#but at the same time the lighting doesn't look too good

[moonsnqil]

aftg au where neil/nathaniel died in baltimore and andrew knows he's dead, he didnt stop fighting until he had autopsy reports and a closed casket in front of him. andrew knows he died that night but a week later, a week spent rotting and shoving everyone away, he sees neil. blue eyes clear as water, his hair still glows in the sun, when andrew reaches out he knows none of this is real. neil josten is dead, matt has an empty dorm and someone is already adding nathaniel wesninski to a true crime podcast. he knows none of this is real but it's easier to accept a hallucination than it is to accept that he failed, that another person has been snatched away from him. so andrew goes to practice and sometimes he misses balls because neil is on the court aiming left but aaron shot right. he goes to edens and can feel neil's weight behind him as he carries the drink tray back to their table. he watches nicky play games on the xbox and he hears all of neil's commentary. when he's alone, he talks to neil. andrew had always been great at being silent but never with neil. and he knows none of this is real but it's easier to confide in neil now that he's so intimately familiar with his absence. they trade truths and secrets and neil tells him about oklahoma and andrew knows they never talked about oklahoma and he's just remembering a conversation he heard on disney channel when he was eleven. he lights two cigarettes and sees neil smoke it but doesn't dwell on how quickly the flame dies out. he only mentions it once, to bee. when he says "i keep seeing neil" and bee says she understands, people leave traces of themselves all around us, he never brings it up again. it's not like she's wrong on that front either. neil's locker still has an unwashed jersey inside, the phone charger he never used is still shoved somewhere underneath the passenger seat of the maserati, all the clothes andrew bought him are still in a drawer. matt doesn't spend a lot of time in his room anymore. when andrew says "i hate you" and he truly means it, neil says "i know" and his cheeks dimple. andrew knows this isn't normal, nothing about this is okay, his mental stability is a far cry from being good but he thinks maybe having neil beside him, haunting him like this, is better than a reality where andrew is alone. so they follow each other around like ducklings and wymack looks at him like he's a ticking time bomb because in no world does neil josten die and andrew simply moves on. andrew's nightmares have shifted from being seven and begging to watching neil fight for life on a grimy basement floor but it's okay because when he wakes up he gets to hold neils hand and it's a little cold but the divots between his knuckles feel the same as before so he can blame it on the weather. andrew watches neil's banner go up next to seth's on the court and andrew almost wants to laugh because seth is dead but neil is right here, neil is talking about being court, but no that's not right either. neil is dead, andrew knows this. but then how could neil be dead when he's still buying andrew ice cream and pushing all his buttons? they sit a little too close to the edge of the roof nowadays and neil tells him that they could fall but they might not die because it's only four stories so really it's no guarantee. neil tells andrew he has to be careful because what about aaron, what about kevin, his deals and his promises. he keeps his promises, it's what he's good at. he's pretty sure kevin knows something is wrong but is trying to pretend like it's not. they're the same in that regard, really. andrew knows neil is dead, abby's files label him as deceased, but he thinks he likes being haunted. if it means neil is still there, still planning a future and running his mouth, andrew thinks he could convince himself baltimore never happened. maybe neil was never something tangible to begin with.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | January 27th-February 2nd 2025

Had the audacity to go on a daytrip over the border to the US and all I got was spending way too much money at Target and a cold :(

Complete

the sincerest form of flattery by canadadry (S8E3: Final Approach, Brad POV | 1,7K | Teen): “Your boy—Buck,” Brad says. “First marriage?” “Pardon?” “Well, your wife is—” Brad starts, stops. Remembers at least a third of the lecture he’s been given at least a dozen times by his publicist on the danger of making assumptions. “He calls your wife by her given name—I mean, does the same to you, but I’d reckon that has more to do with professionalism than personal grievances, given the fact that you clearly get on.” — in which Brad Torrence only almost passes out, and observes the aftermath.

The couch is a lawless place by paleredheadinascifi (Getting Together | 1,8K | Teen): Eddie had kissed him. He knows it happened, because the smudge of chocolate on his pants is still there, courtesy of the peanut butter cup he’d dropped when Eddie lent over and kissed him.

Call Ended (beep beep beep) by paleredheadinascifi (Wine Nights, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): Or, Buck wakes up to a series of increasingly horrifying calls from Eddie. He gets to the bottom of it.

Who you gonna call? by scarmaddiewrites (Post-S8A, Buck&Ravi | 1,7K | General): Buck has his first bad leg day since Eddie moved to Texas (Part 1 of The Chainsaw Gang)

Avoidance or Denial by scarmaddiewrites (Post-S8A, Getting Together | 4K | Not Rated): Eddie is back from texas and has some theories about Buck and Ravi....he's never been good at theories (Part 2 of The Chainsaw Gang)

and i'd do it over and over again by playinginthunderstorms/ @playinginthunderstorms (PWP, S8E6: Confessions | 4K | Explicit): Gun to his head, Buck honestly doesn't think he could say which one of them made the first move, but somewhere in between the six-pack he'd brought over and whatever was left of a dusty bottle of tequila in the back of a kitchen cupboard, Eddie—beautiful, radiant Eddie, with his pink shirt and tiny underwear—had ended up in his lap, thighs bracketing Buck's, gasping and grinding helplessly into Buck's hips, the most delicious whines spilling out of his mouth and straight onto Buck's tongue, white-hot pleasure spiking through him as potent as the lightning bolt, so he figures he'll at least die happy.

We’re Looking For Something Dumb To Do by scarmaddiewrites (Bachelor Party, Secret Marriage | 5K | Not Rated): “We should get married.” “What?” Buck chokes, his heart doing some weird fluttering thing in his chest. “Really?” “Yeah, I mean… I’m not a redhead or double your age, but maybe I still have a chance?” In the background, Buck hears someone chuckling—probably Ravi, whose drunk giggles have turned into full-on cackles. “Please, Eddie,” Buck says, his voice a mix of exasperation and something warmer, something fond. “Have you seen your ass? To hell with all the other requirements.” Or Buck and Eddie get married during the bachelor party and Ravi encourages it.

Your Life Was My Life's Best Part by saveyourblood/ @saveyourblood (S6E10: In A Flash | 5K | Mature): A neglected child. A soldier who saw people die. A veteran with PTSD. A first responder. A single father. A widower. Eddie Diaz became everything that was supposed to break him. What is he supposed to call this? What does he call the thing that may actually destroy him? - The one where Buck dies, then he doesn't, and their life flashes before Eddie's eyes.

lights will guide you. by dylaesthetics (Social Media, Eddie Sexuality Crisis | 6K | Mature): Am I (M33) comphet or an impostor???!!! For the record, I am straight. I think so, anyway. Or I did, all of six hours ago, before my coworkers introduced me to the term ‘comphet’. And now my entire world has kind of spun on its axis and I’m wondering if I’ve been secretly craving dick this whole time. - OR after breaking up with Tommy, Buck goes on a deep-dive on sexuality. He needs to tell someone about all he learns, of course, and Eddie seems like the best option.

Golden Morning Sunbeams by Buddiesmutslut (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Getting Together | 10K | General): Or: As Eddie is debating his move to Texas, a few texts from his son in the middle of the day set him on a course to getting everything he's been wanting.

🔥 An Angry Blade by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-8x05: Masks, Cursed Buck | 43K | Mature): Buck finds out that the curse of Billy Boils is VERY real, and far more complicated and dangerous than he could have expected.

🔥 oh brother, I see (you burn like me) by canadadry (Adriana & Maddie POV, Post-S7E10: All Fall Down | 47K | Mature): Adriana doesn’t tell their parents that she’s going to LA. She doesn’t tell Eddie, either—or ask, for that matter. She does ask Chris, and he thinks it’s a good idea—says as much, on the phone, and doesn’t say much else. “Buck will probably be hovering,” is what Chris does volunteer. It still surprises her when the man who opens the door is not Eddie. It’s—Captain America, is the thing that actually comes to mind—a man close to a foot taller than she is, if not more than that, with blond curls and broad shoulders, and he’s got a question in his very blue eyes that’s probably less friendly than the one he actually asks her. “Uh,” he says. “Can I help you?” — Or: Adriana arrives in LA. Maddie has been here the whole time.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 472K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

WIP

🔥 Doe & a Drop of Golden Sun by ohstars/ @oh-stars (Canon Divergent, Dad Buck | 10/? | 45K | Teen): Buck doesn't mean to keep secrets from everyone, but he also can't talk about the pain he experiences on a day to day basis. With his nine-year-old living across the country and his custody limited to one monthly visit, Buck doesn't know how to share this part of himself. How does he tell his team of six years that he's had a kid this whole time? How does he tell his sister? How does he tell his Edd-- best friend? It's fine. The universe isn't going to give him a choice in the matter when the worst thing imaginable becomes his reality.

🔥[Podfic] Promising Light by cottagepodfics @cottagepodfics / fic by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Time Travel | 80min | 2/3 | Mature): Buck and Eddie fall asleep drunk and in separate rooms after the night of Buck and Tommy's breakup. They wake up seven years later, in an unfamiliar future, only to find out that they're married.

[shanefuckingscott]

NSFW Alphabet with Sevika 🦾

She's so daddy, I love her so much 🦾

I'm lowkey not that original, but I wanted to try it out. hehe

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with her consists of her getting a towel, cleaning you up, holding you in her arms in silence, or she kisses your forehead until you fall asleep. And then right after, if she can't sleep, she'll just admire your sleeping naked body, and smiles to herself while lighting a cigar.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite part of her body is her mechanical arm. Although a pain to clean, she can't help but admire the weapon not just an extension of herself, but a part of her too. At fiirst, she kind of hated her prosthetic, but now, she like to tweak it once in awhile, (I wanna headcanon it vibrating, honestly, but she won't put it in you, to keep you from getting hurt, if anything were to malfunction.) and admires it once in a while. Although, it is a weapon, I mean you've seen how she flexes her arm during fight scenes, right? She's grown to love it.

For you, her favourite part of you is your hips. No further questions.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She'll cum in your mouth when she face fucks you, anf make you lick her clean. Or, she doesn't, and she just looks down at your face with her cum in your mouth. She also does the same for you, but often, when she finger you, she'll make you suck all your cum off her fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sevika's dirty secret is that she secretly enjoys being a sub sometimes. Hey, she's a busy, and tired woman. Sometimes it just feels good to be the one to take. Although, she'd never bring it up, but let's just say she was more than eager, when you brought it up, although she pretended to be not be too fond of the idea to keep her dom personality.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She frequents the brothel, she knows what she's doing, and she's excellent at it. Although, she's never had an experience subbing before, but she pretty much knows what she's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any, as long as she can see your face, and tits bouncing.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

At first, she was very serious in bed when she was still trying to put up the act, but after awhile, she let down her walls, after you showed her it was okay to laugh during sex. But most of the time, it's very intimate, and serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nope, I'm a Sevika bush truther, also, she's again a busy woman. And yes, I firmly believe she has a happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Before she met you, sex for her was just a way to let off some steam, no strings attached, no intimacy. But, when she met you, it was like her whole world flipped upside down. There's a first time for everything, right? During sex, she can get pretty rough, and she's all for the pleasure and all, but there are times after sex where Sevika would whisper sweet nothings into your ear, until you fall asleep, combing your hair, kissing your face, and cuddling you until, or during sleep.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She rubs one out every so often when you're gone for too long, but she doesn't see the point of it when you're right there for her to fuck, right?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks

Power play, humiliation kink, public sex, etc. etc. (I tbh can't think of a thing, it's just alot. heh.)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, and everywhere. This woman is a rabbit, her libido can get in the way sometimes, so often, she'll just lull you aside, and fuck you right then and there. To the point where you don't even know where you HAVEN'T fucked yet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just you in general. Seeing you walk around, and your hips subtly sway? You're getting it. Drinking a glass of water? You're getting it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Now that she's serious about you, her biggest no has got to be threesomes now. She's tried it before, but now, there's no intimacy in it. A big no for her is also making you, or her feel jealous on purpose. That woman values loyalty than anything, so if she sees anything that mocks her, or your commitment to each other, she's turning away. (I might just be projecting hehe)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving of course. Unless ut's a long hard day, and she needs to blow off some steam, you'd be happy to give to her. Or ever so often, you guys would just 69, although it's not her favourite.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and hard. (Need I explain?)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Often, but it's you that makes the quickie into an actual quicky. She gets lost in you, and she forgets that she has shit to do, so after an one orgasm, you remind her of her, or your task, and then continue on later.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Loves public, or semi public sex, where the both of you might get caught, but not actually. She's willing to experiment as much as you want. She'll never go through with something that neither of you want to do.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Until you pass out and die, to be honest. (haha, no) Until you say the safeword, or just as I said, until she fucks your brains out, until you pass out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has alot of dildos actually, all different sizes, length, and color. Her favourite has got to be the shimmer strap though, and coming in to second place is the 7 inch one, that has her skin color. She also has vibrators that she'll use on you when you're out, when she's feeling particularly rougish that day.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you've been a brat all day, or you disobey her, she'll tease you to her heart's content. She can last hours just edging you, until you finally break. She's particularly patient in that sense.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet grunts, heavy breaths, and all that, not very loud. But, if she's on the recieving end, she'll let out muted whimpers, but still not very loud, but just enough so it's hot and sexy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She let you use a vibrator for her once, and you kept teasing her all day, until she pulled you aside, and pleaded to let her cum. (That's subby Sevika for ya)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Her tits are a nice B cup, her nipples are decent sized, and color cedar. She has a bush down there with a happy trail. Her pussy has a nice shade of brown, and her clit being a lighter one. (Oh my god, I tbh did not know what to write for this, and I had to google color names, I'm sorry 😭)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, I mean like high, high. You're both really turned on by each other, but often times, she'll fuck you any time she can. Can't blame her, you're just hot. Or she'll masturbate to your photos when you're out on a girl's night out, or when she's away for a business trip.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When she's had a particularly long day, she's out like a light after sex. Just know she snores loud sometimes too, but that's pkay, you love her anyway. Or on normal days, she usually waits for you to fall asleep, so she can smoke a bit, and then comes back to hold you, and falls asleep herself.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I hope this was somewhat decent, hehe I warned you all from the very beginning, I am not a writer, heh. Just wanna try this out for fun, hope u like it.

[sweetiesicheng]

seonghwa - flight

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"here, i got it."

the guy in the seat next to yours stands up and helps you put your suitcase in the overhead compartment.

"thanks," you say to him. "i'm in the seat next to yours," you mention, pointing to the empty seat.

the guy nods and lets you go in, taking your seat. the guy sits back down in his seat while you put your backpack away, organizing everything for the long flight.

"do you..." the guy speak up but hesitates. when you look at him, he continues speaking, "do you play animal crossing?" he asks, noticing the case of your nintendo device sitting in the pocket on the chair in front of yours.

you nod with a smile, "i do. do you?"

he grins, "yea. can i show you my island after we take off?" he offers.

"sure!"

—

after the flight takes off, your meal is served so you make sure to eat everything since you didn't bring any snacks with you.

when you're done, your new friend, seonghwa, shows you his island on his switch. he shows you around, his different villagers, and shows you a section he is redoing. you do the same. you show off your island, noting that you're also redecorating it.

"if only the internet was good enough, we could visit each other," you say to seonghwa as you turn your switch off to take a break from playing.

"that'd be nice. maybe in the future," seonghwa replies as he continues playing.

you put on headphones and start watching a movie on the screen in front of you. however, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

—

seonghwa continues playing animal crossing. at one point, he connects his switch to a charger because the low battery notification pops on.

when he finishes decorating one section, he decides to show you. however, when he looks over at you, you're fast asleep with the movie still playing on the screen.

he pauses the movie for you and turns the screen off. you don't notice the changes since you’re asleep, which makes seonghwa relieved so you can rest as comfortably as you can in your seat.

eventually, seonghwa goes to sleep since the flight is a long one. he puts everything away and puts his headphones on before falling asleep.

—

"ladies and gentlemen, please mind the lights as we begin our second meal service. your choices for this meal—"

you open your eyes and squint at first due to the lights. you yawn and stretch your arms as much as you can.

it looks like seonghwa has been awake for a little bit, but he still looks tired.

"good morning...or afternoon? i forgot what time we're landing at," you say to him.

seonghwa chuckles and brushes his hand through his hair. "it'll be morning still when we land," he says to you. "sleep okay?"

you shrug, "as much as i can on a plane. you?"

"the same."

the flight attendants start serving food. you and seonghwa get your trays and eat together. you end up trading your snack bar for his yogurt while eating.

—

when the flight lands, everyone is eager to get off. you eventually get off the plane and head through immigration.

once you're through everything, you stand in an open area and try to figure out the train schedule. you look at your phone screen for awhile before hearing someone speak to you.

"you look confused."

you look up and see seonghwa standing in front of you with two suitcases with him.

"i'm trying to figure out how to get to the train and which one to take," you mention.

"show me. i might be able to help," he says. you show him your phone and tell him where you need to go. "oh, don't take that way. it'll take too long," he says. "listen, i know we just met on the plane, but i'd be happy to drive you. i have to take a taxi home, but i can drive you afterwards."

you shake your head, "i can't do that."

"i insist, or else you'll be on the train for two hours," he replies.

you think about it for a second but quickly make a decision. "alright, i'll take you up on your offer, but i'm paying for the taxi and at least a meal."

seonghwa smiles, "deal. we can visit each other on animal crossing if we have time later."

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 73

This is a new meaning to "Eating your words"

Look at that giant pillow! This has probably been the most comfortable sleep the party has had in weeks.

Laios offhandedly mentioned he's borrowing some clothes from Thistle. Delgal was wearing something similar but I didn't find any panels of anyone wearing that specific coat. I bet Laios chose to wear it because it has a fur-trimmed collar. He seems to have a light preference for that design element, maybe because it was normal to wear it in his youth.

So. Many. Pillows.

I take it Marcille never drank alcohol before, or at least not in large quantities. She doesn't know what a hangover is.

They're talking about their journey almost being over (again). At least this time, we can already tell how things are going to go horribly wrong. Becoming dungeon lord is not a good idea at all, and we still need to see how the Canaries screw everything up for them.

Laios has developed an understandable fear of the dungeon rabbits. He got spooked by the bird because he thought it might be a rabbit jumping out of the bushes.

Y'know, Laios did refer to Kabru correctly back in chapters 38 and 52 so he remembered Kabru's name for at least a week. First time I recall Laios getting Kabru's name wrong is chapter 66. I want to say there were two distinct days between chapters 52 and now (57-60 and 63-72) but there's room for several days to have passed between them since the party was near the start of the seventh floor in the first day and they had climbed all the way to the bottom the next time we see them.

I wonder what was going through Kabru's mind when he saw Falin. It would indicate the party must have come into conflict with Thistle and very recently too. So now he has to be concerned about whether or not he's too late in stopping Laios from becoming the new dungeon lord.

Kabru pulled his sleeves down to hide his cuffs.

Now that I think about it, Kabru wasn't wearing his armor when he left the dungeon in chapter 38, but he had his equipment on in chapter 53. Maybe someone else carried it back through the portal or maybe he had to buy a new set when he got back.

Laios shook Kabru's hand back in chapter 38. He's not good at remembering names or picking up on people's intents, but Laios has proven he can pick up on behaviours. So even if he can't tell why something is off, he can tell Kabru's handshake is not the same as last time.

Is that what a succubus actually looks like?

I love how Pattadol's fairy always expresses Pattadol's emotions.

Chilchuck is making everything worse. He might as well have said "We used black magic on this journey." And then he never says anything else or tries to stop Laios during the rest of the interrogation.

In an alternate timeline where the lion didn't warn the party about the Canaries, this entire interrogation could have gone differently. The Touden party still needs to be concerned about the elves finding out about Marcille using ancient magic, but they wouldn't have any reason to believe the Canaries are a threat and might be willing to explain the situation.

The Canaries are a task force designed to prevent demons from escaping the dungeons, so the last thing the Winged Lion wants is for its pawns to work with the group that is specially-trained to stop it.

Why is one of the ingredients for bavarois "That one milk"? The only milk I can think of is succubus milk.

Never stops being funny watching Kabru suffer the consequences of his attempts to manipulate Laios.

That slime is the one from floor 1? They've been traveling for about a month now!!

I think Otta does have a point about the slime coming from a graveyard. Who knows what kind of bacteria is inside it.

I'm disappointed Cithis managed to hypnotize them that easily.

For someone with a bad sense of direction, Mithrun is very good at showing up where he's not wanted.

Nothing replaced Izutsumi meaning she was teleported to an open space.

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[born-to-lose-writing]

Teenage Romance

Pairing: Pete Townshend x John Entwistle

Requested by @dannyawesome65

Summary: John confesses to Pete, but them being best friends before doesn't stop them from acting nervous while in a relationship.

Tags: fluff, teenagers, implied homophobia

Words: 2,758

A/N: Young and awkward Towntwistle (featuring a little fem presenting Pete)! I loved writing this 🥺💖

Pete and John spent every break at school together and most of the time they were outside in the school yard, chatting in a quiet place. They never ran out of topics and when they did, they enjoyed that they didn't have to speak to feel comfortable in the other's company.

They wandered around, talking about dogs and sharing dreams of the future, until they found a bench next to a bush that needed some cutting, but it was good enough for them as they couldn't be observed as easily.

Continuing their conversation, they were sitting so close that their knees touched when one of them thought of something urgent to tell the other and shifted in his seat. Pete wasn't bothered by it at all. In fact, he liked when John touched him in whatever way, whether it was a handshake or the brush of his hand when he gave him something.

There was a pause while Pete listened to the light breeze through the bush shielding them from the teachers’ and fellow pupils’ eyes. “I love you,” John suddenly said, pulling his friend out of his trance.

Pete's heart stopped for a second before it started beating faster. He had probably had a crush on him for a while – at least he felt similar about him as he had felt about his first girlfriend, although he secretly had thoughts concerning John he had never had about anybody else. He felt butterflies in his stomach and tucked his shaky hands into his pockets. Surely John couldn't mean it this way though, right?

“Yeah, me too,” he replied, trying his best to sound casual so he wouldn't embarrass himself in case it was simply meant as words of appreciation for being a good friend.

John shook his head, turning to look at the boy next to him. “No, I love you. I'm in love,” he nearly whispered.

“Oh,” Pete simply said, still not knowing how to respond. Of course, he had fallen in love with him too, but he was a boy. The look in John's eyes told him that he was being serious, but Pete hadn't expected him to reciprocate his feelings.

Hesitantly, he reached out to hold his friend’s hand. John glanced down and smiled before they both returned to looking at their surroundings, staying like this for the rest of the period.

When the bell rang, John shyly placed his free hand on Pete's cheek, making him look at him. He closed his eyes and quickly gave him a peck on the lips before letting go of his hand and motioning for Pete to follow him to the next class, a sheepish grin on his face.

He was blushing hard as he hurried back inside the school building. His thoughts were all over the place and he only hoped he wouldn't forget which class was next.

Pete tried his best to stay focused despite his eyes wandering to glance at the clock above the door every now and then to figure out how long it would be until he would see John again. Finally, the last lesson ended and they met at the same spot where they always did before walking home, often going to the other's house or stopping to buy something to eat.

John was smiling when he spotted Pete walking up to him with fast steps. “How were your last classes?”

“Uh, they were fine,” Pete stammered, honestly not remembering much from anything that had happened after the last break.

His friend grinned and suggested, “Let's get some food.”

While making their way to their favourite fish and chips shop in Acton, it felt like nothing had changed compared to last week when they had taken the same route at the same time in the afternoon. As long as you ignored Pete's pounding heartbeat, the more awkward conversations than usual, the avoiding eye contact and the nervous little smiles when their eyes did meet.

Weird as it sounded, Pete liked watching John eat. Something about the way he liked to eat and sometimes ate a lot in a short time was sensual to him. He could stare now, couldn't he?

“What is it?” John asked after he finished chewing. Pete hoped he didn't make him feel self-conscious.

“Hm? Nothing,” he quickly replied, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looked back down at his own food and continued eating.

After they had finished, John patted Pete's back and they threw away their newspaper wrappings. This was a normal gesture for them, so why did it suddenly make Pete shudder?

“It's too early to go home, don't you think?” he said after a while, wandering around neither in the direction of his house nor John’s.

“We don't have to.” They kept walking until they found a less crowded green area.

Pete started to climb up a tree, stretching his hand out to help John follow him when he had reached the top. On occasions like this, they had often held hands before, but they had usually let go when support wasn't needed anymore. This time, they didn't. Although John's hand felt hotter today than ever, Pete wouldn't mind getting burnt and intertwined their fingers, resting them on his thigh.

Despite the tree being fairly thick, they had a nice view from up there between leaves. Shifting to spot a new building his friend had pointed out, John’s foot slipped and Pete immediately put his arm around his middle.

“I got you,” he said and John wrapped an arm around his friend as well to steady each other.

“Did you mean what you said?” Pete asked nervously after a few minutes. He assumed he had meant it based on how he had been acting since, but he wanted to make sure.

“Of course,” John answered, asking equally anxiously, “Do you?”

“Yes.” They smiled at each other and this time, Pete brought up enough courage to initiate a kiss. Normally, he wouldn't have, but John seemed to be just as timid as him in this case and he didn't know if he would ever get to kiss him again if they continued acting like this.

He leaned forward and kissed him, feeling John’s grip on him tightening in fear of Pete falling. Finally, they actually had the chance to savour the kiss without having to break it after a second. Pete placed his hand on John’s shoulder and right after he pulled away, the older boy leaned in for another one, a little less awkward, a little more loving and a little firmer to show they were certain of their feelings.

Then they sat in silence as especially right now it was nice to not have to say anything and just reflect on today's events while being together. They wouldn't know what to talk about anyway. The casual topics they usually talked about? Rambling about what had made them realize they had a crush on each other? Deep confessions for which it was much too soon? All options they came up with seemed wrong, so staying quiet was the easiest thing to do.

Eventually, it was time to go home and before they parted ways, Pete squeezed John's hand and waved as he disappeared inside, wide smiles on their faces.

From then on, they made it a habit to sit on that bench where they had confessed their love for each other during breaks. It was on site so they wouldn't get into trouble for leaving the school yard, but it served enough privacy to allow them to be themselves – almost, at least. John had always acted as a shield for Pete when other kids bullied him, but if they got caught, they wouldn't even back off from him.

They still only showed affection in secret, but their fond looks and way of talking implied that there was more than pure friendship going on between them.

When they saw each other in the morning, they embraced like friends did. When they sat in their quiet spot in the school yard, they held hands for the entire break and sometimes rested their heads on the other’s shoulder. When they were about to return to their classes, they shared a brief kiss when nobody was around. On their way home, they walked close enough for their arms to touch. Before going inside their houses, they hugged and squeezed each other's hand.

All this subtle affection didn’t mean the initial awkwardness had disappeared. In fact, they were still nervous about every light touch, even if they had been holding hands during breaks each day for two weeks. They weren't used to it and scared of doing something wrong, which increased proportionally with their growing feelings for each other.

As if a crush on his best friend wasn't enough, Pete was having confusing thoughts about his own gender and after John had confessed his love for him, he felt slightly more confident in his wish to experiment with his appearance.

John could have basically any girl he wanted, yet he wanted Pete, and that boosted his self-esteem. At times, he still felt a little weird about it because in his eyes, John was way ahead of him and he often had the image of the John he had first met in the back of his mind. He had already looked like a young man when Pete would remain a little boy for a few more years. Of course, that was not the problem as their age difference was only seven months. Objectively, there wasn't any problem.

He didn't consider himself attractive, but women and girls wore makeup to enhance nice features too, so it only made sense for him to try the same. Not too much, only a little to see how he could look prettier without overdoing it and risking being called slurs.

Besides that, presenting feminine was practically impossible wearing his school uniform, but he did start to put on a layer of mascara occasionally. The difference was very subtle as he already had dark eyelashes, so unless you got close to him, you would barely notice, while he still felt girlier and even cute.

An additional motivation was to doll himself up for John, especially today when he was coming over for the first time since that special school break. He decided to put on two more layers of mascara than usual along with some eyeliner and just a little bit of his mum’s red lipstick, which he applied with his fingertip to tint his lips enough not to look pale but not so bright that he would look like a clown.

Then, the doorbell rang and Pete rushed to open the door, excited to see John again, even if they had just met at school the day prior. John's eyes went straight to Pete's lips and he smiled as he was let in.

Neither of them knew how to greet each other yet, especially in public, but behind closed doors, Pete felt like he could hug his friend tighter and longer – or rather boyfriend now. He was still getting used to it despite never referring to him as more than his best friend when talking to anyone else. John wrapped his arms around Pete, still nervous but less now that they were not around other people.

However, he was here to rehearse, so Pete pulled away and led him to his room, loosely holding John’s hand as he did. Not because he needed guidance as he had been at the Townshends’ flat many times before, but because Pete liked showing affection, which they couldn't do freely when outside.

They practiced together as normal, with the usual reassurance from John that Pete had talent when he got frustrated over not playing something the way he had imagined.

“Thank you,” he murmured, looking down at his guitar to fiddle with the tuning.

Sitting beside him, John had the chance to catch a proper glimpse at Pete's makeup. His eyelashes appeared fuller and longer like the legs of a spider and his dark pink tinted lips made him look even cuter than John had already thought he was.

“You're so pretty,” he remarked quietly, knees touching again.

Pete slowly looked up, blinking. “You think so?”

The older boy nodded. “The mascara brings out your eyes.”

John was too nervous to mention the lipstick despite that being the detail that made his heart race. He wanted to kiss him so badly and perhaps have Pete leave a faint stain on his lips too.

“You should wear makeup more often,” he added sheepishly, gaze still not moving away from his lips.

Before Pete could respond in any way, John pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth, his hand resting on Pete's thigh. He quickly returned the kiss, first not knowing what to do with his hands until he started playing with John’s hair at the nape of his neck. Normally, John hated people touching his hair, but he soon figured out Pete was the exception. He wanted to melt into him but feared he would be moving too fast, so he pulled away with a smile.

Pete reached out to lightly drag his thumb over John's lips, chuckling. “Rubbed off a little.”

“Sharing is caring,” John smirked, Pete's touch giving him a tingling feeling on his skin.

After sharing a lingering look, they looked away nervously and picked up their instruments again. John cleared his throat and suggested the next song.

The way their playing complemented each other was indicative of their relationship. While they concentrated to impress each other and thankfully played louder than their pounding hearts, the air was full of adoration and both of them silently waited for the other to take another break so they could kiss again or find some excuse to touch each other.

It had gotten late and honestly, John didn't want to leave yet. As Pete often slept over at his place when everything became too much or he just didn't feel like going home the same day, Pete offered John to stay the night.

During those overnight visits, they always shared a bed. John's family's house didn't have a guest room and even if it had, he would have preferred to be in his friend's own room either way. Despite Pete initially planning to sleep on the rug next to the bed, John had insisted on a more comfortable sleeping space and since then it had been the most natural thing in the world for them to sleep in the same bed.

Of course, it had always been purely platonic. They hadn't cuddled – most of the time at least, although they had sometimes woken up snuggled up to each other, especially on colder nights – and neither had they felt weird about sharing his bed.

Tonight, however, a certain sense of awkwardness hung in the air as they got ready for bed. It was clear that they were going to sleep together in Pete's bed as well, but both of them felt nervous for reasons they didn't understand. If anything, them being in a relationship now should make it less strange. Otherwise, nothing had changed. There were no expectations to be met, all they had to do was go to sleep the same way they had done since early into their friendship.

Eventually, they climbed into bed one after the other, John lying on his right side and Pete close behind him as his rather small bed didn't allow for much physical distance. Before they would fall asleep, he urgently needed to say something.

“John?”

Hearing Pete say his name suddenly made him feel warm inside. He must have said it a thousand times before, but only now he couldn't contain his joy upon the sound of his name rolling off Pete's lips.

John turned around to face him. “Yes?”

“I love you,” he said softly, for the first time in this context, maybe even for the first time to him in general.

He flashed him the same crooked grin that Pete was weak for. Paired with the blush creeping up on his cheeks and his half-lidded eyes that had softened with tiredness, it was enough to confirm that what he had just said was the truth.

Yawning, John brushed some hair out of Pete's eyes and kissed his nose. His hand moved down his cheek and then found his boyfriend's hand, who smiled shyly and rolled over. John was still holding his hand over the boy's shoulder, whispering, “Good night, Pete.”

[briastar-artz]

*Slams this pic on the table*

This took me, almost, a month to make. My motivation kept on trying to leave but everytime I brought it back, just to finish this. And now, I did it, I've finished it! Yay! :D

(I tried another way to draw/colour for this art and I am NEVER gonna draw like this way ever again!)

Anyways, here is a drawing of all supernaturals Molly! We have Wraith Molly from canon. Dhampir Molly by me. And both Vampire Molly and Werewolf Molly belong to @tornrose24 !

I use to draw this in my sketch book before, but there's only Wraith Molly, Werewolf Molly and my Vamp Molly. After I saw @artistcaptainbendy art of both Werewolf and Vampire Scratch fighting, it inspired me to draw this. If both Scratch gonna have a fight, then the Mollys will totally gonna be sitting and bonding as they having a nice chat (probably about their Scratch or how any enhappifying schemes) together while they have a tea. It's a cute idea I couldn't pass up! I totally had the most fun drawing Werewolf Molly.

Anyways cya and @tornrose24 I hope you like it! And have an enhappifying day, noon or night!

B☆

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Forget the coliseums Elden Ring needs to patch in a room at the roundtable specifically for taking screenshots of your character with decent lighting that doesn't weirdly obscure face details

[elementalsparkles]

sometimes i forget i don't actually have to play a game but can just watch playthroughs

[pa-pa-plasma]

had to reblog previous tags because this explains it perfectly. the hair in the above images is blonde, not brown.

this is about what my natural hair color is and i never know what to call it bc ive seen people call this color both blonde & brown so. pls reblog im curious as to what the common consensus is

[lvrsfilm]

Lieutenant Simon Riley has a favorite nurse. She's sweet as sugar and polite, stitching up every bloodied soldier with gentle words and touches so light they barely feel the push and pull of the suturing. Appreciative, whether they return the soft conversation or not. He likes the way she floats around the medical wing, the way she smiles softly at everyone, even him. He's sure she knows what he's been doing, but she isn't stopping him, so he assumes she doesn't mind.

Every morning, without fail she gets up and comes into the wing in a different colored pair of scrubs. A new color every day, never the same one twice in a week. She sits at the front desk or at another station somewhere around and sips a can of ginger ale through a straw, pretending she doesn't see Simon's eyes on her while she works.

"Wha's it t'day?" Simon says gruffly as he approaches her, bypassing the other nurses almost completely. "Blackberry," She says softly, looking up at him and displaying the can. He takes a look at her scrubs, and of course, they're a dark purple, matching the can. It suits her, he thinks. Not an obnoxious shade, one that matches her skin tone well. "Good?" He asks her, like he always does. "Not my favorite,' she says as she sets the can back down. He hums lowly in reply as his eyes linger on the fabric of her scrubs, the way the cloth dips over her soft curves.

"You hurt?" She asks him cheekily, "Or just taken an interest in the medical field?" He grunts, pulling his eyes away from her scrubs and meeting her own. "Nae," He says lowly. "Just passing by," he adds, shoving his gloved hands into his pockets to keep from touching her. Or reaching out to smooth out a wrinkle in her clothing, or tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

He doesn't know what else to say, wanting to keep her attention on him. "Suits ya," He ends up saying softly, trying to sound as gruff as possible, but his eyes are trained on hers, his hazel eyes staring into her own irises. "The purple." He grumbles, cursing inwardly because why is he acting like he's never spoken to a pretty bird before?

"Thank you, Lieutenant." She says sweetly, a nice red tinting the apples of her cheeks. Simon shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unsure what to say next. Small talk hasn't ever been his strong suit, but walking away feels wrong, like cutting a thread that’s barely started to weave.

"You sure you're alright?" she asks again, but this time there's something softer in her voice. A note of genuine curiosity, her hands stilling on her keyboard. "You don’t usually linger this long."

He scowls—not at her, but at himself for being so obvious. "Dinnae know I was bein’ timed," he mutters, stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets.

She chuckles, the sound low and warm. "You’re not. Just... noticed, is all." Her gaze flicks over him, quick and subtle, like she’s trying to piece him together without openly prying. She's familiar with Simon, knows how private he is. "Busy morning?"

He shrugs. "Same as usual. Training, Paperwork."

Her lips quirk upward in a faint smile, but there’s a shadow of worry behind her eyes. "Sounds like you could use a break."

"Aye," he says gruffly, a hand leaving his pocket to scratch at the base of his balaclava. "Reckon this is it."

Her smile softens at that, and for a moment, neither of them speaks. There’s a weight in the air, something unspoken that presses against his chest, and hers. He wants to say more, to keep her talking, but the words are tangled up in his throat.

"Y’know," she says after a pause, "I think purple might actually suit you too."

His brows furrow softly, squinting at her a bit behind the mask, and for a split second, he wonders if she’s teasing him. But her expression is sincere, her eyes glinting with a quiet kind of amusement.

"Me?" he scoffs, shaking his head. "Don’t reckon that’s in regulation."

She shrugs lightly, leaning against the desk. "Wouldn’t hurt to try. Maybe a mask or something. Just a little color." There’s a playful glint in her eyes now, and he feels the corner of his mouth twitch despite himself.

"Don’t think I’d pull it off," he mutters, though there’s a faint warmth creeping up his neck, hidden by the black fabric.

"I disagree," she says softly, and the weight of her gaze feels heavier than before. He looks at her then, really looks, and finds himself rooted to the spot.

"You always this cheeky with the patients?" he grumbles, trying to mask the fact that she’s gotten under his skin.

"Only the ones who hover around the nurses' station without a good excuse," she quips, her smile widening just a fraction. "But I don’t mind. You’re welcome anytime, Lieutenant."

His heart gives a traitorous thump at her words, but he swallows it down and grunts in reply. "I’ll hold ya to that," he says, his voice rougher than he intends.

As he turns to leave, her voice calls him back again, soft and lilting. "Oh, and Simon?"

He stops dead in his tracks. She’s never used his name before. Slowly, he turns his head to glance at her, his hazel eyes locking onto hers.

"Next time," she says, lifting her can of ginger ale in a mock toast, "you could at least bring one of these to share."

His lips twitch into something dangerously close to a smile. "Aye," he murmurs, his voice low. "I’ll see what I can do."

And as he walks out of the wing, he finds himself already wondering what color she’ll be wearing tomorrow.

[capricornlevi]

nanami x reader - w.c 3k, marraige of convenience, mentions of societal pressure but everything is consensual!, nsfw, mdni!

without even meeting him, you agreed to marry nanami kento without any expectations of future love, romantic or otherwise.

the pairing is advantageous for the both of you; you get access to the impressive nanami family fortune that has grown substantially now that kento is managing it, while he gets to enjoy a close association with your prestigious family and the subsequent educational opportunities that your children will benefit from. it's sensible and by far the best option you'd been presented with.

you've exchanged letters with him, polite and concise. you can read between the lines and see that he shares a disillusioned view of jujutsu society, but is more than willing to step up for the good of his family.

you weren't coerced by anyone. far from it -- your mother and father had sat you down and asked if you were sure, that they would understand if you wanted to take more time or to choose a different path for yourself altogether.

but you know the rest of society would not be so kind or understanding. marriage between two sorcerers, as antiquated as it seems, is how you survive amongst all of these competitive, power-hungry families.

from what you've read and heard about him, nanami will provide stability. he's progressive in his thinking, and so wont expect anything from you that he wouldn't be willing to do as well. you've learned that he's a teacher at tokyo tech, and has received glowing reviews; he'll be a good father.

and so on this misty thursday morning, you lay eyes on your fiancé for the first time as he slips a ring on your finger and promises to stay by your side forever.

the ceremony is as bare-bones as your reputation will allow. the guest list doesn't hit the triple digits, a huge departure from society norms, but representatives from the major houses sit in floral-clad wooden chairs to watch you repeat the words that the officiant speaks in your direction.

nanami takes your hands in his. they're warm, which is nice. this dress isn't designed for November weather, but it's an heirloom -- and truthfully, you're glad to be wearing it. you'd never given much thought to a wedding, but it makes your mother and grandmother very happy.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't relieved to discover how handsome nanami is. you were previously shown a few polaroids of him -- staff pictures, mostly, but some with the rest of his family -- and had known he wasn't bad-looking, but the pictures weren't clear enough to give you a proper understanding of his looks.

his blond hair is styled neatly, not a hair out of place. he has nice features, strong jawline and cheekbones, and soft eyes, a good combination. you know his gaze can be piercing when he wants it to be, but now, he looks at you gently.

you know you made the right decision.

more vows, a kiss, and you're married.

___

the reception goes mercifully smoothly. the mix of guests -- powerful sorcerer family heads, rich businesspeople, and just a few of your personal friends -- didn't appear to gel too well on paper, but they mostly stick to their own factions. you greet them all until your vocal cords grow tired.

a meal is served on plates so ornate it makes you feel awkward eating off them. you nurse a glass of wine for most of the evening and nanami does the same, politely waving off the servers who approach to refill his glass.

a promising sign that he doesn't feel the need to drown his sorrows. this is a marriage of convenience, yes, but you'd like to be able to get along reasonably well with your spouse.

and, to his credit, he's been making light conversation with you all evening. he doesn't dip into deep or uncomfortable topics like your marriage or future plans, figuring that's best saved for later, but he asks you questions about yourself. by the end of the evening, you feel safe enough to allude to your desire for a future somewhat outside society's norms -- "I've always wanted to travel, honestly. maybe ... spend a few years abroad" -- and, to your pleasant surprise, he doesn't rebuff them. if anything, he seems somewhat pleased.

you have another glass of wine and before you know it, it's the early hours of the morning. you're nowhere near tipsy but feel ready for bed, ready to wipe off this makeup and slip into something more comfortable; thankfully, guests have started to slip out one by one, with only immediate family remaining.

your unpleasant and friendless older cousin makes a joke about you needing to say your goodbyes to 'go please your husband', and nanami's face sours for the first time all evening. your cousin notices and sheepishly takes a drink, mumbling something about it being his time to leave too.

with some final hugs to your respective families, it's time to leave with ...

... with your husband.

in his last letter before the wedding, nanami agreed that your city-centre apartment would be the best place to live in the first few weeks of your marriage, until you find somewhere more permanent that suits you both, and so that's where you go.

you show him around each room, including some storage space where his luggage had been delivered this morning. interspersed with some more small talk, you explain that although it's small, it's well placed for both of you to get to work. he smiles and nods, thanking you with a warmth that doesn't feel forced.

you offer him some tea or whiskey; he says he's fine.

you yawn. he loosens his tie, clearly exhausted himself.

the last room you show him is your bedroom, and it becomes harder and harder not to address the elephant in the room. there's very clearly no second bed, no room for him to stay that wouldn't necessitate a lot of closeness between the two of you.

the silence hangs heavy and loaded, both of you waiting for the other to speak.

well. this is one issue you hadn't covered before the ceremony.

you have no issue with a sexual relationship -- in fact, you're somewhat looking forward to it, having spent the evening admiring the way nanami's shirt hugs his strong arms and chest. but you're not sure if tonight, the first night you've ever met, is the best night to start.

sure, the concept of the wedding night speaks for itself, but it's not as black-and-white in your situation. he might want to spend some time settling in, first. he might not even be that interested in you.

"want me to take the couch?" he asks quietly, with no hint of resentment or offence in his voice. he makes the offer with a sincerity you haven't heard from a man in a long time.

you don't break your silence, but not because you're uncomfortable or anything of the sort -- you're just assessing your options.

"there's nothing i expect from you, just so you know," he continues, and you turn your head to face him, seeing his eyes scan your face for any sign of unease. "the last thing i want is for you to do ... this ... out of obligation or pressure. we have a lifetime to get to know each other, to reach that point -- i want you to be comfortable around me."

your upbringing has made you a sceptic, a pessimist at times, but for some reason, you believe him. maybe it's the look in his eyes, or the fact that he's taken your hand in his own, interlocking your fingers, but there's something about him that sets him aside from normal sorcerers.

he seems real. he seems as though, powers and fortunes and family names aside, he has some substance about him.

"do you want to?" you ask then, voice almost inaudible quiet from a day spent conversing with guests at your wedding.

he doesn't hear you, so he dips his head in your direction; you repeat yourself and wait, hoping you hadn't pressed the issue.

his composure doesn't crack, but something flashes in his eyes as he processes your question. he has such control over the movements of his features, over every expression in his body, except for his eyes, you think.

maybe you just happen to be good at reading him.

he mulls it over for a second, his grip on your hand never slacking.

"i want to," he finally admits. "i've wanted to for a while, truthfully. I've spent a lot of late nights picturing how it would feel to be inside you, to hear what my name sounds like when you say it. but i only want that if you want it too."

you smile without meaning to. "you imagined that from just reading a few letters?"

"yes, and it's a testament to my trust in my new wife that I'm telling you that," he replies, still polite but tinged with amusement.

it feels strange standing at your bedroom doorway, hand in hand with this almost-stranger, imagining what it would be like to indulge in these thoughts you've both been having, spending your first night together tangled up in the sheets and allowing some of the indulgence you've long denied yourself.

duty gets tiring. for a long time, you've been unsure what it feels like to genuinely want something.

now, you're pretty sure it feels something like this. it's organic and unforced, a natural desire that sends heat curling in the pit of your stomach.

wordlessly, you guide nanami into your room, closing the door behind you. there's a hint of a smile on his lips as you ask him for help to untie your wedding dress, the intricate pattern of buttons trailing up your spine proving too technical for your own hands. he's methodical in his work, careful to not damage the delicate clasps.

soon your dress is loose around your hips, your chest covered by the thin slip you wore underneath. you set the garment carefully aside before returning the favour and starting to undo nanami's shirt, avoiding eye contact as your hands expose more and more of his bare chest.

you want to do this, you know that for sure, but that doesn't mean you won't feel a bit of awkwardness at the start. you're not well practiced, having had too busy a life for romantic relationships until now. you hope that instinct will kick in sooner than later, but you've no doubt nanami will help you along the way.

when you finally build up the nerve to glance up at him as he shrugs off the shirt, he's looking at you as though you're the only person he ever wants touching him.

you hear the soft clink of metal and realise he's undoing his belt.

"are you sure?" he asks one more time.

that one question, and the earnestness with which he speaks, erases the last shred of doubt you had. you place your trust in him for the second time today.

you nod and reach across to his belt in the same breath, helping him pull it free from the loops to be tossed by the armchair near your desk.

you move as though controlled by something other than yourself, the decisions coming so naturally it feels as though you've been imagining it for weeks as well.

and maybe you have, you think to yourself, as you confidently guide him back slowly until he's sitting down on the plush armchair, his suit pants still on as you crawl onto his lap, pressing your chest against his. the thin fabric of your slip means you can feel the heat of his body against your skin, nipples hardening as they graze against his muscles.

you've just about balanced yourself, carefully perched on his lap when you feel his hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss that has you grinding against his thighs before you can even catch your breath.

you've never been kissed like this. the few kisses you've had before have been with partners who see you as a means to an end, be it for your family name, your reputation, or just for sex. you've never been kissed by someone who seems to get more from your pleasure than from his own.

you now know he meant it when he said he's been picturing this.

you kiss him for as long as you can, and you're not sure if it's for seconds, minutes, hours. you kiss him until there's a heat burning between your thighs you can no longer stand, that you need to have satiated by the visible, prominent bulge in the front of his suit pants.

when you finally break away, lips numb and kiss-slick, nanami's hair is touselled - you don't remember running your hands through them, but you must have at some point - and he reaches up to run his fingers under the straps of your slip, asking with his eyes if he can guide them off your shoulders.

you nod, and your chest is exposed to the cool night air for a split second before nanami's mouth is on one of your nipples, tongue circling the sensitive skin and making you cry out.

one of the words you moan must be his name, because you feel him smile as he turns his attention towards the other nipple, hands now at the small of your back to keep you close to him.

you can't take it much longer. you need to be touched so badly, you didn't even think you were capable of wanting it this much -- and you only want him to do it, now and maybe forever.

maybe he can read your mind or maybe you babbled out the request, but nanami finally takes pity on you, giving your nipple one final lick before resting his shoulders back against the cushion of the armrest and sliding his hands up your thighs, hooking your underwear with his fingers -- you lift your hips up to let him slip them off.

his composure slips further when he finally touches you between your legs, feeling how wet you've gotten for him, seeing how you react when he slips his index finger inside.

your head falls back and you hold a breath, focusing all of your attention on the sensation of him inside you, on the way he curls the digit ever-so-slightly before pulling it out and fucking you with two this time, almost -- almost -- tipping you over the edge.

"such a pretty wife," he mumbles almost under his breath, voice and gaze reverent as he watches you rock yourself against his hand. "my beautiful, perfect wife, aren't you?"

you want to answer him but can't, lungs feeling near-empty as you fumble with the buttons of his pants.

"i will never be able to think of anything else but you, i think," he muses, half-smiling. "you in my lap ... you making those pretty little noises ... i might be a ruined man, you know. and I'm glad of it."

he only stops speaking when you finally get your hand on his clothed cock, his breath catching in his throat as you trace it with your fingers.

you want tonight, the first of many times together, to start with you cumming on your husband's cock.

nanami just watches as you finally pull him out of his underwear, his length thick and hard in your hand as you give it a few messy strokes. it's all the both of you can manage before you need to have it inside you -- you shift your hips to sit on it, nanami's eyes fixed on the site of the head slipping inside.

it's a stretch, as you expected, but one you've been craving since you closed the bedroom door. you take him inch by inch, lowering yourself down as his breath quickens, clearly battling the urge to thrust up inside you.

but he's careful with you, and doesn't want to hurt you. his wife.

you lift yourself up too much and his cock slips out, slapping aginst his stomach and you nearly cry at the sudden emptiness, eager and clumsy as you guide him back inside you.

he kisses you when you sink down next, tongue massaging your own until the feeling of almost-too-full turns to a perfect, satisfying heat in your core.

eventually you're ready to quicken the pace, bouncing on his cock before long, your mind working too fast for you to keep up as you see nanami's cheekbones flush pink, his pupils dark as you ride him until your thighs ache.

you power through the sensation, nanami helping you along by meeting your hips with his, his thumb tracing uneven circles on your puffy clit. he calls you perfect and other beautiful words; you don't say anything besides more, more and, soon after, nearly there, nearly there, please, please, I'm so close --

your entire body lights up with the most wonderful sensation, hitting you like a wave and sweeping you away in its warm glow, with nanami's hands now on your hips, guiding your movements in exactly the way you need it -- not too hard, not too slow, not too fast.

you're still pulsing around him when you feel his body stiffen, his strong thighs tensing as he groans through gritted teeth. he pulls you in for a crushing kiss as he finishes, filling you up and thrusting as deep as he can until oversensitivity takes over.

the afterglow has you a contented and exhausted mess, muscles aching but satisfied in a way you'll spend forever seeking.

reluctantly, you slip off his cock to retake your place on his lap, marvelling at how undone you both have become, a far cry from your perfect wedding appearance.

you look perfect to him, though, you know as much from the kiss he presses to your sweaty forehead and the way his arm wraps around your shoulders.

"we didn't even make it to the bed," you observe, eyebrows raising as you finally return to your own body. "i ... wasn't expecting that."

"we have a lifetime to spend in bed," he replies, a smile in his voice.

and once again, for reasons you still don't understand, you believe him.

[skyahri]

How They'd Do You |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Madara Uchiha, and Naruto Uzumaki.

Summary: How they are in bed.

Warnings: NSFW. Mentions of sex and foreplay. Breeding kink, breast and nipple play, head, etc.

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Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke isn't one to give up control very easily, especially when he's in any sort of vulnerable state.

More often than not, he's on top of you, forcing your legs against your chest and not holding anything back as he thrusts into you.

On the rare occasion he allows you to top, he's still 100% in control. He always ends up taking over towards the end when he can't take it anymore. His release is close, and something in his brain is begging him to rail you.

He wouldn't be into actual choking in fear he'd lose control of his strength, but he's not afraid to use your neck as a handle of sorts to keep your body from moving too much.

Hes the embodiment of a breeding kink.

He's close to his end. He places his hand on your stomach and forces his seed in you.

If he's still got stamina, he's pushing you onto your hands and knees for round two, ass high up in the air.

"Not a single drop spills. Got it?"

Emergency contraceptive is your best friend, but let's be real. It fails sooner rather than later based on the sheer amount you rely on it.

Kakashi Hatake

Foreplay king. He loves head, both giving and receiving, sometimes even at the same time. Nipple play, fingering, whatever it is you're needing, he's providing.

Passionate.

When he does share his mind, it's never a light matter, and sex is no different.

Kissing, hand holding, praising - it's all a very important part of the act for him. He's pouring his heart and soul into you every time you're together.

But don't get it wrong, he's still a man. Those sweet nothings and soft whispers about how much he loves you quickly turn into dirty talk.

"You're such a good girl."

"You look so pretty wrapped around my cock."

"You're mine, you know that?"

He definitely sticks his fingers in your mouth.

After a certain point, he let's his dick do the thinking for him. You don't mind one bit.

He's all about aftercare. Rags or showers or just physical contact, whatever you want, he's got it. He knows he's not always the best at taking care of you, but this is one instance where he's confident about what he's doing.

Shikamaru Nara

My man is lazy and that doesn't change, even in the bedroom.

He usually doesn't go down on you but enjoys when you sit on his face. He'll wrap his arms around to grip your thighs. He's never one to turn down head but doesn't really make foreplay a priority.

Some might call him a pillow princess at first glance, but it's deeper than that. He has the control, he just let's you do the work most of the time.

You may be on top, but his strong grip and guiding fingers tell you exactly what to do.

Sometimes, he doesn't care for the pleasantries that come with dragging it out. He'll nestle between your legs and let his head dip down to your neck.

Lazy thrusts, but that's fine. Deeper is always better than faster.

He doesn't really do dirty talk, but he's definitely not silent. He's vocal, always groaning, maybe he'll tell you that he loves you if he's feeling a certain way.

Madara Uchiha

Most of the time, he's hate fucking you.

There's no time for foreplay when he's immediately slamming you against the wall when he gets home.

Despite all the anger radiating off of him as he mercilessly thrusts into you, he's calling you the sweetest nicknames he can think of. Love or Darling or something of the sort.

He always finishes inside. You're not sure if he's just too busy letting his frustration out to think, or if he's actively trying to get you pregnant.

It's both... sort of. For him, anger is just passion and fuel. It has nothing to do with his actions. He's pumping you full of his cum because he likes to claim you. He wants you to bare his children. He wants people to know you're his.

Aftercare isn't as straightforward for him. He's not offering to clean you up, but he tries to find ways to subtly apologize for turning you into a toy.

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto runs on pure instinct in every aspect of his life.

He's doing what feels right in the moment and confirming it with you if it's something he's unsure about. (Consent is key).

He's a people pleaser. He's always making sure he takes care of you before he even thinks about himself. Eating you out, fingering, breast play, whatever you want.

He's sloppy. It's just something that always emerges with him. He's placing wet kisses on your neck, his hand placement can sometimes be a bit awkward, but it all adds to the experience.

His head gets so foggy with love and lust that he honestly can't think straight. The way his body takes control and he ravages you in an almost primal way, it's to die for.

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! first time w toji, virgin!reader, reader is lil insecure about how her coochie looks and her performance, just the tip/fucking you with his tip, HEAVY praise/encouragement & reassurance, light begging, toji take its slow and is soft soft soft for you, forehead kisses, hand holding during sex is so sweet, light making out, overstimulation/hints of mind break, very light size kink, daddy/mama

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! Do you think Toji would be gentle if it was your first time having sex? Just imagine him rubbing his tip against our entrance and being like “relax for me, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

Fey: we can take a moment to appreciate soft toji after some mean toji

Toji grinds his hard, heavy cock on your soft cunt. The feeling is so surreal and new to you, the warmth of his cock, the softness of his skin with how hard and heavy he is.

Toji’s weight is comforting when he leans over you. Softly kissing your forehead then encouraging you, “‘You can take me lil mama, we’re gonna go slow,” gently grabbing your hand “Squeeze my hand for comfort, how’s this sound, say blue if it gets too much.”

Sitting up grabbing his thick hard cock and lining himself up with your soaking wet cunt. Slowly rubbing his cock between your soft lips. “Your lips are so pretty mama, I love seeing them around my cockhead.” Your cheeks heat up as you look away.

“You’re staring too much! My pussy looks weird! Nnnn!” Your jaw drops when he nudges his thick cock head in. The pleasure is stronger than the acute discomfort which quickly melts as Toji strokes your clit.

Clenching Toji’s cock he croons, “We can't be looking at the same pretty lil’ cunt. She’s so soft, wet and fuckin’ gorgeous, I wanna take my time with her.” Toji keeps still groaning when you clench his fat head.

It feels so wonderful but strange having someone else touching your soft clit while they’re inside of you. When you close your eyes Toji gently squeezes your hand.

“Beautiful mama I need you to look at me.” When you look at him he smiles, “Good girl.” He glides some of his cock in and you jolt, tensing up, your nerves getting the best of you. “

He slowly pulls out leaving half his head inside you. He croons, “Relax for me mama, trust me to take good care of your gorgeous lil’ cunt.” Taking the moment to admire how your little hole is stretching when he pushes the rest of his head in.

“I can't stop watching her take me. Everything about your pussy is beautiful, the color, your shape of your lips n’ how soft you feel around me, fuck lil mama. Tell me you have a gorgeous cunt.” The way he is playing with your clit is making it hard to think.

“Nnngonna cum?! Daddy? How? I already?” Your head is going fuzzy from the intense euphoric high of cumming again.

Toji croons, “Go ahead lil’ mama cum on ya daddy’s cock.” Twisting your hips he glides his cock out.” You’re doing so good.” Stroking your clit faster as your soaking wet cunt spasms around nothing and soaks the bed.

“You can handle it, that’s it, you’re doing so good cumming. Ya can keep going.” Biting your bottom lip as he lines himself back up. He barely nudges his head in. “Say you have a beautiful cunt, if you want more than just the tip.”

Pushing your hips down whilst pleading, “I have a beautiful cunt! Please put it in, I want you to cum too!” Toji doesn't have it in him to pull away. Rolls his hips gliding in half his cock before restraining himself.

He insists, “What’s it? You’ll have to be clearer for me, look me in the eyes when you say it.” His smokey gray blue eyes are too intense, your nerves hit you full force. “Aw are you really getting shy with my cock in ya?”

Admitting to Toji, “No…I’m getting nervous again, nnn!” You feel so full as he fucks you with half his cock. “You’re too hoooot!” He. I like you a little too much, it's making me nervous how I'm doing and what you’re thinking.”

He leaves your sensitive clit alone and pins your thigh by your side. “‘I’m thinking about how I want to flip you over and fuck ya from behind so I can watch your ass bounce while you take me. But backshots might be a bit much for your first time.” Holding your hand above your head, he leans down and gives you a soft kiss.

It feels so good to be underneath him full of his cock while softly making out with him. Wrapping one leg around his waist, digging your nails into his well-sculpted backside.

Moaning into Toji’s soft slow passionate kiss, sliding your fingers into his soft dark hair. Toji keeps his pace slow and steady, fucking you a little deeper, rubbing your sweet spot and wrecking every thought.

It’s hard to be nervous when his cock is deep in your guts. When he pulls away you beg, “I can take your fat cock daddy please! I wanna make you feel good too! Lemme take your cock from the back while you hold my wrists together. I wanna try every position possible with you.” He pulls out and flips you over.

Toji can easily hold your wrists behind your back with one hand. “I can’t tell my lil’ mama no with you begging me like that. But first tell me how sexy your soaking wet cunt is.” Rubbing his cock between your soft lips.

all works

[polarisjisung]

ꨄ X-O, KISS ME, DON'T SAY NO

KISSES WITH ENHYPEN

pairings: enha x fem! reader genre: fluff wc: 1k warnings: use of petnames, slightly suggestive notes: I wrote this for dream had to do it for enha too ! | LIBRARY

HEESEUNG — desperate, flirty kisses

A simple peck doesn't exist for Heeseung. You're like his drug, once he gets a taste, he's addicted. Quick morning kisses are impossible. One peck on your forehead easily turns into a full makeout session and suddenly you're late for work. And not for a second is Heeseung worried about your impending anger, instead he'll try and convince you to call in sick, no work meant more time for kisses, right?

“Heeseung, I have places to be” You know it's no use arguing but you seem to try anyway.

You'd been in this situation countless times before, and it ended the same way each time. In your defence, Heeseung was pretty good at convincing.

“Yeah, want me to list a few?”

Something about a kiss-driven Heeseung is so exceptionally flirty. You both know that you're never getting out of this your way. “My arms, the bed, against the wall if you're into that.

Okay maybe you didn't take much convincing either.

“All of the above?”

Heeseung can't dispute that.

JAY — forehead kisses

Jay's kisses are spontaneous, but so tender and loving, like a scene cut out straight from a high school romance.

You're perched up on the sofa with your nose stuck in one of those picture-perfect romance books you love so much.

Jay can barely make out your face from the material of the hood pulled over your head.

You look cute. There's a pair of blue light glasses resting on your nose and your eyebrows are furrowed with concentration. Jay couldn't help but leave a soft peck against your forehead. He takes a couple moments to just sit beside you and stare, truly wondering how he ever got so lucky.

Next thing you know, his hand moves carefully to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb positioned just under your chin, guiding you into a slow, soft kiss.

JAKE — messy kisses

Jake kisses like a man starved.

Hands tugging at your hair, arms around your waist, loud, shallow pants filling the room. It's like he can't get enough.

He pulls back to stare at you, breathless. But only for a moment.

To Jake, catching his breath seems awfully difficult when you're staring up at him with swollen lips and a sultry gaze.

“I could kiss you forever.”

His words are more a promise than a statement, and how could you not believe him when he pulls you back in so impossibly close, letting his cold fingertips run across your skin.

Both his hands cup your cheeks, passionately. Lips moving over yours with an unsteady, fervent rhythm, and so much urgency, you swear you feel your heart beat out of your chest.

Each time you kiss is like the first, brash. But Jake always holds you so tight, like he's afraid you'll disappear the second he lets go.

When he does finally pull away, Jake exhales a soft laugh, giggling almost.

“You alright?”

You can only nod, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

SUNGHOON — distracted kisses

Playful fights or debates like whether orange juice is better than apple (it's not) or whether milk comes before or after the cereal always seem to arise with you and Sunghoon.

Part of it has to do with the fact that Sunghoon thinks you look so insanely fine when you're passionately arguing your point forwards.

But somewhere along the way Sunghoon stops listening to what you're saying, eyes zeroing in on your lips when he'd come to a sudden realisation. That shade of lipstick suited you, a little too well maybe.

“Hoon, are you even listening?”

He nods, he's not listening.

He wouldn't have this problem if the lipstick wasn't there. But you were still explaining in full detail, hand gestures and everything. And as much as he loved to hear you ramble, Sunghoon could not concentrate.

He was going insane— he needed to kiss you. Now.

You don't really know why you continue, seeing as Sunghoon's clearly not present, but you can't help but gasp when he pulls you in close and crashes his lips to yours.

“You're right, I wasn't listening”

JUNGWON — soft morning kisses

Soft and intimate, that's what kissing Jungwon feels like.

There’s quiet whispers of ‘I love you's’ and the sweetest compliments.

Even if you've just rolled out of bed, when your hair's a mess and your eyes can barely open all the way, Jungwon thinks you're beautiful.

“Good morning my love” he presses a kiss to the back of your head, just below your ear as he slips past you on the couch, making his way to the kitchen so he can check on breakfast.

But he can only stay away for so long, running back a few minutes later with your morning coffee and a couple kisses to keep you occupied while you wait for it to cool down.

“I love you.” he'd keep it short and sweet, holding your face in hands with so much care. By the time breakfast is ready, not a single inch of your pretty face remains unkissed and that's an achievement Jungwon is insanely proud of.

SUNOO — giggly kisses

You and Sunoo are like the epitome of PDA— cuddling, quick pecks on the cheeks, always holding hands— you have to have your hands on each other at all times. It's sickeningly sweet.

And matters only get worse when your behind closed doors, Sunoo would spend all his time with his lips glued to yours if he could.

He's obsessed with you, and your strawberry flavoured chapstick is anything but helpful. He needs kisses, no matter what it is you're doing.

“Sunoo, I'm busy.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, but he only shrugs, spinning you around on your desk chair.

“Too busy for kisses?”

When you nod, it's Sunoo's turn to roll his eyes.

“Wrong answer.”

And he crashes his lips to yours just as he had intended, illiciting a few giggles from you, laughing at his urgency.

NI-KI — kisses in the rain

Kisses never last too long with riki, quick pecks, passionate and loving but short. Long kisses, something you'd both be down to try but had never actually made the effort to. It's felt scary, awkward, maybe?

The two of you always had a more easygoing relationship, so your more affectionate gestures had always been kept to a minimum.

Until one night when your car broke down and you found yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Rain pelted down from the sky and the wind whistled loudly, but even so, you'd be a fool not to step out of the car and watch the sunset in person.

You and Riki sat with your legs crossed, dangerously close to the cliff edge, bodies pressed against each other as an attempt to conserve heat.

There was something about that moment— maybe the soft glow of the sky as the sun dipped just below the horizon — or the way your eyes beamed and sparkled as each strand of your hair slowly grew wet. Something so raw.

Riki couldn't even bring himself to hesitate, pulling you into his lap in one swift motion and kissing you urgently.

One hand reached back to grip your hair, and another cradled your chin, guiding your lips further into his.

Safe to say, kissing in the rain might just be his favourite.

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[leathfaic]

Ghost thinks he's cracked the code when he gifts Johnny an ultra complicated lego set for Christmas. Something to keep his hands and mind busy for a while.

He's watching, with terror and awe as Soap burns through a 1000+ pieces in an hour, with half a bottle of whiskey in him - drinking more while he's at it. He smiles the whole way through, though - and Ghost gets a tipsy peck on his cheek. Which might or might not have made the whole endeavour worth it.

"Thought that might keep you busy a while longer." he admits later, when he's deep into his own cups.

"Ach, dinnae sound so disappointed Ghostie, not'ing in there tha' can explode. Can work fast and sloppy."

Ghost just spent an hour staring at Johnny's hands and the concentration painted on his face. He knows there was nothing sloppy about that assembly. But he has to admit that compared to Soap's usual jobs, this is bound to be rather calming.

His eyes meet Price's over in another corner of the room. And the message, conveyed by a single raised eyebrow is clear. Ghost is not to add explosives to any gifts, even if it would make Soap very happy.

So naturally the next time - at Johnny's birthday - he slaps down a timer and a fully assembled lego set.

"Better get it done in time Johnny. And no cheating."

The way Soap's face lights up at the implication that there might be a bomb in his birthday gift should be concerning. But all it does is make Ghost wish there actually were some.

Johnny is a good sport about properly disassembling the marzipan compromise inside though. And just to prove he can immediately rebuilds the legos into the other figure they can form - taking a shot every time he has to look at the manual.

And when he carries his way too drunk partner to bed, Ghost vows to apply for Christmas leave. Which is something he hasn't done since...well for a long, long time.

Johnny, being the man that he is, never questions why they are going to spend Christmas in the countryside. A small cottage barely worth the name, as far away from other people as you can get on the Isles.

He just takes the chance to kiss Ghost every chance he gets, enjoying the fact that their isolation means he's getting an unprecedented amount of mask-free Simon.

"Got a surprise for you out in the shed, sweetheart." Ghost whispers when he catches Soap from behind while the man is about to open a bottle.

"Sounds like what a serial killer would say to lure ye into the open."

Ghost decides not to ponder that. With the reality of their jobs that answer... more than he's willing to argue right now.

"Should wait with that until you've had the surprise." he says instead, gently taking the bottle from Soap. Who for the first time frowns.

Ghost relents and they bring the scotch to the shed.

When Soap sees what he cooked up, he whistles low, no need to confirm that what he's seeing is the real deal.

It has taken all of Ghost's knowledge about explosives to craft the abomination. The two lego sets combined with a new third one, 6 sets of cables - all the same colour, and of course a live charge inside.

Johnny goes all still. Stalks closer like he's trying to get the drop on the inanimate object.

Watches it from all sides before turning to Ghost, "Do Ah need to follow protocol?"

His voice clearly tells him he hopes he does not have to. Ghost once again feels vindicated in his choice to move them out here, just pressing the bottle back into Soap's hand with a smile.

If this is what takes them both out then it's already worth it for the unhinged grin it gets him. Johnny's feral joy is infectious, and when he finally steps away raising his hands like he's expecting a crowd to cheer, Ghost honestly couldn't tell you how much time had passed.

He doesn't get a chance to ponder it either because the next second he's tackled by a full grown Scot with a half empty bottle of scotch in his hand and taken clean of his feet.

And if he hadn't already convinced this had been worth it, then the way Johnny makes sure to say thank you certainly is.

They do not make it back to the cottage for a good long while.

(This whole thing was inspired by my dear beloved @dismightyman who's singlehandedly holding it down in the Ghoap trenches with me)