#change combo spin

[chloecorvid]

Personal but…

I would just… really like to request to the universe to give me some answers on my bloodwork. Like… I’m already grieving the possible diagnoses I was told, just confirm it or something else, please. Cuz it’s a difference between medication for a bit of time or a chronic condition and I gotta know which to grapple with… and with no answer I am struggling with both/all options right now LMAO

[pnghoon]

daddy's in a tutu !!

(🩰) ── 𝓟ARK JONGSEONG [제이] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluff, humor, married auㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : est. relationship, not proofread, pet-namesㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol hubby !jay 𝔁 wife !reader ᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.3k꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which you come back home to the sight of your husband in a pretty pink tutu (•̪ o •̪) ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩

juno's note ─ "unfortunately I can imagine him in a tutu if our daughter asked him too" is so jay coded. you will never not catch me yapping about husband jay..bc why is that man so hubby material. if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

the snow was falling heavily outside, blanketing the world in a soft, white layer. inside your cozy home, you were busy getting ready for a day of much-needed errands.

bustling around the house, you pulled on your warmest winter coat and bundled up, ready to brave the icy roads.

before you left, you turned to your husband, jay, and your four year old daughter, yubin, who was sitting on the couch, hugging her favorite pink stuffed bunny.

you stared at your daughter's crestfallen face as she cuddled up beside jay. It was the inevitable that the four year old would be upset right now. due to the icy roads and heavy snow, today's ballet class was canceled, leaving yubin devastated.

“are you sure you'll be okay?” you asked, fixing the scarf around your neck and grabbing your purse.

jay looked up from the couch, where he was busy trying to cheer up yubin, her eyes still a bit puffy from the earlier tears and her nose resembling rudolph.

“we'll be fine,” he reassured with a smile, “right, princess?”

yubin nodded half-heartedly, a cute pout still present on her face as she clutched her bunny.

“you guys call me if you need anything,” you reminded them, pressing a kiss to jay's cheek and ruffling yubin's hair. “i'll be back soon.”

and with one last look at your two favorite people, you braved the snowy outdoors. the cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the promise of hot cocoa and a warm house kept you going.

you made your way to the car, shaking your head with a smile at how cute they looked together. little did you know, an adventure was unfolding inside.

jay and yubin huddled together in the living room, surrounded by the warmth of the heater and the faint sound of delicate snowflakes hitting the window.

yubin wore her little ballet outfit, a mini bun perched on the crown of her head as she practiced her pirouettes.

jay on the other hand, was trying his best to keep up with her, although his ballet skills were definitely less refined.

“okay binnie, let’s try that spin again,” jay said, puffing slightly. “i think i’ve got it now.”

yubin giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement as he watched her dad try to catch his breath from just a couple twirls.

“daddy, you’re doing great! but…”

“but what, sweetheart?” jay asked, glancing down at her with a raised brow.

“i think you need a tutu too!”

jay blinked. he hadn't anticipated that request. “a tu..tu? i don’t know if that’s a good idea honey...”

“pleeease, daddy?” yubin begged, giving him her best puppy eyes. “it’ll be so much fun!”

jay stared at his daughter for a moment, his heart swelling in his chest at the sight of her big round eyes staring up at him.

after a moment of thought, jay reluctantly sighed, giving in to her adorable plea. “alright, alright. if it’ll make you happy, i’ll wear a tutu.”

and with that, jay found himself sporting a frilly tutu that barely fit his hips, his face turning an adorable shade of pink to match the tutu. yubin clapped her hands in delight, twirling around in her own tutu.

“we're matching now daddy!” yubin cheered, jumping around in her ballet slippers.

jay laughed, looking down at the slight new change of wardrobe. it was definitely a combo to say the least, never in his life would he expect sweats to look so good with a tutu.

“isn't that right binnie?” he commented, extending his hand for yubin to take. “now, let's get back to those grand jeté's we were working on earlier eh?”

yubin squealed, immediately accepting his requests with the grasp of her tiny fingers and a wide smile plastered on her face.

“yes please!”

as they continued their ballet practice, the living room had turned into a makeshift stage for the two, with yubin and jay performing a whimsical ballet routine, the sweet melodies of the nutcracker adding the perfect touch to their chaotic performance.

“okay, let’s see your best grand jeté!” yubin called out, her tiny arms reaching out dramatically.

jay attempted a grand jeté, but ended up looking more like an enthusiastic baby goose learning to fly, his arms flailing in the air.

yubin giggled uncontrollably, trying to mimic her dad's moves with even more dramatizing flair.

they pranced around the living room for what seemed like hours, their tutus fluttering in sync with every twirl and leap. for jay’s sake, they would take periodic breaks throughout the practice.

during these breaks, yubin would watch in amusement as her dad rested his hands on his waist, desperately trying to regain his composure. let’s just say, it was like watching a wind-up toy wind down.

after what felt like ages, you were finally heading home. sure, the sweet jingle of christmas music and the warm smell of cinnamon from each errand stop were enduring, but what you were really looking forward to was being wrapped up in a warm, cozy blanket with the two people you love most.

as you pulled into the driveway, the house looked picture perfect against the snowy backdrop. you carried your bags inside, balancing them as you nudged the door open with your hip.

“i'm back!” you called out, kicking off your snowy boots and setting the bags down in the kitchen. “i got all the goodies!”

no response. now you were curious.

you walked further into the house slowly, following the sound of familiar classical music you knew all too well. peeking around the corner, you stopped in your tracks, eyes wide and mouth agape.

there, in the middle of the living room was your husband, in a bright pink tutu that barely fit his athletic build. matching his outfit was your daughter, her own tutu flaring out as she twirled around, her giggles a melody of their own. they were completely in the zone, unaware of your presence.

If you were being frank, the scene was too precious to interrupt. jay was trying to execute an arabesque, but his balance was off, making yubin laugh even more.

“come on, daddy! like this!” she demonstrated with the grace only a child could have, and jay tried again, a bit more successfully this time.

you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer, and jay’s head practically spun at the sound, his face turning even redder from embarrassment.

“oh- hey honey! um, well, yubin wanted to practice ballet–” he explained, his voice trailing off at the end.

“don't stop on my account,” you teased, revealing yourself from behind the wall as you took in the scene before you in all it’s glory.

yubin ran over to you, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

“mommy, look! daddy's my ballet partner!”

you couldn't help but chuckle, kneeling down to hug your daughter. “i can see that," you commented through giggles, your gaze flickering towards your husband for a moment. “and I must say.. he's doing a pretty fantastic job.”

“why thank you.” jay answered. he tried to pull off a graceful bow, but from the energy he had just exerted to his recent performance with his daughter, he stumbled a bit.

you couldn't stop laughing, tears forming in your eyes. “oh, jay, you're a sight.”

jay grinned, walking over to join you and there daughter. “anything for our little princess. plus, i think i’ve found a new appreciation for tutus.”

later that evening, after yubin was tucked into bed, you and jay found yourselves cuddled on the couch, the soft glow of the christmas tree lights casting a warm glow to the room.

“you really made her day today, y'know,” you murmured, resting your head on jay's chest.

“well, that's what dads are for, right?” he replied, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair.

“i think you might have missed your calling as a ballet dancer,” you teased, nudging his side with your elbow.

jay laughed, pulling you closer. “i'll stick to my day job, thanks. but for yubin, i'd wear a tutu any day.”

you smiled, feeling the warmth of his love envelop you. “and that's exactly why you’re so amazing.”

𝓢igning off... @pnghoon

── 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [OPEN 🗯] @onlyhees @amouriu @greentulip @enhluv1 @samiikeu @hoonwhile @dearrwoni @won4kiss @jakesangel

[misscammiedawn]

it's important to have a time loop code phrase, something that if someone says "I'm in a time loop, you have to believe me!" you tell them the code so on their next loop they say the code and you believe them.

Thing is your codes are weak and easily guessed or circumvented by tricksters and pranksters alike.

It needs to be a multi-factor authentication cipher that you never explain or you'll only get to share each code once or someone comes up to you and says a thing and you wonder if you posted online about it at some point.

I recommend a word and date based equation combo. Like mine for today could be "Snake 3443" because today is 10/24/2023 so 10+24 20+23 = 3443.

Of course, now I've told you that I have to change my equation cipher.

It's wise to add in a third factor by day of the week and add some "you'd only know this if I told you in a time loop scenario" kind of thing.

You may think that is a lot of plates to keep spinning but I want you to keep your eye on the prize and think of the unhinged look on your friends face as they approach you for in their perspective is the twelve billionth time as they say "Snake 3443, Mittens on the 4th floor, Tuesday is Jazz Day and if the current minute of the day is an odd number it's Pineapple and if it's even it's anchovy. I hate you and I wish we weren't friends, no that's not part of the password but do you have any idea how frustrating it is to do this every single fucking day and I promise there is no question you can possibly ask me that will make you believe me any further so can we just get on with this?"

It's worth it. Trust me.

I know.

[team7-headquarter]

*open the gifs for better quality <3

Kakashi spins SO MUCH compared to Obito in their fights, but as someone who trained martial arts for many years, I get it, you know?

First of all, Kakashi loves his kicks. It puts some distance between you and your target, you can protect the upper half of your body by leaning back, a well thrown kick can send your adversary flying or staggering back, etc.

The cool part is that Kakashi uses a lot of back spinning kicks. They have more strength behind them because you use your entire body and the energy the movement creates. If you dominate the techniques and you've trained your balance so you won't get dizzy, it's almost expected to use kicking combos.

I'll try to explain?? It's a bit hard, but I want it to be easy to understand for someone who doesn't know how the kicking dynamic works.

Okay, so—

There are different parts of the foot you can use to cause different types of damage. It depends on how you're standing and from which direction you're kicking. So imagine you stand with your body facing a side and while you look ahead. Your right foot is behind and you want to kick with that one— you retract your right knee, you bring your right leg up and closer to your body, all the while your left foot starts to shift its position to look back. At the same time you extend your right leg, your left foot shifts. The movement is explosive and your body is now facing the opposite side.

You are already half spinning!

If you don't land the hit, you can always set your right foot down and keep the flow of your body to back kick with the heel or arch of your left foot. If that one kick doesn't hit, you can set your left foot down and... Kick again with your right! Now you're facing ahead again!

The best (like Kakashi) can spin without setting a foot down, basically using the movement to keep them afloat.

I'm making it all so way more simple than it is and the combinations can vary pretty drastically, but as I was saying, Kakashi is a practical fighter and he loves to use every single thing available while he fights.

The reason why he fights so elegantly is because, like in a dance, he uses the flow to move, to guide the fight, to shift the position of his own body and the position of his weapons. In comparison, Obito learned to use more of the movement and weight to counter Kakashi's fluidity.

(I ended up making a bunch of gifs for this post, oops! Better keep going!)

Anyway, I bet I don't have to mention how much Kakashi spins his weapons. There are at least six different occasions during this particular fight with Obito. He loves to spin kunais to change his grip, to exchange hands, he even sent one flying high so he got both hands free to defend himself from Obito and then proceeded to kick it midair to with his heel, so it cut Obito in the cheek.

He's practical, so every spin has a meaning. Back at his fight with Zabuza, Kakashi even used the spin with his summoning scroll to intimidate... I think (I can't remember clearly).

You can rewatch almost any Kakashi fight in the anime and compare it to this post. You'll see that he is the spinning king for a reason.

[thebearer]

had this thought of being in your first trimester while pregnant with teddy, and you’re so sick you can barely hold down saltine cracker. and one day at family he’s trying to get you to eat and you’re like “no i literally can’t” and he snaps at you in front of everyone

"C'mon, just try a little bite." Carmen coaxes, what was supposed to be a soothing tone was falling short, that snip in his tone was fueled with irritation.

"Carmen," You moaned lightly, your stomach lurching at the thought.

The smell of the kitchen was enough to make you nauseous, walking through only for a moment before you felt ill. Normally, your mouth salivated at the smells, tummy rumbling at the promise of the family meal.

That changed quickly after you found out you were pregnant. Only a few weeks, but your symptoms were coming in stronger each day. Hormonal acne that was angry and hurt to the touch decorating your jaw and chin, fatigue that washed over you in waves so strong it left your head spinning, and morning sickness. Well, morning was generous seeing as it followed you throughout the day. Your sense of smell was more sensitive, as was your stomach, and that combo was far from ideal. You'd smelled cilantro when you walked in and had to run to the bathroom.

Carmen understood, he did, but your recent hunger strike of sorts because of your stomach was making him beyond nervous. He'd looked up all the important, nutrient rich foods for you, insistent that you eat them.

And you would, if you could. If it didn't come shooting back up twenty minutes later.

"You gotta eat." Carmen frowned at you. "You can't starve yourself. Starve the baby."

"Carm, I'm not starving myself or the baby." You snapped, low and under your breath. "I'm gonna throw up if I eat it, ok? My stomach is fucked."

"Probably because you haven't eaten anything." Carmen glared at you, nodding towards the loaded bagel sandwich in front of you. "C'mon."

"Carmen, the thought of eating that right now is making me already gag." You muttered, holding a hand to your mouth, trying to swallow the spit already pooling in. "I'm not eating that."

"Baby, you have to-"

"-Carm, I will later, but I can't right now. I just threw up." You whined. There came the surge of emotions, raging and wild, the annoyance masked with frustration and tears.

"Eat. I'm not playin' with you anymore." Carmen's tone was harsh, cutting and firm, loud enough to bring the attention of the table towards the two of you.

Your lip wobbled, stomach twisting now with the humiliation of tears as well. You shoved your seat out, stomping towards the bathroom with burning tears. The table was silent, looking at Carmen.

Tina glared at him. "The fuck's the matter with you, Jeff?" She huffed, already standing to check on you.

"I-I'm just... She's not eating. And-And it's bad for the baby-"

"Carmen, really?" Sugar huffed, rolling her eyes. "You're so stupid."

"I gotta agree with Sug on this one." Richie quipped, nodding before shoveling the pasta in his mouth. "You are a fuckin' moron."

"Fuck off, alright? I'm a moron because I don't want my baby to starve?" Carmen huffed. The table erupted in comments, mostly derogatory towards Carmen's last comment and in defense of you.

"She's not starving your baby, you idiot." Sugar huffed. "She's sick. Ok? That is a different kind of sickness. One you will never understand." Sugar sneered. "And right now, there's probably only one craving that the baby won't reject, so maybe instead of being a dumbass-"

"-total jagoff-"

"-complete asshole-"

"-Go check on her." Sugar placed her hands on her hips, the sisterly glare that only an older sister could possess.

Carmen hated that she was right, hated that they all were. But he hated that you were upset and in the bathroom more.

"Can I come in?" Carmen knocked lightly, hearing Tina's soothing voice over your retching and sniffles. His heart plummeted.

Tina opened the door with a glare, one that had Carmen stepping back. "You not gonna come in here and make Mama more upset, you got me, Jeff?" Tina sneered, a painted brow raised menacingly at him.

Carmen just nodded dumbly. "You better get in there and make it right, you hear me?" Tina pushed past him.

You were sitting on the tile, one hand wiping your tear stained face, the other cleaning your mouth with a piece of toilet paper. You glared at Carmen through tear stained eyes, sniffling softly, making his heart crack.

"Baby," Carmen knelt down, a hand running over your hair soothingly. "I'm sorry, alright? I-I didn't mean to yell like that."

You just glared at him, wiping under your eyes. "I just... I don't know, I'm scared. I'm scared that something will happen to the baby, and-and it will be my fault."

"How would it be your fault?" You mumbled through a pout. "It's my body."

"Yeah, but, I-I don't know. Like if I miss a step or don't do everything right it will... It'll be bad and it's gonna be my fault." Carmen muttered, looking down at the tile.

"That's not how it's gonna be, Carm." You sigh, your heart melting at his admission. You knew he was scared, you were too. Just trying to figure it out together. "You can't plan everything and expect it to go like that. Not with a baby."

"I know." Carmen ran a hand down his face, looking back at you sweetly. "I'm just... I-I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to pressure you like that and be an asshole... or a jagoff... or a dumbass..."

You giggled lightly, lips curling. "You're not a dumbass all the time." You said playfully. "I promise, I will eat, Carm. I just can't do the vegetables and cheese today." You said, gagging lightly at the thought.

"Yeah? That's alright. What can you do, hm? What're you in the mood for?" Carmen hummed, running a hand down your hair.

You thought for a moment, hand running over your tummy lightly. You'd barely started to show, looking like bloat, but it drove Carmen wild regardless.

"Remember that hot dog we had after our first karaoke date?" You muttered dreamily, leaning your head to the side.

It felt like a lifetime ago. You and Carmen had just gotten 'serious'. Everything was exciting and new, and you'd taken him to a karaoke bar, serenading him a little tipsy and giggly. You'd been starving on your walk home. Carmen stopped and got you a one am hot dog at a questionable stand, but you'd loved it, sharing it with him, buried into his side while the two of you walked home. It was a shitty hotdog, but Carmen would've ate a million that night to keep you happy like that.

"Yeah?" Carmen tried not to grimace, nose scrunching lightly enough to have you laughing, his shoulders relaxing at the sound.

"I just want a shitty hotdog. Nothing gourmet. Just with some mustard. That's all I've been craving." You muttered.

"Alright. That's what baby wants?" Carmen asked, helping you off the floor sweetly, grabbing your bag for your mouth wash.

You nodded, gargling with it, Carmen holding your hair back while you spit in the sink. "I'll get it for you, ok? I think there's one down the block-"

"-I'll come with you." You added, glaring at him lightly, so he wouldn't protest. "I just need to be outside. Maybe settle my stomach."

"Alright." Carmen nodded, a hand running down your hip. "You got a coat?" You nodded, leaning into his side, walking back to the office with him.

Carmen walked you down to the stand, "overpriced and a tourist trap" he'd grumble, but bought you two hot dogs- just in case. In case you wanted more later. You'd managed to keep it down, sitting with him on the steps of The Bear, pressed into his side, giggly and sharing kisses in between bites.

[uraharasfavoriteexperiment]

~ | short leash

[ pairing ] roommate!byakuya kuchiki x streamer!male reader [ genres ] smut. js filthy smut. [ cw ] kissing (more like making out), really heavy cursing, finger fucking, rough sex, light choking, breeding, praising, body worship, pet names (love, prince, doll, doll face, baby, kitten), short!reader [ author's notes ] cloud ten is a thing now. make cloud ten a thing. oh also there's a mention that you're grimmjow's brother + a grimmichi mention. [ words ] 2665 (how did this take so long.) please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

"m/n-"

you hear a familiar voice from across your flat. you grin, practically bouncing in your gaming chair out of sheer excitement.

"hey guys, i gotta go~" you say, giving your live chat the cute puppy pout you were known for.

"whaaat nooo!!" came a stream of incredibly pouty protests from some of your regulars, "whyyy"

you smile, pouting again. "my boyfriend is home!" you say, hoping they'll come to understand.

"oooh ok then go! go go go, go be with ur big handsome hunk~"

your brightly colored, coral-blue eyebrows disappear into your equal-parts brightly colored, coral-blue hair.

"elaborate." you demand, your voice cool, low and almost indistinguishable from your boyfriend's.

"oh gulp ok um- well he snuck on ur cam a couple streams back and i- 😳 that man is. is very hot. um. yeah."

you grin proudly, blushing lightly and nodding furiously.

"yeah, he is hot. he's really hot, i love him." you admit happily, looking over at your office door impatiently. your grin widens when byakuya walks in, and you squeal happily, looking back at your camera.

"alright guys, i'm gonna head out for the night, the man of the house is home and i gotta help him decompress from work." you say, faking a sad pout and dragging the pad of your pointer finger down your cheek to simulate a tear of sadness.

"i might get on tomorrow, but maybe not~ byyyye!" you smile and wave, flashing your happiest grin to your chat. you click the "End Stream" button and turn off your camera, spinning around in your chair and running into byakuya's arms. he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his nose in your hair. he inhales a deep breath of your comforting scent, letting his eyes close and squeezing you possessively.

"you've washed your hair." he observes quietly. you look up at him, confused.

"how'd you know?!" you ask, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy. his soft, tired smile becomes slightly more mysterious. you squint at him suspiciously.

"byakuyaaaa..." you say, "tell me."

"nope." he responds. you growl. byakuya goes completely, utterly, and defiantly silent in response.

you growl again, much more furiously this time, and without warning you give him the furious-pout-puppy-eyes combo...

and his demeanor crumbles.

"whenever you wash your hair it becomes shinier and more fluffy, and it starts to shine blue." he admits, his face turning a light, rosy pink. you smile shyly, your heart swelling with intense amounts of affection that you couldn't dream of explaining in words.

"you're so damn cute, 'kuya..." you say, pouting again, "makes me wanna ruin you."

byakuya's eyes darken and his aura changes from tired to something more threatening. his hands slide down your back and squeeze your waist, pulling you further up against him. he leans in, and his face is suddenly less than half an inch from yours. your heart skips a beat.

"you ruined me a long time ago, m/n..." he says in a near-whisper, "and besides... it's not gonna be you who takes control tonight."

you grin, leaning in and closing the distance, letting byakuya pick you up by your thighs. he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you effortlessly toward the plush, satin couch you had in your office, dropping you carefully into the cushions and quickly yanking off his shirt, not even bothering to move his hair back out of his face.

he needed you too much, and byakuya was an incredibly impatient man.

he pretty much falls on top of you, immediately burying his face in your neck and latching onto your throat hungrily. you moan at the sudden (and quite aggressive) contact, and your hands stray of their own accord up into his hair. your fingers tangle into his long, dark locks, and you pull his hair a little without noticing, eliciting a ravenous growl from the back of byakuya's throat. he bites harder on your flesh, leaving a bright purple mark on your throat.

byakuya pulls away without any warning, making you whine in furious protest. he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly, kissing you roughly. he keeps the kiss heated but continues to tease you, waiting. then, when you moan needily into his mouth, he takes the chance he's been waiting for, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you moan again, but this time the sound is a little more highly pitched.

"'kuya, c'monn..." you whine, "quit teasin' me, quit bein' a meanie~"

byakuya grins, shoving his tongue down your throat again. he growls, the immense pent up horn evident in his voice as he slips down your body like a snake, leaving little kisses and loving nibbles on your neck and collar bones. he continues this way for a few seconds, then his hands slide up underneath your shirt to grip your waist.

"take it off, kitten." he demands quietly, "now." you nod quickly, gently pushing him off of you and sitting up. you bend over and pull your shirt off as quick as you can, tossing it onto the floor and impatiently pulling byakuya back down with you, smashing your lips onto his. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and sliding his rams around your waist again, growling possessively.

"you're on a short leash tonight, you know." he says, breaking the kiss and looking you right in the eyes, ignoring the whiny protest you give. you look up at him, confusion clear in your face.

"what do you mean, 'kuya?" you ask, "what'd i do?"

"you made me go to that fucking meeting, m/n." he says as though this should have been obvious, "kurosaki and your brother are beyond insufferable, they never stop fighting. they're worse than you and renji."

you groan, rolling your eyes and squirming aggressively underneath byakuya's weight, pouting furiously at him.

"how's it my fault that blueberry and strawberry can't keep their hands to themselves?!"

"because i said so."

you pout in an unnamed emotion miles past fury.

"not fair."

"i'll make it up to you later." byakuya says quietly, latching onto your throat again with no warning. but this time he includes something else in his torturous ministrations- something a little more kinky.

one hand slips sneakily up your body, and he pokes your bottom lip with two fingers, looking at you expectantly. you grin, giving him what he demands. your tongue comes out and you take his two fingers into your mouth happily, moaning, whining and whimpering around them while he bites and sucks on your neck and throat, leaving the prettiest, purplest hickeys he can make all over your supple, irresistible skin.

byakuya lets you suck on his fingers for a while- about five minutes, before willing (more like forcing) himself away from your throat. he gently pulls his now-soaked fingers out of your mouth, grinning when he sees the shiny string of saliva that connects your swollen, pink lips to his fingers. he takes his weight off you, sits back and looks at you, and you don't even need to be told. you nod, quickly sitting up and kicking off your pants and boxers, pulling him down into another kiss.

while byakuya kisses you, he pulls you close to him by your waist- and now is when you notice that he, like you, is completely naked. he bends over you and touches his forehead to yours as he carefully presses his two fingers into your entrance, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly guides you into the moment, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

"you're doing so well, doll," he whispers lovingly, kissing the tip of your nose. you whine, shifting a little as he starts to move his fingers inside you.

"keep doing well and i'll fuck you dumb, kitten." he promises coolly, grinning when he sees the lewd, hentai-equivalent facial expression you make. your eyes roll up into your head and your face turns red, and a needy, wanton moan escapes your throat.

"oh god, please- 'kuya, please," you whine, "i-i'll be a good boy-"

byakuya interrupts you, kissing you roughly.

"you'll be a good boy anyway, brat," he hisses, "you've misbehaved today, and you need to repent." he grins wickedly, grabbing your chin with the hand he wasn't finger-fucking you with and forcing you to look at him. you shyly make eye contact with him. an invountary whine escapes your lips and you bite your bottom lip, shifting needily underneath him.

"good kitten." he says lowly, his voice dripping with lust.

byakuya then leans down and latches onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth again and his hand tangles into the hair on the back of your neck. he decides to play with you a little, tugging on your hair, adding another digit into your body without warning and continuing to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers.

after about five minutes of torturing you, he pulls his fingers out of you and repositions himself between your legs, grabbing your thighs and using them as leverage to pull you closer to him. he gets onto his knees in order to support his weight better, then bends over you and kisses you again...

but this time it's different- softer, more gentle and comforting as he slowly, carefully bullies himself into your hole, eating up every moan and whimper that leaves your lips as he fills you up with his ridiculously sized cock.

"f-fuck..." you whine, "shit, 'kuya, you're huge- mpfh-"

byakuya interrupts you impatiently, smashing his lips onto yours. he shoves his tongue down your throat yet again, choosing to wrap one hand around your throat at the same time and absolutely relishing in the choked gasp that rips from your lightly constricted throat in response.

"quiet, doll face." he commands quietly, and the cold, authoritative tone in his voice makes you obey without question, biting your bottom lip again and going silent. your eyes flutter closed and your face turns lily-pink, and a shaky breath escapes you as he starts to move. he lets go of your throat and grabs your thighs, squeezing and kneading them possessively as he steadily speeds up. within not even two minutes he's effectively railing you, holding you by the hips with your thighs wrapped around his waist as he punishes you for what you've done.

"you're doin' so well, kitten," byakuya coos into your mouth, "takng your punishment so fuckin' well... i'll have to remember to reward you dearly after you've taken your retribution."

your face turns bright red at the unwarranted praise, and your heart starts to race, having finally caught up with your head and realized what was going on inside and around your body.

within another five minutes your moans and whines start to become more desperate and high-pitched, and byakuya's name quickly becomes a common appearance in the short spaces between the lewd sounds you were making. your thighs squeeze his waist tightly and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your nails scratching bright red lines into his back and shoulder blades.

"aagh, fuck- fuck, shit- ah, fuck, byakuya-" you start to ask him to fuck you harder, but then the tip of his cock hits your prostate, making every thought leave your brain and causing your eyes to roll up into your skull.

"oooh fuck, baby, right there-" you growl like a stray dog, hugging byakuya as close to you as you can as your mind slips over the edge and you ascend to cloud ten. byakuya grins, burying his face in your neck and bites down- hard- on the spot right behind your earlobe, making you all but scream out of sheer, blissful pleasure.

"you're so pretty, baby," he whispers into your ear, making you whine needily, "your thighs are so thick and strong... and your waist is so perfectly shaped..."

your hole clenches around byakuya's cock and you moan loudly in response, making him let loose an animalistic growl that sends lustful shivers raging down your spine. his grip on your hips, which you hadn't noticed before, tightens aggressively, and he's sure it'll leave bruises on your skin later on. the idea of that makes byakuya's skin crawl and sends nasty thoughts flaming through his sex-fogged mind, but he keeps the filthy thoughts to himself and continues on the path he's currently on.

"'m g'na breed you, doll face," he hisses into your ear- and the very idea of it made a violent shiver run down your spine. byakuya feels your body shake, feels your insides squeeze around his cock in response, and a ridiculously uncharacteristically wicked grin spreads across his face- a grin so stupid that you could physically feel it against your neck.

byakuya chuckles, biting down on your neck again and sucking on your already-abused skin until yet another violent purple hickey comes to fruition. his hands slide down your sides and he squeezes your ass hard, so hard- plenty more than enough to make you moan again, and then, without any warning whatsoever, byakuya's pace quickens.

he presses one fist into your gut, forcing you to feel the way he's fucking you, making sure you know exactly who's fucking you so good.

so good...

so...

damn-

good.

your chest starts to heave, your lungs wheezing for air, and your eyes roll up into the back of your head as your orgasm hits you like some sort of heavy force. your pretty sounds go silent, as if someone snuck a hand behind your throat and flipped the off switch...

it infuriates byakuya.

he wants to hear your voice. he wants to hear the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth; he wants to hear exactly how blissful he's making you feel. he growls in irritation, pressing one arm against your throat, applying just enough pressure to make it hard for you to breathe, but not enough to cause you any harm. leans down over you and uses his knees and his free hand to balance his weight, fucking into you faster and faster, harder and harder and harder, fucking you relentlessly through your already-ravaging orgasm.

his own walls crumbled quickly after that moment, and soon he has both arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly enough that you're still having trouble breathing. you're hugging him back just as hard, but with all four limbs- you're back to making your pretty little sounds, but it's mostly whimpers because you're losing stamina and byakuya is slowly suffocating you. byakuya continues to abuse your prostate, growling into your ear a disorganized mixture of possessive, worshipping and filthy comments that makes your head spin.

"h-hurry..." you whimper weakly, nuzzling his ear with your nose to try to egg him closer to his own orgasm...

and it works. byakuya's walls fall to the ground in pieces. he growls like an animal, slowing down drastically, instead choosing to fuck deeper into you as his orgasm finally finds him. he presses his hand into your gut again, applying as much pressure as he can muster up, whispering filthy, disgustingly sweet praises into your ear (mostly concerning your body) as he fills you to the brim.

byakuya releases the pressure on your gut and slowly pulls out, letting his weight fall on top of you, his chest heaving against yours as you both slowly regains conscious control of your minds.

"you did so well, kitten..." he purrs into your ear, his voice softer than usual. "so fucking good."

you smile weakly, a light pink blush dusting your cheeks. you hug him with every drop of strength you've got left, and he hugs you back, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"byakuya..." you say quietly.

"yeah, prince?" he responds quietly.

"i love you..." you whisper. byakuya smiles, reaching up with one hand and caressing your cheek with his thumb, dusting your neck, shoulders, collar and chest with light, cloudy kisses.

"i love you too, doll."

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it's all done! (well I still need to wash it...) SO hyped omg it's GORGEOUS!!! The colors are so vibrant and the rainbow gradient is so cool. It ended up being just over 500 yards of lace/light fingering yarn (~20 WPI). After washing this really 🌸bloomed🌸 and it's so light and springy and buttery aaah (the above pics are before washing)

See the plying ball here and the single filling up the bobbin here and the plied yarn on the bobbin here; The wool is an electric rainbow in rambouillet from SpinningSiren on etsy

I wasn't sure what to make with it at first, I figured a lot of my spinning projects would end up as colorwork sweaters since that's what I would wear most. But I really want to see ALL of the gradient in the yarn. I want to see all the color changes and fading and everything else. So I think I'm doing a shawl with it. So please leave a comment if you have any pattern recs! (I present mostly masculine, but I'm open to some lightly feminine accessories)

Currently leaning towards the My Precious shawl from By the Lily Pond. But to bead or not to bead, that is the question. (I've never done a beaded knitting project before)

[artyandink]

amoralism | seven

Summary: You and Dean Winchester are the top agents from Major Crimes. You’re also assigned as partners on the same case- a crime syndicate is running loose and buying out most of downtown New York. He hates you cause you hate him. You hate him cause you think he got in his position with his daddy’s influence. But this case is personal to one of you more than the other- and you may be getting too personal for comfort.

TW: Agent Dean Winchester (yes, he’s a warning in itself), mention of murder, murder, Knights of Hell but they’re just murderous humans, fantasising, description of injuries, use of firearms, a mole in the FBI, office shenanigans, Azazel, Asmodeus, crime syndicates, Crowley MacLeod, Rowena MacLeod, fluff, bullet wound problems, angst, pressure, bandage changes, fluff, making out

Song Inspo: We Go Down Together by Dove Cameron and Khalid

SERIES MASTERLIST

masochism

Dean Winchester during a bandage change was a cocky son of a bitch.

“This is romantic, ain’t it?” He flashed his pearly whites, his bare torso in all its rippling biceps, glowing skin and distracting chest glory would be a delicious sight had you not looked lower and seen the hole in his side that dampened the view of his glorious abs. “Patchin’ me up after I heroically saved the British consulate.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Shush.” You had half a mind to slap his perfectly sculpted shoulder, but instead you continued the cleaning of the bullet wound before applying the gauze and beginning to wrap the bandage. “Even when you’ve been shot, you’re still an ass.”

“Yeah, I know I’ve got a great ass.” Dean chuckled, smirking and raising an eyebrow, before his lips curled into a grin that made you want to kiss it off until he was senseless. As soon as you’d clipped the bandage, he gave your ass a small slap. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, shaking your head in amusement as you put away the supplies.

“I am very welcome.” He chuckled, checking you over as you turned back around. “Finally got a hot nurse after all this time- mm.” Dean puckered up, his eyes closed on impact and eyebrows raised before his lips became pliant and accepting of your every movement. His hand lifted to cradle your jaw, other delicately grasping your waist and pulling you to stand between his legs. “Mmh.” He hummed again, tilting his head and sliding that hand on your waist to grab the crook of your knee and hitch your thigh up.

You noticed that this wasn’t like the demanding, hot kiss you were given a few days ago before Dean got your clothes off and ravished you. It had the same kind of intensity that had one hand of yours gripping his bicep and the other on the side of his neck, the same dizzying feeling. His lips were soft, pliable, and now that you two were almost fully clothed, you could focus on the scent of his cologne and the earthy aroma that made your head spin.

The taste of coffee and the telltale notes of beer on his tongue flooded your own mouth just as his hand pushed into your hair, winding the soft strands around his fingers. And, like an exchange, he found the flavour of gazpacho and your raspberry chapstick. Odd combo, but he didn’t hate it.

Pulling back slightly, he stole a few more kisses, one, two, three, and then pulled back slowly, his nose nuzzling yours for a moment before taking a good look at yours.

It would have been a romantic moment had he not ruined it with his cocky grin.

“Well, hello, nurse.” Dean winked, then stole one more soft kiss from you, his eyes fluttering shut and so did yours. Once he disconnected, neither of you let go just get. Your hands stayed right where they were, his holding you to him. One in your hair, the other on the small of your back. “Does this mean…”

“I wanna try us out. I really do.” You murmured, then scoffed lightly. “Cause God, with all the failures we’re having, I just need one win. One.”

He hummed, reaching to hold your chin gently. Letting his lips meet yours again with a gentleness that you never knew he had in him. Less claiming and more coaxing into the intoxicating thing called his arms, and then he pulled away and in true cliché, romance movie/book fashion, tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and let his fingers curl around your chin.

“I’ll try my damned hardest to make this a win for you, sweet girl.” Dean murmured, green eyes boring into yours with the faintest smile on his pouty lips. “A big win.”

You took the leap of faith into his strong arms, allowing him to hold you, his chin on your head since he was sitting on the windowsill and was therefore taller. His hands gripping you like you were his in a less possessive, more intimate way. His. It was an easy pill to swallow. “It’s already a big win. A fuckin’ big one.”

He hummed, nodding slightly. “That’s my girl.”

“This isn’t any odd places we’re walking into.” You briefed Dean, strolling through the hallways of a high up company. “This is a company owned by a very wealthy mother and son. Mother looks younger than she is, Son looks older than he is. Don’t question it. Rowena and Crowley MacLeod. They’re our undercover contact that our syndicate thinks they bought out. They’re actually on the FBI’s payroll.”

“But still high up.” Dean noted, nodding and taking a look at you. You looked hot as hell when you were all business. Reminding him to also keep on business.

You pointed at him with a nod and a click of your tongue. “Exactly. They’re rich, Scottish, and very full of themselves.”

“The trifecta.” He quipped in amusement. “How’d we get so lucky, eh, baby?”

“Refrain from pet names in the workplace.”

“Ok.” Dean chuckled, low and rich and- stop turning on. Stop. “Darlin’. Sweetheart. Sweet thing. Pretty girl-”

“Oh, shush.” You grinned, but just as you were about to step into the office of Crowley MacLeod, Dean gently took your arm, bending so his breath hit your ear.

“Wouldn’t say no to a post-meetin’ quickie, you know.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you cleared your throat. “Maybe. I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you won’t think.” An open mouthed, slow kiss on your pulse sending it racing at the speed of Mach 1. Oh, boy, you were already regretting your decision. It would be on the coroner’s report: death by Dean Winchester’s lips and voice.

“I- you-” Yet another clearing of your throat. “Business. Interview. Late.” It was all you could get out - rather pathetically - and you knocked sharply on the door, which was promptly opened by a short lady with bouncy red hair and smoky eyeshadow that looked strangely amazing.

Dean’s eyes widened slightly, with a subtle pump of his eyebrows. Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said she looked younger than she was. Might be an understatement, actually.

“Oh, Fergus, your nine o’clock’s here.” She called to someone further into the room, before running her eyes over your office suit with a red-lipped smirk. “Loving the suit, lass. You’ll have to give me the details of your tailor. Always fancied me a power suit.”

Your hands instantly went to the lapels of your suit, straightening them out unconsciously, as you stuttered out a ‘thank you’.

Then her eyes turned on Dean and- did she just… playfully growl? “You’re a right sight for sore eyes. And especially for a lady who has to look at her son all day, it’s a nightmare.”

“Mother, stop flirting with the agents.” A voice that sounded generally done and generally suave became louder, and then came an equally short man (but taller than his mother) strolled into your line of sight. Power suit, beard.

Rowena and Crowley MacLeod.

“Agent singular, Fergus.” Rowena corrected pointedly, poking Dean’s shoulder. “This one’s a catch.”

“Mother.”

“Alright, I’ll go back to my motherly duties.” She rolled her eyes playfully, then smiled at Dean again through her eyelashes. “If you’re not already taken by this lass,” Rowena nodded to you, “do call me.” Then she sashayed off, leaving you both with a very strong impression.

Dean didn’t know whether to feel flattered or possessive of you. Women just kept flirting with him. Older women, more notably. Was that commendable?

“Alright, now that she’s not here to ruin business, let’s do business.” Crowley sighed, beckoning you both into his large office. Glass on two walls, very minimalistic. A few chairs, one long table with chairs - presumably for business meetings - and one smaller - again, glass - desk with crystalline glasses and a bottle of the good stuff. “You’re here about Hell.”

“That’s right.” You nodded, folding your arms. “What do you have to tell us?”

“Depends on what you want me to tell you.” He poured himself a whiskey, looking to the both of you. “Fancy some?”

Dean’s hand raised. You slapped it down.

“Uh, right.” Dean cleared his throat, glancing to you. C’mon, baby, you’re meant to be on my side here. “We’re lookin’ for names. Anyone who could be tied to… Hell.” He gave a brief, tight-lipped smile.

“If you’re looking for names, I’d probably draw up a mile long list.” Crowley chuckled amid a sip of his Jack Daniel’s. “Hell used to be a New York unit. Now they’ve bought out places in almost every US state, Washington DC included. Nobody’s safe.” Then he paused. “I can tell you their structure.”

“That’d be helpful.” You added, gesturing for him to continue, watching and listening very carefully.

Crowley took a moment to swirl his whiskey. “Well, there are first merely the followers. Bottom feeders, not so much high rankers. They listen and they follow, and that seems to be their only purpose. In Hell, they’re classified as ‘demons’. Then it’s the elite strike squad, all codenamed. They’re called Knights of Hell. Highly trained individuals handpicked from the masses of ass kissers to do necessary assassinations. From what I understand, you’ve already got one in the Supermax.”

“Abaddon.” Dean confirmed, his brow furrowed slightly.

“That one. She’s bloody batshit.” Long sip of whiskey. “Cain’s dead, so I won’t bother to mention him. There’s Abraxas, who recently killed one of your colleague’s wife and kid.”

Nick. Oh, God. But… why would a Knight of Hell order a hit on a woman and baby?

Crowley clicked his tongue. “Corvinus, Jodohr, Urxehl, Andras, Furcas and Morax. Those are the other Knights of Hell. They could destabilise entire governments overnight. They just haven’t destabilised the US government because they’re too busy getting the entirety of America under their wraps.”

“Anything else?” You asked, a million of these details noting in your head as he spoke. It was almost militaristic. They had a ranking system.

“Then you have the Princes of Hell. Most of them are in high-security prisons across the globe. But the ones who weren’t stupid are still active. Asmodeus, Azazel and Dagon. Asmodeus leads the Knights of Hell and the land charges. Dagon handles personal matters, like overseas contact and property protection. By property, I mean humans under Hell’s control. And Azazel, well, he handles the trafficking. Drug rings, recruitment, suicide bombings, crowd control… if it’s important, he handles it.”

You and Dean exchanged looks. For Azazel. The words that came out of every SB’s mouth. So he was behind those. For what, publicity?

“Then there’s our boss.” Crowley grimaced, rolling his eyes. “They call him Lucifer. And apparently, he’s a dick. He makes the business deals, the threats, and he oversees everything. If there’s one person you wanna hit to take down the whole operation, it’s him. But you’re gonna have to work up the ladder.” He finished his whiskey. “There’s a lady who’s running drug trafficking through beauty pageants. She gets the ladies through to the last round and uses that clearance to make the drop. She’s a Latina, and her name’s Eleanor neé Romero.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach then leapt back up as if you were about to hurl it out. “Mom.” You whispered, your blood running cold. Upon hearing the name, Dean’s hand instantly found the small of your back. I’ve got you, sweetheart.

“You know her?” Crowley’s eyebrows raised a little, and Dean shook his head with a nervous chuckle.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't calm down a little and lean into his touch.

Tax fraud and evasion. Drug trafficking. Possession of illegal substances. Fraud in general. All things that you found your mom guilty of when you and your team did a thorough background check. It landed you in the hospital, the gown on, red patches on your neck and over your eye.

As expected, your mom rushed in, past Rick and Cassie. You felt sick to your stomach, and by the looks of it, your dad and sister were too, as they’d been told of the situation by Sam since you couldn’t do it. Dean was sat on a chair beside you, and he briefly nodded to Rick, giving a polite smile to Cassie. The latter of which surprised that you managed to snag a man that goddamn fine.

You were surprised too.

"My baby." Your mom whispered, sitting beside you in your hospital bed, smoothing back your hair. "God, look at you."

You rolled your eyes, prepared for the worst. After all, nothing more or less could be expected of your traditional mother other than personal comments to your appearance.

"Spit it out." You groaned. "I look like hell." You felt like you'd combust. You'd do it. Fragile china be damned.

“You’re hurt.” Her fingers gently traced your jaw, and she turned to Dean with teary eyes that had your stomach turn. “How did this happen? Who are you?” Though her glasses over eyes scanned Dean. Dios mío, that’s one handsome man.

“Uh, Agent Dean Winchester, ma’am.” Dean put out his hand for her to shake. “Major Crimes, I work with your daughter.”

“Oh-” The moment Eleanor’s hand linked with Dean’s, you got your gun from under the blanket, pointed it at her temple while Dean swiftly cuffed one of her wrists.

“You’re under arrest.” You said shakily, but kept determined anyway, and the look on your mom’s face said that she knew why she was busted. “For tax evasion, fraud, identity theft, possession of illegal substances, drug trafficking and exploitation.”

“Sweetie!” It was the first time your mom ever called you that. It stung, when you knew the only reason she did was to get you to break. Too bad, cause Dean already had her hands bound behind her back and had handed her over to Sam and Benny, who were waiting in the hallway.

You grabbed a wipe from the bedside table, cleaning off the makeup around your eye and on your neck, the red coming off onto it. This had been an undercover operation to get your mom. Of course, if she’d been told that her daughter was working on a case to take down the organisation she’d been working for, the wool would be ready to pull over your eyes.

Not today.

The door slammed shut behind you as you pushed Dean through the threshold of your bedroom, your lips locked fiercely with his. You almost fell forward with the force had it not been for his hands keeping you upright, your hands taking on a furious pace in shoving his suit jacket off, then tearing at his tie with fumbling hands. Dean let out a low moan, his brow furrowed in concentration as he began removing your clothes too, humming in between kisses.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He pulled back, getting his belt off and dropping it with a clunk on the wooden floor. Dean grinned, taking sight of your creamy skin once he'd undone your shirt, getting it fully off so he could kneading your tits over your bra as you got the rest of your own clothes off, sans underwear. "Don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it."

Dean was caught off guard by you shoving him onto the bed, landing with a small bounce and taken even more by surprise when you began kissing at his neck, your movements frustrated and even sloppy, your head pounding and breath almost coming in growls.

The sound would've had Dean raising an eyebrow had it not been for your lips trailing a dizzying line all over his neck, which had his own falling open in a groan that came from his very soul. His hands flying to grip your hips.

You paused for a moment, panting heavily into the crook of his neck while your hand flew to tug down the fly of his pants, being careful not to afflict his gunshot wound any damage, but it wouldn't come down.

"Damn thing-" You muttered under your breath, tugging at a force that had Dean's hand moving to grip your wrist before you broke it.

"Woah, easy, sweet thing." He cautioned, but then a drop of water fell on his chest, right on the anti possession tattoo thingy he and the boys at the office got after a case with a homicidal maniac who claimed to be a victim of demonic possession.

And another drop. Fuck.

"Shit," Dean's hand instantly cupped your cheek, lifting your head to face him and seeing tears running down your flushed cheeks, and even then you tried to dip back down to kiss his chest. "No, sweetheart, stop. Stop for a second, OK?"

You sobbed quietly, next thing finding yourself nestled into Dean's arms, your head tucked in the crook of his neck with his chin comfortably on your head. "Why can't anything go right?" Your hands were tightly holding onto him, and Dean's hand buried into your hair protectively, a small frown gracing his brow. "I can't even undo a stupid fly right, fuck all."

"I know, but you can't get all of that out like that, sweet girl." Dean pressed a kiss to your hair, massaging your scalp. "Talk to me, OK? I've got you."

“She’s my mom, Dean.” You croaked into his skin, and his arms tightened around you instinctively, a heavy sigh leaving him. “I know we didn’t have the best of relationships, but she-she was my mom.”

“You were so strong, darlin’.” He muttered, keeping his breathing even while your tears soaked his skin. “So strong. And I’m gonna do whatever I can to make it right, y’hear? I’m gonna do everythin’ in my power to make sure you get a win. We’re gonna catch the sons of bitches, put ‘em in the Supermax and everything’s gonna feel right again.”

You nodded into the crook of his neck, and he just gave you the time to cry, stroking your hair. “We don’t have to do anythin’ tonight.” Dean murmured with another kiss to your hair. “We’re gonna get comfy, and we’re just gonna relax. Can’t guarantee it’ll take your mind off today, but I just want you to feel better.”

The words surprised you. Dean didn’t care about the sex, or whether you just jumped him out of pure frustration- he cared about you.

And that meant everything.

NEXT UP:

“So, you’re the famous Agent Dean Winchester.” He smirked, stepping closer to Dean, who was looking up at him from his knees with the best ‘fuck you’ smile he could manage with his chin being held. “I knew your daddy. Hell of a man, he was, until I tarnished his name and got him fired from his precious job.”

Dean coughed slightly, then chuckled. “You must be the dick Azazel. Who nobody’s heard about.”

“They’ve all heard about me, boy.” Azazel chuckled, taking a look at the body on the ground. “Everyone in the United States. Cause my name’s on the suicide bombings, ain’t they? My name’s written all over the attack on the President.”

“I bet your name’s somethin’ really stupid.” Dean snickered, giving his best cheeky side eye. “Like Gerald. Or Emmanuel. I’m guessing you were that one kid who had no game in high school.”

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So About that Alley .3

Jason Todd x fmc

DC masterlist ALL OTHER PARTS FOUND HERE

Unedited***Also I swear Tumblr is messing up my spelling on purpose cuz everytime I re-read something I know I fixed it's wrong again

Alex: short, curvy, red hair, green eyes, redheads go through pain meds way faster than normal people to the point I personally don't even take them, it's a joke, they last 30 min at best

Summary: Alex finds out her bf is red hood, after she spills some not so great secrets to the masked man while stitching him up.

Warnings: Vaginismus* angst, sexual assault, self-harm, depression, drug use by Alex, violence, cursing, NSFW, smut, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, guided masturbation?, p in v (not overly described), pain during s*x, hiding said pain, hickeys?, self-hate, insecurities, eating disorder, weight loss

A/N: I do not own dc booho

stop what is this gif lol^^

"Hey, Jay," she asked in a totally calm totally cool manner the next morning, completely numb thanks to the nice little combo she'd whipped up. Not floating or un-present but not in pain, even where the arm of the couch was digging into her side as Jason squished into her, laying fully on top of her.

"Yes, my beloved?"

"Don't make me take away your books you little dork. I was just wondering if your family knows about you...you know, not being dead?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Just if I happened to run into them I wouldn't wanna be like 'oh I'm dating Jason' and they'd be all 'wtf is wrong with this chick, he's dead' you know."

"I guess. Alex," he said grabbing her hand and pulling it to his mouth," I'm gonna introduce you, I'm not ashamed of you or whatever the hell else your mind is trying to say. My family is...overwhelming for most and I didn't want to scare you off."

"I get it dude, and since I just recently placed you as Robin you would have had to hire a family, or spill you deepest secrets to me. Lucky for you, I am the most understanding woman on the planet."

"I'd argue, but you're right. I'll text Alfred, the leader of the gang, and see when we can come for dinner. Be warned though, it could be tonight, they've been trying to get me to come home for a while now."

It was in fact that night. Alex scurried around for a clean pair of jeans, then after a glance in the mirror at her too large reflection she ripped them off and tossed them to the floor. A dress? No, that one has a tear. This skirt? No, it's too short. Jean short, they're clean but who the fuck wear jeans shorts to a mansion. Business slacks, no that says trying too hard. Ah ha, a superman t-shirt, and black leggings, then top it off with one of Jason's zip up hoodies.

"Is that what you're wearing," he asked with a laugh as he came into the room. In fact the laugh became a full blown fit and he doubled over nearly to the ground clutching his stomach and wheezing. With each second she got more and more self-conscious. Of course she couldn't wear what was basically pajamas to a fancy place, what was wrong with her. With a sigh she took off her boots and slid out of the leggings and switched them for her jeans, that she hated but whatever. Searching in vain for something that wasn't a graphic tee, or a business blouse she was half way through her closet when Jason recovered enough to notice what she was doing.

"No, put it back on, it's great, doll, I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing with you."

"I wasn't laughing," she said without emotion.

"Hey, come 'er." Much to her wiggling protest he pulled her tight against him and placed several loud kisses along her scalp.

"Everyone else will be in pj's I solemnly swear, in fact I was just about to change into my matching flannel set, someone amazing bought it for me, but I can't remember who," he said tapping his chin with mock thought.

"Really?"

"Cross my heart," he said, though his fingers were crossed behind his back.

"Ok," she conceded trying to get free. He held on for another minute before spinning her out away from himself and winking when she fell back onto the bed. Matching pj's in hand he headed to the bathroom, not for privacy but to send an urgant group chat explicity stating lounge clothes were to be worn.

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SURVEILLANCE OF PLEASURE

perv roommate!kunigami rensuke x fem. reader (ft. perv roommate!raichi jingo)

wc: 2.4k

warnings: noncon filming (hidden camera placed by raichi), male masturbation, female masturbation, oral sex (m!receiving), hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight dumbification, the good ol’ praise and degradation combo, exhibitionism, fishhooking (is that the right term? maybe), overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), spit

synopsis: it all started with a hidden camera “prank”

a/n: this is for my “perverts make the world go ‘round” 4k event and was requested by an anon!

If there was one thing Kunigami knew for sure about Raichi, it was that Raichi was a sneaky, disgusting pervert.

It all started when you three decided you would move in together. The three of you were extremely close, met on orientation day in college and have stuck with each other ever since. So after graduation when you all ended up working within the same neighborhood, it was just agreed upon that you would all move in together.

Raichi thought it would be a fun prank to plant a hidden camera in your room. Kunigami instantly knew the ulterior motives behind the so-called “prank”. It was known to everyone except you that the two had a little crush on you that often led to some not-so-innocent fantasies. Like what you looked like naked or what you would look like with a mouthful of cock or how pretty you’d sound while your pretty pussy was getting split open.

But Kunigami decided to play along, only if he was able to get access to the footage too, which Raichi did.

The hidden camera was in the eye of a stuffed bear they gifted you. You didn’t even think twice about the little gift and you didn’t even question why you couldn’t move it from the little bookshelf in your room. From that day on they saw every single thing you did in, what you believed was, the privacy of your own room.

They watched as you did little modeling shows in your room whenever you went on a shopping spree, they watched as you lotioned up your body after a hot shower, they watched as you walked around naked in your room just for the hell of it. But the best sight of all was when you took your little vibrating dildo from your nightstand and fucked yourself with it. Watching as you writhed and arched your back off your bed so prettily as you worked yourself to an orgasm.

As the months passed Kunigami’s feeling of guilt passed and changed into carnal desire. He often found himself replaying the clips of you fucking yourself with your toy while he fisted his cock. He matched your pace and would cum with you but then would take over his body. He needed more, he needed your touch, he needed the real thing.

Fucking his fist wasn’t enough anymore. And he needed to make a plan where he could finally have you.

Raichi was going away on a trip to visit his family for the weekend which meant you would be alone with Kunigami and that also meant he could finally have you.

You two spent the entire day together watching whatever show you wanted to binge, he bought takeout for you both and he couldn’t stop thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you.

Now it was the perfect time to execute his plan.

“Hey, remember that party sophomore year where we were all playing fuck, marry, kill?” You paused your show and turned to face him. How could you forget?

It was a wild night and your first ever college party. It was also the night where you drunkenly made out with two people during a game of spin the bottle, the two people you now live with. During the game Raichi put three names together; Isagi, Kuon and Kunigami. You said you’d marry Isagi, kill Kuon and fuck Kunigami. That night was also the night you developed a little crush on Kunigami and no matter how much you tried to fight it off, the crush only grew and now that you live with him any attraction to him was impossible to ignore.

“Of course I remember that night, I’ve never seen someone get so offended by a fake answer before.” Kunigami chuckled and moved closer to you, closing the small distance between you two.

“Do you remember the answer you gave when the choices were me, Isagi and Kuon?” You felt your face heat up at the new proximity between you two and nodded at his question. “And do you feel the same way about your answer about me? What I mean to say is, do you want me to fuck you?” He knew he was being extremely forward about this but he didn’t have the patience to take things slow. He had been pent up for so long and he had to let it out.

Your heart pounded in your chest and you met his fiery gaze and you nodded slowly. “Y-yes.” It had been too long since you hooked up with someone so maybe it was the pent up sexual frustration or maybe it was your crush on him that was speaking for you but once the confirmation left your lips, he pounced on you like a predator that has finally gotten to its prey. He smashed his lips into yours in a passion filled kiss, he poured his hunger onto your lips and you gripped his arms tightly. You were thankful that he adorned his usual attire, going shirtless and only wearing loose basketball shorts and you wore a thin tank top and even thinner shorts.

His hands moved along your body, gripping and groping whatever he could get his hands on. He pinched and gripped all your sensitive parts that made you whine and moan his name against his lips then an idea struck.

He knew that Raichi would spy on you as you got ready for bed since it was also his routine. So why not give him a little show?

He broke the kiss and stood up, grabbing your hand. “Cmon, let’s go to your room.” You followed him eagerly, anticipating what he’ll plan to do next to you. Once you two were inside his hands went back on you, almost tearing off your thin clothes before taking his off. He maneuvered you over to where the camera was and grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging it to bring your head back. “I want you to put that pretty mouth to use, you can do that for me right?”

He leaned in close and licked a stripe along your pulse point. “Yes, I can do that.” He groaned against your skin and placed his hands on your shoulders to push you down until you were eye level with his cock. A trail of neatly trimmed orange hair went down from his belly button to his cock, which stood proud in front of your face. It throbbed and was thicker than anything you’ve ever seen, it was also slightly above average length and curved slightly upwards. Your mouth watered at the sight of it and you stuck your tongue out to lick along the length of it, tracing the vein on the underside until you reached the head and started sucking on it.

He threw his head back and let out a groan of your name, it took everything in him to not start thrusting into your mouth. He wanted to let you take your time and get adjusted to his cock, so he’ll wait just a little longer. He placed one hand on your head while you started bobbing your head, guiding you along his length while you went at your own pace. “Fuck, you were made to suck cock. Taking it so good baby, my little cockslut.” You pressed your thighs together at his words, they came out mixed with his groans and you couldn’t help but move one hand down to start rubbing your clit.

By yourself, you were able to reach about halfway down his cock before you needed to move your head back for air but that wasn’t enough, wasn’t even close to enough. “Oh come on, I know you can do better than that. Such a greedy slut, too focused on yourself instead of the cock in your mouth. Guess I have to show you what you need to do.” He placed both of his large hands on either side of your head and held you in place as he started thrusting. In one swift thrust he was able to shove his cock all the way down your throat and your hands quickly shot up to hold onto his thighs. Wet gagging sounds filled the room while he fucked your face, you felt his muscles tense under your fingertips and you looked up at him with tear filled eyes. “What a messy girl, such a fucking mess and all for me. You’ve just been dying for this haven’t you? Of course you have, cock hungry whores like you just need cock down your throat, you need it more than oxygen.”

His heavy balls slapped against your chin as he started thrusting faster, your gags just spurred him on further. His hips snap against your face and guttural groans and borderline growls leave his lips. “Fuck, doing so good for me. Just a perfect slut for me.” He moved his hands to the back of your head and held you in place, your nose pressed right against his pubic hair. More tears and saliva coated your face as he held you and it became tougher to breathe through your nose. Just as you were about to start tapping his thighs he pulled you off his cock. Tendrils of spit connected your mouth to his cock while you greedily sucked up air. Your chest heaved and he leaned down to grip your spit covered chin, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. “Get on the bed, I want you on all fours facing your bookshelf. I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll forget your name.”

You felt your pussy clench around nothing at his words and you quickly got into position. He moved behind you and leaned down while his calloused hands gripped your ass cheeks and spread them. He groaned at the sight of your wet pussy, watching how it clenched around nothing, practically begging him to force his cock inside. He spit on your clenching hole and got up, “please, I need your cock.” Your voice was all whiny and pitiful for him, you needed him so badly, you didn’t know how much longer you could wait.

But he had been waiting even longer for this moment. He gripped your hip tightly with one hand while the other was wrapped around his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. In one quick snap of his hips, he was buried inside you. The slight pain from the stretch was beyond pleasurable and the head of his cock was nuzzled against your g spot. Your body trembled underneath his and your back arched as your orgasm washed over you. “Fuck, just like a true cock slut, instantly cumming on my cock.” He gave you no time to recover before he started snapping his hips against yours, his hips hitting your ass roughly.

“Please! ‘S too much!” Your words were slurred as you weakly tried to bring one hand back to try to slow him down. He laughed at your effort and moved one of his hands to grip one of your shoulders to easily lift you up and his other hand moved to the side of your face, hooking two of his fingers into your mouth like a fishhook. “All you’re doing is whining when you should be crying out my name like a good fucktoy.” He groans out and snaps his hips against yours faster and harder. Your cries fill the room and he leans in to bite down along your back, leaving imprints of his teeth in his wake. “God, such a tight pussy being stretched out by my cock.” He groaned while all you could do was let out slurred babbles and whines of his name. More drool seeped from your mouth and your pussy got even slicker with each heavy thrust.

As he continued thrusting, you started losing track of how many orgasms he ripped out of you. You were being overstimulated by his thick cock each time it brushed along your walls. Your hands weakly gripped at the sheets underneath you, trying to keep yourself up but thanks to the grip on your shoulder, he was able to keep you held up. He snaked his hand over from your shoulder to your neck to hold you closer to him, just so his mouth was right by your ear. “Say hi to Raichi sweetheart, make sure you look at the bear with those pretty, empty eyes.” You clenched around his cock at his words but you couldn’t make proper sense of it. “Oh you poor dumb thing, I bet your little head is working overtime to make sense of it. I’ll break it down so you can understand, there’s a camera in the bear. The camera leads to a live footage that both Raichi and I can access. We’ve seen all the things you’ve done when you thought you were alone. Watched how you lotion your body after every shower, seen all your little ‘private’ fashion shows, watched how you’ve plunged that pathetic toy into this sloppy cunt. You’ve been our own private cam girl without even knowing, such a naive little thing. Now, Raichi is going to watch the pretty faces you make when you get filled with my cum.”

He turned his head to bite down on the crook of your neck, the action ripping another orgasm out of you and his hips snapped into yours even harder. You were practically limp in his hold at this point, all the orgasms he gave you making you weak. After a few hard thrusts he growled in your ear, cumming deep inside you. Your pussy milked his cock for all his cum and your chest heaved with each heavy breath.

“You did so good for me, took my cock like a fucking pro.” You just hummed in response to his words and he slowly pulled out of you so he could lay you down on the bed. You felt a bit cold without the warmth of his body and looked at him with half lidded eyes as he stood up. “Can we cuddle?” Your words were spoken barely above a whisper and he leaned down to kiss your lips then your temple. “Of course, let me just grab some water okay?”

You nodded and lifted your hands to rub at your eyes, walking the line between consciousness and unconsciousness as the exhaustion took over your body. He smiled down at you and walked over to grab his phone, opening up the text thread between him and Raichi and sent one message: “hope you enjoyed the show.”

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2023 Fall Anime

This is honestly a loaded season full of new shows based on relatively new manga. Lots to look forward to

Spy x Family - Season 2 One of the most fun SJ series that have come out in a while. Season 1 was killer, high hopes for season 2.

Goblin Slayer 2 I didn't realize they were even making a second season. This was such a killer series. I'm really hoping they don't fall into the many mid-tier fantasy tropes out there in anime right now. I thought the appeal of the show was really Goblin Slayer himself and less about the lackeys along the way. So we'll see how it goes.

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End This is definitely one of my highly anticipated series. It's about an elf who was part of the Hero's party and her life after he dies. (Since elves live longer) Definitely a darker take on fantasy but has some really solid fantasy and adventure vibes.

Rising of the Shield Hero - Season 3 Season 2 was pretty disappointing and slow. While this looks like it'll be more fast paced, it does look like a tournament arc of sorts. I know some aren't a fan of that kind of arc, but honestly I think it's exactly what this series needs to pick things up again. We'll see.

The Faraway Paladin - Season 2 This was legitimately one of my favourite fantasy series. I thought it was really well written and didn't rush things like other series. I'm looking forward to this season.

Sequels/Continuations: Eminence in Shadow - Season 2 killer series with an anti-hero main character. Definitely worth checking out. After-School Hanako-Kun Hanako-kun spin off Dr. Stone Season 3 - Part 2 One of the best novel concept series with nothing else in it's genre to compare to. Definitely didn't drop the ball on the recent seasons and still worth watching. Dead Mount Death Play - Part 2 One that I didn't particularly enjoy, but has a decent sized manga following. Tokyo Revengers - Tenjiku Arc The continuation of the series. Might be just me but it feels like the series fell off after the first season. The Saint's Magic Power is Omnipotent - Season 2 A more mature take on fantasy isekai that just started to get into romance at the end of last season. A solid combo of shoujo genres. The Ancient Magus' Bride - Season 2 Part 2 One that I haven't had a change to check out yet but have only heard good things about. Hypnosismic - Season 2 a weirdly addictive musical/rap series. Unique characters and honestly solid rap battles. One I'll be enjoying. -- Related - Paradox Live - Music battle with what looks to be the same style of animation and solid character design. Definitely worth looking at if you're a fan of Hypmic. The Seven Deadly Sins: Four Knights of the Apocalypse A sequel of SDS. Looks like it could be a fun watch for the fans of the series. New:

Shangri La Frontier A new manga fantasy series. This may be a horrible way to describe but it is what it is - a new age SAO- full dive fantasy game. A gamer who only plays shit games, gets into a new massively popular MMORPG and is op. One that I'm excited for because it ticks all the fantasy game boxes I like.

Undead Unluck A relatively new manga series that gained a lot of traction in the last year or two. A gory action comedy that's super chaotic and a lot of fun.

Shy Brand new hero manga series about a shy girl and her anxieties and struggles going into the hero world who grows and gains confidence as she becomes a better hero.

Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions This is a manga series that I have kept forgetting the name of so never got a chance to read but all the covers for the manga look phenomenal. Likely the anime doesn't do him justice but it is what it is. Essentially sherlock in anime form. A PI with issues and the wholesome police detective work together to solve crime. Other New Series: Green - Fantasy Pink - Romance Red - Action Purple - Drama The Kingdoms of Ruins A world where witches were hunted down by humans as science surpassed magic. A kid who was raised by a witch swears revenge on mankind. This honestly looks solid. The animations are very cool looking and the mc seems to be an anti-hero. Will be looking at this one. Under Ninja A well known manga series about modern ninjas. Definitely a unique series for this season. The Apothecary Diaries A historical medical mystery show. I've heard the name before and I've also only heard good things. Will be worth a watch. A Girl & Her Guard Dog The granddaughter of a crime syndicate goes to highschool out of town and the current young boss lies his way into the same school. Would be cute romance if it weren't for the fact she's 15 and he's 26.. Butareba - The Story of a Man Turned into a Pig What the title says. A girl finds him and the story goes from there. I'm Giving the Disgraced Noble Lady I Rescued a Crash Course in Naughtiness The usual light novel title. Honestly, doesn't seem as yikes as I initially thought, might just be harmless breaking the rules kinda thing. Could be fun, also a Capybara that strikes fear into people's hearts. My Daughter Left the Nest and Returned an S-Rank Adventurer Looks like a wholesome series where an adventurer finds a baby, raises it and she becomes so strong she's busy working all the time. Just a cute father daughter relationship in a fantasy setting about her wanting to come take time to see him but being caught up in OP fantasy battles. Ragna Crimson Dragons vs Humanity - a human and a dragon team up to destroy all the dragons. Action fantasy series. Berserk of Gluttony I honestly added this because I thought it was hilarious. Looks like a combo of knock offs - the Gluttony skill from Tensura (reincarnated as a slime) and the mc being called Fate with the main girl who looks exactly like Sabre. I'll be skipping but its' here so you know.

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Hugs for a Vampire (Astarion x GN!Reader) - Chapter 18: At Withers' Party

Bonus Hug - Chapter 18: At Withers' Party

Each chapter can be read as a standalone hug.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Rogue!Tav)

Genre: Fluffy, Filling in Canon

Rating: Teen

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, post-game, epilogue, cw: alcohol, jealousy

WC: 2.1k words, 18/18 chapters

Summary: An epilogue hug! Astarion sees Rogue!Tav giving out hugs and wants one of his own.

Author's Note: This was not part of the original fic, added on after the epilogue was released, however I chose to put my own spin on the epilogue hug.

Finally, Whether you read this fic AO3, on Tumblr, or a combo of both, thanks so much for joining the hugfest! I love this vampire man, and may he have many, many more hugs <3

Ao3 | [Hug17] | Hugs for a Vampire Masterlist

It’s been six months since your victory at Baldur’s Gate.

Six months of traveling through the Underdark with Astarion, establishing a base for the vampire spawn, and figuring out your next steps together. It was perilous and difficult work, but you wouldn’t change a single thing. 

You have missed your former companions dearly though, so when you received the invitation from Withers for a celebration, the smile that broke across your face could blind a celestial. I wouldn’t miss this for anything – not even a fresh new apocalypse, you wrote back.

So that’s how you and Astarion have found yourselves above ground once again, the familiar wilderness of the Sword Coast a welcome sight, the distinguished company an even more welcome one.

Everyone seems to be doing quite well, despite how you all left each other. Lae’zel is only able to visit through a projection, and the reprieve is rather temporary for a few of your companions– namely Wyll and Karlach– However, it’s a rare opportunity and you’re incredibly grateful to have it.

The elation must be obvious on your face, as Astarion takes one look at you and laughs. His sing-song little giggle never fails to bring a smile to your face, and right now your face is liable to crack open. “Go on, dear,” he says, sensing the eager tension in your body. “Mingle! If you need me, I shall be near the wine.”

“You can mingle too, you know,” you say, though you’ve already begun to walk away.

“Invite me again after a few bottles,” he responds. You know he loves them all in his own way, but he also finds them to be a bit too much at times. Ever the stray cat, he’ll find his way to them when he’s ready, at least you hope. So you nod to him in agreement and wander off to chat with your dearest friends.

You’re so excited to see them all again that you’re practically jogging to meet them. 

Shadowheart is the first. When you get a good look at her, you see a peace in her face that you haven’t seen in any of the months you’ve known her. Something about it brings you relief. You knew they would each find their happiness without you, but seeing it firsthand is something else. Perhaps it’s because she’s looking so much more herself than ever, but before long you find yourself asking, “Could I have a hug?” The hug is caring and welcoming and everything you knew Shadowheart has always been.

Next you make your way to Karlach. She’s alive and well, which is ten times better than the last time you saw her, and you just might cry from the sight. She tells you about Avernus and about the possibility to fix her heart and you just might cry from that as well. Again, you can’t resist, especially knowing she’s been fighting for her life for six months. “Could I have a hug?” The hug is warm and strong, just like the woman in your arms.

After that, you make your way to Wyll. He’s doing rather well in Avernus with Karlach, and, when he mentions that he’s planning to ensure Karlach finds a solution to her heart, a few tears well in your eyes. Wyll is among the best of mortal and immortal men, and you’re glad he went with Karlach when you couldn’t. The grateful feeling is more than you can put into words, so you ask, “Could I have a hug?” The hug is strong and bracing and an absolute testament to Wyll’s enduring friendship.

You find your way to Lae’zel. After learning of her diligent efforts to save her people from Vlaakith, you can’t help but be awestruck by how much she’s changed. You’re inspired by her ability to learn to fight with words and stunned by how much she truly misses you. Even though she’s not there, you can’t help yourself, “Could I have a hug?” She simply clicks her tongue at you and calls you an idiot, somehow melting your heart all the same.

Eventually, you find Gale, tucked away with the tressym Tara. He’s a teacher and no longer at risk of exploding – you can’t help laughing at that, remembering the various times he almost blew you all up without the help of an all-powerful orb. Something about the way he speaks of his new role and invites you to visit, either to teach or just to spend time, makes you realize that this is what a happy wizard looks like. You love it and ask, “Could I have a hug?” The hug is all-encompassing and lengthy, much like one of Gale’s lessons in magic.

Finally, you find Halsin, dancing the night away. When you learn more about his endeavors, you find that he’s reestablishing the settlement at Reithwin, reconnecting the land to its people. He mentions that Thaniel and Oliver are no longer lonely and that the children of the settlement bring him a fulfillment he never thought possible. After regaling him of an exaggerated tale of your and Astarion’s adventures, you assure him that the two of you will visit soon to tell more. “Could I have a hug?” The hug is surprisingly gentle and comforting, and you walk away feeling quite content.

You determine that you’ll need to ask the rest, even Withers, for hugs if they’ll all be this enjoyable. But before you do that, you decide to take a moment to yourself, to process everything.

That’s how you find your way to a quiet corner, head spinning with warm, fuzzy feelings and maybe a smidge too much wine. Just being here, surrounded by some of the best people you’ve ever had the privilege to encounter, fills you with a companionship you weren’t aware you’d been missing. Astarion fills you with so much love and happiness, but this– this is different.

As if summoned with your thoughts, the vampire walks toward you, wine glass in hand. "Are you done mingling?" Sensing your mind is elsewhere, he leans closer, inspecting your glassy, faraway gaze. His hand lands on the small of your back, jolting your attention back to the present and you turn to look at him. His eyes sparkle at you with radiant joy and a hint of something else. Could that be annoyance?

You decide to focus on the joy. "Yes, I think I've managed to get good conversations out of everyone. Did you know Gale wants me to go teach at Waterdeep?" Your voice sounds incredulous, after all, you warned him: once a rogue, always a rogue. Unless he wants his students to learn how to stab more efficiently, he would do best to seek someone else.

Astarion clearly agrees, making an exaggerated, aghast expression. "You? A teacher?" He shudders in fake-fear. "My love, I pity the poor students who would be subjected to your methods."

“Hey,” you say, shooting him a glare. “I thought you were supposed to be the supportive one!”

He laughs and shakes his head. “I can only support so much, my dear.” Then he takes a long look at you, noticing how unfocused your eyes are, the flush to your face. “And from the looks of it, I may need to support your entire body before the night is over.”

You only grin at him and say, “What did I do to deserve such a caring man?”

“Yes, yes,” he says, rubbing gentle circles along your back. “Likely whatever you did to deserve the affections of every adventurer this side of the Chionthar.” His tone is joking, but the dark look on his face says otherwise.

Pushing aside your own amusement, you pull his hand from your back and lean into him. “Okay, what's the matter, love?”

“Oh nothing. I just thought my jealous days were behind me.” He sounds sullen, and you note a sad tilt to his eyebrows.

Jealous days? You groan, recalling his concern over the fiery barbarian. “Love, really truly, if I were leaving you for Karlach, I would have gone to Avernus months ago.”

He waves his wine glass at you dismissively. “I know that, and I don’t mean Karlach, contrary to all evidence thus far.” Suddenly avoiding your gaze, he takes a sip of wine and changes the subject. “No matter, let’s go ask Withers where he found this vintage.” 

“No, no, no,” you say, tugging him back to you before he can walk off. After another six months together, getting used to each other’s idiosyncrasies outside of mortal peril (mostly out of mortal peril), you knew the escape was only a ruse. He wants to talk, but he seems too embarrassed to begin. “You’re allowed to be jealous, Astarion. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me why.”

Astarion stops in his tracks, looking back at you with a pair of vulnerable red eyes. “Do you promise not to laugh?”

You take a beat to debate this, but ultimately honesty wins over and you shake your head. “I wish I could, but I do promise to try my best?”

A sigh escapes him, and you’re graced with a soft, reluctant smile. “Typical. You were truthful though, so I shall be too. I was rather jealous of…” He wipes a hand over his face dramatically. “I was jealous that you’ve gone and hugged everyone else. Gods, I sound like a child.”

It’s a good thing you only promised to try your best because an involuntary huff leaves your lips, which you'd firmly pressed together in preparation. "That is…" you gasp out.

"Idiotic? Pathetic?" Astarion supplies.

"Rather adorable actually," you say, finally allowing a snort out. “How do you always manage to be both adorable and sexy?”

You swear you can see the tips of his ears color pink, but that may just be the firelight or your own tipsy vision. He only says, “I’m quite talented.”

“Would a hug help you feel better?”

Astarion looks at you, eyes darting between yours. You can see a bit of hesitation in them, and you’re wondering why when he says, “Only if it’s not a pity hug.”

“Never,” you say, solemnly. “You know I only give hugs I mean.”

He clicks his tongue, annoyed again. He places his wine glass down on the ground with a flourish, as if preparing himself. “Yes, exactly. Which is why I’ve gone and become jealous. This is all your fault and I expect you to remedy it.”

You nod, accepting this burden with ease. “In that case… Could I hug you?” Astarion waves his hand at you as if to say, get on with it already, and you dive right in. 

The hug is loving, it’s understanding and supportive. It warms you, it cools you, and it makes you want to tackle this man to the ground in an aggressive affection– a feeling you only barely temper after a few glasses of wine. After experiencing so many hugs tonight, you find that the hug is so very perfectly him.

No, not just him. It’s the type of hug that the both of you make together. And it’s the hug you want to experience again and again for the rest of your life.

When you finally pull away from him, Astarion is smiling once more, jealousy evidently placated. “Well now, I have you every night, don’t I? Go on then, continue to bless them with your presence. I’ll be here when you’re ready. I’ll always be here, my love.”

You shake your head at him. “A lovely sentiment, of course, but you’re done hiding. Come on.”

“What?” he asks, brows furrowing as he tilts away from you.

“I said, you’re done hiding. No more shadows, they all keep asking about you and I’d rather you answer them yourself,” you say, all but dragging him back to the party now. “They miss you too, you know.”

“Darling, please. What if they ask me for a hug?” Astarion looks truly appalled at the thought.

You laugh, imagining him reacting like a cat forced into a bathtub. “You can say no, of course. But I promise not to get too jealous if you do.”

“What will it take for you to forget I ever said that?” he says, laughing and allowing himself to be dragged.

You quickly swipe his wine glass back up off the ground as you pull him along, and take a long drink before returning it to him. You only say, “At least two more bottles, though I suppose that depends on how wild Withers likes his parties.”

Hand-in-hand, you both walk off to enjoy the rest of the celebration. The night is young, the wine is flowing, and there are still many more hugs to be shared.

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One Piece Fanwork Remix

Sign-ups are still open! Challenge yourself by re-inventing someone else's creation in your own style, and see how your own work inspires the other participants to do the same.

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🍹What if my One Piece works are not on Ao3?

In the sign-up form you can link to any other site where you've posted One Piece fics or fanarts. Tumblr, Twitter, Google Drive files that have never seen the light of day, 10-year old posts on some dying forum...as long as the other participants can access, and you're okay with having that work possibly remixed, you can link it.

🐬How will the participants be matched?

We're prioritizing the relationship tags, to make sure everyone can match with people who are into the same ships or interested in the same friendships/familial bonds. You can also request or offer to focus on single specific characters. We're also matching on the right combo of requesting/offering art or writing.

🌴How to remix?

Are you still on the fence because you don't know how to remix? Let us give you a few ideas! We're using this fanlore page as a base to give you some inspiration, go check out the full article if you want to go more in depth.

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Writers sometimes incorporate dialogue, description, or other details of the original work into their remix story, but it's not necessary. Many remixes keep the same characters, ships, and basic plot, especially in remix challenges where there are often rules about what remixers can change.

A discussion on fail_fandomanon produced a list of possible remix techniques, most of them from one post.[4] The list has been reproduced and expanded on below.

POV flip — Retelling the same events from a different character's point of view or switching between first, second, or third person.

Role Reversal — If A was the bank robber and B was the security guard in the original, B is now the bank robber and A is now the security guard.

Sequel/prequel — The remixer explores what led up to the events in the original work, or what may have happened after. (The writer of this list noted that "There's quite a bit of disagreement about whether or not this actually counts as a remix," and suggested that "the best way to resolve it as an issue is to be certain the remix overlaps with at least a couple scenes of the original."[4])

New spin/tone shift — The same things happen as in the original fic, but they mean something different than they did in the original. For example, a happy time travel fic might be portrayed as tragic by the remixer.

Characterization shift — Similar to the above, but what's changing is the characterization. This "works quite well when you see the characters entirely differently than the person you're remixing."[4]

Genre change — Changing a western into a space opera or changing between slash, het, or gen.

AU to Canon — That modern/space/western AU now happens in the canon era/setting.

Canon to AU — That canon fic is now an AU.

Different place in canon — The same events happen, but they happen at a different point in canon.

Missing Scene — The remixer writes what might have happened in a scene that was not portrayed in the original work.

Expansion/Contracting — The remix expands a 200 word story to 5k or contracts a 20k story down into 1000 words.

For want of a nail — One small detail at the beginning of the story original story is changed, so events spin out differently in the remix.

Mash-up — The remixer takes two or more of someone's fics and combine them.

Based on the summary — The remixer reads the summary and writes what they think the original was about based on just the summary. (The list-writer notes, "I DON'T actually recommend this, but I've known people to do it that way, so."[4])

Changing the ending — Someone dies in the original, they don't in the remix (or vice-versa).

One crucial detail — The remixer pulls out what they consider to be the most important detail of the original fic, then lets everything else go in order to explore that detail.

Scope of events — The remix covers a smaller or larger scope of events than the original. For example, if the original focuses on the events of one day, the remix might cover the entire month that day takes place in, recontextualizing the day the original focused on by showing how it relates to what happened before and after, or it might focus on just one hour of that day.

Trope addition — An extra trope is added by the remixer, for example soulmates or wingfic. This is "similar to genre shift but not quite the same."[6]

Remixers may do several of the above at once, or just one.

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How To Fight - Male!Reader x Ningguang & Yelan

Ningguang

"Yes. I am ready."

You eye Ningguang curiously. She has a confident smirk on her lips, her arms crossed over her chest. She's missing her usual dress, wearing light armor instead. You shoot her an amused look. 

"Someone's feeling daring today." You shrug. "Alright then."

You walk up to the weapon stand, grabbing two dull training swords. You spin around, throwing her one of them. She barely catches it, but quickly places it in her hands. You stretch your neck and approach her as Ningguang assumes the default stance you taught her. 

"I'll show you just how much I learned." She says, brandishing her weapon. "Three hits. Come at me."

"Hah! And make things easy for you, dear? You started this, so you come at me." You spin your sword in your hands, and ready it. 

Ningguang skips up to you and swings sideways. You hold your weapon firmly, taking the blow wholly on the handguard. You push against her sword and retaliate with an upwards slash, but she dodges. A hard downwards slash tries to break your guard, but your parry and stab forward. Using both hands Ningguang manages to force the sword away, but you reposition and strike her with your shoulder. She staggers backwards and you finish with a trained top down hit to her shoulder. 

You withdraw. “Clumsy and slow. Again.”

She exhales heavily, steadying herself and returning to position. “Ready.”

This time you open with a barrage of quick cuts, all of them blocked with little effort. You tease her with a stronger hit, catching her retaliation on your hand guard. You step back, just in time to block another downwards attack, followed by a quick stab. You managed to deflect it and riposte, using your strength to break her weakened guard. She blocks the would-be killing blow just in time, forcing you to jump back. 

“Great.” You praise, but before she can react, you charge again. An upwards slash to the left, followed by a vertical combo is ineffective, but your stance nullifies her counter. Having used her acceleration to attack, Ningguang’s frame lowers, rendering her unable to stop a slash straight down on her back. She yelps, and you retreat, giving her space.

“Ow. That’s going to hurt tomorrow.” She groans, but retakes her stance once again, a frown of focus on her lips. 

“Focus. Last chance.”

She moves in without warning, forcing you into stance. Amongst her quick side-to-side attacks stabs are mixed in, forcing you to respond quickly. You find a moment to wind up a stronger riposte, resulting in her weapon being deflected upwards, giving you enough space to close the distance. You try to follow up with a low blow, but she manages to stop you. Before you can react, Ningguang elbows you across the face with her left arm, breaking your lip and sending you stumbling backwards. You send a sloppy, heavy blow at her, knowing she’ll dodge and step back. Now a few feet meters apart, you both resume the default positions. You wipe the blood from your face with your sleeve. 

She moves forward, delivering a variety of high strikes mixed in with various pushes. You keep your distance, making her attack faster and with less accuracy. You once again use your strength advantage and strike right at her weapon’s chappe. Ningguang, exhausted, agitated and unfocused, fails to recover, giving you enough space to slash at her chest. Feeling frisky, you twirl around and, before she can turn around, place a firm slap on her butt. She yelps in surprise.

“W-what was that for?!” You jog back to her, snickering under your breath. Ningguang’s face is red, partly from exhaustion and partly from embarrassment. 

You send her a teasing smile. “Let’s see. For… arrogance, for slacking off in training, and for being so hot.”

Ningguang takes off her helmet, and lets out an exhausted sigh, the expression of embarrassment changing into a smirk. “Understood."

You approach her. Suddenly, but gently, you grab her chin, and place a brief kiss on her forehead, earning a soft smile from her. 

"You'll get it eventually. Patience, Ningguang, patience."

Yelan

Warm sunlight pours through the windows of the gym, reflecting off of the bright, lacquered wood. The day outside is peaceful, but the situation within the hall is anything but.

Sounds of moans and grunts of extortion echo, as do the sounds of hits and the swishing of blades. Sweat pours from your bodies, but neither you nor Yelan lose focus. Your minds are occupied on the deadly exchange of slashes and pushes, always seeking for an opening in each other's guard. One stabs, the other stops the stab, and retaliates, only to have their attack blocked and returned. Locked in a seemingly endless, intense cycle of combat. Action and reaction. Only that exists in your minds. 

Your eyes are cold on Yelan's. Your movements are calculated, backed up with years of grueling training and countless combat scenarios. Every muscle tenses and relaxes on effortless demand, perfectly aligned with your mind, coming across as instinctual. Yelan, in the meantime, grits her teeth. Her body aches, longs for, pleads, demands rest, even if just for a moment. Though she had been dueling you for just over six minutes, her adrenaline-filled brain processes time faster. It feels like she's been fighting forever, exchanging blows, pushes, slashes and stabs with you. 

Some part of her regrets ever asking you to teach her close quarters combat these two weeks ago. The other reprimands her for backing out, in your voice. She knows she has to. For her own safety. She won't always have a better weapon on her, nor will she have backup. The majority of spontaneous encounters end within the first 10 minutes, you said. She knows she has to last. 

Her body screams for mercy. It bleeds from the numerous small cuts, mainly on her bruised and battered forearms. Just as you suggested, she had been using them as a guard and a shoving  tool, and they work. She just never expected it to hurt like the Abyss. Just barely managing it, Yelan inflicted several wounds on your body too. The ones you inflicted are shallow, but deep enough to draw dark, crimson blood, while hers are deeper, sloppier. Her eyes constantly steal brief glances of the nasty gash on your cheek. Despite your hand being almost covered in blood from the slash on your thumb, you don't frown, let alone flinch. Your hands somehow remain steady, while hers have been trembling for some time now. 

Yelan's body is drenched in sweat, both from the intensive activity, and something never before felt by her during these sessions. 

Stress. 

It's her first exam. It will decide whether she will continue on to learn more advanced combat, or spend the next week revising and training, both under your watchful eye. But that's not what worries her, and neither is the fact that it's just the second time you fight with real, sharp blades. It's you, not as her instructor, but as her lover. The sight of your blood bothers her, especially that it was she who inflicted the wounds it comes from. She understands, she really does, that training has to be rigorous, as real combat will be unforgiving. Yet at the same time she doesn't want to hurt you. She knows that neither do you, but you're skilled enough to keep the damage minimal, while she isn't. And then there's the chill in your eyes. No warmth, none of the familiar feeling of security and comfort - just merciless instruction. Yelan knows that it's only temporary, that you'll return to normal after the session ends, but that on top of the former is becoming too much for her. 

She feels like it's real. That she really needs to harm and kill you, else you would do the same. Her eyes feel the prickle of tears in the corners, of both exhaustion and discomfort. She waits for a good opportunity, blocks your attack, and hops back swiftly. You instinctually move to engage her again, but she raises her open hands slightly. 

"Stop, stop. I concede. I concede. Please, no more."

You stay in stance for a moment, but soon relax and stand down. After sheathing the knife, you wipe your bloody hands with your shirt. 

"Alright."

Without another word, you move to the bench. Yelan watches on as you grab a water bottle and press it against your lips, proceeding to down almost all of it in one go. She sighs and closes her eyes. 

"Heh, just don't fall asleep over there." You smile and turn to face her, but stop when you see her. "Yelan, is everything okay?" 

"Yes, yes, I just… Ugh. I'm tired." She tries an evasive answer as she joins you on the bench, her own hydration in her hand. 

"Don't lie to me. I know something’s bothering you.”

She covers her face with her hands, and sighs. “I don’t want to do this.”

You hum in response. “Wasn’t it you who suggested these lessons?”

“I did, but I didn’t expect you to make me do this.” 

You scoff, your thoughts still deep in training mode. “Getting injured is just a part of the training. Besides, Yelan, you aren’t seriously hurt. Are you?”

She rubs her eyes, wiping small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her voice comes out nearly as a growl. “I don’t want to hurt you, is this so hard to understand? And you’re so cold, and so… foreign today. I just… You…” Her voice drops to a near whisper. “You’re scaring me.”

You stay silent, taken aback by this statement. She glances up at you and continues. 

“It’s just that you’re so emotionless, and different from the man I know. I l-love you, and you’re making me treat and hurt you like an enemy? You even act as one. I feel like you’re… a stranger with my husband’s face.”

Taking a deep breath, you try to ease her worries, but she cuts you off before you can speak. 

“I don’t care, do you understand? I don’t care that I need training, o-or that real enemies won’t go easy on me! You’re not one of them! I don’t want to treat you as one, please! We can train, really, but I don’t want to do this. Anything but this, please.” A few stray tears slip through her fingers. Her tone is now more hushed, sounding broken. “Please…”

You scoot over closer to her, and place your right hand on her elbow. “Yelan. Please, look at me.”

She looks up, her blue eyes almost pleading. “Y/N…”

You pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I went too far. I should have asked first, been more gentle and empathetic. I… Have no excuse.”

Her slender arms snake around you, securing comfortably around your chest. She lets out a very quiet, muffled sob. “I don’t want to do this ever again, p-please. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” 

You gently stroke her hair, getting a little blood on the dark blue strands from the injury she inflicted. “You won’t have to. I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.”

Eventually, in your arms, Yelan is able to steady her emotions. She parts with you, a sad look still present on her face. She moves her hand to your bloody cheek, fingers carefully avoiding touching the injury. She smiles at you.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

Thanks for reading!

[mareeyeahh]

Jealous Series Part 1

Featuring Xavier from Love and Deepspace

(Note: This has been brewing in my mind for a while now. Hope you guys enjoy it. ♡)

"Have you seen this movie?" A girl said as she pulled up her phone playing a clip from a movie.

"Wait, that's literally all over my feed."

"I basically already watched it on Tiktok."

Tara and your co-workers were gushing about a rom-com movie on the way to a fast food chain. You decided to join them this time because of a sudden change in plans. All of you settled in on a table while one girl was nice enough to take all of your orders and line up at the long queue.

"Did you watch it?" Tara handed you her phone and showed you the video clip.

She played a clip which started off chaotic. Lights were flashing and water was splashing. Teenagers in their swimsuits were drinking and hanging out by the poolside until a guy canonballed into it. Then it suddenly transitioned to a group of teenagers who were probably the creme of the crop judging how high spec the actors were. In the middle, a girl was talking to everyone about playing spin the bottle and when they all agreed, she pulled out a bottle. At the count of three, she spun it and it landed on who might've been the male lead.

"Why does he look so familiar?" A girl who sat beside you interrupted.

"Right?" Tara chimed in. "It's literally on the tip of my tongue."

"He does look like someone I know." Right when you said that, from the corner of your eye you saw Xavier come in through the doors like a whirlwind. He paused and looked briefly at the menu in front before lining up. The people beside him couldn't help but look at him all starry eyed.

The girl sitting beside Tara immediately noticed his presence. She grabbed Tara's phone from your hand and her eyes bounced from the phone to Xavier and back. "Guys, I got it. He looks like Xavier."

Tara looked like she wasn't buying it but she did a double take before it clicked. "Wait, you're right."

"Yeah, he's like Xavier but with dark hair." The girl beside you pointed out. "The dark hair and blue eyes combo is so hot."

Tara and the other girl nodded their heads, agreeing to what was just said. You glanced at the paused video and to Xavier before saying, "I think I like light haired guys better."

"To each their own." Tara shrugged, "But you can't deny that we are being blessed by the presence of Xavier."

"Yeah, I mean just look at him." The girl beside you sighed, resting her chin on her palm.

"Wait, haven't you worked with him before?" The girl who sat beside Tara asked you to which you nodded.

"Wait, really?" The girl beside you directed her eyes from Xavier to you. "Like you guys together?"

"In the beginning, yeah." You replied.

"What's he like? Is he cold and distant just like the rumors?"

"Or is he like secretly sweet?"

"He's surprisingly nice." You inched away a little from the girls who were obviously interested in knowing more about the blond guy. "But we don't talk much when we work."

One girl looked dejected. "Really? If I were you, I'm definitely using that chance to get close to him."

"Being paired up with him is like a once-in-a-lifetime chance."

"Yeah, considering how he's almost always missing in action and he doesn't socialize either."

"But that just adds to his enigmatic charm, y'know?"

They continued to swoon over Xavier, the wholesome compliments about his looks slowly turned into comments that weren't so safe for work or in public for that matter. You felt a little weirded out that you had to stop them because their high pitched giggles were catching looks from the people near your table.

Your eyes turned to where Xavier was. The queue was noticeably shorter but another person lined up behind him. A second later, you saw something fall and Xavier crouched down to pick it up. The girl who was a part of your group turned around and you saw how caught off guard she was when she saw Xavier's face. Xavier probably gave the thing that fell back to her. After that she kept looking back at him, trying to strike up a conversation with him.

She kept smiling, giggling while talking. She tucked a chunk of her hair back on her ear and batted her eyelashes, making herself look cute. Something started boiling inside of you and you just sighed. You weren't mad. Maybe just a bit jealous that she managed to get Xavier's attention without even trying.

Or maybe you were just hungry.

Not too long after, the girl got out of the queue smiling at Xavier before walking, no, running back to your table.

"Guys, I just got tea of the century." She came panting, slamming the paper receipt on the table.

"Sit down first." The girl beside Tara scooted a little over inwards so that she could sit.

"So, Xavier was in line behind me." She started after she caught her breath.

"Yeah, we saw. Pretty hard to miss, that dude."

"Okay so yeah, he and I were talking. I tried asking for his number- "

"You did?!"

"He gave it to you?"

"You would know if you stopped interrupting. Let me get to the point." The girl said, shushing the two other girls. "So I asked for his number but he didn't give it. He said he had a girlfriend."

Then there was silence in the midst of a busy restaurant and then suddenly all of them were freaking out.

"A girlfriend?! He has a girlfriend?"

"No way. Him?"

"Did you ask if it's someone at work?"

"I wish I did. I was too depressed to think about asking."

"Damn, wish it was me."

It definitely was tea of the century. All of them were still processing the fact that their work Idol had a girlfriend. Speaking of the devil, said work Idol got out of the queue and when he squeezed himself out of the crowd, your eyes met.

"Babe-" His voice didn't really overpower the noise in the restaurant but it was enough for all of you at the table to turn towards him with dinner plate wide eyes.

He came over to your side of the table and kissed your cheek. "Hey. I tried calling few times to tell you I got out earlier than I thought."

"Really? Sorry, I probably had my phone on silent."

The girls on your table were too stunned to speak. Xavier looked at each one of them, a little confused. "What's the matter?"

"You're the girlfriend?"

You glanced at Xavier first who gave you a knowing smile and then at them. "I was gonna tell you at some point-"

"Oh my god, shut up. I was literally drooling over your boyfriend-"

"-And you were listening to all my fantasies about him."

"Don't sweat it." You laughed it off before you scoot over, letting him join in on your group. There was definitely a palpable awkwardness but it was quickly forgotten after you properly introduced him.

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I've got more ideas but i don't know if I'll get to writing them as well. Anyways, that's it. Thanks for reading ♡