#boi this was a longer post than I thought it'd be

[sebastainstansupremacy]

Before he Cheats

'Before he Cheats' inspired by Before he Cheats by Carrie Underwood

Pairing - Toxic!Rafe x Toxic!Reader

Warnings - 18+, mentions of; drug use, alcohol use, abusive behaviour, toxic relationship, sex, degrading?

Word Count - 1455

Note - I write so many fics and never post them so decided to share one. Couldn't resist my first short one being a toxic Rafe one because of course he's an angry, jealous and psychotic boy. But so are you!?

No one thought anyone could match Rafe's quite literally bat-shit-crazy attitude, but you could. The two of you were the epitome of toxic love. A constant cycle of screaming arguments; things being thrown from one to another, both verbally and physically; cheating on one another in a hopes to make the other jealous, which always worked; the endless debate of whether you were a couple or not; and in those very few moments you both saw sense which ended in extremely hot, steamy, rough make up sex. 

The thing was neither of you could be apart, you would never find another lover. It was easy enough to find a quick fuck, someone to make the other envious, but there wasn't a person in the entirety of Outer Banks that would be willing to see past your psychotic behaviours, or your ex's. You may be the hottest little thing in Figure 8 with all puffy, pouty lips and dark siren eyes, but the risk of their life if they came within an inch of Rafe was not worth it.

And so, here you were again - seething. You saw red, nothing but rage coursing through your veins, staring at him from across the bar not taking a single interest in the cute guy trying to converse with you, tempting as it was. Instead watching your current 'ex' or 'boyfriend', after the argument you two had the night prior which left your voice horse and his face still lingering with a slightly pink stain of your hand print on his cheek, flirting with some bleach blonde bitch wearing a skimpy little top which did nothing for her small tits. 

You felt bad for the girl, sure she'd get a quickie out of him; he'd take her to the bathroom, not before purchasing a greasy condom that that had probably been in the machine longer than he'd been on earth, give her a half arsed fuck leaving her unsatisfied but most certainly wanting more from him. Which he could never give her. 

Your eyes squinting so violently at her, you might have actually broken the glass of cheap cocktail she was trying to seductively sip on. Rafe on the other hand was doing a very good job at pretending you didn't exist, probably the combination of whiskey and coke making him disoriented. It'd be a miracle if he could even hear anything the bleach blonde was saying to him but he could definitely feel her hands, the ones covered in chipped white nail polish, getting a little too frisky for your liking. 

Though the second you felt a pair of large hands getting a little too frisky on your own waist, a small smirk appeared on your face. Two can play at that game, Cameron. It didn't take long for your tongue to be slipped down the throat of the handsome guy, who name you hadn't asked for or hadn't heard when he had been attempting to chat you up. He'd whispered something about pining you down in the back of his car and giving you a ride. 

Your cunt already dripping wet, not at the thought of getting fucked by this hot guy (that was a bonus) but at the sight of Rafe all red faced with those veins on his forehead slightly bulging due to the fact that he was furious that you were being satisfied by another man. Slipping effortlessly from the stool you had been sat at, the alcohol you had been consuming, a little too quickly, washing over your being and giving you that last bit of confidence to really piss Rafe off. 

Hands pulling you towards the exit of the dimly lit bar, your head turning once more to look at Rafe, whose interest had finally peaked, his eyes glaring over at you in disgust. You flash him a petty smile before leaving, door slamming behind you. That was his cue to take little miss desperate to the bathroom and fuck his anger away. 

Led there in the back of this random guys car, seemingly unsatisfied. It was over before it began, pretty boy all putty in your hands, or pussy. Cum dripping down your thigh as you sat up to pull your lacy red thong up, the one Rafe loved so much. You were kinda hoping it'd been his seed filling you up. 

"We should do this again sometime", he whispered in your ear, a little too close for comfort now you had what you wanted from him. You didn't respond, just a small 'hmm' escaping your wet lips. His phone shoved into your hands, clearly wanting your number. He wasn't getting it. And so you typed your name into the contacts app followed by a phone number, it wasn't yours. It was Rafe's. 

You knew that would stir up a storm but you didn't care, you found it hilarious. The thought of Rafe receiving a text from some random number asking if he wanted to come over and fuck. The reaction would be priceless. For about 2 seconds, before he was all up in your face shouting and screaming, smashing his phone against the floor in a hissy. 

And with that, you slid out of the door of this random guys car, blowing him a kiss and winking. "Text me sometime" you joked, you loved watching these desperate men fall at your feet, it was too easy. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable at the post sex sticky feeling between your legs, you decided it was best you left, went back home and slept away your drunken state. 

As tempting as it was to stride back into the bar, drag that little bitch off your man and demand he give you a real fuck so you didn't have find it else where; a rare rational thought crossed your mind that making a scene was not the best coping mechanism. You could deal with it another day, when you were sober. 

But you loved to make a scene, get Rafe all riled up. Only because you know he'd fuck that bratty attitude out of you, even if it was only until you rode out your high then you'd be back to your usual spiteful self. And when your eyes landed on his shiny Range Rover sat all pretty and pristine, an evil smirk crossed your face.

It wasn't like you were doing something so unforgivable, he'd done the same to your car a couple months prior. Slashed your tires so you couldn't leave in the mist of an argument, shouting something about 'facing the consequences of your actions'. Days later you had 4 fresh new tires, curtsy of his truly. 

And if he hadn't replaced them your dad would have anyway. It was no secret that just like Rafe you were a spoilt little brat, receiving anything and everything from your wealthy parents. Their only child, meant you were a pamper princess, they didn't help feeding into your delusions. They were wrapped around your fingers.  

You were doing he a favour really, he shouldn't drive in his state even though he usually would. So you took the pocket knife which was tucked away in your purse, a gift from Rafe that was 'for your own safety', ironic really using it to slide a long, deep scratch into the side of the black car. Slashing a hole in all four of his tires. Contemplating smashing the glass or the headlights, but that could wait till a later date. Maybe you'd use his own golf clubs to do that.

You left the pocket knife neatly sat on the hood of the car, just to make it extremely clear it was you who had ruined his prized possession. Not that anyone else would dare do such a thing to Rafe Cameron, but you would because it didn't matter what you did he'd always come crawling back to and vice versa.

One last look at the mess you'd caused before swiftly leaving the scene of the crime. Ruining him always left you with adrenaline coursing through your blood, maybe it was the feeling of excitement and anticipation you felt wondering what would happen next. How he'd react. More times than non it was anger.

By the time you had showered off the regret of hooking up with another random stranger and led down on your bed, the room still slightly spinning, your phone which you had thrown onto the floor earlier, flickering on 1% had hundreds of missed and texts from Rafe. You didn't bother to call him back just shooting him a quick text watching the blue bar slowly deliver the message before the battery gave in and the entire screen went black.

You; maybe next time you'll think before you cheat :/

[restinslices]

Kinktober Day 1 - Pegging & Sex Tape

Johnny Cage X Female!Reader

Word Count: 2019

Summary: Johnny’s acting career hasn’t been going the best, so you decide to make a different type of movie with him

CW: Pegging, sex tape, feminization, mommy kink, fingering (male receiving), Johnny is a soft sub, reader a lil mean

A/N: Hey y'all! I typically post drabble smut or headcanons so I'm a lil rusty but we'll use this as practice. See y'all tomorrow! Hope y'all enjoy! MINORS DNI

Times had been hard on your pretty boy. He could try to use all his acting skills to pretend to be his happy and normal self, but it'd never work on you. 

You could understand why his spirits had been so low. Everything around him began shrinking - his starlight, the amount of money he had, his social circle, his following, everything. He was forced to watch as everyone started to slowly forget about him. 

He had tried everything. He auditioned for practically every role his manager could find for him. He posted on social media, participated in trends, lowered his standards when it came to scripts, he was trying anything he could think of to extend his fifteen minutes.

He hadn’t thought of everything though. That was okay. That’s where you came in.

“We should just make a sex tape” you suggested while you two cuddled one night. “Then we can pretend it got leaked. Celebrities do it all the time. You really think all of those leaks are accidents? Yeah right! It’ll put a spotlight on your name. If all else fails, maybe people will pay to see you naked”.

Johnny didn’t need much convincing. He even came up with using one of his phones rather than an actual good camera. Said it would look authentic. Would make the “leak” more realistic. 

That’s what you kept thinking of as you stretched him with your fingers. “How'd I get such a filthy slut like you, hm?”. His back pressed against your bare chest, his hands holding his legs apart, giving the camera the full view of his erection and your two fingers moving in and out of his hole. 

“Luck?” he joked. Of course he had some smart comment to say. Wouldn't be him if he didn't. His head fell back in response to your fingers making a scissoring motion, a low whine passing his lips. 

A thought crossed your mind. A thought that gave you full confidence that this “accidental leak” would go exactly as planned. “Look at the camera baby”, but Johnny always had a problem with following instructions. That was fine. The longer this went on, the better. 

You feigned a disappointed sigh as you pulled your two fingers out of his hole, your arousal growing when Johnny sent the most pathetic look your way. And this was the man that convinced Hollywood he was some big shot playboy? No wonder he was an actor. It took real skill to lie like he did. “Why'd-”. 

“I said look at the camera and you ignored me. Your brain shouldn't be all that mushy yet. I only got two fingers inside you”. 

Gods, he was so cute and pitiful. The way he turned in your lap, his legs straddling you, hands resting on your shoulders. “I’m sorry” his bottom lip poked out, making you roll your eyes and push him off you. 

“I'm not sure I even wanna fuck you anymore, Johnny”. 

A complete and utter lie. Your desire to see him fall apart on your strap was still strong, but denial would add more intrigue to the video. “If you're not listening to me, maybe that's your way of saying you don't want me”. 

His head shook, concerned eyes following you as you got to your feet. “I do need you. I want you”. 

“Yeah?”. His serious tone made your heart squeeze a little bit, and you wondered if maybe you should've whispered in his ear that you were only playing before you got up. Too late now. He'd catch up. “You want me to make you feel good?”. He nodded several times, getting to his knees and placing his hands on his thighs, ignoring his needy cock. 

You motioned towards the phone, which watched like some sad pervert. “Tell the camera how bad you need me”. You let out a sigh of relief internally when you saw a look of realization cross his face. Realization, then a look of mischief. 

He took his middle and ring fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them as he looked over at the camera pointed at him. A trail of spit followed his fingers out his mouth, “I need it really bad”. 

“It?”. 

“You”. His fingers circled his hole slowly before he slipped them in, making him let out a breath. “Fuck- I need you to fuck me. Need you to stretch my pussy open”, his breath matched his fingers, which started to speed up. “Don't you wanna stretch my pussy open, mommy? Please-”, his breath hitched when he added another finger. “My fingers aren't enough. Please. Please. I'll listen”. 

You tsked, trying to hide how badly you wanted him. “Keep talking” you instructed. “Can't stay mad at you”. 

Johnny practically rode his fingers. He meant it when he said his fingers weren't enough. They never were. He curled all three fingers inside him, and while that felt good, he needed more. “I need to feel your dick hit that spot inside my pussy. Wanna be under you” he said in between breaths. His free hand gripped one of his pecs, “touch me everywhere. I'll be good. I will”. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed against his nipple, trying to mimic how you'd touch him. Once again it was pleasurable, but he needed you to be the one to do it. “Please…” he added a fourth finger, making him arch in his own touch. “Please hurry. I can't cum if you're not fucking me. My clit needs you so bad” the words came out whiney, full of desperation. His hand moved from his pec, going down his torso until he reached his dick. He wrapped his hand around himself, shuddering when his thumb swiped against his slit. “Shit- I'm ready! Can't you see I'm ready?”. 

He opened his mouth to let another plea fall from his lips, but all that came out was a groan when he felt you grip his hair and tug his head back. 

You looked down at him, watching as he worked his fingers inside his ass and around his dick. “Ple-” his words were cut short when his eyes finally landed on the pink dildo attached to you, wide in girth with an average length. And of course because Johnny was your good and desperate boy, he didn't need to be told that he needed to get you wet. 

He whined at the loss of contact, but knowing he'd finally be getting what he wanted made him spit in both his hands and wrap it around the rubber cock. His hands pulled and twisted around it, taking pleasure in the way your nails scratched his scalp. 

“Good boy” you cooed in response to him taking you all the way in his mouth. His eagerness showed in the way he sucked you; fast and sloppy. Spit dripped from the sides of his mouth, and the sounds of his moans mixed in with gags filled your ears. And as his eyes remained on yours, you couldn't help but wish that the dick attached to you was real. Maybe someone could magic it or something. You'd ask later. 

His breathing was heavy when he finally came off you, not even bothering to wipe the spit on his chin. “Come on! I'm ready!” he whined. “Please fuck me. Haven't I been doing good?”. He moved so he was on his hands and knees, eyes on the camera. “I really really need it”. 

Who were you to deny him?

Especially when he was so cute. 

You kneeled behind him, your hands finding his hips and pulling him close. Inpatient, Johnny reached around to grab your cock and line it up with his entrance. “Johnny, did you ask?”. When he let out a whine, you laughed and squeezed his hips. “I'm just kidding, baby. Go on and don't hurt yourself”. 

Johnny only heard the first part. 

He pushed himself back, forcing himself to take all of you in one thrust. “What'd I just say?!”, he hadn't even heard you scolding him. His moan, which was borderline a scream, was far too loud. You rolled your eyes, watching as he fell to chest. “What an unfortunate consequence that didn't need to happen”. 

“I'm okay” he assured you once his breathing was back to normal. “Can you start moving please? I'm sorry”. 

“Sorry again?” You massaged his hips softly, wanting to offer him a relaxing touch. “You know what? I don't wanna hear anymore apologies, okay? Not even sure I wanna talk to you after how stubborn you've been”. You moved your hips slowly, letting him adjust. “Just talk to the camera. Think you can handle that?”. 

“Yes mommy. Feels so good already” he sighed, the pain leaving his body. “Think I'm close already” he told the camera, “her fingers felt so good. Can I cum again after this? Please?” he turned his head to look at you, earning a slap to one of his ass cheeks, making him groan. 

“Two simple rules Johnny. Talk and look at the camera”

“I'm sorry- FUCK!”

The apology died on his tongue when he felt you pull all the way out then slam back into him. It hurt like hell, but the pleasure it brought him was more intense. His eyes returned back to the perverted camera, but your thrusts remained the same - pulling out slowly then slamming your cock back inside him. 

Once, twice, a few more times later and he felt the knot inside him unravel, cum painting the sheets under him. 

He couldn't cum once and be satisfied, no. His balls still felt full. You still felt too good inside him. But in the same breath, he didn't want you to think he was misbehaving again and be upset with him. 

“Something wrong, baby?” You asked, noticing the tension in his shoulders. You placed a kiss to one, “you feel okay?”. He mumbled some lie about being tired, but you could see straight through it. “Tell me what's on your mind”. 

Johnny, the guy who was known to take hardly anything serious, had the softest sounding voice when he finally asked “are you really mad at me?”. 

You shook your head before placing another kiss on his shoulder, then pecking him on the lips. “I'm not mad at you, babe. You think I'm actually upset with you?”. 

“I wanna cum again… but I didn't wanna ask if you were mad at me”. 

“You wanna cum again?” You asked with a chuckle. Your fingers found one of his nipples, twisting it with your pointer and thumb. Maybe he felt particularly sensitive because of all that was going on in life. Or maybe you were being a bit too harsh. Maybe both. Either way, you could make him feel better. 

Your lips found his, initiating a sloppy open mouth kiss, while your other hand moved from his hips to his other pec. 

Your tongue explored his mouth, swallowing his moans as you started thrusting in him again. This time, you gave him exactly what he wanted. 

Your chest laid against his, letting you be closer to him while you fucked into him, your pace much faster than it was before. “Just- ah! L-like that! Right there!” his moans came out loud and he did nothing to silence them. 

He could feel that special spot inside him being hit repeatedly. He could feel your hands squeeze his pecs and your lips attacking his neck. Everything felt amazing. He wrapped his hand around the tip of cock, making him fuck his hand with every thrust you gave to him. 

“Oh fuck! Mommy!”. 

He imagined himself fisting his cock while watching the video back, and that excited him more. Then there was the thought that other people would get off to this… 

He was such an attention whore. 

“Mommy! Yes!” his chest heaved, feeling himself getting close again. “I love mommy's cock!”. 

His eyes rolled back when he felt you lick a stripe up his neck where you sucked and bit marks into his skin, “yeah?”. 

“Yesyesyes! Fuck! Ah! Mommy fucks my pussy so good! So fucking good! I'm gonna cum again! Gonna make another mess!”. 

The pressure kept building and building until finally it collapsed. He let out a cry, followed by ropes of cum joining his previous orgasm under him. 

You slowed inside him, capturing his lips in another kiss. This one slower and patient. “My good boy” you whispered against his lips. “I bet you look very pretty on camera”. 

Johnny chuckled then pecked your lips, his pleasure being replaced by exhaustion. “You think that was good?”. 

“I think it was perfect”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Saw that you were doing cotl stuff so can we have a lamb x reader sorta thing were reader was one of the first followers the cult had making lamb have a soft spot for them 👀 it can be how a follower was starting a fight with the reader and lambert immediately stopping it despite just coming back frim a crusade and sent the follower to the stocks? No pressure at all i just thought it'd be a fun scenario :3

Lamb with a soft spot for follower!reader

writing this and posting it immeadiately to kind of show off im writing for COTL as well now- any COTL requests sent after like- idk 24-48 hours will be put in the queue like any other request notes: reader is lambs first follower, admin is still trying to figure out how he wants to write lambs personality, approaching this with how he personally perceives the lamb CWs: none

its so obvious to everyone else in the cult that he has a soft spot for you, regardless of if he tries to hide it or not

always without fail agrees to any request you have for him; going out to get something from darkwood to even sacrificing someone

you can get away with most anything, as well, whether it be because he lets it slide or because most of your fellow cult members are too intimidated to snitch on you

instantly breaks up any fights you get in with followers, sends them to prison until he feels theyve been through enough

youre probably his first disciple, or at least one of the first and boy are you dedicated

its not just lamb tending to you and spoiling you, you return the same energy and not just because hes your leader

brings you things he finds while on crusades he thinks youll like- gifts, food, and so on!

you have matching robes, making you stick out from the rest of the followers

imagine having a tent next to his, assuming you dont just outright share with him- always checks in with you before heading to bed if hes not out on a crusade

i dont think he would ban you from going out and risk getting hurt, if you can fight for yourself then he trusts you to go out and come back

leaves you in charge when hes out for longer than usual so the cult doesnt fall into shambles in his absence

[somewhereincairparavel]

🐚 Daughter of Neptune headcanons list 🌊 part one..

Note: I've never done a pjo hcs post like this with the aesthetic pictures and everything- but I've been Itching to make a daughter of Neptune one, since I consider myself as a Neptune child. So this is sort of a self insert haha, and I thought it'd fun cuz I have so many hcs abt this, I've only over seen ppl do a daughter of Poseidon one.

Also this one has reader x Jason Grace as romantic pairings, but it isn't the main focus. Like I said, this is a self insert, and I love my bb jason ;) + imagine having Percy as a big brother, goals fr

• Okay so you'd come to Camp Jupiter at the age of 8-9, so you definitely have a considerable amount of childhood before you came to camp. Which only made it harder for you to adapt to the barbaric ways the Roman camp worked.

• Also, Since Neptune was not a very respected Roman god, your arrival was considered bad luck. Octavian made you go through an intense trial (that motherfucker was like 10 years old and an augur, and was already such a bitch lol) + forced a newly elected praetor Reyna (who was also just 10 at the time) to hold a senate meeting before you were even offered a position at camp.

• Neptune is very feared by the romans though, since he represented the harsh brutality of the ocean, so you got the Roman Nico di Angelo treatment from camp. Everyone was scared of you, flinched when you walked passed them. this was to your advantage tho, since you never got bullied, mostly out of fear.

• so Neptune temples in Camp Jupiter are only taken care of by you, if you left for a quest or something then the shrines would be in such a horrible state, bc no one cares enough to offer Neptune anything or even clean up his shrine. You'd do the cleaning and offering.

• and the worst part? Your dad wouldn't even notice you even after your efforts.

• okay, your powers are quite similar to Percy's butt I feel like since Roman/Greek siblings always have powers that compliment eachother, you'd have better control over the earthly side of the domain. Like you can cause longer earthquakes, control seismic waves, and make volcanos erupt + cause bigger avalanches, Stuff like that.

• Your water control was actually a little limited, up until Percy arrived and helped you enhance your powers. And you helped enhance his control over earthquakes, since his earthquakes usually only lasted for a few seconds, his dad is more water dominant. So when you met him, you knew he was a missing puzzle piece in your life. You'd even be able to communicate telepathically to Percy underwater, a power you both never knew you needed.

• Seriously tho it would be hilarious to look at, bc to the others, you both sound like squeaky dolphins but in reality you are just telepathically speaking with one another. The others wouldn't understand, and poor Frank would be so confused as to why you both are making strangled fish noises

Leo would troll you guys so bad for this lol

• your eyes would actually be black. Not blue, not sea green, just black. Your eyes would literally glitter like black obsidian rocks. because Poseidon is the calm side of ocean, hence sea green eyes for Percy, Neptune is the dark and scary side of the ocean, so that's black eyes for you. that difference would clearly reflect in your guys's eye colours AND personality (I'll expand on this more in part 2)

• but your scariness comes with a downside, you had no friends. No friends, except Jason and Reyna. it's just your dad's naturally strict aura surrounding you that makes your overall personality a Lil grumpy and moody tbh. You did have such a resting bitch face that wasn't helping either.

• Jason, being the noble boy he was, knew you were going to be his friend the moment you made a dramatic entrance to camp for the first time, getting scouted by the waves to New Rome. He knew what it was like to have a powerful, scary dad, but he acknowledged and empathized that you had it harder than he did. He was considered a golden boy, while you were considered a scary bad luck charm. But regardless of that, Jason was your first best friend. And eventually, your boyfriend.

• Reyna on the other hand, badly wanted to befriend you because she admired your mental strength, you were 9 years old and you were openly scoffed at by the legionnaires simply because your father was a scary man. Yet you handled it all so well. But she befriended you a little later than Jason did. Since she was so busy, she barely had any time to chat with anyone. You, Jason and Reyna bonded as a trio when you guys had your first quest.

• Reyna secretly shipped you and Jason from the very beginning lol, bc a Jupiter x Neptune union? Y'all were powerful and cute af together. The mutual pining drives her crazy though, like kiss already smh.

• Also, Nicknames! Your nickname was ALWAYS "kelp head" because your hair was wavy and shaped like seaweed lol. As much as you hated to admit it, the name fit a little too well.

• okay enough with the friendship stuff, let's talk about how much that bastard Octavian makes it his mission to make your life a hellhole. It isn't even funny anymore, he hated you from the very beginning. Not only because you were considered bad luck, it's because he envied that you were a direct descendant of such a powerful God, he couldn't even handle Jason's arrival, yours was just the last straw for him. He opposes your opinions in front of the whole senate + prevents you from getting elected as Centurion + attempts to prevent you from going on quests, bc he can't handle someone else taking the glory.

• He was also the reason you were put into the unpopular twelfth legion. The underdog legion. But Jason? That sweetheart made it worth being in the twelfth legion so you weren't complaining tbh.

• honestly? Octavian and you are famous in camp for your bickering though lol it's just always a back and forth between you and him, such burning rivalry and enmity. You LOVED roasting him and you were fucking great at it too. He deserved that for making you go though hell. You'd laugh like a maniac when he trips and he smirks when has the upper hand against you in senate discussions.

• Reyna is the only reason you both didn't beat eachother up at this point tbh

• once, Reyna came running up to you all panicky because Octavian went missing from camp. In response, you beamed and told her that you'd get the balloons ready in the dining hall for a grand celebration. Jason would burst out laughing lol.

• you'd steal his teddy bears and give them to younger campers, asking them to hide it from octavian. So the younger campers absolutely adore you, unlike the older ones.

• you are also quite the rebel in camp, JUST like Octavian predicted you would be, when you first came to camp. It was actually written in his auguries that the new child of Neptune arrival would be always shafting the rules, since the sea can't be controlled. It's in a nature for a Neptune child to walk their own pace (lol have you seen Percy??) That gave another reason for him to hate you.

• Even some of the lares in CJ would call you an abnormal roman bc you never acted like one. You were wild and temperamental.

This rule breaking tendency you had did earn you lots of punishments that included scrubbing the whole camp with a toothbrush. But it was worth it for you. Camp Jupiter sucked. And you were already in trouble, so what's a little more, right?

• you'd sneak out at night to explore New Rome, because again, the Romans had this weird bedtime curfew like. they have rules for every. Fucking. Thing. It pissed you off so bad. They wouldn't even let you explore the city at night? They were seriously wasting the beauty of the city, You'd definitely rope Jason in to break the rules with you. Like don't be such a goody two shoes smh. I feel like that's what attracted him to you in the first place. He's a goody goody boy with such a boring life, youd just make it interesting for him.

• besides, sneaking out is SO much easier when you can fly. So Jason is your personal airplane. The Jason Grace airlines.

• okay so after all your hardwork in the legion, you'd finally get elected to Centurion, after you successfully finished a quest to retrieve a lost Roman artifact, which was formerly Jason's position and he would become a co praetor with Reyna. But you were still very much disrespected in camp tbh, it just became an internalised thing for everyone to hate you at this point, Octavian was also great at putting your reputation under dirt, but you didn't really care anymore.

• now here comes the catch, Jason and you were sort of in a half-pining half-relationship situation, Before that jerk goes missing. because neither of you knew how to confess, and camp was SO strict when it came to relationships for some reason?? Like even dating has to be lowkey.

• you and Jason are totally the grumpy x sunshine trope lol except you're the grumpy, snippy and batshit one and jason is calm, levelheaded and optimistic one.

Perfect balance. Gosh your dynamic would be so cute :(

• you'd just be grumpily stomping around while jason stalks behind you, laughing lightly. You're super short compared to him aswell, so yeah it makes it funnier.

• You were in charge of welcoming Hazel to camp, since Jason and Reyna had some serious meeting stuff about the new prophecy Octavian told them about.

• poor hazel would be scared to death while meeting you, not just bc it's you, it's bc she just came back from the dead, so this is all rlly new for her.

• That's where you met him. Nico di Angelo. You'd bond over your shared mistreatment in camp. So you became homies w him fairly quickly. He saw you as this cool big sister he could have happy meals with talking abt life.

• you would be a little curious when he keeps disappearing off to somewhere tho, you knew he was lying about where he came from.

Okay part 1 of this is done, this was so long lol, part 2 would drop later, that's where you and Percy meet and stuff.

Update: part two is out! https://www.tumblr.com/somewhereinhogsmeade/746489087922520064/daughter-of-neptune-headcanons-list-part-two?source=share

[littleplantfreak]

A Candle’s Memory

Pairing: Umemiya x Reader

Cw: Fluff and slight hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1782

I did this as an exercise that turned into me writing for longer than I was supposed to because I felt sad about leaving it unfinished. The Prompts were candle wick or an old flame rekindled (I did both) and the theme was : Preservation in preparation for the coming winter, we try to hold onto the last bit of warmth. Write about letting go, or not wanting to.

Oh! Thank you @birinboom, min skat and my lovely beta reader. I wouldn’t have posted it without you 😘

Thunk

Snow hitting your window snaps your mind out of the book you were reading and breaks the immersion completely, causing more anger than fear. You know the face that pops up outside the window immediately as you give him a bored look. For a 12 year old, Umemiya's more dependable than most adults, dragging himself out of bed at 6:00AM to shovel the older neighbors' sidewalks. His cheeks and nose are stained red, and his sniffling causes the window to fog up.

When you crack the window halfway, the warmth is sucked out of your room, the wind blowing the candle you were using as a reading light out. Dog earring the page of your book, you reach out as your hands cover his cheeks, hoping to bring him some form of warmth. You really have to pity his poor skin with the way he gives it no more care than to wrap a scarf around his neck and sometimes bury his face deep in it to keep away frostbite.

"Whatcha readin' this time?" He asks, feeling the blood return to his face now that there's warm skin over his own frigid cheeks. The candle blown out stares him down while the wax cools as if faulting him for its death.

"Treasure Island. You should read it after I'm done." Because he should. You know his taste, and this is something he can get behind. Pirates and adventure for a boy who's got an equally adventurous dream roiling in his bones. He never asks what it's about, and you never tell him, both content at the surprise.

"I'll pick it up on my way to school," Is all he says to that before taking the matches off the side of the table and relighting your candle. He hops down a little ways, setting out to do at least two more sidewalks before he has to go back home and get dressed.

This routine continues until it stops snowing. Or at least you would think it would. He doesn't have any real reason to come back once it's warm enough, you'd think, but when he shows up on a morning without snow, you're a bit confused.

"I saw the candle going again and decided to stop by." He says immediately. It's still cold, but his face is much less irritated by it without precipitation.

"Are you...on a walk?"

"Something like that!" He says leaning into the window, giving no concern over how close he gets to you or the burning candle he almost knocks over. It'd be silly to say you didn't have a crush on him, especially with his constant morning attention and how his smile seemed to light up your room more than your candle ever could.

His eyes go to the book you're reading once again. This time the cover reads Hamlet. When he meets your eyes again, you let out a breath you'd been holding.

"This one is a tragedy, so you might not like it as much." It's more than you've ever said about one of the books before.

"Do you like it?" He asks, gray eyes dancing between looking at your bedhead and the pretty eyes that caught his attention the first time he saw you through the window.

"I do."

"I'll give it a try." He shows a softer smile, less thousand-watt and more warm sunny day. You're not sure if he can tell just how breathless it makes you when he does that. Surely he has to know. The thought of him smiling like that makes your heart twist in an unpleasant way, but you'll be damned if you ever let that monster win against showing him nothing but the smile you return to him.

The one morning you wish he'd come, he doesn't. The dread you feel lays heavy like a rock in your throat as the moving van comes that afternoon, dragging you away from your window. Before you leave, you look from the outside where he'd stand, seeing from his point of view what it looked like sans burning candle. Surely it must look more comforting with the flame and its golden halo.

When you think about him coming back to the dark empty frame, no longer allowed access, the tears you thought would be so easy to hold back fall painfully. The bookmark you lay out on the windowsill that your parents bought you as a birthday present sits limp and dead, and you wonder if it'll blow away before he finds it.

It does not blow away before he finds it, luckily. The unlucky thing is that you're gone. He's been kept away by a fever he didn't think would get worse after the first day. Try as he might've to meet you, the room spun, and he quickly and often became accustomed to the toilet those three days he was bedridden. The bookmark had small pressed petals and a pink tassel to match them. He holds it tight, looking at the window and feeling like it was a closed door.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

When you move back to your hometown, you're well out of high school. The town has changed for the better as you walk through, seeing the community flourish with potted plants in front of stores no longer kicked and smashed, and kids walking together, no nervous glances to the alleyways anymore. You've got an inkling as to who's responsible for the change, but you brush aside thoughts of him even now, the nostalgia keeping you from reading any books you'd shared back then. You'd learned fast back then that rereading them only caused stormy waves to wash over you, soaking you in a delicate sadness.

There are plenty of books in the world. A few are off limits. If you saw him, though, would it allow you to read them again, the way you so desperately wish to? Sometimes you wonder if it's the books you miss or the interest Umemiya gave to both you and the pages.

You buy your old house from your parents, who never got around to selling it. It's run down and dusty, and the rooms are the same as ever. You can't bring yourself to take any room but your own from back then, setting it up differently except for the desk against the window.

The old scentless candle is now replaced with a sweet lemon one that you allow to burn while the window stays open well into the later evening. The lack of scent back then was only due to your parents who weren't pleased with your staying up past bedtime, hours into the next morning, and then sleeping when you got home from school until you started the cycle once more.

The house feels better now that you've got it clean, at least. There are carpets to rip out, and leaks to check. The backyard is overgrown, and the light in the shed refuses to work, but this is home. It feels more like home than the house you'd moved to all those years ago.

The next day, you walk back to your house from the library with a stack of three books nestled close to your chest. You can't help your eyes flickering to the large figure making his way to the door you've just come out of, and when you hold it for him, you're more sure than ever.

"Umemiya Hajime, is that you?" you ask, voice a little more enthused than you'd wanted it to be. He looks once, then to the door before he double takes. You can see the cogs turning in his mind, with the cutest pout you didn't know a grown man could make. Your name falls from his mouth like a question. "The one and only," you say, and your smile turns fond, remembering just how much tinier he used to be. You were always taller than him, at least from your seat at the desk, but now he towers above you.

"It's really you," he breathes for a moment, looking at the differences and picking them out easily. He feels like it was just yesterday that he leaned too close to your candle, singeing the end of his scarf by accident. He remembers the look of panic when you realized he was on fire and started smacking at him with your book. You'd ended up having to buy that one from the library due to the soot and small scorches to the cover from your rescue. He still has it on a shelf in his room, insisting he'd pay you back, but you said it'd be a late Christmas present despite it being closer to Valentine's day than anything. When he brought it up back then, you'd waved it off, stuttering something about how it was more about intention than actual calendar dates.

"Are you visiting?" He asks, not having heard that you were around from anyone, but you always were a bit more introverted.

"I bought my old house and moved back actually. There was a job with a 20-minute commute from here, so I figured it'd be great to be somewhere familiar. I didn't know Makochi changed this much." He sees the crinkle of your eyes and the smile you throw to him when you say the last sentence, knowing you've always been fully aware of his dreams. Seeing that was worth more than any praise. The look was praise itself, maybe, given how it filled his chest with a warmth that had him laying a hand there as his fingers played with the neck of his shirt as he tried hard not to fist the fabric.

"If I'd known, I would've stopped by sooner."

"You know now, so stop by whenever you want," you laugh, because years ago, he would never have been shy about it. The book you see he's holding has something pink attached. A memory surfaces, spanning over years of living in a separate, different place, only to settle right where a story ended. At least you thought it had ended, but maybe you'll have to crack it open again just to be sure.

"This time, you can come in through the door."  You walk off with a wave, thinking about lighting that lemon scented candle again when you get home. You let it burn long enough last time for the memory to shape the wax into a nice, even pool, which will help the wick burn slow and steady once you relight it.

[gofancyninjaworld]

The Ante Has Been Upped... Again

First posted to r/onepunchfans (check it out -- it's small and friendly!) on 17 October 2024.

(My RSI is still causing me problems, and it'll take quite a while to heal completely; I am trying out dictation software. Let's see how well this works.)

Ages ago, I remarked that ONE was going to have to be more clever about how he took Genos down in the manga, seeing as the latter was now wise enough to ambush and be able to keep several bits of information in mind on a battlefield.

99 problems but indeed, letting his guard down has NOT been one of them.

Indeed, ONE responded. No longer were Genos and Tatsumaki taken out in an ambush. Mere ambush they could recover from. Instead, they were ground down, forced to dig deep again and again until they came up empty-handed.

How bitter it is to truly give it your best and have it not be enough.

The OPM manga Heroes aren't terminally proud or self-absorbed, considering it shameful to cooperate, so it would take a better Monster Association not to get summarily wiped out. ONE responded. Psykos in the manga is far cleverer and more systematic than her webcomic equivalent, which I laid out in detail here. The scary thing is that had God (no ID) not put a thumb on the scales, the heroes would have still wiped out the monsters: the S-Class heroes were just that potent a threat*.

The secret ingredient to absolute unfairness is Yeastiness.

Come to that, the heroes have not all retreated into their burrows to lick their wounds in the aftermath. They are comparing notes. As far back as the manga-only chapter 20, we saw the Hero Association considering systematically investigating potential future threats, so those threats have to up their game.

Yes, this is Sekingar's first appearance. And even back then, they were thinking beyond just responding to the disaster of the moment.

The first shots have just been fired in the current arc, and oh boy, is this organisation going to live up to its billing as a threat so terrifying that it made the Monster King look mild.

We ain't seen nothing yet and already it's looking like the old chickeshit might have a point.

Webi made a mistake throwing in her lot with the Neo Heroes. That much is clear regardless of version. The cost to Webi in the webcomic has been limited to dodgy parts that tie her into the maintenance schedule and life-threatening overheating. In the manga, what has happened to her is far more invasive. They have connected her brain to the main server and made her into a device through which they can surveil the world.

"We see you, little mouse," they say through her to Isamu, " and will catch you in time, don't you worry." Chillingly ruthless. Terrifyingly aware of potential threat.

Of course, there's the possibility that Webi is choosing to warn Isamu to be very careful lest he gets caught. Either way, this cat-and-mouse game is going to be a most deadly one.

many a person whined about Webi not being creepty enough. Well, she's not just creepy -- those aren't just *her* eyes looking at Isamu. Y'all better be quiet.

Sekingar and Isamu had best tread real carefully. This is gonna get hot fast.

*More thoughts

Looking back at the MA arc in the manga, all of Psykos's planning really wouldn't have saved the day. Without 'God', Orochi would have eaten her, Tatsumaki would have pulled up and crushed Orochi completely as he'd have had no barrier and no super-divine offensive power. And the heroes would be ready for the cadres.

It'd be all over but for Garou showing up to try fighting the heroes. Which would have been a decent story too! But ONE doesn't settle for decent when he can have awesome.

[our-trans-youth-experience]

I feel so hopeless.

I don’t think I can wait until im 18 to transition. I dont know if I can even stay alive that long. Hell I cant stand the thought of having this body for 5 more years. My mom recently told me that she wouldn’t bear to look at me anymore if I ever got an abortion or top surgery, which I know is wrong for her to believe, but it still hurts so much. I’m not even out to her yet and she’s still being transphobic towards me and honestly I didn’t think that was possible. I don’t feel like a real transgender because I can’t even decide on a name for myself. I don’t even look like a boy. The only thing I can do is bind. My transmasc friend can pass so much better than me, I feel like he gets misgendered so much less than I do, and I just think he’s so lucky. Is it wrong for me to think that? I don’t know but I’ve lost so much hope. I don’t know anything. And it just feels like no one else really gets it.

I don’t know if I can do this anymore.

I’m sorry for the heavy ask.

-Lib (maybe, still considering other names)

Hey kiddo,

I know it feels hopeless, and I've been there (and still am there sometimes ngl). Your mother doesn't sound like a very good one, if she won't support her child's decisions about what they do with their body. It's your body, so it's completely up to you what to do with it even if that means you lose your mother's support. I'd recommend you avoid coming out to your mother as I don't think it'd be a safe thing for you to do. It's hard, not being "properly" out, but it'll be worth it in the long run.

You are really trans, you aren't faking it. You're trans enough and I believe you. If you still look "like a girl", I believe you and am currently in the same situation. Some of my trans friends change their name every week, some have multiple names at once, it doesn't make them any less trans. You say you can bind, so hang onto that because that is awesome! (That being said please remember to do so as safely as possible even if you have really bad dysphoria)

Please try not to compare yourself to other trans people you know, it doesn't help. However, it isn't wrong for you to be doing that because we all compare ourselves, although we probably shouldn't. Transition is not linear and everyone's transition is different and at a different pace because everyone's situation is different. So if your transition is at a slower pace, that doesn't make you any less trans, your journey just has more turns and is a bit more complicated.

There is hope, and I know it's what everyone says but I promise it's true: it does get better. It's not going to happen overnight, but things will get easier.

You say that noone really understands, but I promise I do. I'm still a kid, with an abusive/unsupportive mother, who has a few years left until I'm an adult and will likely rely on my parents for a while longer. I haven't come out to any of my family and only some of my friends, and I still look as much like a girl as I did when I was 5 years old. I struggled for years and still do, although I think I'm recovering. There's a whole bunch more, but simply put I'm in a very similar situation to you, you're not alone I promise.

It's not hopeless, I love you and I am here for you, and I need you to stay, even though I know how tough it is. Please reach out to me whenever you need to, I would be happy to talk to you as a friend and both my messages and my inbox are always open, although I'll likely reply to messages more quickly and they won't be posted. You are so loved, and I am here for you, stay safe <3

-Sage (he/they) :)

[sunshinebarbarian]

Hello!! You can call me Pigeon! I'm 23F, from Portugal. I'm making this long ass post to give a little background information about the blog. I'm usually not into games like BG3, so I was a little late to the party, but boy am I glad to have arrived.

Click here to see the list of what I've already posted <3

I'm also posting on AO3!

One of my best friends kept talking to me about the game for YEARS and at some point last month Instagram decided to start recommending me fan edits of Astarion (which is funny because when she first asked me years ago who I'd pick, I very decidedly said Karlach) so I caved, and asked her to let me borrow it from her. When I was about 80 hours in, I broke and actually bought the game, because her account was being used and I didn't want to wait to continue my playthrough.

Neither of us expected me to get as much into the game as I did. Seriously. There's like 12 pages of screenshots I sent on discord of my own gameplay (a lot of it is Sol and Astarion kissing, oops), not to mention the unholy amount of reels and videos related to the game that we send each other.

Anyway, after about 180 hours (if you don't count the hours lost when I fucked up and had to reload the game) I finished the story, and proceeded to go cry in the corner. Instagram once again came to the rescue, when I started seeing posts from @meanbossart and I actually got obsessed with the way he draws his characters. I'd ride his dudrow to the Feywild and back if I had the chance. I'm not much of a visual artist, but I always loved writing, so I started writing Sol's adventures, because I was absolutely not ready to say goodbye to her (we spent over a month together! that's longer than some of my relationships). I'm doing it for myself, but I figured someone out there might enjoy it too, so I'm posting it. Plus this way I can save it more neatly than if I just keep using the notes app on my phone. I'm not new to Tumblr exactly, but I have never used an account for more than just snooping for particular posts. There's also AO3, but frankly that website confuses me and intimidates me.

Now, about Sol, and her story: I'm starting it pre nautiloid abduction, and will follow the choices that I made during the gameplay. I'm going to add some filling, to flesh out her character and her relationships with the whole gang, as well as just to give uniqueness to her story (otherwise you could just. play the game. and it'd be the same thing.). When I was creating Sol, I decided that I would play her as myself, making the choices that I would make, doing the things that I would do, so, the filling will be game/lore accurate still, and it will be based on my reactions and thoughts about game events. Luckily I have twelve pages of screenshots and a lot of messages to guide me. Once the game story is finished, I have ideas for how things will continue, because I refuse to let certain things remain the way they are, and I have attachment issues.

[tunabesimpin]

🐟 Tuna Sea-Side, Side Quest! 🐟

[800+ Followers Event! CLOSED]

EVENT MASTERLIST | EVENT TAG #TunasSeaSideSQ

[After a long string of exams, a break finally comes! Whether you passed your exams flawlessly or barely grazed by, it doesn't matter anymore as all you can think about is the free-time that awaits you! Just as your heading back home for the day a shiny poster catches your eye!

(The poster reads) "Come one and all! Tunas Sea-Side party! An all expenses paid summer sea party is being held at the coast of the Coral Sea! Just bring yourself, any floaties, and something to swim in! Lots of events! "Capture the flag! Splash Contest! Beach Volleyball!" We'll be staying at a Villa provided generously by Rook! And Catering thanks to the Monstro Lounge! Hosted by TUNA! Rook! and Azul!" --- It sounds too good to be true... You cautiously take a rsvp paper attached at the bottom and shrug. Oh well, can't be worse then what you've had to deal with already! ]

Tuna is hosting a beach party and everyone is invited! Did they have to use all their savings for this? maybe... Did they also have to sign a contract with Azul to make it happen? Also possible! But Tuna has a bit of a surprise in store for all who come... 😈 Through some magical sweet talking and a LOT of pleading, this party is coming to fruition.

Featuring favorites like; Rook, Azul, the Tweels, Ruggie, Leona, and a plus one of your choice!

Starting May 21st and running until May 31st, send in your RSVP and join the event! (any submissions sent after May 31th 11:59pm PST will be sent to the void! 👻 )

EVENT RULES!

In order to make sure everyone gets to enjoy the event, please follow the rules below!

Must be following me & reblog the post! After all the more the merrier!

Please submit an ask describing what your favorite summer activity is or what you plan to do at the party, your favorite color, & what you plan to wear and/or bring along! If you plan to bring a plus one, please tell me who it is and how you convinced them to come!

You must include a reference link to your character or a physical description of your character!

You may only send in one request! Multiple OCs are OK, but please limit it to 3 characters total (including any plus one twst boys!)

Finally, be open minded! My writing skills are still in development, so characters may seem a bit ooc at times;; I apologize in advance!

OPTIONAL! If you want to make your own art or writing inspired by this please tag me and use #TunasSeaSideSQ I'd love to see whatever you create! ^O^

If your worried about your references, feel free to PM me if you have more info you didn't want/ couldn't include in the ask!

By sending in your RSVP I'll sketch your OC (s and plus one etc) and write a little drabble on how it goes down! ^v^ You're OC will also be included in a final full art & short drabble with everyone involved!

Please also note that responses may take longer to be released! I plan to work on these over the next few weeks so things might run into mid-June to receive a reply! Thank you for your understanding!

This is in honor of reaching 800, 700, and 600 followers! I never did a fun event for these milestones so, I thought it'd be perfect timing to have some fun! Plus I need a bit of practice on more normal sketching rather than chibis lolol!

Oh! and the special surprise will be released with the final art! (aka after everyone's request has been finished! ^v^)

Thank you for your support & interest! I hope to see ya there! 🐟

[naughtynoodle056]

oh wtf did they mean by that like .. your characters are obviously Black - you could post just the lineart and it'd be obvious??

okay first of all I LAUGHED when I read this ask because I literally feel the exact same way, but allow me to take you and the rest of my followers on this journey that has made me decide I'm a villain now. Buckle up, this post will be lengthy xD.

Person (not artist) confused my OC Shay (the girl right next to Leo) for my OC Xander (the boy on the far left). I got really frustrated because I chose Shay to sit next to Leo in this piece SPECIFICALLY to drive home the contrast in weight and that even though Shay is in a baggyish hoodie, you can still tell she's slim compared to Leo.

I asked if I was just going crazy or if these people mixing them up werre either 1) visually impaired somehow or looked at this for 0.2 seconds because these are obviously not the same person?? an IRL said that Xander and Shay looked too similarly because of their hair and body type and SKIN TONE and I was like. First of all, 2000s emo kids often had similar hair, that's kind of the fucking point here. Second of all, Shay is obviously shorter and skinny and Xander is CLEARLY on the chubbier sie, so what the fuck are you yapping about? and FInally. SKIN COLOR??? SKIN COLOR??????

Here is this same exact piece but with the lighting effects turned off. Just loud and wrong as fuck

So aforementioned artist offers their constructive criticism that was this

and like no offense but the longer I thought about it the more pissed off I got because first of all,

I LITERALLY DO????? and second of all and the reason I'm evil now is that they don't. RECENTLY they actually drew a black person, but it was still a frustratingly ambiguously black person.

Like what does this even mean bro my art style is like ALL SHAPES?? Like I'm really glad you said what you said in this ask because you're so right, you CAN tell my characters are black or otherwise POC just by the lineart. You cannot do that with the artist that gave that criticism. and then they doubled down when people called them out on how wack of a criticism it was and that they were wrong. I won't be naming them by name publicly because like I said before, I will look like the smaller bitter artist that can't take criticism from this BIG POPULAR WELL MEANING artist, but it felt like they were throwing stones from a glass house at a BRICK ONE.

I was also told my art "has a lot of potential" which is the polite way of saying "your art is mid", generally speaking lmaO.

At the end of the day, it felt like they were making huge sweeping judgements of my art and offering criticsm that was like?? unwarranted and felt more like them outting themselves as never giving my art more than just a passing glance because I dont draw 800+lb fatties constantly. Which is fine, you don't have to look at my art. But don't fucking give me criticism that not only doesn't apply to me, but you don't even follow yourself. Its kind of like if an abled bodied artist who NEVER draws anyone with visible disabilities told a visibly disabled artist that DOES draw a myriad of disabled folks in a loving way that they aren't doing enough and then doubling down with "All criticism is fair critism".

I don't think I'm the best artist in the world or in this kink community, but I know one thing for sure. I'm one of the most consistent at drawing black people in a way that's obvious and with lots of love, so don't you EVER fucking imply I don't do enough while your black people just look like color pallete swaps. Don't come for me on that regard if you have never drawn afro textured hair. And no, I WON'T just roll over and accept that "most feedists favor white or pale eastern asain people". I'd rather die a niche artist who actually gives a shit about representation than to just grovel to people that would not respect me because of my race.

[pavlovianfuckery]

the mental reset button is in the ass, right?

MASTERLIST

A while back I made a post saying that a good hard cry and a thorough fuck while being told he's the most special, cleverest, prettiest boy, yes he is, would, if not fix him, at least do him some good, and someone was stupid enough to actually agree with me, so here we are. Didn't quite get all the way there but it is what it is. Clearly I should never be encouraged because this is saccharine as fuck, and got longer than I had planned, sorry about that. Especially fond of how you can tell at exactly what point the wheels fell off the wagon with this one

linky for those more ao3-ly inclined: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59115091

7.6k of pegging, banter and general buttstuff under the cut

Can I come over?

You frown at the screen. The text is, for lack of a better word, strange. Maybe not in itself, but he always prefers you coming to him, both for what you presume are egotistical reasons and because he's made his thoughts on your shitty little apartment pretty clear. Since you'd perhaps foolishly offered him a key, it's not like he really has to ask, and even if he didn't have it he'd no doubt manage to get in anyway if he wanted to. Yet there it is, and you're not quite sure how to respond. It's pretty early yet, only afternoon, but you suppose it'd give you something to look forward to.

Tonight?

His reply is nearly instant.

Right now.

That's new. You end up typing and erasing a few different things before settling on a simple:

Sure

Perhaps not the most eloquent, but it's not like you're going to tell him 'no', not when he's got your curiosity piqued.

⁂

Something is…off. You can't quite put your finger on what's going on just yet, but it's there. He's not in a bad mood, not precisely, but there's something. For starters, you suspect that he's a bit tipsy. A few months ago you probably wouldn't have noticed it but by now you know him well enough to be able to tell, and he's definitely had a drink or two. And then there's the fidgeting. Of course he's acting as flirtatious as usual but it's almost a bit over the top today, and he's clearly banking on you not commenting on it, but you notice that, too. For a while you play along, but eventually you can't do it anymore.

"Alright, spill."

He frowns at you from the corner of the couch, distractedly spinning one of his bracelets around on his wrist.

"What exactly am I supposed to," he takes a break from fiddling to do little air quotes, "'spill'?"

"Don't get cute with me, it's not going to work." You give him an annoyed look, because this is already getting old. "There's clearly something going on with you today, I can tell."

"You really think I'm cute?" When that little quip doesn't work, he has the gall to roll his eyes at you. "Nothing's going on."

"Are you high or something?"

"Not on drugs, doll, so you can relax." he wraps his arms around himself and shakes his head, not quite meeting your eyes. "Got to say, love how that's where your mind goes."

"So what, then?" As he opens his mouth to respond, you cut him off. "And don't say 'nothing' again, I'm not dumb."

"Even if it's got nothing to do with you?" Why is he so defensive?

"And if it does?" You shoot back, starting to get a bit ticked off. Why does this feel as if it's turning into a fight? Shit. "Look, if it's something you don't want to tell me, I'm not going to fucking argue with you. Just..." you sigh, hesitating as you bite your lip, "you're kind of freaking me out a little right now."

"Aw, don't tell me you're worried about little old me?" He's so quick with it, always deflecting, hiding behind that smart mouth of his. You can't deny that it stings a bit that he evidently still thinks that he has to do that with you. Even though he obviously doesn't return your feelings, you wish he'd at least know that he doesn't need to. He shrugs, tapping his fingers against his side. "Fine. Let's just say that my dinner doesn't quite agree with me."

"You're not going to puke, are you?" You wrinkle your nose at him. It's silly and definitely childish, but the incredulous expression on his face is worth it.

"What kind of question-" For a moment you worry that maybe you've pissed him off, but then some of the tension drains from his shoulders and he shakes his head, barest hint of a smile on his lips. "No, nothing like that." He shrugs and rather than volunteering anything else he flicks his eyes away. When the penny drops, you can't help but feel a little stupid. Right. That kind of 'doesn't agree with'.

"So..." Shimmying across the couch with a grin you lean in and close some of the distance, but not quite invading his personal space yet. "Is it something terribly embarrassing?"

"...No. Just drop it, will you?" And that doesn't sound anywhere near as convincing as he was probably going for.

"You're no fun." With a small pout you run your toes up the back of his calf, making him uncross his legs. "Can't you be a good boy for once and just tell me?"

"What makes you think it's any of your damn business?" There's no real heat there though, so he's definitely more embarrassed than pissed off.

"Well, you're here, aren't you? Kind of makes it look as if you want it to be." When he doesn't deny it, you move a fraction closer. "I'm not going to kiss and tell." You watch as he blinks slowly, once, then twice. So he's at least considering it. Besides, he hasn't got up and left, so it can't be that bad. Keeping your touch gentle, you slide a hand up over his shoulder. Instead of pushing you away he leans into it as you ruffle the soft curls at the back of his neck, letting his eyes slide shut for a few seconds.

"You're adorable when you're all shy."

"Not shy, doll." But his eyes remain stubbornly closed, so you're not sure who he's trying to convince, here.

"Oh, so you just really felt like playing twenty questions today, then?" Maybe you shouldn't tease him like this, but it's hardly your fault that he's making it so easy. "Or is this your idea of foreplay?"

"You're not letting this go, are you?" His voice is a bit gruff and he's still not looking at you, but with the way he's slowly relaxing under your hand, it doesn't feel as if he really wants you to.

"Tell me to stop, then." And then you wait. And wait. The moment stretches on for what feels like forever before he sighs, tenses up.

"I keep thinking about..." He trails off, then takes a few deep breaths, fidgeting again. And then, quietly, in a quick little rush of air; "I want you to fuck me."

"That's it?" Despite the words making want pool like hot lead in the pit of your stomach, you can't keep from letting out a little giggle. "I'm almost disappointed." He frowns, shrugging you off as he pulls away.

"Hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Guess I was expecting something a bit more off the wall than, well…that." That doesn't really seem to help. "Just saying, since getting it out of you was a bit like pulling teeth, I was half expecting it to be, I don't know, you wanting to dress up like a cow and have me play milkmaid, or something." That gets a choked noise from him that's very nearly a laugh. He shakes his head in response, but now he's finally smiling, albeit reluctant. "Oh I'm sorry, were you getting me mixed up with someone else?" At his puzzled look, you gesture vaguely to yourself. "Pervert, remember? Pretty sure you've said so, yourself. Besides," you shrug, "I'm just glad it's something I actually want to do, because if it had been the cow thing I'm not sure if I could've hacked it, honestly."

"Noted." His tone is dry but he seems a bit less on edge, so you consider that little segue to have served its purpose successfully. "So you want to?"

"Mm. Just one thing, though. I get that you're on a bit of a brain right now, but if that's all this is, just leave me out of it, okay?" You very nearly cross your fingers. Now that it's been put on the table, having it get taken right off again would be no fun at all.

"Why?"

"Not sure if this is news to you, but I actually give a shit about you. Against my better judgment, I might add." You pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. Why are you even having to explain this? You know that he's not stupid, so what part isn't clicking, here? "If you're going to feel like crap once it wears off, I don't want to be the reason for that. So just..." You trail off, not sure how to put this in a way that doesn't sound like you're telling him 'no'. "Just tell me that you actually want it, that it's not just someone else living in your head right now."

And that's the rub, isn't it? Because as much as he takes and takes, him asking for something, leaving himself vulnerable like this, is not something he does. It just isn't. As the silence stretches out, you expect him to get up and leave. When he eventually moves, your heart lurches in your chest. But he's not turning away but moving closer, his face all wry amusement.

"While I appreciate the sentiment, this is me." He does a crooked little nod, hitching one shoulder. "Sure, it's not all me, but if it was none, I'd still be back at my place. Probably be white-knuckling it and drinking while I wait for it to wear off. So if it's all the same to you..." Now he's the one leaning closer, until his breath ghosts your cheek, "I'd rather you take care of me, hm?" And it's obvious he's trying to act casual about it, but you can see the way his brows knit together, and despite the airy way he says it, it still lands like a punch to the gut. Even if he doesn't mean it that way, it's still an admission of trust, small as it may be. It sets a heady mix of desire, pride and something dangerously close to love cascading through you and just like that, your hands are shaking. It's almost funny how fast it gets to you, how intensely, because it's not as if you haven't done it before.

"Fuck, you just scrambled my brain a little, I think," you breathe, suddenly not sure where to look. "I feel like I'm going to have to apologize in advance, here."

"Why? Change your mind already?"

"No, but," you let out a shaky little laugh, holding a hand up so he can see. "I might end up touching you like a diabetic middle schooler handling a candy bar."

"Not exactly inspiring confidence there, doll." He's teasing again, and in a weird way it actually helps, comforting in its familiarity. "You sure you're up for it?"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." You plant a quick peck at the corner of his mouth. "I'll take care of you, if you'll let me."

"That a promise?" Even though he's trying to sound flippant, it's a bit more brittle than usual.

"You nervous?" If he is, it doesn't show in the way he kisses you, slow and sure. Still, maybe you should pump the breaks for a second. "Hold on, just, wait." With a sigh, he lets you push him gently away. "Where are you even, um...at, with this stuff? Really don't want to end up hurting you by accident."

"Not sure if I should be flattered or insulted, here." Shaking his head, he lets out a quick little huff. "You're not going to hurt me. Let's just call it dealer's choice, and if I change my mind, I'll tell you."

"That's fine." It's probably as much as you're going to get, but at least you can work with that. "Can I put my mouth on you?"

"You want to-" He splutters, then clears his throat. If he could blush, it looks like that's exactly what he'd be doing right about now. "Why?"

"Because I want to." Because you're beautiful. Because I want to see what noises you'll make. If he thought that you were going to try and get this over with as quickly as possible, he's got another thing coming. Since you're not sure if this will ever happen again, you plan to make a meal out of it, so to speak. "Besides, it's as good a start as any. It'll be good, I promise."

"You're so fucking…" Trailing off, he shifts in his seat, then lets out a shaky sigh. "If you really want to."

"Yeah, I do." Reaching for his hand you give it a squeeze, then press a kiss to the back of it, though you can't help but tease him just a little bit more. "Now, I know how you feel about my shower, but can you please be a good boy and get yourself nice and clean for me?"

"Alright, but only because you're asking so nicely," he grumbles, and while he looks incredibly put upon the whole way, he does go.

As the shower hisses to life, you busy yourself with getting things ready. The harness and the lube turns out to be the easy part, picking a dildo not so much. For a second you think about making him pick just to see what he'd do, but decide against it. In the end you settle for something brightly colored with a good curve and a nicely shaped head, a bit on the bigger side but with enough give that it shouldn't be too much. There's just enough time to lay everything out on the bedside table before the shower turns off.

The first thing that strikes you is how soft he looks like this, hair damp and one of your towels wrapped around his waist. The second is that he smells like your soap, and something about that makes some primal part of your brain almost purr. It's entirely nonsensical but you still can't push the thought down; yours, he's yours.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"For you, maybe," While he's clearly going for nonchalant, the set of his shoulders tell a different story. Despite trying to pretend otherwise, he's nervous, even if it's just a little bit.

"I better try to make it worth it, then. Come here." As you pat the covers next to you, he hesitates, but only for a split second. There's still a few stray droplets of water dotting his skin, making you ache to kiss each and every one away as he reclines next to you. The leisurely way he stretches out on his side is clearly aiming for casual, but not quite getting there. "Do you still want me to?"

"You don't need to keep asking." He frowns as you reach down to card your fingers through his already messy hair. "Are you going to get on with it or do I need to get a signed permission slip first?"

"Depends. Do you have one?" You grin, because this, you know. This is familiar and easy. "It'll have to be notarized and in trip-"

You hadn't been expecting him to let you finish, but you're still caught off guard by how impatient he is. Now that things are getting more real he seems more concerned with getting it over with than actually enjoying it, and the kiss is deep, almost urgent. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you push to give yourself some space and while he frowns at you, he doesn't fight it.

"You always take such good care of me, so just relax and let me take care of you for once," you press a quick, soft kiss to his lips, "there's no rush." This time around it's better as he simply lets himself be kissed but he still pulls at you, dragging you down. There's nothing nervous about his hands sliding up the back of your shirt though, or the way his hips lift as you pull the towel away, leaving him bare. Gliding a hand over the exposed skin, it never ceases to amaze you how someone so sharp can be so soft to touch. Even though he doesn't mark easily it's not that hard to imagine what that would look like as you drag your nails over the swell of his ass.

"Now who's rushing?" He murmurs as you grab at him, blunt fingernails digging in as you gently squeeze.

"I'm not," you sigh, giving him another squeeze just because you can, "I'm just…enjoying."

"Yeah?" Sliding a hand over your stomach he rucks the shirt up until he's cupping your breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb in teasing little circles around your nipple and making you shiver. The hint is obvious enough and as you pull the top off, he watches hungrily. When your hands go to the fly of your jeans next, he lets out a little relieved huff. "Was almost starting to feel a bit self-conscious, here."

"Sure you were." You can only barely keep from rolling your eyes at him. There are plenty of words that come to mind when you think of him, but self-consciousness is not one of them. When your jeans are finally kicked off and discarded over the side of the bed, they're quickly followed by your underwear.

"That's better," he hooks his leg over yours and pulls you close, grinding his half-hard cock against your thigh. Despite the crudeness of the gesture it still feels intimate, and it makes you wish that you could truly have him, that he'd be yours, for real and not just for the moment. Instead, you'll simply have to take what you can get. Pushing him onto his back is nearly effortless, he goes with it so easily. Sucking a lazy trail of kisses down the side of his throat has his eyes fluttering shut as he cranes his neck to give you better access.

"You're so beautiful…" You sigh, mouthing at the line of his clavicle, tracing the delicate bone with your teeth and dipping your tongue into the hollows before sucking the beginnings of a bruise into the sensitive skin at the join between his shoulder and neck. "It almost isn't fair."

"Careful, there," his voice is a soft rumble under your lips as you kiss your way down his chest, "keep talking like that and I might start to grow an ego."

"Mm, can't have that, can we?" You wish that you could see his face right now, because the noise he makes as you drag your tongue over one of his nipples is damn pretty, too. Enjoying the way his breath hitches, you can't help doing it a few more times before moving on.

While you do have an end point in mind, it's hard not to get sidetracked as you kiss your way down his body, briefly dipping your tongue into his navel as you go. Usually he's the one between your legs and not the other way around, but you don't mind the reversal. Not when he spreads them so readily, the soft hairs there tickling your lips as you kiss the insides of his thighs. For a second you're sorely tempted to bite him, to litter the creamy skin with bruises, but instead you nuzzle him gently, trailing kisses up to the crease of his thigh. Licking a fat stripe all the way up to his hip is messy and entirely self-indulgent, but you do it anyway. As you suck a bruise into the line of his hipbone he bucks underneath you, stiffening cock brushing your cheek. Even though you hadn't been planning to, you kiss him there too, running your tongue up the seam between his balls and up his shaft before wrapping your lips around the swollen tip.

"Fuck, doll," he rasps, chest hitching as he settles a hand over the back of your neck. The grip is gentle though, which is good since he'd just reminded you what you were actually supposed to be doing. Still, you give him a few slow sucks before pulling away, drawing a frustrated little sound from him. You press one last kiss to the tip of his cock before tapping his hip.

"This'll be easier if you turn over." He's quicker about it than you'd thought he'd be, rolling over onto his stomach without protest. The smooth lines of his back almost make your mouth water and for a moment all you want to do is kiss him again, every single inch, from the curve of his shoulder and down the dip of his spine. Instead, you grab his hips, gently directing him. "Up a little bit, sweetheart." For a moment you think that he might comment on your choice of words but in the end he doesn't, only hesitating for a second before getting on his hands and knees. Inwardly, you heave a sigh of relief. "For a minute I was worried you were going to make me say 'please'." Gliding a hand over his ass, you hum. "You're very pretty like this too, you know. How's that ego coming along?" That gets you a small huff and an eye roll in return.

"You don't have to," he licks his lips, then looks away. "It's not like I'll break if you don't, you could just-"

"I know." You press a quick kiss to one of his cheeks, giving the other one a squeeze. "Really want to, though. Think you can let me, just a little?" He's so tense that he's almost vibrating under your hands, but he lets you spread him open, shivering as your breath wafts over him. When you lap at him the sound he makes has you wishing all over again that you could see his face right now, but you only continue for a few moments more before pulling away, running a hand down his side. "Want me to keep going?"

"Yeah, that's…" he trails off, sighing as you lick at him again. Running the tip of your tongue around his rim has him letting out a low moan. For once there's no wisecracks, none of his little power plays, just the rustle of the sheets and him slowly relaxing into the intimate touch with hushed little noises you're pretty sure he doesn't mean to make. When you probe at his entrance with the tip of your tongue he swears quietly under his breath, back starting to arch as he leans into it with something that's almost a whine, and as you push in as far as you can, that 'almost' turns gossamer thin. The feeling of being the one that picks him apart for once is something that you can definitely see yourself becoming addicted to. Every little sound from his pretty mouth goes straight to your core, the heady feel of being the one doing that to him making you slick with want. By the time you press one last sloppy kiss to his asshole your jaw is getting sore, but seeing the mess you've made of him makes it worth it. He's trembling, cock dribbling pre-come, back tense and altogether too lovely.

"You…" he pants, almost sounding disappointed, "you're stopping?"

"Oh, so you liked that?" You mouth at his cheek before biting down on the soft flesh, just a little. "It was kind of hard to tell."

"Fuck you." The words are a bit too slow and shaky to be entirely convincing.

"Is that your way of saying you changed your mind?" You run a finger over his saliva-slick entrance, gently pressing against it. Rather than responding right away he presses back against you, but when that doesn't work to speed things along he hangs his head, his frustration palpable as he heaves a sigh.

"…No."

"Just checking." As you keep rubbing at him in soft little circles he shivers, and that's about as much of this as you can take. "Not to complain about the view, but can we move?" Planting a quick kiss at the small of his back, you gently press your fingertip against him, just teasing.

"You know the kid-glove treatment really isn't necessary, right?" Despite the huffy way he says it, he's not pulling away.

"I know." And you do know, but that doesn't mean you feel like skipping ahead either, not when he seems to be enjoying it, no matter how much he tries to pretend otherwise. "I just want to make sure you feel good, you deserve to. Besides, I'm enjoying the hell out of this." Bending back down you drop a kiss to his ass-cheek, sucking a bruise into the unmarked skin before poking the back of his thigh. "Now move, I want to play with you some more."

"Someone's bossy tonight." But he does move, stretching out on his back and giving you a salacious look as he spreads his legs. "This better?"

"A little. Still room for improvement, though." With that, you grab the discarded pillows at the end of the bed before tapping his side. "Up."

"See what I mean? Bossy." He lets you slide the pillows under his hips though, and while not perfect, it's an improvement as far as angles go. At least this way, you'll be able to see what you're doing. Ignoring his little quip, you kneel between his legs and lean forward, caging him in with your arms. It's not a position you're that used to being in, not this way around, but it's one you could definitely get used to.

"You good like this?"

"Will it make you get on with it faster if I say yes?" He shoots back with a lopsided grin, hooking his legs around your waist and grinding up against you.

"Pretty sure it wouldn't kill you to stow the attitude," you sigh, bending down to nuzzle the side of his neck, humming as you plant a few small kisses there. "Can you do that for me and maybe save the mouthing off for some other time?"

"And here I thought you liked my mou-" Before he can finish you bite down, hard enough to leave a bruise and make him let out a small laugh, legs dropping back down. "Alright, point fucking taken," he groans, the vibrations of his voice humming against your teeth. "I'll behave."

"Good." Dragging your tongue over the reddening skin, you give the spot one last hard suck before letting go and reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. You half expect him to start right up again, but he doesn't. Instead he simply watches as you slick your fingers up, eyes heavy-lidded and hands twitching restlessly at his side. As you circle his entrance he shivers again, legs spreading a bit wider apart.

"This okay?" You flick your eyes to his face as you sink a finger into him, watching the way his throat moves as he swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Not made of glass, doll," he murmurs as you gently thrust a few times, "don't have to be so damn careful." Rather than argue you add another finger, making him let out a small gasp. Despite his earlier protests, being thorough seems to have paid off because he's relaxed and pliant, taking the added digit easily. Pressing a third finger against him, you hesitate.

"A bit more?"

"Yeah," he quickly nods, brows knitting as he angles his hips up, "yeah, you can, it's fine…" Maybe it'd be better to slow down a bit, but then he's pushing against you, still so impatient. Stroking down his thigh with your free hand, you gently grab his hip as you slowly sink another finger into him, making him let out a quiet groan. There's a bit more resistance this time, but he doesn't tell you to stop. When you're finally pressed all the way inside you simply hold still, feeling the echo of his heartbeat around your fingers, faint and impossibly slow.

"God, I love touching you like this," you moan as you twist your fingers, dragging a choked little noise from him as you savor the way he feels wrapped around them, "you're so soft." Just watching the way they disappear into him has you aching, making your thighs go slick. Flexing a few times, you hook your fingers upwards slightly, his breath first stuttering and then becoming a drawn out moan when you find what you're looking for.

"Fuck," he groans, hands loosely gripping the sheets as his eyelids flutter shut, "do that again…" So you do, pressing upwards and sliding the pads of your fingers in massaging little circles, enjoying the way it makes his brows furrow and jaw go a bit slack.

"You're being so good for me right now." Giving his hip a little squeeze you rub your thumb over the line of his hip bone, "you're so lovely." And he is, the slow movement of your fingers making his cock twitch and leak, dragging breathy little sounds from his mouth with what feels like barely any effort at all. You wonder if this is what it must be like for him all the time, when he's the one making you unravel with just a touch. It's addictive and you half wish you could spend the rest of the evening just like this, with him wrapped around your fingers, letting you work him over until he's like putty in your hands, spent and messy.

"You gonna keep me waiting much longer?" It's still impatient, but it might have been a bit more convincing if he wasn't half moaning, the words coming out in uneven little fits and starts.

"Just a bit more, promise it won't be long." For a minute you consider trying to add another finger just to see if you can, but in the end you decide against it. "You really want it?" Still slowly thrusting right into the spot that keeps forcing those sweet noises out of him, you don't wait for a response before dipping your head down to lap at his half-hard cock, making him let out a low strangled sound. For a moment you're tempted to take him into your mouth properly, to bring him off like this and feel him spasm around your fingers as he fills your throat. It takes a fair bit of self control to keep from doing exactly that but you manage to pull yourself away, even though it almost hurts to do it. "Say yes, then."

"Fuck, yes." The response is a bit unsteady, but between patience starting to run low and your fingers thrusting into him, it's quick. For a moment you think about turning the tables, make him beg and say 'please' the way he likes to do to you, but in the end you dismiss the idea. It might be pressing your luck a step too far, you want to see this through properly, not piss him off.

"Alright," you drop a kiss to his belly, giving your fingers one last wiggle, "just give me a minute." As you withdraw, he lets his head fall back against the mattress with a low frustrated sound. It almost makes you feel a bit bad for making him wait for it, but only almost.

Assembling the harness and slipping it on is easy and if he has anything to say about your choice of dildo, he tactfully keeps it to himself. As you kneel between his legs again you can't keep from leaning in to give him a quick kiss but he doesn't seem to mind, responding eagerly as he pulls you down.

"You should…" He mumbles against your lips as your faux cock bumps against his real one.

"I will, just let me…" As you untangle yourself from his arms, he only reluctantly lets you go. Grabbing the lube again, you make sure to be as generous as possible as you slather the thick gel over the toy.

"There's easier ways of doing this, you know." It's more teasing than actual complaining on his part, though.

"Oh, I'm aware," you stroke his thigh, the soft hair there tickling your fingertips, "but I really want to look at your pretty face when I'm fucking you." The angle isn't quite right, so you grab the base of the dildo and push it down, dragging the tip of it over his entrance. "Just put your legs up for me and you can have it, love." For a moment you think he might not do it, but a gentle push is all it takes.

"This work?" This time, everything lines up much better. He's incredibly pretty like this, disheveled and spread out like a work of art, and for a moment the vulnerability of it almost makes you choke.

"It's perfect." Moving in closer, you grab hold of one of his raised legs and drop a kiss to the inside of one bent knee. "You're perfect." As you steady the toy with your hand and press against his opening he tenses up but it quickly passes, letting you start to push inside. It's slow, feeling like it's two steps forward and one step back, every movement making his breath hitch, but he doesn't tell you to stop. When his body finally yields and the head pops in, you almost moan right along with him. "You sound so damn good," you try to hold still, but it's not as easy as it perhaps should've been. "Not hurting you, am I?"

"No." Head falling back, he frowns, taking a few gasping breaths. "Shit, that's a lot."

"Too much?" Despite knowing how durable he is, you can't quite keep a note of worry out of your voice, "do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare." Reaching up, he grabs for any part of you he can, which in this position isn't a whole lot. In the end, he wraps his fingers around your forearm, keeping you from pulling away. "I'll be fine, just…go slow."

"I will, just try to relax for me." You tighten the grip on his legs, steadying him as you slowly push deeper at what feels like a fraction of an inch at a time. Every sound tumbling from his mouth sends a jolt of pleasure through you until you're almost drunk off it, the thought that you're the one making him do that. That he trusts you enough to let you. Despite the almost glacial pace he's still trembling, breath coming in almost frantic little gasps, the grip on your arm verging on vicelike. "Just breathe," you give his knee a reassuring squeeze, "I've got you, you're doing so, so well, just a bit more…" Even though it ends up sounding mostly like nonsense it does seem to help, his grip loosening and legs going a bit less tense. You don't know where to look as you push the rest of the way in, eyes flicking between his face and his opening as you slide home. When you're finally pressed against him all the way inside, he swears under his breath. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Nodding a bit shakily, he lets his hands fall down to grip the sheets again, "still a hell of a lot, but it's…" You watch the way his stomach tenses and hips twitch as he tries to grind up against the toy with a sigh, brows furrowing, "it's fucking good, though…"

"Let me know when I can move." For a minute you just watch him, trying to stay still and give him time to adjust. Running your hands over his calves, you can't keep from smiling at the way his toes curl when you roll your hips slightly, just barely nudging him.

"I think…" He wets his lips, hesitating for a second before slipping a hand down to lightly stroke himself, "you can move a little, just…"

"Slow, I know." It takes a few tries to find a rhythm, only partly because you don't want to rush. Mostly it's because it's hard to look away from him touching himself, even though he's only half-hard and just lazily stroking, not even trying to get off. You're not sure if he relaxes into it so easily because of something you do or if it's the brain kicking in, but it doesn't feel anywhere near as important as the sound he makes when you start thrusting into him with longer, fuller strokes. And you know that you should probably shut up, but you're not sure how. Not when he's making the sweetest noises at every roll of your hips, all whispered filth and breathless little moans, not when he's gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn pale. Certainly not when you've got his thighs tensing under your hands as he lets you fold him almost in half. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."

He's already looking half a mess, gasping for breath that you know he doesn't really need, and as you slow down for a few seconds to give your legs a rest, he reaches for you again. Rather than fight it you let him pull you down, crashing his lips into yours with a desperate sound that goes straight to your aching, neglected core. He's holding on so tightly that it's difficult to move, his cock hard and leaking, rubbing against your belly as you rock into him. Something about the way he clings to you makes your heart swell until it feels as if it might crack your ribs and you know that it's stupid, but maybe it's alright, maybe you can say it just this once. It'll just be part of whatever this is and it'll be fine and-

"I love you." It's quiet, almost getting lost in the sound of your bodies sliding against each other, but you know he's heard it because for a second he tenses up, looking almost pained.

"You really fucking shouldn't." He's so quick with it even though his voice breaks and with the way his face contorts and eyes flutter shut, you know you've probably messed up, possibly badly. It's not enough to make you stop though because he's still holding onto you in any way that he can, not pushing you away.

"I know," you try to keep your voice steady, though it's not entirely successful, "I know, but let me anyway." Panting, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, hands fumbling at you as he bites down, making you flinch at the dull press of his teeth. It's more from surprise than pain but you can tell that it's going to bruise as he sucks at you, seemingly determined to leave a mark. As his shoulders hitch you're not sure what to do except softly pet his hair as you rock against him, letting him muffle his stuttering little moans against your skin. "Won't you please look at me?" When he doesn't respond, you go still. "Do you need me to stop?" That gets a reaction, making him reluctantly let you go, and for a second you're sure that you've ruined it.

"No, don't." It's a bit ragged around the edges and he quickly hooks a leg around your back to keep you from pulling away. "Don't stop." He doesn't quite look at you as you straighten back up, though. Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut?

"Still good, then?" Your hand moves almost on its own and before you can stop you're reaching down and stroking his cheek, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone. When he leans into it with a soft sound it feels as if your heart might crumple like tissue-paper in your chest.

"Yeah, still good." His tone is flippant as he digs his heel into the small of your back to give you a little push but even though he quickly blinks and looks away, you can see that his eyes are a bit too bright. "Would be better if you moved, though."

It's surprisingly easy to fall back into it and find the rhythm again, and even though you're still not going very fast or even that hard, it doesn't take very long to have him trembling underneath you. You can't even bring yourself to feel offended that he's laying back and letting you do all the work even as your legs are starting to burn from the effort, not when every thrust has the most delicious noises spilling from his pretty mouth, making your cunt reflexively clench around nothing. It's like a perfectly lovely form of torture, to only be able to watch and listen to him slowly fall apart without any relief of your own. A slight change of angle has him almost melting into the mattress, legs quivering and drooping until you end up supporting most of their weight yourself, but you can't find it in you to mind. It's not like they're heavy and he looks so perfect like this, awash with pleasure.

"Like that, keep going…" There's an edge of urgency to his voice as his eyes slide shut, brow furrowing in concentration. "Don't fucking stop…" And you try, you do, watching the way he twists the sheets in his hands, desperation etched into every line of his body as he tenses up, then falls back down with a frustrated noise, mouth falling open as he pants. "Felt like I was going to fucking come, fuck," his voice is reedy with it as he almost squirms.

"I want you to," you rub a hand down the back of his thigh, watching the toy as you thrust more shallowly into him, teasing his entrance and making him nearly whimper as you almost pull out. "Tell me what you need." Leaning on his chest you can feel the thrum of his heart beating, so strong and fast under your hand that he almost seems alive. "Whatever you want, let me help you."

"You…" He takes a few frantic breaths, and you're not sure if he's hesitating or just doesn't want it anymore, but then he's pushing at you again, poking his heel into your back. In any other situation it would be hilarious that you've managed to mostly shut him up for once, but right now it seems almost cute. "Just…do that again." Before you can respond he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up.

"This what you want?" As you trace the curve of his Adam's apple he nods and then swallows, and for a second you're tempted to hold it between your teeth like some sort of wild animal. Or possibly peel it and take a bite, you're not sure. You can't wrap your fingers around his neck properly so instead you simply cradle it in your hand, gently pressing down. Bracing yourself against one of his legs you do your best to replicate what you'd been doing before, every noise he makes vibrating against your palm. This time he doesn't leave it all to you though, quickly sliding a hand down to touch himself. Despite the lightness of his touch, every stroke pulls a desperate little noise from his throat as he's trapped between the thrusting of the toy and his own hand.

"Is that good, sweetheart?" He can't really talk and barely even nod as you push down on his neck, but the noise he makes certainly sounds like it is. Ignoring the burning in your thighs you try to keep the pace steady, watching the almost pained expression on his face and the way his jaw goes slack as he chases it. You can tell that he's getting close, his breath coming in unsteady bursts, catching and faltering as the pleasure ratchets higher until he's pressed right up against the edge, leaky and throbbing. "You're so pretty like this, just let go for me, I promise it'll be so, so good…"

When he comes it's with a sound that's nothing short of obscene. It has your cunt twitching in sympathy as his release spills from him in thick spurts, making you moan right along with him. It's messy, painting his stomach and spattering up his chest, some of it hitting your forearm. You do your best to fuck him through it, not stopping until he's spent, letting go of his flagging cock and collapsing bonelessly into the rumpled sheets with a contented little whimper, shivering from the aftershocks. For a minute you just watch him come down, giving him a moment before the less fun part.

"Need you to relax for a bit," you press a kiss to one wobbly leg before easing them down, watching the uneven rise and fall of his chest. He only hums in response so you do your best to be gentle but the blissed out expression on his face barely flickers as you withdraw, quickly pulling the harness off and discarding it over the side of the bed. Turning back you can't quite keep a giggle from escaping, because with the way he's spreading out, you'd almost think that it's his bed and not yours. "Is there room for two?" As you stroke down his side he flops onto his side, letting you move the pillows away. At first you simply stretch out next to him but after a moment's hesitation you turn over, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You alright?"

"You didn't have to do that." That's not really what you asked, but you don't have the energy to argue. But then, it doesn't really sound like he does, either.

"I wanted to." You drop a quick kiss to his shoulder, tightening your grip around his waist. "Did you come good and hard for me, sweetheart?"

"What do you think?" He sounds exhausted and completely fucked out, the words going fuzzy around the edges with it, making almost you glow with pride.

"I don't know," you drag your fingers through the mess on his stomach, "I think I might do better next time."

"What makes you think there's going to be a next time?"

"Funny, that doesn't sound like a 'no' to me." You nuzzle the back of his neck, the damp curls tickling your nose as you pull his scent deep into your lungs, "Care to give that another try?"

"…No."

[superxkorra]

Supercorp Snippet Prompt #1

@pocket-sand-fic said on my pinned post: "Ooh! Love this series! Maybe something where Eliza and/or Alex and Maggie have the first real meeting with Lena as Kara’s gf. I’d love to see them being protective and question if Lena is really ready/prepared first the “bad days” Kara can have.”

Thank you for the kind words! Here is the little snippet I wrote at 1k words exactly (the first draft was nearly 2k, the second was 1.5k, and I brought the third down to 1k). Hope you enjoy!

"Kara entered the hospital, a contrasting wave of discomfort and ease rolling through her. It was bittersweet.

She looked around briefly before approaching the front desk with a smile, “Hi Jolene, how are you?”

“Kara, always a treat to see you here, hun. How’s your day been?”

“Good. I’m here to see Dr. Luthor and Dr. Danvers, would you mind paging them if they’re not busy?” Kara asked. 

Jolene was a lovely woman who had worked at the hospital longer than Kara remembered. She was always there with a smile on her face and a personality that could make even Mr. Scrooge merry. 

“Of course, hun. They’d love to see you. Go on over there,” She gestured to a waiting area, “They’ll be here shortly.”

“Thank you,” Kara patted the reception desk as she walked away. 

The waiting area was pleasantly spacious. With a five-hundred-gallon saltwater aquarium, well-organized children’s space, comfortable chairs, reading material, and water bottles, Kara was satisfied.

She sat in a toddler sized chair by the tank, picking up a toy car as she watched the fish. The stock was akin to Finding Nemo. It was vibrant, interactive, and captivating. Not dissimilar to a child, Kara could watch it all day.

Midvale General was nearly complete with its renovations since Lena purchased the hospital nearly two years ago and began the project. It was incredible to see how far it had come, from poorly built and outdated to modeling the latest technology and exceptional infrastructure. 

With an expansive courtyard lined with gardens, vast windows, and vibrant halls, the psychological healing Lena has incorporated into the medical center has been astronomical. 

Lena has revolutionized the small town’s understanding of healing and health.

Kara was proud of her and the impact she’d made on Midvale. On her life. 

Kara was pulled out of her thoughts as a little boy walked up to her, “Hi kid. Wha—”

He snatched the Hotwheels car out of her hands and ran off. She called out, baffled, “Hey!”

Unbeknownst to her, Lena stood watching from the reception desk, a grin on her face and a soft laugh escaping her throat.

Jolene shook her head, “Go get her before she starts a fight with a five-year-old.”

Lena barked out a laugh and made her way over to the blonde with a smile, fitting her hands in her coat pockets,  “What a surprise, Kara” 

The blonde’s head whipped around to face her. She stood from the children’s chair, only to have it lodge itself around her hips. The firefighter fumbled for a moment, but miraculously got it unstuck before setting it down on the floor. 

She inhaled deeply and offered Lena a dopey smile, longing to reach out and peck her girlfriend on the lips or wrap her in a brief hug. But, they were in the workplace, and their relationship was just theirs, as of now. 

Lena clasped her hands, “What are you doing here?”

Kara smiled brightly, holding up a brown bag, “I’m on my lunch break and I thought I’d bring you and Eliza sandwiches.”

She wanted to add that it'd been a slow day, but she knew what would happen if she said that aloud.

The brunette inched forward, but before words came out, her attention was drawn away by another presence.

“Hi, sweetie,” Eliza walked up to Kara and placed a kiss on her cheek, “What are you doing here?”

Kara repeated with a smile, “Brought you and Lena lunch.”

Eliza grinned gratefully, “That’s so thoughtful, sweetie. Should we eat together in the courtyard?”

Kara checked her watch, “I have some time,” She looked at her mother and Lena, smiling as they started walking, “How’s your day been?”

_

Eliza was the first to bring up something unrelated to surgery while they were operating, “Dr. Luthor.” 

Her words were soft and nearly quiet, but Lena noted they were laced with something.

The Chief of Surgery hummed without losing concentration, “Dr. Danvers.”

“How long have you and my daughter been together?” Eliza asked without missing a beat. 

The nurses, though forced to listen to their conversation, kept quiet.

Lena’s hands never lost their momentum. The surgery was muscle memory at this point, and she was expertly going through the motions. She inhaled through her mask, “A little over a month.”

Eliza nodded, watching Lena’s movements. 

She stayed silent until fifteen minutes later and the two surgeons were scrubbing out, “I can tell you two care a lot about each other.”

“We do,” Lena nodded as she dried her hands.

“Are you happy?” Eliza asked caringly. 

Lena hummed, her tone and words left no room for question, “I’ve never been happier than I am when I’m with Kara and I’ve never loved anyone as much as I do her.”

Eliza smiled, “That’s all a mother can hope for,” Shectossed her towels in the trash, “It’s not my business and I’m sure you’re already aware,” 

Lena nodded.

“My daughter,” Eliza cleared her throat, “Kara suffers from serious PTSD. I’ve seen days where she doesn’t know where she is, or who I am. She’s changed since her time overseas.”

Lena swallowed, “I don’t mean to sound rude, Dr. Danvers, but where are you going with this?”

“I want to make sure that you’re safe with her and that you’re strong enough for those days because,” Eliza inhaled shakily, “Each one will destroy a part of you.” She wiped her wet eyes, “I want nothing but the best for you both, sweetheart. But I need to know that when the going gets tough, she can rely on you and you can come out the other end alright too.”

Lena inhaled deeply, “Of course. I love Kara so, so much. At the end of the day, I want her to know that I will always be there for her. I can handle the hard days, without a doubt Dr. Danvers.”

Eliza stepped forward and wrapped Lena in a hug, “Call me Eliza, dear.” 

Welcome to the family."

Well, what did you think? This will be part of my 8th installment to Your Love Was Home Supercorp series on AO3. I'm working on the 7th right now. It was a big challenge to limit myself to 1k words. I had to take so much out, which I will put right back into the 10-15k one shot, including Alex and Maggie's "reaction".

[detonade]

Good morning, may i offer you a little something that i made? Rambling under cut :

Hello again uh, first of all, thanks for the notes and just, reactions on my previous post, very much appreciated. Mwah (platonic)

Second, uh, here's Charles as Chenya. Because, our lil Char-boy loves the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. Just thought, it'd be cute y'know.

If Charles looks weirdly tall, it's because he is. Why is that mf 174cm (5'7) this is unfair i thought he was, 165cm max. Mf taller than Kiyora and Kurona

I think Charles deserve more content on tumblr though, so if i can contribute with my little fanart, good :DD

Funfact, the Isagi's birthday edit took longer than this. Which was made from scratch??? For reference that took 16 hours ish and this took like 1 hour and 54 minutes.

I mean, idk.

Uhh also, Charles doesn't have colors because, we still don't know his colors (god let him be blond please god). I mean, the uniform Chenya's wearing is also, uncolored. Because it's Charles' uniform, y'know. What am i saying, sorry lol.

Uhhhh

Live love laugh Charles Chevalier <33

Oh yeah, i'm also, working on something for two characters from bllk again (incase you haven't noticed, i am obsessed with bllk now)

It might have involve a certain midfielder and a lil demon boy haha. I might also not finish it despite spending 5 hours ish on it already, haha idk, guess we'll see

[ntls-24722]

An ancestor to the Zebrapeople!

Partial stripes, mostly brown, and kind of sapient! I don't know how to explain their level of intelligence, but like... they have stone tools, but they currently can't create language, so imagine the setbacks from there. They're also mostly octopodal, and are only hexapodal for short bursts.

Zebrapeople actually have the facial problem that we have with the rest of their genus, where smiling is actually seen as a threat for everyone else. Or at least, the way they smile. The teeth being out bothers them, but not compared to how much the gums being exposed do.

Zebraelves evolved slightly tighter lips to have their teeth slightly out gives them a background sense of order since the baring of teeth, like in our primates, is a threat, and it also made the baring of gums a lot more dramatic. But as the species began to coagulate into one giant supercolony, the baring gums was recontextualized into the basis for most of their facial expressions.

Also; the origin of their spinnerets.

Hagfish method, baby! It's gross and works! Quagga-elves originate from a much wetter environment, so they could afford the water loss when making gross protein threads inundated with the stuff. But as they moved to more arid environments, the slime got drier and eventually was repurposed as silk... in the females.

Originally, male zebraelves were supposed to have venomous spurs, but I thought it'd be better for them to still have this basal trait. Partially because they need it more!

Fraternities are a treacherous journey and male zebraelves aren't maintaining nor with their subcolony for most of the time, so it's more useful to have a gross-out factor that keeps from from being food to literally everything than to have a durable building tool/textile.

And speaking of how treacherous the journeys of fraternities are;

This queen's boytoy is no longer a boy, she's become a worker after losing her hearing due to getting an ear infection because disabilty accommodations in fraternities are, no hyperbole, nonexistant, for a combination of the unfriendly job environment and fucked up eugenics reasons! I really did try to avoid the kind of real life problems they have, partially because I didn't want to give fictional little guys the same societal burdens we go through, but also because if I talk about shit like music man eugenics i sound 10x more insane than I already do. unfortunately it becomes a reoccurring thing when making fictional societies.

Her relationship with the queen is looked rather down upon - neither of them care very much, especially the queen, who finally has someone she can talk to who gets it, to put it plainly. The two reproductive sexes in zebraelves are very policed, which is a rather large problem in zebraelf society.

Also; Bipedal bugs! The best predator against Debu.

Their method is to use those two arms to latch on and just rake their sickle toe-claws against the skin as hard and fast as they can which is very effective against Debu, who, despite their brute strength, have very sensitive, weak skin! They're small, but fast, and they do a lot of damage really quickly, which is the problem, since they'll tear through already open wounds and deepen them, even leading to infection.

Sindeer often has to deal with them, since she's a large target as a lone huntress.

i forgot her back fur. dont look

Also: today was my last day of class! Which, paradoxically, means my account is actually going to slow down? All of the almost daily music man posts are actually class doodles, and now there's going to be no more class for me to get bored in and make music man. But that means more digital artwork, which is generally higher quality, soooo???? double edged sword

[darthfrodophantom]

Heeeey, Darth!! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💚

Hi Summers! What a great idea! I love this!

Here are the five favorite fics I've written, in no particular order (but maybe a bit of an order):

A Secret Uncovered Summary: When Danny's transformation is caught on tape, Danny has a whole new battle to face, including a press conference, Valerie, and, of course, school. But who is the mysterious ghost who set him up? And how much can he possibly mess up his life? Reason: This has always been my favorite of the pieces I've written. I poured so much love and work into this piece over (many) years. I'm so proud of it. I set out to tell a story of what it would be like if everyone knows (before Everybody Knows AUs became a thing and even before Reality Trip haha) and used it as a vehicle to show so many different reactions. I've had so much fun working on this. (And there may be a cross-post to AO3 very soon!)

Tortured Truth Summary: Danny's parents discover that the ghost boy is half human. Now that they've captured Danny, will he submit to torture and reveal himself, or is the revelation just the beginning of their problems? Reason: I'm starting with my old ones here! This is actually the first fic I ever shared with anyone, and it's also the first fic I've ever finished. While the torture is tame compared to today's standards, I feel like it has a great emotional payout and I enjoyed taking a micro-examination of the family unit's reactions and using Danny's illness as a way to force everyone to confront his powers.

The Red Vengeance Project Summary: With cameras strapped to their foreheads, Paulina and Star venture into the woods to bait the ghostly urban legend to appear in the hopes that Phantom will come save them. It seemed like a good plan in the light of day, but they get more than they ask for in the dark, claustrophobic, and dangerous woods. Reason: This was one of the first DP fics I'd written in a long time. It'd taken a break and just come back to the phandom to write this and another fic for Ectoberhaunt and I loved it. It brought me back to why I loved writing for this phandom in the first place. I picked this one over my actual first fic since coming back because I enjoyed writing this one more. I loved playing around with the different POV and I felt like it resulted in a really cool effect.

Micro-Unmasking Summary: Great timing prevented Danny’s secret from being revealed to Dash during their shared experience with the Fenton Crammer. But what would happen if his timing had been just a little off and Dash saw more than Danny wanted? Reason: This one's had a special place in my heart for awhile. I started it in 2009 and finally finished it in 2022! It was also just a fun topic that I enjoyed reading. I felt like I got to be a little witty in this one and I just really enjoyed writing it.

Prove That You Deserve the Answer Summary: After an argument with Jazz leaves Maddie feeling insecure about her role as a mother, she wishes she could understand her children better. She soon learns the dangers of making wishes around ghosts when she switches places with Jazz. But when this body swap allows her the opportunity to really talk with Danny, she realizes that maybe she can use this to finally see what's really going on with her son, and maybe find some way to fix their relationship in the process. Reason: I am so proud of this one. I sought out to finish a longer fic and I actually did it! I really pushed myself on this one, and I feel like it really paid off. I feel like the internal thoughts and monologues were so fun to explore and I loved writing from Maddie's POV.

And there are my five! This was a fun dive into my past works and really took some thought as to why they became some of my favorites.

Because this is a great idea, I'm gonna do some tagging! Maybe we can come up with a great list of reading recommendations from it by the end! I'm going to tag: @summerssixecho (you're not escaping your own idea lol), @underforeversgrace, @murphy-kitt, @nickelodeonstudios, and @lexosaurus

[everythingwasnormalhere]

concept: trans tfbw clyde period fic (i am rotating this idea so much in my head rn, bloodsucker experiencing blood loss oh the cruel irony)

LMAOOO RIP THE POOR GUY????? 😭😭😭

i mean i HAVE several fic ideas in which i torture donovan with period pains (which gets me through them myself lmao sorry clyde ily boo), but i hadnt thought of them with mosquito, hmmmmmmm

FYS au mosquito bc him<3 ok so, little guy probably was aware of his transness since he was like 10, but mosquito bite didn't happen till he was 12, and he could only transition after FP paid for it - 13yo by that time (obviously, FP were very willing to help out, why wouldn't they? another way in which they can control him)

BUT, because they didn't want to fuck up with his precious powers, they wouldn't do anything to his blood (no hormones for you clyde), nor to his uterus - his blood-sucking powers came from his body's new natural need to keep eggs warm, but as he didn't really get eggs, he just needed to drink blood to survive; FP were scared bottom surgery would mess that up.

Which means, poor little guy gets periods for so much longer than he'd like.

Clyde's been taught to get over pain, but he literally Can't. He needs to curl up in a ball, drink at the very least double the amount of blood he typically does, and if he stands up he'll more likely than not pass the fuck out. Very in pain, very much a pain for his teammates.

(hi increased period pain because of EDS<3)

He gets whiney as fuck, and for a bunch of guys trained as human weapons, that is very much annoying. Not like Mosquito isn't typically annoying to them, but even more so. Give the boy bottom surgery pls he needs it so bad 😭

FP tried to train him to force himself to ignore the whole periods thing, but after several years, it was decided it'd be easier to accomodate him (thanks Malkinson for convincing them ilysm<3)

ANYWAY hope you enjoyed this train wreck of a post which i did not proof-read AND THANKS FOR THE ASK love u forever anon<3