#bath and body work holiday collection

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW Holiday Collection Vanilla Bean Noel Body Splash

Holiday 2003

Found on Ebay, user 2sistersflip

[allthingsscented]

Winter/Holiday/Christmas Candle Collection ☃️

My favorites are:

1) Pink Fairy Gumdrop

2) Tis the Season

3) Hot Cocoa & Cream

[chilope]

Ask meme for people in their 30s

What was the first piece of furniture you bought?

What proportion of your meals do you cook?

Foaming hand soap or normal hand soap?

Favorite chore?

Least favorite chore?

Most precious thing one of your pets has destroyed?

Any groceries you've been getting into lately?

What cleaning product do you swear by?

What's your emotional support craft?

Youtube, cable TV, or streaming?

What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

How many cups can you see from where you're sitting?

Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it?

How often do you take baths?

Do you go down each aisle when you grocery shop, or only the ones you know you need stuff from?

Where do you go when you need to get out of the house but it's raining?

What's a movie you saw recently that you liked?

Pro or anti tchotchkes?

What's your go-to tape?

What's in your freezer right now?

Last concert you attended?

Favorite grocery store?

Paper bags, plastic bags, or reusable bags?

Do you get your government mandated 8 hours every night?

Favorite old person activity?

Would you rather sit on the porch drinking sweet tea or sit by the lake drinking beers?

Do you prefer Boardgame Night, Build-Your-Own-Pizza Night, or Movie Night with your friends?

Be honest, do you like all of the pictures of their babies that your friends send you?

Go-to holiday card format?

How many pairs of scissors do you own?

Do you still own your first car?

How do you take your morning coffee/tea?

What's something you collect?

What's your commute like?

Aisle at the grocery store you never bother walking down?

Do you keep a daily journal or agenda?

Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school?

What's the last filter you changed?

What little treat do you always get when you run errands?

Grocery list or no grocery list?

What's the oldest thing you own?

What's an unjustifiably expensive appliance that you really want?

Favorite book you've read recently?

Honest feelings on Settlers of Catan?

What's something you wish you had more time for?

What kind of stuff do you keep on the door of your refrigerator?

Lamps or overhead lighting?

If you could build your home from scratch, what outrageous feature would you want to build into it?

Do you bring a bag with you everywhere you go?

Pro or anti throw pillows?

How many blankets do you keep in your living room?

Did your relationship with your parents get better when you stopped living with them?

What's worse, the DMV or the Social Security Office?

Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

Favorite high-effort meal that you make?

Favorite low-effort meal that you make?

Do you tend to bring an appetizer, entree, dessert, or drinks to a potluck?

What kind of bag do you use for your bag full of bags?

If you died and your ghost was stuck in the outfit you're wearing right now for the rest of time, would you be happy with it?

Do you have an opinion on your local weather reporter?

Do you have a favorite brunch spot?

Where are you on the minimalism-maximalism kinsey scale?

Opinion on Bath and Body Works?

Last time you visited a farmer's market?

Anything you're procrastinating on right now?

Do you get your taxes in as soon as possible, at the last minute, or late?

Do you keep any stuffed animals on your bed?

Are your garbage bags scented or unscented?

What are you looking forward to next week?

[yearoftheotpevent]

hello fan creators!

Year of the OTP is officially back for 2025 with a new set of prompts!

we've switched some of the prompt categories around in an effort to make the event more inclusive of all kinds of fanworks. we've also included song prompts this year! the playlist is on spotify here.

we want to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in the last event - it grew so much larger than we ever expected and it's truly amazing how you all took our last set of prompts and made so many wonderful things. keep it up!

a couple housekeeping notes: we will not be reblogging every entry this year. mods will keep an eye on the blog if you have any questions, but the reblogs were too much last time. thank you for your understanding!

we will be closing the 2023 collection on December 31. thank you for your continued participation, but it's time to look forward!

the link for the new collection will be posted here January 1.

we're looking forward to seeing what you create this year!

alt text below the cut.

Year of the OTP 2025

The Rules: the Ao3 collection accepts any /-ship works inspired by a prompt from this sheet The Challenge: make 12 works for one ship in one year, using prompts from each month

*you do not need to do the challenge to post to the AO3 collection, as long as you follow the rules*

January first kiss ♦ “may I have this dance” ♦ sharing clothes ♦ BDSM AU ♦ stockholm syndrome ♦ Strong – One Direction

February Valentine’s Day ♦ “it made me think of you” ♦ bed sharing ♦ multiple penetration ♦ mind control/mind break ♦ Like Real People Do – Hozier

March fresh starts ♦ “what are you doing with that”♦ florist/tattoo artist ♦ phone sex ♦ major character death ♦ Take Care – Drake

April pranks ♦ “right in front of my salad” ♦ running away together ♦ dom bottom/sub top ♦ raised to be a killer ♦ Drops of Jupiter – Train

May hanahaki ♦ “we’re dating? since when?” ♦ body swap ♦ magical sex toys ♦ stalking ♦ Paper Rings – Taylor Swift

June pride ♦ “I can’t get you out of my mind” ♦ relationship reveal ♦ unconventional sex positions ♦ paying a debt with your body ♦ Good Looking – Dixon Dallas

July vacation together ♦ “I like my _ how I like my coffee” ♦ kidfic ♦ mutual masturbation ♦ dehumanization ♦ You May Be Right – Billy Joel

August Sports AU ♦ “you’re thinking too much”♦ cooking together ♦ object insertion/ penetration ♦ becoming a monster ♦ You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC

September high school/college sweethearts ♦ “come here” ♦ date night gone wrong ♦ semi-public sex ♦ abduction ♦ Thinking Bout You – Frank Ocean

October costumes ♦ “boo” ♦ online dating ♦ shibari ♦ mutual non-con ♦ Mr. Brightside – The Killers

November camping ♦ “are you sure” ♦ touch-starved ♦ cockwarming ♦ abusive relationship ♦ A Thousand Years – Christina Perri

December holiday traditions ♦ “where are you taking me” ♦ bathing together ♦ food play ♦ tortured for information ♦ Everything Is Alright – Laura Shigihara

[ayyy-pee]

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃

Discord 18+ - Twitter

Pairing: Model!Shoko Ieri x Female Reader, Model!Utahime Iori x Female Reader, Shokohime x Female Reader

Summary: You're a top Public Relations manager covering Tokyo Fashion Week. All the drugs, sex and outrageous going ons never see the light of day. Why? Because it's your job to cover up scandal.

But that doesn't mean you can't have your own risky fun.

Story Warning: Smut, LESBIANS, Reader works in Public Relations, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of hookups, Bath sex, Bathtub Threesome, Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Bumping and Grinding, Referenced STRAP usage, Fingering, Secret Flings, Sneaky Sex, Dub-con? (Reader and ShokoHime have a few drinks...but do consent to sex), Sneaking Around, Secret Recordings

Art by: Cake__Sensei (Twitter)

A/N: I FINALLY finished something for my Jujutsu Journal Collab Event! I hope yall enjoy!!! Thank you to everyone participating and for everyone who has helped me to reach 3k followers!!!

You’ve always loved the fast paced feel of Tokyo Fashion Week. The bright lights flashing and catching every crease and detail of the fabrics on display. The music thumping and crowd cheering as the models strut down the runway. The chaos backstage as everyone rushes to slip in and out of the next garment in time for their cue. Yes, you loved being a part of that feeling, you loved capturing that feeling. Because it was your job to catch every crease and detail, the sexy walks of the models, the mayhem that happens behind the scenes while the audience patiently waits.

It’s exhilarating, really. Being invited to such elite and exclusive events has changed your life in ways you could have never imagined. When you first started your career in fashion, you would have never dreamed of making it this far. This was worlds away from filming street fashion on your shitty little cell phone and interviewing small time designers. But you’ve worked so hard, worked even smarter and have networked your way to the top of your department.

And now, you're the head of the PR team for one of the top fashion magazines in Japan, currently assigned to cover the after party of Tokyo Fashion Week to collect enough content for a post show documentary.

The after party is as wild as you’d imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. It’s all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces. 

Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? You’ll find it here. 

Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really. 

Can you see a pair of this season’s YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.

And it’s your job to make sure that what’s happening here never sees the light of day.

You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit they’re not supposed to, you’ll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, you’ve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but you’re always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.

No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from “filming” a new music video.

They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.

And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.

See, you were that damn good at your job. That’s why you were the head of your PR team, after all. It’s why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.

Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.

It’s Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. He’s dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on. 

You’ve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, you’d clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each other’s arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, you’d decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just weren’t into each other like that.

But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You haven’t seen him in months, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.

“Haven’t seen you since Paris,” he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know! I’ve missed you!” You yell back. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!”

You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. “You? In a relationship?” 

You’re shocked. You’ve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that she’s not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but that’s not to say she couldn’t be one if she wanted. She’s stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just can’t believe he’s got her.

“Hey, babe,” he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.

Oh, he’s in love, love.

Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and she’s as sweet as she looks. But you don’t get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time he’s not obligated to away from his love. You don’t blame him. She’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget they’re at this party together, surrounded by people. 

Which is fine, because it’s about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. “Go party,” you tell them, dismissing them for the night. “Nothing crazy,” you add. “And if it gets crazy, make sure there’s nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.”

They know the rules. They’re the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, they’ve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.

“Got it boss,” your cameraman exclaims. Then they’re off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.

And while you’re pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.

“Boss, huh?” A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, you’re face to face with two of the most alluring women you’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.

The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes – Shoko Ieiri. She’s got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. She’s a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy. 

You’ve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the show’s over, they’re either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. It’s easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.

When there’s nothing to find, it means they’re good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.

Then, there’s the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features – Utahime Iori. She’s as striking as Shoko – curvy and looks soft in all the right places. 

Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. You’ve heard she’s quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.

Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, you’re at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.

And if there’s one thing you love, it’s a woman who feels dangerous.

So when Shoko asks if you’d like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really can’t say no. And you don’t want to.

- - - - - - - - -

“What’d you think of the show?” Utahime asks eagerly. You’re all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And you’ve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shoko’s chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.

You take a slow sip of your drink. It’ll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.

Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.

“It was really good,” you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.

“Really?” She asks, and you nod. “We did good?”

Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shoko’s chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahime’s eyes, it’s clear why.

Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. “So good.” And you’re unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahime’s grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.

You’ve noticed that Shoko isn’t very talkative. She’s more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, there’s something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe it’s because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos. 

But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. She’s outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. It’s such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet they’re always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you they’d be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.

You suspect they’re more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect it’s going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand. 

Just in case.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. “All this noise is making my head hurt.”

Utahime nods in agreement. “It has been a long day…” She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, “Should we get going?”

Damn, you think. You’re a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. “Are you two heading home?” You’re sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You don’t want them to go yet.

Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. “No,” she breathes, and she’s so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. “We don’t live anywhere near here,” she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. “Hime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.”

“It’s really nice from the pictures I saw online,” Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. “Can’t wait to get there.”

You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. You’re familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shoko’s body tense up briefly before she relaxes.

Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think she’s going to try and kiss you. And damn it, you’d let her…if it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shoko’s. Normally, you’d be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you can’t seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shoko’s brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahime’s long chocolate tresses.

“Don’t tease me, Hime,” she breathes through gritted teeth. Then she’s pulling Utahime’s face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. It’s so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahime’s already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.

You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe it’s a mixture of it all, but you’re so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, it’s all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahime’s hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.

“Don’t look so sad, Hime,” Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. “Just seemed like someone wanted to join us.”

And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.

But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. You’re out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.

Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. “Oh– Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…I just thought–”

“No you’re right,” you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. “Just…not here. Let’s go back to your hotel.”

Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. “Okay! Let’s go!”

- - - - - - - - -

Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as you’d imagine it would be. There’s a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept in…or not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldn’t use a bath to wash away the day.

You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. “This hotel is fucking incredible,” you gasp. “I can’t believe your agency spoils you guys like this.”

Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. “Right? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,” she tells you from the other side of the room.

She didn’t have to tell you twice. You couldn’t wait to crawl into that bed and – 

“What’s this for?”

You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. “Please don’t touch that!” It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively. 

“Sorry!”

You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, relax. She was just looking.” She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. “Be glad you caught her before she dropped it.” Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shoko’s fingers pinch the zipper of Utahime’s dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. “She can be careless sometimes,” Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahime’s collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. “Don’t mind her.” 

Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shoko’s hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shoko’s neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shoko’s neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahime’s lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, “Be more careful, okay?” before she’s back on her.

And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two model’s tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.

It’s the way Shoko holds onto Utahime’s form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahime’s chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahime’s soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.

Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, hands kneading Utahime’s breasts. “So beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You can see the way Utahime’s eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. “No, you,” she teases and Shoko chuckles.

Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how you’re watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and it’s clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you don’t hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.

Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. They’ve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while you’ve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now you’re about to partake in these pleasures with them. You’re more excited than you care to admit.

Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until you’re standing right in front of her. “Are you okay with this?” She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.

“Yes, I want this.”

Utahime’s bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest. 

“This stays here, though. Right?” 

You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.

”Of course,” Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. “Now kiss her.”

The command has your core aching. You’ve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didn’t matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.

And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.

Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, she’s quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.

“Touch me,” she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure. 

You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet “I love the way you play with her tits…” into your mouth. “I wanna see you play with her pussy later.” You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. You’ll admit, this is your first threesome. It’s hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. It’s all too much – too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.

Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.

“We should get into the bath,” Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then it’s all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss. 

Though you’re all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. You’re all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. “Yeah, let's get in bath…” 

++++++++++

“Have you been with a woman before?” Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you don’t sit fully on her lap yet.

You’ve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtub’s built-in bench with her back against the tub’s wall. If your body was burning up before, it’s on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each other’s bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.

“I have.”

Shoko’s brows rise, almost as if she’s surprised by the confirmation. “Two women?”

You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, “Well? The one you’ve been with…How was it?” She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

The question hangs heavy between you two. It’s not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. “She’s so cute, Shoko.” 

Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. “She is, isn’t she?” She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, “I can give you something better than pretty good.” 

“Yeah?” You challenge her.

“Yeah, she can,” Utahime confirms. “We can.” She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You can’t wait to have her nipples in your mouth.

Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that she’s on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. You’re so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahime’s breasts that you don’t notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other woman’s thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders. 

And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahime’s breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and you’re nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahime’s waist.

And Utahime, she’s not any better off. Shoko’s fingers are slowly working her towards her release. She’s already been pent up, teased and turned on since you’d all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge. 

The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And you’re so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shoko’s hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.

“You’re so soft,” Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahime’s head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahime’s, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core. 

“Fuck, ah – you’re both so sexy…” Shoko groans. “Love watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexy…Play with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.”

Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shoko’s breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.

“Ahh…Shoko…you make such pretty sounds, baby.” Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shoko’s deliciously. “You do, too,” Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.

All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. It’s like she’s an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If there’s anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but you’re not worried about that. You’re more concerned with the way Utahime’s voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum?” Shoko groans. “C’mere. C’mere, baby,” Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahime’s pussy. She’s so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that she’s able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shoko’s face. You’ve got a nice view of Utahime’s pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahime’s cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahime’s swollen bud.

Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shoko’s nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like she’s never tasted something sweeter in her life. It’s such an arousing vision. Utahime’s thighs begin to tremble and you’re grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. She’s on all fours, riding Shoko’s face. 

“Shokoooo, ooh–,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Gonna fucking cum, babe,” she warns, and Shoko’s lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahime’s ass a harsh smack. This has Utahime’s body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, you’re unsure if it’s the water from the bath or Utahime’s release that’s running down Shoko’s face, absolutely soaking the taller woman’s chin.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shoko’s again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shoko’s tongue, you’re even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. It’s not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.

When it’s clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.

And once more, you’re all whimpering, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. You’re riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“I’m jealous,” Utahime pouts cutely. “Shoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.” 

You can’t do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahime’s. Shoko’s moans follow. “I wanna see you fuck her, baby.” She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. “You wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.”

“God, yes!” You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.

“We have plenty of time tonight,” Utahime assures you. “Maybe we can even do this another time.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,” Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. “God, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Utahime groans, pouting further. “Stopppp, Shoko. I already said I’m–”

“Gonna cum,” Shoko whines. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahime’s cum on Shoko’s tongue has your eyes rolling back, and you’re toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.

Your arms wrap around Shoko’s shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.

“Oh wow…” Utahime rubs small circles on your back. “That was…really hot.”

You’re catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.

“We’re gonna need another bath,” she chuckles.

The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.

++++++++++

The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and you’re not sure if it’s the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.

Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But you’re left confused when you don’t feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isn’t enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.

You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. “Hello?” You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find it’s empty. You check the closet and don’t see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. “Maybe they just had to leave,” you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.

Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes you’d come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.

Your phone is still buzzing when you’re about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.

Associate 1: Where are you?

Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!

You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble they’d gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?

Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Director: You need to call me.

Director: NOW.

Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. There’s one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.

Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H

Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. It’s a link to a news article for…Jujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but it’s a gossip blog so what did you expect? 

The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all – you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahime’s legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind. 

Where the absolute hell would they get these?!

The headline reads:

TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japan’s top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!

The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress you’ve made…gone.

And not just that! Now there’s a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. You’re so confused.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to no one but yourself.

Your phone buzzes. You’re scared to look, but you know you should.

“What…the…fuck…” You still can’t believe this is happening. To you of all people.

Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. It’s your boss.

There’s no way you’ll be able to spin this one. 

[creamflix]

Hehehe I've been reading your works and everything is hella good, i love it frfr.

To ur Christmas event thingy,

Can i have Veritas Ratio with midnight kisses as nuaghty(😼)?

(Hehehe am i the first one to request? Loll)

Live, love, life ratio

♡

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the room was bathed in the soft glow of christmas lights, the air heavy with the quiet anticipation of the season. you’d spent the past hour trying — and failing — to convince VERITAS to partake in some holiday cheer, and now, your last resort was a simple request: a kiss on christmas eve.

“traditions,” he said, voice laced with disdain, “are little more than collective idiocy. a societal crutch for the unimaginative.”

you pouted, crossing your arms as you stood before him. “it’s not idiocy. it’s festive! romantic, even.”

“and you think coaxing me into this nonsense will somehow complete your holiday experience?”

“yes,” you replied stubbornly. “it’s christmas eve! you’re supposed to kiss your lover.”

he scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “if a man must rely on a contrived pretext to kiss his partner, he’s a fool. but —” he paused, his gaze darkening as it settled on you.

“i am not so heartless as to deny you. i accept... as would any man.”

your heart leaped as he rose from his seat, the predatory grace in his movements sending a shiver down your spine. 

“finally!” you beamed, stepping closer. “see? it’s not so bad.”

his smirk was slow, deliberate. “don’t celebrate just yet. you asked for a kiss, you’ll get a kiss. but i don’t intend to indulge this... lightly.”

before you could fully process his words, he pulled you to him with a firm hand on your waist, the heat of his touch instantly scattering your thoughts. his lips descended on yours, and the kiss was anything but festive — it was consuming. deliberate. the kind of kiss that demanded surrender.

you tried to keep up, your eagerness slipping into clumsy enthusiasm, but he pulled back just enough to chuckle against your lips.

“stumbling already? have you been this impatient all night?” his voice was low, teasing, and threaded with dark amusement. “perhaps i need to teach someone a lesson.”

his other hand slid up your back, fingers curling possessively as he tilted your head back, exposing you further to him. “a christmas eve kiss,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, “should be unforgettable, don’t you agree? and if you’re going to plead for my participation, i expect you to do it properly.”

the words sent heat coursing through you, your body pressing closer to his as your breathing quickened. his lips found yours again, this time slower but no less intense, drawing every ounce of focus from you. 

“such impatience,” he murmured between kisses, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before pulling you into another. “you wanted this. now keep up.”

your hands gripped at his shoulders for balance as his lips trailed down your jaw, nipping and kissing with a precision that left you trembling. “i wasn’t... expecting —” you started, but his mouth covered yours again, silencing any protests with a kiss that was pure dominance.

when he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed and heart racing. his smirk widened as he took in your dazed expression. 

“that,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction, “is how a true kiss should be. tradition or not.”

you stared at him, still catching your breath. “you’re... insufferable.”

“and yet,” he said, brushing a thumb over your swollen lips, “you begged for this. merry christmas, my love.”

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[vallettamango]

Will Solace Headcanons

Swiftie to heart

Also loves Conan Gray (so does Nico) he relates to his music in many ways, especially growing up queer in Texas

Sun chips and Doritos guy  

Apollo cabin listens to 80s music (lots of love songs) at the courtesy of the wonderful taste of their older siblings Will and Kayla 

Apollo cabin is filled with music posters (wills personal favorites are the ziggy stardust David Bowie poster and the ABBA one above his bunk)

Sings in the shower, literally you could walk by the communal showers on Apollo cabins shower day and you’ll definitely hear all them harmonizing to baby by Justin beiber

Golden retriever boy <3 !! 

Loves colorful band aids 

Favorite camp snack is red jello 

Can play simple songs on guitar 

His favorite songs to play is stick season and hey there Delilah at campfires

Wears lots of friendship bracelets (has matching sun and star ones w Nico and a rainbow one 🏳️‍🌈 :)

Kids love him

Wears 2 small thin silver or gold hoops earrings 

Writes letters to his mom from camp (and to friends on quests) when he’s not busy in the infirmary

Has a stick and poke of a sun on the back of his shoulder he did with his siblings on the last night of camp (Apollo cabin>>) obviously w a safely sterilized needle

Really wants a nose piercing he’s hoping to get one next time he visits home 

Only wears flip flops or Birkenstocks at camp in the summer 

Had a cowboy boot phase when he was 7 (hes our fav southern boy ok.)

Loves having minty fresh breath (from tic tacs)

Has a small collection of different scented hand sanitizers he rotates in the infirmary (like the ones from bath and body works)

Lovessss Peach cobbler (same) and coleslaw especially from his hometown 

Caffeine addict

Loves tangled and treasure adventure movies (like Goonies)

Current fav books are Hearstopper and the song of Achilles 

Elvis music makes him nostalgic because his mom would play it all the time back in Texas (he listens to it when he’s sad)

Chaotic bisexual 

He realized he was bi after a boy kissed him during recess in grade 5

Had a crush on his lifeguarding coach when he was in grade 8

He only ever really ever came out to his mom (who was supportive) other than that people usually assume he’s straight or just gay if he’s with Nico

He never officially came out to his siblings they kind of know or figured it out but Will never feels awkward talking about his sexuality 

Makes playlist for every occasion and people (a Nico playlist obviously, cleaning the cabin w his siblings playlist, working in the infirm etc)

Occasionally enjoys painting (specifically nature landscapes)

He loves picnic/lunch dates w Nico and baking short bread cookies for their dessert 

He and Nicos fav holiday is Halloween they love dressing up in matching costumes (last year they dressed as Nick and Charlie from Hearstopper!)

He obviously has very warm hands

When Will can’t sleep on hot summer nights Nico puts his cold hands up his shirt 

He took Nico to an Arctic Monkeys concert for his birthday 

Apollo is the biggest Solangelo shipper. he even recited a poem about them to them (which embarrassed Will so much) “omg dad please stop!”

He and Nico bicker like an old married couple

He has freckles all across his back and shoulders

A morning person (obviously) he (and his siblings) get up early to clean the cabin and then he goes on a walk around camp during sunrise. If he has extra time he preps the infirm 

Lock Screen would be a photo of the camp strawberry field on a sunny day or everyone at camp fire 

[artdcnaldson]

you’ve really done it this time with step brother patrick i can’t believe my life…… heres some half baked thoughts from the past few hours may they bring u inspo/entertainment 🫶🏻

watched the gossip girl episode where blair gets drunk at the burlesque club and gets up on stage to do a strip tease- need to do that after a fight with “our” mother / douchebag boyfriend and have patrick get all huffy and protective and act like he’s a good guy that’s concerned about you as he pulls you off stage but frantically jerks off to it the second you’re tucked in and his bedroom door is shut

asking him to unzip your dress / put on a necklace for you and making eye contact in the mirror

i know family dinners get heated when it’s the holidays….need to steal a cake and escape to the kitchen pantry with him while your mother screams at your dad for bringing his college aged fiancée to dinner while her current husband sips his whiskey and plots a way to blame it on patrick somehow

need to kick him under the table and have him grab my foot and grind into it😁

i know he insists on using your bathroom for literally no reason. then doesn’t use it. like just stands there on his phone and stares at you through the door and you make eye contact then both go back on your phones saying nothing every time it happens. i DO think about that person that said that he would piss through your legs as you’re pissing like it isn’t a big deal doesn’t even really acknowledge it as u sit there mouth open and after 2 minutes you’re like USE YOUR FUCKING BATHROOM YOU HAVE YOUR OWN and he just laughs from his room

overhearing patrick’s dad yelling at him for hours downstairs when you’re in your room and knowing it must be bad when pat doesn’t even slam his door when he finally retreats to his room…..giving him an hour before you sneak in and wrap yourself around him, give him a lingering kiss on his shoulder and a squeeze as he slides his fingers in between yours. “sorry your day sucked.” “wasn’t all bad.” him giving a sneaky little side eye as you swipe your pinky down his nose and he nips at your wrist

knowing you’re completely fucked when you go to his room and mess around but end up like. making a fort and laughing at nothing all night and when you wake up with your legs tangled ur like whyyyyy could we not have just fucked now i LIKE this guy which is infinitely worse

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8muiIcSCLL/?igsh=MTAzejJ4M3AxbnVibQ==

this is after u kick him down the stairs bc he like. did that guy thing where they ram their thumb into a random soft spot on ur body. doesn’t deter him at all

I miss stepbrother patrick so bad rn </3 i need him, I need the chaos and the wanting <3

He gets under your skin so bad, he hates that you sneak into his room and steal his shirts and things. You like his CD collection, he thinks he’s actually fixing your shitty top-40 taste. You wear his shirts and hoodies and return them to his hamper smelling all sweet like your bath and body works perfume. When you sit on his bed with him and share cigarettes you ash them in a ceramic bowl you made in elementary school that you shaped and painted like a turtle. It ends up staying on his bedside table permanently.

And everyone knows that you two get close. Patrick’s dad doesn’t like it, he “knows his son too well” but what is she going to do? You aren’t even fucking you’re just… too familiar. Patrick sits on the edge of the bathtub while you’re taking a bubble bath, turns the pages of your book for you, talks about his day working at the country club. He gets you high for the first time, and your mom finds you with red, half-lidded eyes giggling over bowls of Mac and cheese while you watch bro comedies on the family TV. She doesn’t say anything. You hated her enough for marrying some old creep, didn’t you?

And god, holidays. Thanksgiving with his mom, his dad, your mom, your dad, your dad’s uncomfortably young girlfriend. You and Patrick delegated to the ‘kids table’ with his little cousins, picking at your plates until you steal a chocolate pie from the butler’s pantry and eat it together in the pantry. You steal a kiss, and it tastes sweet. Your hands both wander, but you don’t fuck. You just… blame it on the wine you’d both been drinking to get through the night. Not any of the rest of the tension.

And :(( Patrick’s bad days. When his dad lays into him and he feels fucking awful. He’s a bad son, he’s a disappointing tennis player, and wasn’t he raised better than that? Look at the bad influence he’s having on you. You give him space, but you sneak into his room, you curl up beside him on his bed, ask him if he’s okay. He holds your hand, lets you kiss his cheek. “Should I just kill your dad?” You ask, sounding so completely serious that he laughs, grinning as you look over at him. “You don’t have it in you.” It turns into a slap fight.

Hnnnnnhggg. Just late nights in Patrick’s childhood room. Playing Guitar Hero, yelling at each other because you keep fucking distracting each other during the solos, and that’s not fucking fair! Going to the country club and he tries to teach you to play tennis but gets frustrated. You drive him to go get lunch and end up wrecking your car and he never lets you live it down.

And yeah, it would be better if you’d just fucked, because now you really fucking love each other.

[wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728]

Until Dawn character hcs

Sam:

Her music taste is crazy. Like the same playlist could have Beethoven, Iron Maiden, The BeeGees and Taylor Swift

Does aerobics in her pajamas

Doesn't know how to order at Starbucks (she just wanted a medium)

Had a dog walking business in high school

Knows how to surf

Will absolutely destroy you in most strategy based board games

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Chris:

Dog person AND cat dad

Far sighted

Huge history nerd, had a ww2 phase in high school that never completely went away

Guy at a camping trip who tells the ghost story that leads up to a joke

Knows exactly what to do when a woman is on her period

Nervous fidgets; bouncing leg, tapping on desk/table, etc

Knew where everything was in his school backpack at all times

Ashley:

Say it with me people: Only. Fucking. Child.

Will get mad at you for saying pumpkin spice latte is basic

Was a horse girl in middle school

Owns more scented candles than a bath and body works

Has gotten her fortune told at a carnival and taken it pretty seriously

Had braces

Smokes weed

Mike:

Track and field

Can't find the clit

Paid other people to do his homework

Wanted to be a firefighter when he was 6

Shockingly scared of bugs, used to make Emily kill them for him, but Jess won't do it

Can swim but doesn't like it

Was really close with Sam when they were younger, Sam is the one who introduced him to the group.

Jessica:

Used to be much happier and more chill before puberty, after which she felt pressure to live up to her looks

Her and Emily used to be super close and she misses it

Was a Frozen kid and still watches it a lot

Most definitely bi curious at least(Emily to blame)

Reads her horoscope but doesn't actually take it seriously

Emily:

Wayyyy to much Disney Channel in her early childhood, now loves drama

The middle of many siblings, acts the way she does for more attention

Was vegetarian at some point

Secretly misses being close with Jess, but makes sure no one knows

Needs rain sounds to sleep

Really wants Matt to stand up to her, this is why she's so hard on him

Matt:

Easily confused when women aren't completely direct

Probably smoked weed at least once, but quit doing it when he started doing sports

Nervous around babies(so small what if he panicked and dropped them)

Had an earring in one ear at one point, but his parents had him take it out and now the piercing is healed over

Can't tell the difference between nail polish shades

Josh:

Would fight god in the Denny's parking lot for someone if they gave him a hug

His bedroom/college dorm is covered in so many movie and band posters you can't see the wall anymore

Talks to cats like they're people

Confused rich(wait his is the only family with six cars??)

Jokes about sex and women, but if he saw a girl being taken advantage of he's gonna slap a frat bro

Owns a VHS tape player

Friggin s l e e p s in checkered shirts

Hannah:

Plant mom

Inspirational quotes on the wall

Best party is a book and a blanket

Nature documentaries

Josh's partner in crime

Loved dolls as a little kid, not Barbies, like baby dolls and porcelain dolls

Fairy lights in her bedroom

Loves music, Josh started buying her cassette tapes and now she collects them

Beth

Can you say LESBIAN?

Is never seen without her hat

Tried to stop Josh and Hannah from causing trouble, it never worked

Uggs and leggings

Smokes weed with Ashley

Her side of her and Hannah's bedroom is so much neater and cleaner

Total metalhead but no one knows bcs "she doesn't look it"

Dr. Hill:

Accidentally opened YouTube once while trying to find the news app

Can't work if the music has lyrics, it's too distracting

Might have a husband

Has such doctor handwriting that he can't hardly read it himself

Coffee addict

911 on speed dial(he's worried about all his patients)

The real Dr Hill is really nice, only the hallucination version is all threatening

Flamethrower guy:

Fucking loves soup

Hasn't bought clothes in years, and got them all secondhand

Has been off the mountain exactly twice

"When did kids get this dumb?"

Secretly stays in the lodge sometimes when no one is there bcs it's shelter and it's kinda fancy

Actually feels crazy guilty for not saving the twins

Was very happy to see Mike making friends with his wolves

[livwritesstuff]

Mid-bath, I realised that Eddie and Steve had daughters during Lush’s peak popularity with the bathbombs and bubble bars, the themed releases (especially for Halloween). How did that go?

omg as a mid-2010s adolescent who *loved* watching lush hauls (Zoella's specifically and that's someone I hadn't thought about in a bazillion years), I cannot believe I didn't think of this sooner

Okay, but I see your Lush, and I raise you this:

The mall closest to their town in Massachusetts (the epic Natick Mall for any fellow New Englanders) just so happens to separate the Lush and the Bath and Body Works by just two (2) stores.

Add a Yankee Candle to that shit and you’ve got a brand new circle of hell – that’s Eddie’s opinion anyways, and he’d be the one to know given how Steve pulls the migraine card every time the girls lobby for a trip to the mall.

Like most adolescent girls in the mid-2010s, Moe, Robbie, and Hazel love Lush and they love Bath and Body works, so it’s a given that they’ll be building time for both into their mall adventure.

For Eddie, it’s his least favorite part of an already not-so-enjoyable experience, because, yeah, one of those bath bombs or whatever might smell nice on its own, but a hundred thousand of the fuckers crammed into a store with less square footage than the entryway of his and Steve’s house…that’s gotta be some form of prison torture (and if it’s not, it should be).

Eventually, Eddie just sets them loose for that portion of their shopping trip, which Steve might not necessarily approve of (but what Steve doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and those two stores back to back definitely would hurt Eddie).

“Do not lose Hazel,” he tells Robbie and Moe, deadly serious even though Hazel is almost ten and the risk of losing her in a real way is getting slimmer and slimmer, “If you are not walking into the bookstore in exactly thirty minutes, I will send a mall cop in to bring you to me the long way. Through the food court where all the kids from your school will be. Capiche?”

The system works – the girls get to spend their dads’ money on over-scented garbage and Eddie gets to retain his sense of smell and his sanity – but it’s only half the battle. The second half takes place at home, in the upstairs bathroom that all three girls share.

“Hazel!,” they hear Moe yell, “That one was mine!”

Steve shoots Eddie a look, as if to say that’s all you, man.

“C’mon, Stevie,” he protests, “I broke up the last one about the stupid hand sanitizers.”

“Nope. You facilitated buying them that shit. You can deal with it.”

Right on cue, they hear Hazel upstairs start to cry. Eddie groans, gets to his feet, and heads upstairs.

Indeed, Hazel is sobbing, because she almost always is these days (Steve and Eddie secretly joke that she’d never cried as a baby because she was stock-piling it all for her elementary-school days), and wrapped in an elephant towel (there’s a hood with ears and everything; it’s very cute). Moe is holding a half-dissolved bath bomb that she’d clearly just fished out of the bathtub and wearing an unreasonably irate expression for what is ultimately just a glorified ball of baking soda and citric acid (Eddie looked it up).

“Dad – Hazel’s using my bath bomb.”

“It’s not yours!” Hazel hiccups.

Eddie squints at the deformed mess fizzing in Moe’s hand.

“I gotta side with Hazy here, Moe. I mean – c’mon. Did you actually want a Santa Claus-shaped bath bomb? Really?”

“Yeah,” she insists, “It’s limited edition, Dad. For the holiday collection.”

Eddie lets out a long sigh.

“Okay,” he says, “You guys are keeping this shit in your own rooms. Starting now.”

[zeeckz]

calling in the strongest soldiers on earth (raidante enjoyers). inviting anyone to join. no particular order. no real deadlines. just some prompts to work with

here's the list as well:

Dante gets stabbed by Raiden using his katana or Alastor (lightning etc)

hotsprings, sauna, spa, pool or beach day

outfit swap (not necessarily canon) (also works if you make raiden a demon & dante a cyborg)

pizza, sundae or... gunpowder food date

family reunion

forced to drag, carry or hold the other

Dante tries to look as sexually ambiguous as Raiden

unexpected affective gesture

the girls' impression (Trish, Lady, Patty, Rose, Sunny..) (doesn't have to be all of them)

they discuss their collection(s)

one paints the other (body counts as a surface)

can't sleep alone

walking the dog (not necessarily an actual dog) (friend suggests Cerberus)

dancing at a party / disco

showering / bathing together (kudos if it's an uncomfortably small space)

the ref is a silly photostock

a well deserved massage

make it medieval (whatever "it" is) (kudos if it's related to alchemy)

Raiden is naked. for some reason.

Dante's showing off the trophy wife (he is the trophy wife)

pajama party

roleplay

babysitting

doing nothing

plastic chair

covered in blood

either one or both of them find raidante content online

holding hands (not necessarily attached to a body)

holiday of choice (your local obscure holiday that stopped being celebrated 300 years ago counts too)

“the moon is beautiful, isn't it?”

can't quit yew after all

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works "The Snowtown Collection" Tealights

Holiday 1999

Found on Ebay, user funmoney247

[rom-e-o]

A Measure of Security 🌟💫✨ (Isabel/Ebenezer)(Constance/Ebenezer)

As we grow and change, security looks different.

Rated PG-13 for suggestive themes. Enjoy!

It was like being in heaven.

Amazing dreams of their night before drifted through her brain like smoke streams, bathing her in a dreamy haze that Isabel Fezziwig would have been more than content to never wake up from. All the lingering kisses, soft touches, and warm embraces from the night before provided quite the convincing argument for her to stay cuddled up in her duvet for the rest of the day, basking in the afterglow of those moments.

Yet, the world had other plans, for she couldn’t help but notice the warm body that had occupied the space beside her the night prior had disappeared.

It was at the sound of the dresser drawer clunking around in its shell, followed by a whispered curse, that made her realize she could evade reality no longer.

Keeping the frilled duvet close to her bare chest, the blonde woman slowly sat up in her bed and pulled aside the gauzy canopy to glimpse the source of the sound that had awoken her.

At the sight of her fiancé fumbling around her bedroom and searching for his clothes, she let out a loud sigh. The woman made no effort to hide her disappointment. Why should she? It was a holiday, she was naked in bed, and he was rushing away to work as if his life depended on it.

“Ebenezer,” she began, trying to keep her voice measured despite her stress, “You’re not going into work today.”

Ebenezer Scrooge, age 25, shot his fiancée a guilty look over his shoulder.

“I’m afraid so,” he replied, pushing his arms frantically through his white undershirt before buttoning it in a frenzy. He had already pulled on his breeches, though his suspenders still hung loosely about his waist.

“You said last night that you were taking today off,” Isabel reminded him, “That’s why you stayed over.”

“I know, I know,” he said, not so much as glancing at her as he continued to hunt around the room for his shoes. “I’m sorry, darling, but I forgot that I promised Marley I’d meet him today for breakfast with a client."

"On a holiday?"

"I can’t miss it – it could mean losing his business!”

At her silence, the young man turned to her. He looked so wide-eyed and desperate. “You understand, don’t you?”

She didn’t, but what good would telling him that do? Clearly, he’d already made up his mind.

“Fine.”

Sensing and seeing that she wasn’t pleased, Ebenezer ceased his search and walked to the bed. He sat beside her and, with a tender hand, reached up to her chin. He tilted it upward and tried to charm a smile onto her face.

“Can I make it up to you?”

She was silent, her red-stained lips still forming a crescent frown.

“Here, as soon as I’m done, how about we share lunch?” he offered. “I’ll meet you at the counting house, and we can spend the entire rest of the day together. We’ll go for a long walk in the park and look at the swans together.”

The proposition was intriguing, to say the least. Her lake-blue eyes sought his, hoping to see further evidence of his promise.

“You mean it?” she asked, her voice smaller than she would have liked.

He nodded, the plume of dark hair bobbing in sync with the enthusiastic gesture. “I promise. “

She felt his other hand reach down to clutch her, his fingers pausing to worry the diamond engagement ring she wore on her finger.

“Later, Isabel. You have my word.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, fingers threading through her blonde curls one last time before he stood up and left her.

The kiss had elated her to soaring heights, but upon hearing the bedroom door close and seeing all his belonging collected, she crashed back into reality of being left alone in her dark bedroom.

As she slowly lowered herself back into bed and glanced outside, she noticed that dawn had barely broken.

The sun hadn’t even risen, and he was gone before the first rays of daylight had reached her window.

She had Ebenezer’s word, but she realized with a heavy heart that was all she had.

It was getting colder out, much to Constance DoGoode's chagrin. She disliked the cold, and it was on days when she woke up to frosty windows and a chilly draft creeping through the curtains that she would have been more than content to sleep in the entire day.

Alas, she’d likely need to rise shortly to start the day. Thankfully, her schedule would include spending the day with her fiancé thanks to the fact that the two shared a workplace, and got to walk arm-in-arm each day on their commute as a result.

Yet, when the redheaded American rolled over to press her body against her betrothed and seek to steal his warmth, she found nothing by a vacant pocket waiting for her.

Just as she registered the absence of his presence, she heard the sound of someone at the bedroom’s fireplace. It sounded like someone was throwing more kindling on the bedroom fire. Sure enough, from beyond the thin fabric of the canopy, the telltale glow of a smoldering blaze brightened, it’s orangey halo shimmering through the thin fabric.

Was Magda here early to tend to the fire? No, she would have awoken Constance first. That meant …

“Ebenezer?” she asked, sitting up slowly. She kept the duvet close to her body to fend off the morning chill. Also, if it happened to not be her fiancé on the other side of the bedroom curtain, it would help preserve her modesty. Their activities from the night prior had resulted in her sleep dress and robe to be discarded beyond the foot of the bed.

The sound of an iron poker nudging firewood ceased, and she saw a distinct shadow approach the bed. A tall, broad-shouldered shadow.

Ebenezer’s broad hand slipped through the partition of fabric and lifted it up and out of the way with ease. There, he stood before her, practically bare-chested in only his dressing gown (which he’d donned for the short trip to the room’s fireplace).

“Apologies, Sunshine,” he said, his voice practically buttery with a morning rasp. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I know you hate the cold, so…”

Constance’s heart melted at the sweet gesture. “Aw, Ebenezer…you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I wanted to. It’s only fair, after all.”

As Constance stared at him inquisitively, she followed his gaze to see that he was eyeing the red lace dressing gown that she had been wearing the night before.

Constance gave him a cheeky smile over the top of the blanket. “Well, you did a very good job at keeping me toasty the rest of the night to make up for it."

"Is that right?" he teased, tilting his head with an amused smirk. He puffed his chest a bit, feeling pleased as punch to hear that.

"Besides, I doubt a lace dressing gown would be enough to completely protect me from this cold," she continued. On cue, she shivered as a breeze caressed her bare back and neck. "Heavens! London is icy!"

“Hence the added firewood,” he added with a grin. “Which, with that little task done…”

A thrill shot through her as she saw him kneel onto the bed and crawl over her. It took him little time to reach her, and as she slipped down the silk bed sheets with a joyful giggle, he was quick to align their lips and kiss her fully. With a moan, she parted her lips and allowed Ebenezer to deepen their kiss. She adored giving him initiative as much as he enjoyed taking it, as evident by the way his hands were quick to move to her waist and back, fingertips pressing into her warm body. He held her as if they’d been parted five years instead of five minutes.

When the kiss broke, Constance tipped her forehead forward to bump his.

“I’m dreading leaving this bed even more than I was before,” Constance confided, biting her lip coyly.

With a deep chuckle, Ebenezer pivoted his body so he could slot onto the open space beside her. “I’ll confess, I feel the same. It would be quite wonderful to just spend the day like this…”

He paused suddenly, his voice drifting off as his gaze focused on something faraway. Constance blinked and watched him keenly until he blinked with realization. “Ah! Why don’t we? I’ll close the counting house today. It's far too cold to focus on work, anyway.”

“What?” Constance asked, sitting up, duvet be damned. “W-What about the appointments?”

“There are none today.”

“What about Bob?”

“I’ll send a telegraph to the local office to wire him,” he said. Then, another idea struck him. “Wait, that’s ridiculous! I’ll go to his house and tell him now. It’s only a short walk. On my way back, I’ll stop by the bakery and pick up some breakfast.”

“W-What? Are you sure?”

Despite the question, he was already pulling aside the curtain to head over to his armoire. From there, he proceeded to change into a fresh but warm three-piece suit and long coat. He dressed so efficiently that she barely had time to enjoy the sight of his impressive back and leg muscles (not to mention his adorable bum) moving as he slipped into his clothes.

“Do you want company?” Constance asked, ready to leave the comfort of the bed for him.

Of course, he turned with a smile and motioned for her to lay back down.

“I always love your company, but on this occasion, I’ll take care of it,” he promised. He then leaned in for another kiss, which she was more than happy to oblige.

“I’ll be back”, he muttered softly against her lips. “Then we’ll spend the day together.”

“Really?”

She felt his hand cover hers, his fingers caressing the solitaire diamond band upon her finger. He paused briefly, his fingers uncharacteristically still. When she glimpsed his expression, she saw what appeared to be a touch of faraway sadness in his eyes.

Then, just as quickly at it appeared, it seemed to flicker away, and she saw nothing but her own redhaired reflection in his steel-colored gaze.

“I promise.”

I want you all to know that I wrote this fic while watching the film, and my roommate JUMPSCARED ME by appearing in the doorway the second the intro came on.

"AGAIN? IT'S BEEN 12 MONTHS."

By the way, she knows all the songs in the film and will always sit and watch it. Funny how that works, haha.

Tag list: @quill-pen @crimson-phantom-designs @themostanonymousscribbler @st0r-fruit @ray-painter

[happy-kiss-appreciation-week]

Happy Kiss Appreciation Bingo: Bingo Card Instructions

The 25th has finally arrived! So, as promised, here is the post on how to get your bingo card for the Bingo Challenge that will be taking place in April!

This is the bingo card generator we will be using. As you can see, the site itself has pretty clear instructions: make a comma-separated list of prompts, pick your card's size, then hit generate.

For the prompts we will use for our event, here are all the prompts we have for each category:

Characters:

Kyotaro, Ryoma, Nanao, Taishi, Ichiro, Ata, Maasa, Taiju, Furanui, Karurusu,

Types of Kisses:

Platonic Kiss, First kiss, Hand kiss, French kiss, Goodbye kiss, Goodnight kiss, Greeting kiss, Kiss to Shut Them Up, Forehead kiss, Cheek kiss, Accidental kiss, Kiss it better, Angry kiss, Sleepy Kiss, Drunk kiss, Jealous kiss, Quick peck, Secret kiss,

Things That Make You Happy:

Video Games, Cooking Together, Morning Cuddles, Gift Giving, First Date, Dancing, Make-up, Food/cooking, Sweets, Junk Food, First Snow, Rain, Thunderstorms, Sunshine, Laughing, Pets, Making a Friend, Hanging with Friends, New Hobby, Music, Stargazing, The Beach, Amusement Park, Going on a Walk, Exercise, Reading Books, Sleeping, Helping Others, Bubble Bath, A Crush, Sunset/Sunrise, Scenery/Nature, Parties, Stuffed Animal, Holidays, Vacation, Hugs, Favourite TV Show, Success, Seeing partner in the morning,

General Prompts:

Crossover, Soulmate AU, Hanahaki AU, Jealousy, Love confessions, Artist & Muse AU, Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Only One Bed, Secret Identity, Caring when sick, Canon Divergence/What Ifs, Dreams, Love Triangle/Square, Time Travel, Stuck Together, Bodyswap, Aliens, Honyala Land, Hurt/Comfort, The Dice Game, Team Building, Matchmaking, Transformations, Magical Boy Shenanigans, College/University AU, Royalty AU, Coffeeshop AU, Superhero AU, Witch/Wizard AU, Flower Shop AU, Mermaid/Siren AU, Musicians AU, Celebrity AU, Monster/Creature AU, Fantasy AU, Fairytale AU, Roleswap AU, Fusion AU, Sport/Athlete AU, Roommates,

Kink Prompts:

Omegaverse, Lingerie, Oral, Roleplay, Chastity cage, Collars, BDSM, Virginity loss, Breeding, Praise Kink, Somnophilia, Costumes, Three(or more)some, Spanking, Thigh fucking, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Hair pulling, Semi-public sex, Exhibitionism & Voyeurism, Possessiveness, Marking, In the Shower/Bath, Fuck or die, Drunk sex, Aphrodisiacs, 69, Bondage, Orgasm denial, Begging, Service top, Non-con/Dubcon, Body worship,

Other:

Rarepair, popular ship, platonic ship, polyship, """problematic""" ship, minor characters,

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Remember that, if you want, you are free to opt-out of any prompt category or even specific prompts. Do whatever you think will be the most fun for you.

You are free to pick whatever size you want for your card as well. Yes, even a 1x1 size, if you believe that is all you will be able to handle for this event.

You can "re-roll" your card as many times as you want until you are satisfied with one. Either take a screenshot of it or copy the html code. Then post your card somewhere (doesn't really matter where, just needs to be somewhere you can link back to once you post your work(s)).

(While card posts won't be reblogged, do still feel free to tag them with the 'Happy Kiss Appreciation Bingo 2024' tag if you wish!)

After that, off you go to making your fanworks! Be they fanart, fanfic, gifs, edits, cosplay, videos, whatever you wish! And make as many or as few works as you want! A single fanwork can count as a fill for more than one square on the card.

Posting will mainly happen throughout the whole month of April, but you are still free to post stuff for the challenge after that as well. On Tumblr, post your stuff with the 'Happy Kiss Appreciation Bingo 2024' tag (or @ this blog since sometimes Tumblr decides to be Tumblr). And like last year, there will be an AO3 collection that will be made closer to the date of the event.

So here we go! If you still have any questions, feel free to send an ask! Looking forward to see what everyone makes in a few months!

[gabessquishytum]

I am being haunted by a line in a fic and now I must make it everyone’s problem

Dream has occasionally participated in immortal scales of killing time like days-weeks long sessions of sex because they were bored. (W/ Titania and Calliope and maybe a few others too)

Then he gets with Hob and is almost surprised that the most he ever wants to go is a few hours? Slowly he realizes Hob has always done this sort of thing on a human time scale even when if he stumbled into another immortal partner

Dream getting him to clear his schedule and stock up on bottled water and showing him a good time.

Alternately could be Immortal Throuple especially if Calliope is jonesing for a good long session now that she’s getting comfortable with everything again after Fry&Maddoc and has to introduce the idea to Hob. Or pesters Dream until he introduces it to Hob on the grounds they know each other better/Hob’s usually just a tad more horny for him :P

EEE yes!!! Marathon sex!!!

Hob (who is a sex god, but still a very human sex god) considers a "long session" to be like, 3-5 hours. Honestly he's impressed with himself for going that long sometimes, what with joint aches and 600 year old genitals. Then he finds out that Dream pretty much considers what they're doing to be the equivalent of a quickie before work and he's like "oh :((("

So he clears his diary, buys some extra vitamins, and tells Dream to come over and rock his world.

And Hob has to admit, he gets his mind kind of blown. Of course he has his limits within the human body, but every few hours he slips off into a nap and ends up in the dreaming instead, where Dream can indulge in some of the positions that Hob isn't quite capable of holding in the waking world.

They fuck on nearly every surface in the house during the week, and of course Hob requires a lot of showering and bathing to get rid of the mess, and that becomes one of his favourite things. Usually fucking in a bathtub is kind of difficult but somehow Dream makes it the most relaxing, comfortable experience.

Hob also has to admit that leaning into his horny impulses feels really good. Whenever he feels like kissing Dream or giving him a blowjob he can just do it, he doesn't have to wait until later. And who doesn't want a naked Dream wandering around the flat in between rounds of mind-blowing sex?

By the end of the week Hob is very sleepy but he hasn't felt so good in decades, it's like his mental health has taken a huge boost from all the happy endorphins. When he gets back from his "holiday" his colleagues are all wondering where he's been and why he seems so chilled out... and then they see the collection of hickies running around the whole of his neck and everything makes a lot more sense.

As for Calliope, well. When he finally meets her ex husband's lovely new beau, she just has to get in on the action. She's had a terrible time of it over the last few decades and she just wants to be with people she can trust. She wants to be able to relearn how it feels to be loved and respected.

Hob is only too happy to oblige and book another week off work. At first he's a bit worried about keeping up with two supernatural beings, but they're very considerate and don't really want to do anything without him participating. Things are still difficult so they really need Hob go act as a buffer for them.

I just think that Calliope should be allowed to spend the week domming Hob into oblivion, tbh. Who wouldn't feel better after 7 days of having Hob Gadling totally at their mercy?

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Dramione Month (Part 1)

Dramione Month 2023:

Forced Alliances by writes_and_wrongs - E, WIP - “You no longer belong to a house,” Lupin said. “You belong to your quad. You and your three counterparts will become reliant and dependent on each other. Your success is their success. But your failures will also mean their failures.” Hermione tensed as Ginny squeezed her hand. “You will earn points for your quad. Quad points eventually result in special privileges. This will mean balls, Hogsmeade, trips to Diagon Alley, and trips home on long weekends and holidays,” Snape said. “Without points, you don’t leave.” Hermione’s eyes widened. They’d keep them from going home on breaks? Could they do that? “You can earn points just like you used to,” Lupin said. “Academic achievement, cooperation, and selflessness. You cannot lose points, though.” Hermione watched as the tense room seemed to exhale. “Points earned cannot be removed,” Lupin continued. “It will be your quad’s responsibility to devise a punishment fitting of the crime,” Snape announced.

The Serpent's Den by ourswordsmeandeath - M, one-shot - Harry’s body drops in a heap on the shattered cobblestone. There is a distinct crack as his head collides with a large slab. Hermione doesn’t so much as flinch at the sound. She leans against the ruins of the castle wall, numb. Laughter bubbles from the Death Eaters that loiter about. Some cheer. ... Escape is futile.

Hold Onto Me by JessicaLovejoyAO3 - E, 6 chapters - Hermione Granger, an intelligence analyst working in the Muggle Australian Department of Defence, is tapped to help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement capture serial killer and Dark Wizard, Antonin Dolohov who is torturing and killing Muggleborns, After years away from the UK Magical society, she comes face-to-face with a War that she thought she left behind and Auror Draco Malfoy, who seems to know more about her secret designation than she does.

I Would've Walked Through Hell by Midnight_shooting_Star - E, WIP - She had put her hair back up in a bun and placed a metal clip to keep it in place. She wore a light grey pullover sweater and blue jeans. When she turned into the kitchen carrying her books she stopped dead in her tracks, her books slipping from her grasp. Malfoy turned to face her as he stood near the kitchen window drinking coffee from a white teacup. He wore dark black slacks and a white button-down shirt with a green tie. "I think you dropped something Granger." He smirked as he walked towards the sink to wash out his cup. She leaned down and gathered her books back into her arms. How could they place him with her? If Ron and Harry knew they would freak. She watched him closely, a little unsure. "You chose to come back?" "Hmm?" Malfoy focused on the cup he was washing. "Yes, just like you did, I have classes I want to finish so I can get a certain position in the Ministry." She lifted her left brow. Would they seriously let him work for the Ministry? After everything he had done during the war. What his family did during the war. She pulled on her sleeve that held the scar his left had burned into her flesh. "I guess everyone deserves another chance." She spoke softly.

Dramione Month Ficlets by belladeexx - T, 8 chapters - A short collection of other prompts I fulfilled for Dramione Month 2023. Prompts included: Head Boy/Girl, Class Partners, Professors, Prefects Bath, Firsts, Birthday, Beauxbatons/Durmstrang AU, College/Uni AU Each chapter is titled based on the prompt for the day it coincides with. Tags will be stated at the start of each chapter.

Share My Throne by belladeexx - M, one-shot - "Share my throne." She thinks he's joking. He must be. He's gone mad. He swallows, and Hermione's eyes drop to follow the ripple down his throat. She watches as a tiny droplet of blood moves with him. His hips tilt upward, bringing her eyes back to his. "Is that a proposal?" "Is that a yes?" A wisp of a smirk makes its way back to his face.

Draco Malfoy and the Timeline-Turner by anxiousm3ss - T, one-shot - "He was going to fix the Time-Turner, he decided. He was going to fix everything. It was his only chance." Or the one where Draco is so eager to change the past that he rips apart the fabric of reality.

Crookshanks, Pawns, and the Perfect Snog by violently_verbose - E, WIP - Advertising himself as the purveyor of the perfect snog, Malfoy lures in the anxious and inexperienced with the promise of teaching them his technique—but only for a price. An outrageously exorbitant fee that Hermione has decided to pay.

Assumptions and Misconceptions by art_emissss - T, one-shot - Malfoy, undeterred by her icy disposition, took a couple of steps closer. "Can't I inquire about the well-being of my former classmate? It has been a long time since we last saw each other." "As if you missed me." "And what if I did?" Or: the one where they are Headmasters of competing schools.

The Idiots Guide to Traveling Time by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - “Alright, you win. Cast the containment charm so we can put it under the glass.” Draco says, quickly relenting from his previous petty argument, no longer feeling playful in the slightest. Granger just stands blinking, quiet in a way she never is that starts to set off alarm bells in his head. “Granger?” He asks. “Malfoy…we’re not in the department anymore.” - Curse-breakers Draco and Hermione accidently set off their time-turner assignment and get hurdled into the not so distant future. Imagine their surprise to find that they're married with children. It's only twenty four hours...surely nothing too crazy will happen. Right?

An Exchange of Pretty Faces by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - What would happen if Hermione had a magical ancestor who enrolled her in Durmstrang, alongside Viktor Krum? How might her first meeting with Beauxbatons' exchange student, Draco Malfoy, go differently this time around?