show up as... oh, I don't know... a floating pair of eyes?
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I also wrote a bit of code to adjust the background height while you're in a car -- you can see a before and after below.
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Might have to nudge it back down a bit though.
That's about it?!
Stay safe and keep warm,
Wudge.
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kitnootkat · 9 months ago
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(Sorta) Summer dates ! ... Sunflowers; happiness, cheer hope
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CHARACTERS : Dazai Osamu, Yosano Akiko, Edogawa Ranpo
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dazai Osamu : Beach Date Dazai would be the type to take you on a fun beach date because what's the summer for if not to enjoy the heat by the beach. Of course you both will relax in the sand, play in the water, and get some must needed ice cream, but something you'll also do is explore. Somehow Dazai would coax you into going into the nearby forest to try and find a hidden scenic view of the ocean. Once you both find it, hand in each other, you're amazed by the view but the brunette is amazed by you. "Woah... Dazai this sight is amazing!!" At first you were very reluctant to go with Dazai since wandering in the woods isn't exactly the smartest thing to do, but damn were you so happy he convinced you to do so. The sight of the ocean from atop the rocky cliff was beautiful, it left you speechless.
Turning your head to the side to look at your boyfriend, the look on his face leaves you flushed. He was staring at you so lovingly that if you continued to face him he'd see you as red as a tomato. Oh how much he would tease you. The moment after you turn back to the water, you head a small laugh beside you which causes you to start pouting.
"The view really is amazing isn't it? While his words could have meant the view in front of you, you both knew what it meant: you were the amazing view. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Yosano Akiko : Shopping Date
No matter what anyone says, both you and Yosano can agree that shopping dates are some of the best type of dates. Your girlfriend loves to drag you around to try new clothing styles and seasonal releases. She was absolutely enamored with how you could look oddly good in everything you wore! Of course you can try and say that's only her opinion but she refuses otherwise. You'll stop by at least twelve different stores trying out at minimum three outfits each per-store and neither of you mind it even making a game out of who can make the other look better.
This was the third store that you've been too today and you're determined to win this round of the game. Last store Yosano won and you could not let it happen again! The score is 0-2 already not in your favor so you're going to pull out all the stops and include jewelry in it too. It's not breaking a rule, its a loop hole because she didn't address it!
As you give her the basket, there's a big smile on your face and the thought of "I'll definitely win this!" was repeating itself in your head. When you take the basket of clothes she wanted you to wear, you don't think much of it. But why does the stuff in the basket look familiar? "Ahhh! We're matching!" When both of you walk out of the changing stall it seems you both are wearing almost identical outfits. While you are a bit huffed at this, Yosano is laughing. "It's- oh- this is- really funny oh my goodness. We definitely have to buy these outfits!" Despite trying to keep a pout on your face you cant help but burst into returning giggles. Even if this was most likely a tied round, you think that you've won in another way: another pair of matching outfits and hearing Yosano's joyous laugh.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Edogawa Ranpo : Candy Shop
Dates with Ranpo has turned into a routine if anything, but who says routine dates can’t exist. Every Sunday you both walk to the candy shop by the armed detective agency. As odd as it sounds Ranpo was actually the one who recommended the idea of walking after Kunikida said no to driving you both. Well not so much recommended but dramatically sighed and said quote “Since there’s nothing we can do… I GUESS we can walk. I guess.” While surprised you did agree so every Sunday your dates have been walk with Ranpo to the candy shop down the street then shop for a bit. Unfortunately for you though, for some reason they were out of the chocolates you wanted.  
“Damn it! They’re out of the chocolates I normally get.” Hershey kisses are something many people say that they’re very boring or like Tanizaki says “mid” chocolates but sometimes simple is just best! As you look over the chocolate aisle you mentally pray in your head that you simply just missed the sight of it rather than them actually being sold out. 
“Stop trying to get your hopes up, they're fully out.” Crossing your arms and huffing you turn towards where Ranpo is. The little shit you’re dating is sitting in the shopping cart sucking happily on a lollipop with a smug smile on his face. As you pout at him you grumble out that he could at least help you try and find it. 
“You’re so rude, I was just being honest. Here, have something sweeter.” Raising an eyebrow, you feel your arm get tugged towards Ranpo, body following. Before you can say anything you feel his lips on yours. It’s only a moment before he pulls away but as your face flushes his has a smirk. “See, problem solved.” 
“No it’s not, you would kill me if I did the same thing to you.” “Absolutely because nothing is sweeter than the candy I like”
“Why do I date you” “Because you love me!”
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brotherwtf · 9 months ago
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i feel like these lyrics would be super fitting for an sports au where bucky’s a football/rugby/baseball (basically any sports with a ball hahah) player
Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads
Beer sticking to the floor
Cheers chanted, cause they said
There was no chance, trying to be
The greatest in the league
Where's the trophy?
He just comes running over to me
Touch down
Call the amateurs and
Cut 'em from the team
Ditch the clowns, get the crown
Baby I'm the one to beat
Cause the sign on your heart
Said it's still reserved for me
Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?
ahhh that is so cute! I'm thinking a college au maybe? classic jock/nerd au with Bucky and Gale, super cute and sweet
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Gale is going to school for astrophysics and astronomy, he hopes to do research or possibly become a professor once he gets his PhD
John signed on to play D1 baseball, but studies literature when he's not playing
They almost never cross paths, but when they do meet it's classic romcom bullshit
Gale is running late to an exam and John is late to practice and they literally run into each other on campus
Gale is knocked flat on his ass, books and pencils falling from his backpack and John immediately feels bad
It doesn't help that John is the most beautiful person Gale has seen, or that John is literally drowning in Gale's blue eyes bcs they just kinda sit there
It isn't until Gales scrambling for his books and pens that John finally snaps out of it and helps him up and desperately asks Gale for his number
Gale blushes as he gives it to John, and basically runs to his exam, John thinks about him all during practice and his teammates make fun of him endlessly
They start texting and talking more, meeting at the library or the dining hall and just talking
Gale finally musters up the courage to ask John on a proper date and John is absolutely ecstatic
They go into the city and get dinner and ice cream, after that just sort of wandering around until Gale says he should probably get back
John walks Gale all the way to his dorm, and presses a shy kiss to his lips to say goodbye, and Gale blushes endlessly
They start dating, and Gale starts going to more of John's baseball games to support him (aka look at John's ass and thighs in those tight baseball pants)
He doesn't quite understand the game, but always cheers for John when he's batting. John always beams the brightest when he can see Gale in the crowd, sometimes blowing him a kiss before hitting it out of the park
What if during one of their championship games, it's the bottom of the ninth, they're all tied up, bases loaded, and Johns up to bat. Gale is in the crowd, obviously, and he's nervous, wringing his hands together in anticipation
It's a full count (Three balls and two strikes) and this next pitch could either make or break their win. The entire crowd watches in anticipation, leaning forward in their seats
John looks into the crowd and spots Gale, blows him a kiss before turning back to the pitcher. Gale is probably thinking "you dummy, you don't have time for that now you need to focus"
And John hits a fucking grand slam and the crowd screams. Gale literally jumps to his feet and cheers when John rounds all the bases and returns to home with the rest of his team hugging and grabbing him
John manages to pull himself away from his team and finds Gale who's made his way up to the edge of the bleachers. He pulls John into an enthusiastic kiss and hugs him so close he feels like John might struggle to breathe, but he's too fucking proud of John to care
A couple of their teammates (I'm thinking like Curt and Rosie) pour Gatorade over John's head while he's still hugging Gale and then immediately regret it once they see they accidently soaked Gale, but Gale is laughing too hard to actually care
The boys try to drag John out to the bar, but he insists on staying behind and celebrating quietly with Gale, who just beams at the thought
In celebration, they go into the city and get ice cream, just like their first date
eeekk I loved this one! nerd/jock tropes are one of my favorites I hold them near and dear to my heart. lmk if you guys have any more hcs for this!
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ghostofskywalker · 3 months ago
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ahhh clone-uary sounds so cute!! and I love how you have it set up for yourself bc I've been there done that and it can get a little crazy otherwise xD
I thought I would mayhaps request Jesse and "Don't you dare throw that pillow." or "God, your hands are freezing. Here-" *holds hands* whichever tickles your fancy
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thank you!! and i loved both of the prompts you gave but i went with the first one, i hope you enjoy it :)
Pillow Fight
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summary: after you stumble upon a playful 501st pillow fight, you decide to play a little joke on your favorite troopers.
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The clones were created to be fearsome warriors, at the top of their game when it came to strategy, ruthlessness, marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat skills. You would no sooner want to meet an angry rancor in a dark alley than you would want to be the favored enemy of one of the GAR’s troopers, no matter what their rank or battalion was. 
And, as you quickly learned upon the joining the Republic’s forces as a strategist, when they weren’t in the throes of battle, the clones were the biggest goofballs you had ever met. 
The sound of joyful laughter was echoing through the durasteel walls as you walked through the halls of the flagship Resolute, returning to your quarters after a shift in the medical bay. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision to check out the sounds of reverie in the barracks, but it was one you certainly did not regret. 
Every single item in the room was in disarray, including the bunks themselves (which you had thought were bolted to the floor, but apparently weren’t). Blankets were hung from the beds and even attached to the walls, created makeshift shelters for the troopers as they launched fuzzy projectiles at each other, and some of the braver clones were facing their brothers at closer ranges, large pillows in their hands as they whacked each other. 
When they finally noticed your presence in the room, the battle ceased in an instant. Pillows were still raised high in the air and not a single man stood from behind their shelter, but all eyes were on you as you stood in the doorway, eyebrows raised as you decided to have a little fun of your own. “Didn’t you hear what Rex was saying at the meeting earlier?” 
A sea of blank stares greeted you, which was what you had come to expect. You knew that every trooper in this room held endless respect for their captain, but you also happened to know that they tended to zone out when it came to longer meetings, and the one this morning had unfortunately been full of more organizational information than it had been battle plans and procedures. The looks on every single face in the room proved that no one had truly absorbed every single piece of information at the gathering, and it only made the next few moments more fun as you continued to speak. “Towards the end, he said there would be random barrack inspections this week by the commanding officers.”  
Okay, maybe it was a little cruel, but the sheer panic that took over every single one of the clones’ faces was something you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at. Immediately, the joyful mayhem of the previous moments was replaced by a new, more urgent chaos. 
“Whose pillows are these?” 
“Fives, did you nail those blankets into the wall?” 
“Rex is going to kill us.” 
In the midst of the chaos, you caught Jesse’s eye, but he was too consumed by the collective panic to really notice you. Your presence in these barracks at this point was something of a common occurrence, and you supposed that the group of men currently attempting to clean up the remnants of their bedding battle trusted you implicitly because of your connection to one of their ARC troopers. You had seen them at their best and at their worst, and while you’ll never love another like you love Jesse, every single person in the room at this moment has a special place in your heart. 
That special place in your heart did not grant them immunity from the occasional bout of playful tomfoolery, but you didn’t think anyone would be too mad when the truth finally came out. 
And it certainly did, much faster than you were expecting. 
The door to the barracks opened just seconds later, and every single eye in the room turned towards the doorway to see Rex standing in it, a cup of caf in his hand and the obvious expression of someone fighting back a yawn. As he stared at the mess before him and took in the sheer panic on every one of the trooper’s faces, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for what was about to happen. 
All at once, voices exploded. 
“Sir, can we have a little more time?” 
“We’re in the middle of a deep clean!” 
“Come on, we just got the notice today!” 
As Rex’s facial expression grew even more confused, you could feel the laughter bubbling up from your stomach. “What in Maker’s name are you all talking about?” 
“The barrack inspections,” Fives said expectantly. “From the meeting today.” 
“There was nothing about barrack inspections at the meeting today,” Rex responded, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Who told you that?” 
No one even had to respond, because all the eyes in the room turned to you. After instinctively turning away, you could see a small smile peek at the corner of Rex’s face as he realized what you had done, and you just flashed a quick grin in return, before the chorus of chaos turned their attention on you. 
Through the shouts that blended together, your laughter finally broke loose. “Maybe if you all actually paid attention at the meeting, you would have known I was pulling your leg.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriend’s movements shift. “Don’t you dare throw that pillow!” But your words had apparently fallen on deaf ears, and you could feel the plush projectile striking the side of your head not a moment later. 
You didn’t know how it happened, or what had come over you, but the pillow was in your hands before it had even hit the ground, and you were winding up to throw it right back. And as Jesse ducked out of the way of your toss, the frantic cleaning of the barracks were abandoned once more. Even Rex joined in on the fun, after he finished the last sips of the caf in his hand of course. 
You were ducking behind one of the bunks when you heard Jesse’s voice next to you, cutting through the laughter and other glee that had taken over the room. “That was mean.” 
You laughed as you turned towards your lover, shrugging nonchalantly. “Maybe, but you know I learned from the best.” 
You watched him roll his eyes in response, but he didn’t resist when you looped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer. Your lips sealed together as the battle around raged, but in this moment, you were the only two people in the entire galaxy.
- the end -
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megs-98 · 1 year ago
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There's A First for Everything
Ahhh, very excited to post this piece. I wrote this for @bloodlessbhaalbabe for a valentine's day gift exchange :3 hope everyone loves as much as they do!
Summary: (Taking place post game and featuring @bloodlessbhaalbabe 's OC Elyra) After celebrating Love Day in Thaniel's Realm with the refugees and his love, Elyra, Halsin sets up a romantic evening for the two. He has something important to tell her before the fun starts.
Pairing: Halsin x f!OC (Elyra)
Tags: Explicit!, mutual pining, fluff, love confession, f! receiving oral, inappropriate actually quite appropriate use of entanglement spell, vaginal sex, lots of praise. I think that's it
Word count: 2.7k
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You were sitting at the dining table in the home you share with Halsin, pressing dried rose petals in a mortar and pestle with beeswax, making one of your signature nail stains. You heard the front door open and close, signaling that your lover had returned home for the evening. 
“Elyra, my love.” He said as he pressed a kiss into your temple. “How has the day treated you?” 
“A lot better now that you’re here, handsome.” You winked at him as you told him about how you taught some self-defense classes to the tiefling children, and adults that wanted some lessons as you applied the bright red stain to your nails. 
“So resilient, my heart. I surely do regret not being able to observe your teachings. You always look so beautiful when partaking in.. strenuous activities.” 
Halsin took up residence behind your chair now, rubbing your shoulders as he smoked his pipe. 
“I wished to ask if you were busy tomorrow evening, I have something special planned, so long as you wish to partake in the celebrations with me.”
You quirked an eyebrow as you leaned your head back to meet his eyes resting your head against his midsection. “You know I’m never too busy for you, big guy. What’s the occasion?” 
“Well, tomorrow will be the celebration of Love Day. I have festivities planned for everyone during the day and something truly special planned for a woman of your caliber.”  
“I think it’s safe to say how we spend every evening could be a celebration of Love Day.” You laugh as you take his pipe from him. “But yes, you can count me in, I’m very interested to see what you have planned for the special day.” Taking a puff from his pipe, Halsin leans down and kisses you on the forehead as he gives you a small chuckle. 
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You woke early with Halsin the next day to help him get decorations up. Simple garlands of leaves from the various trees in Thaniel’s Realm painted reds and pinks, some having little hearts painted on them,  an obvious activity from the children yesterday. Moving along to help the other adults set up different activities for the day, you and Halsin kept stealing glances at each other whenever the opportunity presented itself. 
“I see those looks. The Druid Halsin loves you very much, Elyra. I’m sure he has something beautiful planned for you tonight.” You heard an older tiefling woman say. You smiled as you nodded. 
“I’m not sure what he has planned tonight, he won’t tell me. You know, it’s odd. Out of all my past lovers, I’ve never been with someone during an actual Love Day celebration. I’m not sure what to expect, but if I know Halsin, he won’t disappoint.” 
“Well, there’s a first for everything, dear. I’m sure it will be everything you always imagined it would be.” She said as she gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 
You enjoyed the day watching Halsin play with the young ones as they showed him their arts and crafts, even getting some from the children yourself, with Halsin coming over periodically to check in and give you a kiss. This wasn’t how you envisioned your holiday being spent, with dozens of refugees and orphans in lands that were once shrouded by a curse. Least of all with such an attractive and massive wood-elf by your side. Never did you think getting kidnapped and infected by Illithids would have resulted in one of the best things in your life, but here you were. Being showered with love by the people you helped save and the man you love most. 
As the day came to a close, you helped adults serve dinner to the children, taking a plate of your own once they had all been served. You sat down on a log a bit farther away from everyone else, taking in the conversations and atmosphere. You heard a twig snap from behind you, causing your head to turn. Seeing Halsin coming out of the brush, you relaxed. 
“Apologies, my heart. I did not mean to frighten you. I was just getting things set up for us later.”
You smiled as he sat down next to you, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You spoil me, you know that right?” 
“Anything and everything for you, love.” He said as he grabbed your chin, making your eyes meet his. “Once dinner has been cleared, meet in the clearing by the lake. There I will show you just what I have in store for us tonight.” He pressed a kiss into your lips as you let out a small moan, trying to deepen the kiss. 
Halsin laughed softly as he pulled away. “Patience, dear. You’ll have me soon enough. Enjoy your dinner and the company we keep. I’ll see you soon.” 
He got up from the log and withdrew back to the woods as you watched him walk away. Admiring the way he filled out his pants, how his leg muscles contracted and relaxed as he took his steps. You began imagining what salacious activities your man had planned for you, causing your thighs to rub together as you felt your core start to ache. You shake those thoughts from your head as your attention is brought back to the others sitting near you. You impatiently finished your dinner, silently willing the others to finish up a bit faster. Once everyone was done and you had helped clean up, you ran back to your house to quickly change. Opting for an off the shoulder, slightly see through, white dress that stopped just below the knee. You opt to leave on your boots since you knew you’d be walking through tall grass to get to the clearing. 
Making your way through the brush, you slowly saw lights come into view as you approached the clearing Halsin spoke of. You were quite privy to the location as this was where you and Halsin usually met each other if you were not in your shared bed. It was obvious Halsin had cast a dancing lights cantrip, as you saw him illuminated underneath the floating orbs, leaning against a tree whittling. Laid before him was a blanket with a bowl of plums, a jar of honey, and a bottle of wine with two cups. 
Halsin smiles as he sees you walking up to him, putting his whittling project in his pocket. 
“There you are, my heart. Still after all this time, my heart swells with ecstasy every time I see you. I hope you remember our first night together as fondly as I do.” 
“Course I do. I made you so crazy for me you almost turned into the bear.” You say with a wink as you rub your hands against his chest. “Am I gonna see the bear tonight?” 
You see a faint flash of gold roll over Halsin’s eyes as he gives you a hum of acknowledgement. 
“While I do appreciate the enthusiasm, this is a night between just you and I in our most earthly forms.” You feel his hands slowly down your sides, how he was obviously continuing to memorize all of your curves. Firmly grabbing your hips as he brings his forehead against yours. 
Having led you to the blanket, Halsin kneels down and motions for your foot as he takes off each of your boots then motions for you to sit down as he sits next to you. He reaches his hand into his pocket pulling out his project, placing it in your hand. You look down and see a palm sized wooden heart. 
You hear Halsin clear his throat, looking at him and you can see just how nervous he still is after being together for months. You place the wooden heart in one of your boots, for safekeeping, and turn back to the wood-elf who you had fallen in love with. Facing him and taking his hands, you give him your full attention. 
“Elyra, I have told you this once before, but I must tell you again. My heart does stir lightly, but it does when I am near you. Between the shadow curse and being archdruid, I was beginning to lose myself. But you, my heart, you lifted the fog and helped me see that there is more in life for me to explore. You being one of them. I love this life we have together and I love you most of all.” 
“Aren’t you such a big, sweet softie.” You say as you squeeze his hands “I love you too. I never thought this is where my life would be, but I’m glad I’m here with you.” 
You grab a plum and hand him one as he presses a kiss into your temple. You watch him eat the fruit as you pour yourself a cup of wine, taking a drink and setting it to the side. Now it is Halsin who watches you as you grab a plum of your own. He watches closely as you drizzle honey over the fruit and take a bite, causing its juice and honey to drip down you, some landing on your cleavage.
A low growl emanates from Halsin as you hear him whisper “Oak father preserve me”. He reaches a hand out, being sure to keep his eyes locked on yours, as he uses his thumb to take a swipe of juice and honey off the top of your breasts, coming closer to you as he sucks it off his thumb.
Keeping eye contact, Halsin moved in even closer. “My, my, little dove, you’re a bit messy tonight. Can I help you clean yourself up?” 
His closeness causes you to breathe harder, making your breasts heavy closer to his face. 
“I’d be more disappointed if you didn’t. Help a girl out, huh?” Your request came out breathier than you had anticipated. 
Receiving the consent he was waiting for, Halsin presses a bruising kiss to your lips, causing you both to moan. Halsin slowly works his way down your neck, leaving marks as he went, until reaching your chest. He licked the rest of the honey off your chest before he pulled back to look at you again, ensuring that you were enjoying yourself. He saw that you were leaning your head back as your eyes rolled back. Satisfied that you were enjoying yourself, Halsin reaches down and pulls the hemline of your dress down as he lays you down. Halsin slots himself between your thighs as he pulls your dress down more, revealing your breasts. He takes a nipple in his mouth as he paws at your other breast. Spurred on by hearing your moans, he continues working your dress down your body, silently thanking Silvanus for the loose fabric it was made of. Once he had you completely stripped, he sat up and marveled at your form. Running his hands down your body, grabbing handfuls of your plush stomach and thick thighs. 
“Silvanus truly took his time creating you, my heart. Oak father, preserve me, you are so beautiful.”  
Halsin leans down, placing tender kisses across every inch of skin he could see, leaving the occasional mark as he kissed closer to your aching core.  He places your thighs over his shoulders as he lays himself back down. He slowly kisses his way down each of your thighs as you card a hand through his hair, hearing a moan as your nails scratch Halsin’s scalp. Needing more, you grab a handful of his hair, attempting to guide to where you need. 
“Patience, my heart.” You hear as Halsin chuckles. “You’ll get what you need, and much more.” 
Just as you are about to protest, a gasp leaves you as you feel Halsin’s mouth around your clit. Tongue circling as he gently sucks on it, making your grip on his hair tighten even more. His hands come around your thighs, most definitely leaving bruises from his tightening grip, as he brings his tongue down to your slick folds. His name tumbles off your lips as you moan his name, feeling your core beginning to tighten, knowing that you’re close. You grind against his face trying to get yourself there faster. You feel as Halsin withdraws one of his hands from your thigh, quickly finding entrance as he continues to work your overstimulated clit. He pumps one finger in and out of you, quickly adding a second one after feeling how wet you are. As he continues fingering you, hitting that sweet spot oh so well, you back arches as you find yourself closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re doing so well for me. I love feeling the way you tighten around my fingers as you get closer to finishing. I need you to finish for me, love, like the good girl you are. Can you do that?” 
As you hear his praise and have your sense filled by the man, between his ministrations in your cunt, continuing to use his tongue to circle and flick your clit, and his strong hand around your thigh, you quickly find yourself tumbling over the edge. Halsin doesn’t stop though, he continues his work as he moans into you feeling you cum on his hand. Halsin kisses his way up your body as you struggle to catch your breath, feeling him take his pants off as he does. He grabs your hands with his, lacing his fingers between yours, and gives you a passionate kiss. 
“I need you to keep your hands above your head for me and if it becomes too much please do not hesitate to tell me.”  
You quirk an eyebrow at him, wondering just what the druid has in store for you. You hear him whisper “Voco vineae” with a flash of green, you feel as roots come up out of the ground, pinning down your wrists. You flash Halsin a mischievous smile as he leans down to kiss you again. Playing with one of your breasts as he gave his throbbing cock a couple of strokes before lining up with your entrance. You both moan as he sinks his length into you, stuffing his cock into you down to the hilt with little resistance. He brings your legs over his chest before he leans forward placing his forearms on both sides of your head. He feels you clench again as before he even starts thrusting, you turned on from how he has you folded and pinned down. He starts thrusting at an achingly slow speed, causing you to whimper as you need more. Need to feel more of his cock in you, need to dig your nails into his skin.. You just need more of him. After what feels like an eternity of his languid strokes, Halsin begins thrusting faster and harder, feeling himself come close to the edge. You moan his name as your head falls back even farther, eyes rolling in the back of your head. 
“That’s it, love. You take my cock so well, it’s as if you were made for me.” 
You struggle against the roots more as you hear his praise, wanting to feel his skin against yours. He continues his punishing pace of thrusting into, still perfectly hitting that sweet spot, just the way he knows you like. You, once again, quickly find yourself stepping over the edge as you finish. Once Halsin feels you tighten around him as you finish, his pace falters as he finds himself coming closer to the edge himself. With a wave of his hand, he dismisses the roots around your wrists and pulls you close to him, continuing his pace as he does. You instinctively pull him into a kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, slipping your tongue in his mouth as he moans into you. He continues to hold you while he fucks you as he finally reaches his climax, stifling his moan as he buries his head in the crock of your neck. He slowly stops thrusting into you as he rides out his high. He lays down on his side, bringing you with him, as he kisses the top of your head. 
You rest your head against his chest, still fighting for breath as you lay there. “You’re gonna have to do that thing with the roots more often, big guy.” You say as you grab at his shirt.
Halsin gives you a laugh as he hears your words. “That can be arranged, my love.” He begins to rub your back as he tangles his body between yours as you both quickly find sleep.
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glorf1ndel · 9 months ago
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Ahhh!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY this is SUCH a fun idea.
For the ask game, I would like to ask Merry if he thinks he could beat Elrond in battle ;)
Thank you so much! :D Let's find out...
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"Could I beat Lord Elrond in battle?" Merry muses, smiling at you. "Sure. He's kind as summer and all that, so he wouldn't lift a finger against me! Oh, I know he fought against Sauron, but that was thousands of years ago. I bet his sword skills are a little rusty by now."
"You couldn't beat Elrond!" Pippin protests, walking over. "He's a parabola. Half-elven!"
"Peredhel, not parabola–"
"Whatever. The point is, he's got magical powers, and you don't."
Merry rolls his eyes at Pippin before returning his attention to you.
"Don't listen to him. The real question is, should I beat Elrond? He's important to Middle Earth, after all. Essential to the ecosystem. Also, if I did beat Elrond in battle, Aragorn and Arwen would be very upset, and I'm not sure I could handle that."
"You think you could beat Elrond, but not Aragorn and Arwen?" Pippin snorts.
"That's not what I said. Besides, I beat the Witch-King–"
"We know."
"Back to the point. I could beat Elrond in battle. I would defeat him thoroughly. Winner: me. Crown me Lord of Rivendell–"
"Let's stop right there."
Merry freezes, and Pippin bursts out laughing. You turn around, only to find Elrond smiling gently at the scene before him.
"Uh... How much of that did you hear?" Merry asks, his face turning beet-red.
"Quite enough." He grins, before turning to you with a wink. "For the record, I wouldn't dare challenge Mr. Brandybuck in a fight. He defeated the Witch-King of Angmar."
Merry beams proudly, and it is Pippin's turn to roll his eyes. You, meanwhile, are all ears. After all, it was you who asked the question in the first place!
Send me an ask for my Tolkien Birthday Party, Hobbit Style!
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notasapleasure · 28 days ago
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tag games
tagged by @colleybri in a couple of these, so firing this off before I get eaten by my starving dogs! Thanks, colley!
In turn no-pressure tagging @stripedroseandsketchpads @boatcats @batri-jopa @weirdsociology @elwenyere and anyone else who wants!
Last song: Beyoncé – Bodyguard. Having been tipped off by colley to @winterwyrd’s brassian rec (Radical Face – Always Gold) I’m on the collaborative agonies playlist curated by me and @distressednoise today. This was one of my adds, I thought it was a good ‘hot season in Ferrix’ vibe when writing the last chapter of Counting on You: ‘They couldn't have me / And they never will / And sometimes I hold you closer / Just to know you're real / Wheels in the gravel / Davis in my bones / Sometimes I take the day off / Just to turn you on’.
Favorite colour: shades of green, mossy, forest, grass, etc.
Last book: Look I could have finished Olive Murray Chapman’s ‘Across Lapland’ any day in ten minutes I just…haven’t (writing agonies have taken priority). Last one I finished was The Snow Leopard by Matthiessen, but I need a break from travelogues and have some James Baldwin essays up next.
Last movie: Still John Wick tbh? Though I did also watch about two thirds of The Heat. The former was great, the latter less fun than it should have been.
Last tv show: Poker Face rewatch (so goooood, when is season 2 already??). Also watching the Great British Pottery Throw Down, No Taste Like Home, UndeadUnluck, Leverage, and planning to start Moon Knight.
Sweet/Savory/Spicy: I’ve much more of a savoury tooth than a sweet tooth. Spice is good.
Last thing I searched online: bibliographic info for work. People always forget to include the series titles of books they cite.
Current Obsession: ahhh….the rock garden I’ve been building. Also the current WIPs.
Looking forward to: new season of Gardener’s World! Spring! Andor S2! The last two weeks of the Six Nations!
WIP last line game:
From at standstill and overwhelm (title from one of the tracks on Patrick Wolf’s Night Safari EP, which is the writing soundtrack), a horrible little gremlin of a mission fic daily growing out of hand.
It’s brassian still though, of course. Here is a misleadingly wholesome extract from the most recent chapter I’ve been working on. Yes, the fact that Brasso doesn't feature by name in it is a clue if you want it to be:
There's a deep-space encrypted comm aerial buried in here, and after a few minutes waiting, listening to the air recycler and three sets of lungs breathing shallow and deep, Cassian reaches past Baze to toggle it on and call Kay.
"Cassian! You should know that General Draven is monitoring encrypted channels from the Imperial core and is concerned things have gone off mission."
Cassian has to smile - it's always a relief to hear that arch voice. "Kay, don't tell him anything. I'll make it work in the report. I'm bringing home some old...some friends. But we're going to need to lie low before we can get out of here."
The line is silent for a minute, and Cassian can picture Kay's photoreceptors pulsing as he considers this. "You have instructed me on 4737 separate occasions that you don't have 'friends'. The most common reason you give is that they are a liability."
Baze arches a brow. Cassian arches one back.
"Well, they are, but I'm bringing some home now anyway."
"I will schedule a head trauma assessment for your return," Kay says snippily.
"Yeah. You do that."
When the crackly connections goes dead, Baze grunts and leans his head back against the wall of the little room. "So how long do we have to stay here? Only I don't want to be facing him when he wakes up."
"They're scanning from the speeders, they'll have gone past now. I want to get us off this station and hole up somewhere quiet until things cool off."
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traintrainingmontage · 25 days ago
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Firstly, congrats on the 150 followers!! :D And if it's okay, I'd like to suggest something with Bill and Ben with the prompt of "an unexpected turn of events". I hope that makes sense lol! Congrats again ^^ Have a wonderful day/night!
Ahhh, thank you so much, Thunder!! <3 This one's coming out quite late, but it's still the daily prompt nonetheless!
The Bees and "an unexpected turn of events," huh? I had so many ideas for this one that it was hard to decide on which one to choose! This one's going to be very CGI-era flavored, though, and feature an interesting guest!
(Have an idea for a prompt I should write? Details here!)
One fine day found Nia working at the docks. She enjoyed such work, as the sea had proven to be endlessly fascinating, and spending time with Edward and BoCo had made the transition to living on Sodor significantly easier. While they could never truly understand what exactly she'd gone through to get here, they were both kind and sympathetic engines, always willing to offer nonjudgmental advice or a pep talk if needed. She had been rather embarrassed by how obviously self-conscious she was when she'd first arrived, but she had always reminded herself to never forget the small kindnesses, and Edward and BoCo's kindness was a blessing.
Less of a blessing, however, were the so-called Bees. Bill and Ben were, much to the chagrin of the Brendam regulars, easily bored. It was also quite the unfortunate fact that when they were bored, it quickly became everyone else's problem. Until the twins had been thoroughly amused, there was no stopping their japery, no matter how many lectures they received, and their cackling laughter could be heard echoing throughout the dockyard as its collective residents could only shake their heads in resignation.
For her part, Nia was determined not to let the two get the better of her today. They had already embarrassed her once with their silly game, and she was determined not to let them undermine her again.
Unfortunately, her bright orange livery was quite unmistakable, and within the hour, the two tank engine twins had come up beside her, wicked grins on their faces. "Hehehe! It's Nia!"
"Yes, it is! Maybe we'll steal her trucks again."
"Ooooh, that'd be fun!"
Nia couldn't help but clench her jaw at the duo's obvious provocation; there was no way they would steal her truck. They weren't the type to do the same thing twice; the riddle was what they would actually do, or attempt when she wasn't looking.
A riddle.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through her head, and she let out a loud laugh, interrupting Ben's chortling. Both tank engines' eyes went wide as they looked at her like she'd gone mad, gazes flitting between her face and each other. "Alright, listen up, you two!" Nia began to explain, a conspiratorial grin on her face. "If you two are bored, then I'll send you on a scavenger hunt! Find for me a color you can't see. Do that, and I'll handle the rest of your work for the day!"
"Don't wanna!" Ben frowned, looking rather disinterested. "We've already done all of our work!"
"Then I'll handle your work for tomorrow," Nia pressed, doing her utmost not to roll her eyes. "Go on! What have you got to lose?"
The twins, who had watched her with gazes of suspicion, suddenly lit up at the thought of not having to do their work tomorrow. "Hah!" Bill chuckled. "That'll be easy! C'mon, Ben."
"Mmhmm!" his brother chorused, and they both shot smug glances at Nia as they pulled away, searching for something that the orange engine was quite confident couldn't exist. After all, one of her former friends had been stumped over this particular riddle, and she also had never come upon the answer. Hopefully, these two would be at it all day, and leave her to do her job in peace. With a small smile on her face, the tank engine returned to her work, and began organizing her consist.
Nia's glee was short-lived, however, as the twins returned an hour later with wide smiles and a thick sack, which could be seen poking out of Bill's cab. "We found it!" Ben exclaimed, clearly quite pleased with himself. "It's the color you can't see!"
"It's... in the sack?" Nia questioned, suddenly unsure of herself. She HAD chosen an unanswerable riddle, right?
"Yep!" Bill laughed. "There's no light in there, so it's all black! But you can't see it, 'cause there's no light, and we KNOW you need light to see! Black's the only color you can see..."
"...without seeing!!" Ben finished, both of them practically vibrating with pride at having solved her puzzle. Nia, for her part, could only crack a disbelieving smile, feeling her mood plummet but determined not to show defeat in front of the twins.
"Well, look at that! I... well, I suppose I'll take your work for tomorrow, then—"
"Wait!" Ben cried, his expression one of alarm. Nia couldn't help but blink in surprise, especially upon seeing that Bill was sporting a similar expression. "Um... let's... erm..."
"Double or nothing!" Bill suddenly interjected, coming to the aid of his flailing brother. "Give us another one, and if we get it, you'll have to do our work tomorrow AND the day after!"
"Yeah!" Ben cheered, suddenly perking up in excitement. "Double or nothing! C'mon, Nia!"
Nia geared herself up to shoot down the absolutely ludicrous idea. She already had to do one of their workloads, and now they wanted her to come up with another riddle? Forget it. There was no way that she—
"Please?"
With a single word, the world was shocked into silence. Nia stared disbelievingly at the twins in front of her, both of whom were looking at her with pleading eyes. It was strange, she thought; she'd heard about these two wheedling and wanting things before, but somehow, this request felt oddly genuine, in a way that she'd never have expected from them. If Edward and BoCo were here, they'd likely be similarly shocked.
Perhaps it was simply due to the strangeness of the moment, but in her heart, Nia's animosity mysteriously vanished, and the smile that stretched across her face was quite sincere.
"Alright. Double or nothing. Here's what I need next..."
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The riddles continued until the sun began to set. With her work for the day done, Nia patiently waited by the entrance of the clay pits, waiting to see what the twins might bring. Sure enough, after a few minutes more, the two Bees hurried towards her with wide eyes and bright laughter.
"Look at this!" Ben crowed, with Bill shooting a glance at what was currently coupled up behind the former. With a chuckle, Nia obliged, and saw that on the flatbed, carefully tied down, was a mostly completed, hand-carved wooden jigsaw puzzle.
"We asked around, and a woodworker gave us this!" Bill began. "It's a puzzle that he made, but it's missing a piece!"
"Yeah!" Ben grinned, picking up the thread of conversation. "And since it's handmade, it's one of a kind! It's just what you asked for: an unsolvable puzzle!"
Nia could only laugh, not feeling nearly as disappointed as she'd thought she might be. "Look at that! You've solved all of my riddles! Looks like I'll be doing your work for the next week."
"Oh, you don't need to do that!" Bill exclaimed, eyes alight and his mouth set in a wide grin. "This was really fun! Edward and BoCo are nice and all, but they never give us challenges like this!"
"He's right!" Ben agreed, his expression as satisfied as his brother's. "We're bored because the work is easy and nobody wants to play, but you did! And you even made it HARD! Thanks!"
In that moment, Nia felt enlightenment dawn upon her. It wasn't just childishness that drove the twins to play pranks; they were clearly quite clever, but equally starved for something that made them think. If she wore their wheels, the orange engine had the sense that she might resort to something, anything, to alleviate her boredom as well.
Besides, if she was being honest with herself, she'd also had fun seeing what the twins had come up with.
"Alright," she grinned, giving Bill and Ben a conspiratorial wink. "As your prize, I'll come back soon with some new riddles for you!"
"Yessssss!" Bill cheered, as his brother replied with "It's a promise!"
"It's a promise," Nia laughed, and as she pulled away and headed for her shed, she could only guess at how she would solve her next riddle: getting Edward and BoCo to believe any of this.
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harveybwabbit92 · 6 months ago
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[Kid! Tregear comes to school one day with a cast on his arm and says he broke it, Taro spends the week playing carefully with him and carrying his books, when Ace somehow broke his arm. Taro starts getting envious and annoyed with the attention his friend and big brother were getting from their injuries, he tries to break or sprain his wrist but keeps backing out at the last second, until he tripped on his way out of the library and really broke his arm, Tregear comes to drop Taro's homework off when he catches Taro trying to play video-games with one hand]
Tregear: Having trouble there Taro?
Taro: No I am not, I just-... 
(Notices Tregear doesn’t have his cast anymore.)
Taro: Wait...What happened to your cast? no way your arm’s better now!
Tregear: Uh... yeah, Sooo. I lied, my arm wasn’t broken.
{Taro gasps}
Taro: Wh-what, why-why did you do this, to get out of going to school?
Tregear: …Nah.
Taro: Then why?
Tregear: *shrugs* Just felt like it.
[Ace who had came to investigate when he heard Taro yell starts lecturing Tregear.]
Ace: Tregear. That was very awful prank to pull annnd...Why are you looking at me like that?
Tregear, looks at Ace flatly: Give up Ace, you’re not fooling anyone.
Taro, Looks at his brother confused: What?
[After a few seconds Ace sheepishly pulls off his cast revealing he was also faking.]
Taro, floored: Seriously?!
Ace: Yeah, saw Tregear at the library returning a diy book on cast making, and figured what the hell?
Taro: S-So this whole time you’ve been...(getting red in the face)…Sons of fu-...Urgh!
Tregear: Why are you getting so pissy for? you did it too..
Ace: Yeah, stop acting like you’re sooo innocent!
Taro: I am innocent! I REALLY did break my freaking arm!
{Tregear and Ace don’t believe him and start making fun of Taro.]
Tregear, fake sobbing: Ooooh noooo! woe is me, ahhh my arm!
Ace: Ouch, ouch oh! He-here lemme...Lemme put my cast back on! (Slides the cast back on his arm.)
[Taro, pissed off grabs the giant envelop with his X-rays inside off the table]
Taro, holding the X-Rays up to a lamp: I’M SERIOUS, I HAVE X-RAYS! LOOK!?
[Ace and Tregear stare at the X-rays for few quiet seconds.]
Ace, trying not laugh: Crap, …He really did break his arm.
Tregear: Wow...What a sucker!
{The two burst out laughing, as Taro flips his brother and friend off with his good hand.]
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xxvalkyriesxx · 3 months ago
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Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!
Thank you @popjunkie42 @jsmelodies @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk @moodymelanist @witch-and-her-witcher for tagging me <3 <3 Love you all <3
1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?
81,805 😳😊
2. How many fics did you complete this year?
So far only 6 one-shots! The rest of my multi-chapter fics are still ongoing.
3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?
This is my first year writing ACOTAR fics so I started 4 ongoing fics!
4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?
This is like picking a favorite kid haha, but Flying Changes has definitely change my life for the better. It just started off from a simple idea I posted and the reaction I got was explosive in the best way possible.
I rode for eight years when I was younger before I had to give it up for a lot of reasons. One day I would love to return to it, but for right now I'm reconnecting to it through my favorite couple <3
5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?
So two pieces I think best fit this question which is The Joker and the Queen and Labyrinth of the Night.
The Joker and the Queen is a fluff rom-com piece for the Acotar Gift Exchange and it's different my usual smut and or angsty fics, but in the best ways! It's such a fun piece to write and make Nessian be idiots in love.
I also chose Labyrinth of the Night as it's my only feysand fic (for now 👀). I'm a Nessian writer so writing outside my main ship is always a bit hard. I haven't always been a fan of feysand but I've read a few feysand fics that I just loved that I wanted to take a swing.
6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?
Honestly, The Blood on your Hands. I was mad about HOFAS once again, so I wrote a small fic of Cassian beating the brakes off Rhys for his reaction to Nesta (don't worry, Rhys is fine. Maybe I'll write a sequel where Feyre plays doctor xD).
I wrote this fic getting out my feelings and before I knew it the reception was huge. It's my most popular one-shot to date.
7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)
Probably Keeping the Summer Nights Away. It's a small fluff piece for Nessian week, and it's just very simple, but I honestly just loved writing Nessian doing a self-care night together haha.
8. Who is an artist that inspired you?
Oh jeez so many but to name a few - @dustjacketdraws madschofield (instagram), llibiarts (instagram), @jmoonjones, @janearts, @vivictory-draws.
These artists amazing at what they do and their art always makes my jaw drop!
9. Who is an author that inspired you?
Oh my goodness, again a lot of people but to name the ones who really convinced me (literally just by their writing alone) to jump head first back into writing fanfcition - @c-e-d-dreamer @kale-theteaqueen @separatist-apologist @moodymelanist to name a few.
I read ACOTAR back in 2020 so a little a before it really blew up, and eventually I ended up on Tumblr again seeking actoar content when Twitter got too toxic for me.
I was fanfic reader for the longest time. I did write for other fandoms when I was younger, but I either deleted or orphaned my works as I grew out of said fandoms. So for about four years, I just read fanfiction from the ACOTAR fandom. It was too the point that I tried to read whatever new Nessian fic was uploaded daily haha.
I wanna shout out one of the first Nessian fics I read, A Favor. It was the first fanfic that really spoke to me that I wasn't alone in how I felt about Nesta and her treatment with Cassian/the IC and vise versa. Come to find out years later, it's a classic for a lot of Nessian stans.
10. Who is a new author you discovered?
Ahhh you gotta check them out - @jsmelodies @littedidyouknow @beesays @wishcamper @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk @unhealthyfanobsession @foundress0fnothing
11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?
Not at the moment
12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?
Taking a chance at writing again <3
13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?
That I should be kinder to myself, and it's probably best to start off small. I started a fic back in March/April of this year with Eris/OC and I think the concept was good, but there was so much thought I was putting into, that I just ended up bored. It was going to be a heavy plot story about Rhysand's daughter that he had with Amarantha that featured dragons and a ton of OCs, but it just honestly back fired lol.
It was way too complicated and I didn't have the spoons for it. And you know, it happens lol. I have since deleted the fic because I don't plan to work on it.
14. What is your advice?
It's the most basic writing advice, but write what you know. If you go too far out of your comfort zone, it may be more damning for you in the long run.
Also if you can, use a text-to-speech service to help hear your story before you post it. I use the immersive reader on Outlook (I don't send my fics anywhere lol, but immersive reader is available for drafts). It's not perfect, but it helps give me a second pair eyes when I'm tired of visually editing.
15. What are your creative goals for 2025?
Finish at least two if not three of my ongoing fics! Participate in more character and ship weeks/weekends. Maybe finally get enough money to get a commission done for one of my fics.
No pressure but @foundress0fnothing @beesays, @velarisdusk. If you've already done this, no worries <3
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For the Adam thing waaahh..
She/her i’m about 4’10, a bit chunky but not majorly overweight. Alt/metalhead style. About 50 piercings and a butt ton of tattoos incl 2 full sleeves. Dye my hair every colour of the rainbow but rn its black. Mullet with microbangs and an undercut with sides shaved as well. Big ass glasses cos i’m blind af lol.
Personality wise shiiiiiit insanely unstable actually. Diagnosed Bipolar and BPD is like, scratching the surface. But deep down im soooo sweet and gift giving is my love language. Super aggressive to those i don’t know, but submissive to those i do. Anxious as balls. Total virgin literally have never even kissed anyone HAH. Love reading and writing and playing all sort of video games. Am a hair stylist. Ahhh idk what else! Thats probably it :) am a fair bit boring
Good day, anon!! Hope you enjoy these, and thank you for sending this in! I’m having sm fun lol ^_°
dividers credit : rookthornesartistry
★ Adam x You Headcanons ★
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Couldn't think of Emojis, so here's your ship name : Blast Beats !!
★ First of all Adam thinks you’re so unbelievably cool – I mean, he dresses pretty much the same! And if you ask me, I’d probably say that he’s got at least some tattoos and piercings of his own. He genuinely thinks you’re so attractive and he can’t resist the urge to kiss you whenever you’re getting ready to go anywhere, if he flutters his eyes open don’t mind him, he’s probably focusing on your tattoo-filled arms reaching out to cling onto him.
★ Speaking of which! You’ve never kissed anyone, and don’t have any experience in this kind of thing? He’s more than willing to teach and show you things – Adam has had, let’s not lie to ourselves here, multiple experiences with different people before you, so he’s more than willing to take the lead in your first kiss and he’s got a way of correcting you on things he doesn’t like that’s just...the slightest bit of attractive. Don’t be embarrassed to accidentally kiss him the ‘wrong’ way or putting your hands in an awkward place during it, he has ways to fix it so that it doesn’t ruin the moment.
★ He’s also a master of dye – he absolutely helps you dye your hair at home and it’s actually pretty funny how he acts like a true hairdresser during the process, double checking in the mirror and puffing up your hair a little once it’s finally dyed and dry.
★ Adam doesn’t mind you having your moments, truly. He will make sure you get enough love and care no matter what, but if you have especially bad days he’s learned to ask you what you need and accommodate you as best as he can. The only thing is that he’s not the best with words, at least at the beginning of your relationship: expect him to fuck up a little, or even say something a bit tone deaf, but he will immediately apologize after and resort to physical contact to comfort you instead. Do you like being securely wrapped up in his huge, soft wings? Good, because he will keep one of those at least around your shoulder for the whole day.
★ He loves your gifts!! He has never actually been a gift kind of person, but sometimes he will sneak out of your shared house to get you something in return, or he will hang out with friends just so they can suggest what to get you that you could appreciate, because in all honesty, this man wants to impress you... but he’s not sure he gets the gift thing 100% right yet. He might bring you stuff that he likes the most at first...but hey, the sentiment is there!
★ Also, since you like reading, writing, that sort of things...he will definitely opt to get you a book you haven’t had the chance to read yet sometimes, and it’s funny how he’s so bad at being mysterious about it...”Sooo, babe... random question... anything new you want to read came out recently?” he asks, on his way out to a very secretive outing, tote bag of his own band draped across his shoulder. You can’t help but giggle...
★ ...though sometimes he changes his mind midway and decides to bring home a whole new console so you can both play on it together. Your house is full of those, Adam loves videogames, too! The videogames he likes are a tad bit violent, so if you’re not in that kind of thing he won’t force you play –though he will joke around a bit and call you a pussy- and get you more games of your liking that you can play while he sleeps on you.
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