#hoodie with outer jacket

[3ggbed]

if i sent you this video. would you like it? and Laugh? Or would you fucking leave me out and leave me out to dry.

[bumbleboa]

I am back with more sketches for @calysto1395 's AU!

Fic snippet of her writing behind the cut:

EDIT: Fic is also now available HERE

“Fine, fine! I’m going. Stop shoving me.” Law throws his hands up and steps onto the train.

“I don’t want to see you for at least 24 hours.” Bepo retorts, his paws on his hips and blocking the doorway like a bouncer. If Law wasn’t so fucking exhausted from a ten hour surgery session he would have a clever comeback right about now. As it stands, he can only repeat Bepo’s words at him in a mocking tone. He flips Bepo off as the train doors close between them for good measure before he turns to find a seat as they slowly roll out of the station. 

There is as usual only one other person on the train. Hiriluk Hospital Station is usually the one where everyone gets off as the line continues out of town into the shitty outer district where Law has his dirt cheap apartment. It’s a good thing too because Law usually has no patience for anyone after work and before work he needs to save what little he has for his patients. 

His usual companion is a young man, maybe around Law’s age, who has tan skin and green hair who nods at him when Law falls into one of the empty seats. He’s always there before Law gets on and doesn’t get off anywhere before Law does. Law sees him as often as he does his coworkers so he would say they are almost friends. Save for the part where Law has no idea who he is besides a passenger and incredibly attractive.

“Trouble in paradise?” The guy asks, snorting with a smirk. He’s huddled into one of the seats that run sideways along the walls of the train, jean jacket and a hoodie today, legs propped up on his huge backpack with the long case sticking out of it. 

Law just rolls his eyes and lets his head fall against the headrest. It’s part of the routine at this point. Guy will make a comment or greet him and then it will be silent for the rest of the ride, just the way Law likes it. The stranger on the train might be Law’s favorite person, right after Bepo. Then again Bepo humiliated and bullied him onto the train today so maybe the stranger has taken top spot. 

“You got blood on your cheek.” The guy says and Law feels the annoyance at the routine being disturbed before he processes the words. His eyes blink open and he rubs at his cheek with his sleeve, feels the crusted flakes rub off and sees them clinging to the fabric of his hoodie. 

Law stares at it for a long time, feels his eyes losing focus for a minute before he blinks and shakes his head. Maybe Bepo had a point in sending him home. He sighs deeply, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones. “Yep.” He says and rubs his cheek once more just to make sure he got it all. 

Stranger just gives him a nod when he shoots a questioning glance at him before he buries his hands in his jacket pockets and closes his eyes, settling deep into his seat. Law takes it as his cue to do the same. Just to rest his eyes for a little bit. He has about twenty minutes until he’s at his station and the conductor usually doesn’t check tickets this late at night. Law tells himself it's just for a few minutes. Just until his retinas stop burning. 

Then before he knows it there is a hand on his shoulder. He jerks, flailing wildly and smacking something before he gets his bearings. 

The stranger is standing next to his seat, looking down at him, hand falling to his side from where it had hung outstretched between them. “That’s your stop right?” He asks. 

Law blinks, confused. Head swirling to look outside the window to see the Tang Station sign out front. “Shit.” He manages to say, scrambling with his bag to hustle outside just in time before the doors close on him. He’s catching his breath on the platform, heart racing in his chest when he looks back at the train and sees the guy standing there still. He leans down a little to wave through the window as it sets back into motion and Law’s sleep deprived brain doesn’t manage to respond in any way before they are out of view.

[catcze]

⠀「 Wearing his clothes 」 

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Kazuha, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Kaveh (separate) x gn! reader

!! Hello !! Haven't even had a shot of tequila for the night yet but I'm already writing, look at me go !!

[ #KAZUHA ]

This guy has the absolute comfiest sweaters and hoodies!!

They're the ones that are warm and soft from use, and that you know he's cared for over the years. They're also so good because they smell like him, too! Smells like sunshine and a light breeze, if that makes sense?

Kazuha's hoodies and sweaters are practically free range for you— at this point, half of the cozy clothes in your closet have been pilfered from him!

And he always encourages you to steal from him, too!

It's a cold day out today? Here, have his hoodie. No, don't worry about returning it. Just keep it over at yours and he'll pick it up sometime. (spoiler: he does not, in fact, pick it up)

Oh, he left his sweater behind at your place while you were hanging out? It's okay, just keep it for now.

But really, he does enjoy seeing you in his clothes! Like, for one, it's you wearing his cozy clothes, so he's insanely attracted to you when he sees that. And for another, it makes him happy seeing you all cozy and bundled up, you know?

[ #WRIOTHESLEY ]

For Wrio, his leather jackets and black button ups are the premiere option to snatch from him.

His jackets are insanely comfy! His leather jackets always keep you warm, and the way it drapes over you and smells like his cologne makes it kinda feel like he's giving you a hug :(

And as for his button ups, he buys the high quality ones, you know? None of those itchy ones that chafe or anything. His button ups are so good to wear, whether you button them up and use them as an actual shirt, or just wear them as an outer layer over another shirt.

Funny thing is though, though Wriothesley doesn't really care about which of his button ups you snatch, he's very particular when it comes to his jackets.

Like, he'll let you borrow them of course, and if you're on a date and you get cold, he'll drape it on your shoulders and let you wear it while he walks you home. He even lets you steal a few right out of his closet and scurry them over to your home, pretending that he doesn't see that your bag is noticeably bigger than when you came over.

But sometimes, you'll get a call from him late at night— "Babe, is my jacket with you?" "Which one?" He then names one of the many, many jackets you've stolen. "Oh. Yeah iIthink I have that with me." "Can I come over and get it? I want to use it when I go for a drive tonight." "At this hour?"

[ #NEUVILLETTE ]

Oh, Neuvillette's coats are to die for!

They're the good ones, the designer ones. My guy doesn't shop in the discount aisle— no, he's bougie.

His coats are incredibly cozy and stylish without being too bulky or heavy. They're big, though! Neuvillette is a big, tall guy, and his coats are the same.

It's almost like drowning in an ocean of (expensive) fabric when you steal borrow his coats. But you do it so often because they're so so so warm and cozy!

You always snatch some of his coats if you can— and Neuvi never voices any complaints. He just smiles, and sometimes even makes playful jokes about you going shopping in his closet.

It's to the point that whenever the weather's cold and he comes to pick you up, he brings a spare coat just for you.

He does the thing where he puts it on you, straightens it out, fixes your collar, makes sure you look presentable and nods to himself when he deems that you are— then ends it all with a kiss placed on your nose.

"That's your rental fee for all my clothes you've scurried away," apparently.

[ #KAVEH ]

HIS SWEATERS !!! They are sooo comfy !!

Kaveh buys his sweaters oversized and the kind that gives him sweater paws— those are the ones that you always go for when given free reign of his closet.

Can you help it?! They're oversized sweaters with sweater paws! And they smell like your boyfriend! And they're incredibly comfortable !

It's especially cute when you both go out in his sweaters— both of you look so cozy and warm, wrapped up in your big sweaters, holding sweater paws.

He probably spritzes his clothes with whatever perfume or cologne catches his fancy that week, so that you smell similar to him when you go out.

And! If one of the sweaters has one of those kangaroo pouch things, you guys hold hands inside the kangaroo pouch, so your hands stay nice and warm <3

He's such a cutie about it too. Kaveh always grins sooo wide when he sees you wearing his sweaters. Makes sure to hug you lots too, because you look insanely huggable like that.

[blackreaderfics]

🎃Wildcard | Jason Todd x Reader🎃

↳ Pairing : TitansDCverse!Jason Todd x Virgin!Reader

↳ Rating : E (18+ minors dni‼️)

↳ Summary : A round of Cards Against Humanity gets a little wild during “Game Night” at Titans Tower

↳ W.C : ~3.4k

↳ A/N : welcome to spooky season. this is my first ever fic for kinktober🧡👻 idk if this is controversial buuut I love that actor’s portrayal of Jason🫣

↳ Tags + Warnings: dubcon elements, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, orgy, stripping, degradation (“slut”), coercion, alcohol consumption (beer), teabagging, bullyish!jason x shyish!reader, reader wears glasses, reader is a virgin, jason is kinda a dickhead lol, side characters (rachel, rose, gar, and conner) are there, for sake of convenience they’re all 21+

Part 2

“Oh come on,” Jason groaned exasperatedly as you set your glasses on the coffee table. “Glasses don’t fucking count!”

After a successful mission and saving the world for the hundredth time, the Titans decided to unwind in the best way they knew how: a night in with board games and beer.

As usual, Jason had tried to make the games a little bit more exciting by adding a “fun twist”. Jenga became a drinking game; drink if you make the tower fall. Uno had become “draw or dare”, you could choose to draw four cards or get off scot-free by doing a dare. 

The “grownups” of the team—Dick, Kory, Hank, and Dawn— had excused themselves to do “grownup things” leaving you and the remaining group of young adults in the living room. Currently, you were now in the middle of another particularly heated game of Cards Against Humanity, the interesting twist being the person with the best card could choose for someone to strip an article of clothing.

Jason had been targeting you the whole night; teasing you for the baggy clothes you always wore. Purposely, just to annoy him, you’d only taken off your accessories and your zip-up hoodie.

Admittedly the clothes you wore didn’t really fit you right. You’d opted to wear oversized sweaters over fitted shirts, and unflattering pants over a more hip-hugging and slimming fit. Before you became a Titan, you were shyer than you were now. It had only been recently when you started to come out of your shell and get closer to your teammates. 

“Be for real. Glasses do so count!” You retorted. You had all but discarded your outer layers and were now left in pants and a tank top. You could take up a few turns with your socks and shoes if you needed to.

“Why do you guys wear so many layers?” Gar piped up. All he had on were his boxers and a single sock. Conner, who was sitting next to him, was equally fucked, only, with no socks as a buffer.

“Because we play idiotic games like this,” Rachel remarked dryly while drawing an extra card from the pile.

You and Rachel were the only ones currently safe from any unnecessary exposure. Rachel did wear a lot of layers, and despite having lost multiple rounds, still looked very much clothed. Rose sat far off on the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal looking on with about as much judgment as a girl with one working eye could. 

“You know, offer still stands. You can still join us, Rose,” Jason addressed the grey-haired, eye-patch-wearing girl without looking up from the cards in his hands.

“Hard pass. I’d rather watch you losers get destroyed.” She then unceremoniously returned to munching on her cornflakes.

Your gaze settled on Jason who’d shed his leather jacket and still remained in a plain black tee and jeans. He was unfairly attractive in the most basic of clothes. And though you hated his playground jibes and dirty humor, you couldn’t help but develop a little bit of a crush on the messy-haired boy. When his eyes caught yours, you could see the wheels in his brain practically turning as his smirk grew wider.

“How about…” He started slowly, “Boys versus girls. If you guys win, then we’ll get naked. If we win, you guys get naked.”

Of course he would suggest that, you thought to yourself glumly. The thought of showing your naked body to your crush didn’t excite you, it only made you more nervous.

“You’re just saying that ‘cuz you’re losing,” you said, masking your anxiety with a chug of your beer, “Conner’s literally only got his underwear left.” 

Conner, hearing his name, suddenly perked up. “For the record, I have x-ray vision. I can already see everything anywa—” Gar nudged him in the ribs to keep him from talking.

Jason shook his head. “It’s no fun if we already know who’s gonna win. Let’s vote on it then. Who here agrees to a wildcard match?” He raised his hand, and predictably the two other boys followed suit. “And who wants to play the way we’ve been playing; the boring virgin Y/N way?” He taunted cheekily.

You felt your cheeks warm again. He was never letting you live down the fact that you had confessed you were still a virgin during a past game of “Never Have I Ever”. You raised your hand and looked around for support. “Rachel,” you hissed desperately when you found she had not raised her hand. 

“Seriously? They suck at this game. It’s not like they’re gonna suddenly win out of nowhere," Rachel whispered back.

“In that case, I’ll play too,” Rose hopped off the counter and plopped on the couch next to you. 

“So nice of you to finally join us,” Jason crooned. “I’ll let you do the honors.” He passed her the deck he’d been shuffling for her to deal and sat back. 

After Rose had dealt all the cards, you looked at your hand. The deck you were playing with was a custom-made deck that Dick had ordered to round out the Tower’s impressive board game collection.

As a collective, you all pooled in ideas resulting in a deck of cards ranging from the peculiar to the mundane; from “taking shots off Nightwing’s ass”; to “Batman’s Worst Nightmare”; to names of each of your superhero aliases including all of the Justice League. For some reason, however, all the cards in your current hand were names.

“Make me laugh,” Rose ordered primly as she set down her card and folded her arms in expectation. It read: 

“If I could fuck anyone right now, I would fuck ______”

“Damn,” Rachel sounded impressed, “that’s certainly one way to start a round.”

Gar immediately threw his card down, followed by Rachel, then Jason. Only Conner and you were left.

“Time’s ticking Y/N,” Jason tapped a nonexistent watch on his wrist. Usually you would fire a comeback at him, but this time you could only frown as you chose your safest option and slid it tentatively over to the pile in the middle. 

“Time’s up, Conner,” Rose said as she gathered the cards. He passed it over face down, obviously not very happy about his choice. 

“Okay, we have a ‘Wonder Woman’,  a ‘Poison Ivy’….” She glanced around the room to see if anyone would give themselves away. “A ‘Robin’—wait...” She barked out a laugh. “I can’t not address this. I pick this one. Who fucking put down Robin?”

The room erupted into fits of laughter rivaling a high school classroom as they watched you sigh and bashfully raise your hand. 

“Oh, would you now?” Jason raised a curious eyebrow at you. 

“I-in my defense, there’s more than one Robin,” you sputtered pitifully before he could tease you further. You watched him stand up and begin to raise his shirt, giving you an eyeful of v-line and toned midriff. “W-what are you doing! I didn’t pick you!” 

Despite being only in a tank top, you felt yourself getting hot. Gar and Conner had equally toned bodies, but they weren’t affecting you the way Jason had been. Just to spite you, he kept his eyes on yours as he raised his shirt as suggestively as possible, bringing it up over his head and tossing it in a pile on his leather jacket.

“Just giving the person who wants to ‘fuck me right now’ a little preview.” He said, smile smug like he was doing charity for letting you see his 6-pack. 

Yea, real fucking Mother Theresa.

“Well, too bad I can barely see it.” You waved a hand in front of your face, “No glasses remember?”

“Come sit on my lap, mama, I’ll give you a closer look.” Jason plopped back on the sofa, abs flexing as he reclined with his legs spread wide, inviting you to sit with a pat on his thigh and a wicked smirk to match.

“Ugh, gross,” Rose made a face but appeared to be humored by Jason’s antics. 

“Anyway,” you interrupted desperately trying to change the subject. “Since I won, technically that means the girls won too. Rules are rules.” 

You had barely even finished your sentence when the boys immediately moved to take off their clothes. Your mouth went dry as they sat nonchalantly before you now, cocks resting against their stomachs.

In any other situation, you’d probably find this extremely inappropriate. They were your teammates. Sure, you lived together and had walked in on the occasional member changing or just getting out of the shower, but you were a bit buzzed off of the booze already, and this was different— you couldn’t help but stare.

“So uh…what now?” Gar’s nervous laugh broke the silence and everyone turned towards him; he blushed under the newfound attention.

“New game?” Conner suggested. He appeared to be just as clueless as Gar but with less of the blushing.

Rose looked over at you and Rachel for guidance, but seeing as neither of you knew how to react, the grey-haired girl merely shrugged back at the boys. “I’m down.”

“Ok, new game,” Jason agreed. “If you can make all of us cum in 10 minutes then the girls can get TV remote control privileges for the rest of the year.”

“All of you including Conner?” You asked brow raised, “He’s a super, that’s not fair.”

“What? It’s not like he has ‘super cum control’ too.”

“Actually, yea I—”

“Don’t answer that,” Jason cut in, annoyed. “Ok fine, I’ll give a handicap. If you can make one of us cum in 5 minutes untouched then the TV’s all yours.”

“Do you think we’re stupid, Todd?” Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. 

“Well…” He paused and tapped a finger to his chin to consider Rachel’s rhetorical question, flinching playfully when she raised her fist to jab in his direction. “Ok ok, but 5 minutes is a long time!”

“I meant the untouched part.”

“Your handicap is you can’t touch us, and our handicap is Logan.” He jabbed a thumb to gesture at Gar who looked like he was meditating to calm himself down. “He’ll probably reach the big ‘O’ before he reaches nirvana.”

“Deal, but if it’s gonna be like that then let’s raise the stakes a little.” Rose countered. “Not just remote control privileges. We get control privileges. Over you guys. If we win, you have to do whatever we say for the rest of the year.”

Jason fished his phone out from the pocket of his jacket and set the timer for 5 minutes. “And if we win, the same for us too.” He started the timer and sat back.

You, Rachel, and Rose made a beeline for Gar, who’d still had his eyes squeezed closed in the middle of the sofa.

“Fuckin’ hell, I should’ve known you’d try ‘n cheat,” Jason grumbled and stopped the timer. “No double or triple-teaming. One to one only and I get to choose the pairs.”

“And why should you be the one to choose that?” You turned toward him, trying (and failing) not to look at his dick. It was long and thick, with a slight curve and a pretty pink color at the tip.

“‘Cuz you wanna fuck me so bad,” he simpered, an impish grin playing on his lips.

“Oh god,” You rolled your eyes.

“Let him choose,” Rose challenged unfazed at Jason’s constant goalpost moving. “Whatever strategy he thinks he has isn’t gonna work.”

Jason ignored her and carried on with making the pairs. “Rachel and Conner, Rose and Gar.” He pointed directly at you, “You and me.”

Upon his directions, the three of you moved to stand in front of your now-designated partners. Finally satisfied, Jason set the timer again and pressed start. Almost immediately Rachel and Rose set to work on their mission, stripping their clothes down to their underwear. You tentatively followed suit, shimmying out of your jeans and kicking them aside. Jason eyed you, fully reclined in his seat with his hands comfortably behind his head. 

“Well, this is gonna be easier than I thought,” He yawned, looking as nonchalant as ever. 

“I doubt your porn-addled brain has ever seen a real woman before, Jason.” The taunts you directed at him should’ve sounded more confident, but instead were dulled by your nervous fidgeting at the hem of your shirt. 

This was the first time you’d ever been half-naked in front of a boy. And not just any boy, but a boy you liked. But the way he always seemed to tease you and make sexually insensitive jokes at your expense made you anxious. It wasn’t overt bullying, but the little comments he would sneak here and there were beginning to eat at you. If you showed him any more of your body, would he make fun of you even more?

“Trust me, I’ve seen plenty,” He assured, “But how ‘bout you jog my memory and demonstrate?” His gaze moved down your chest and back up to your eyes, daring you to take it off. 

You fidgeted again under his stare, feeling a sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. It was a mix of anxiety, embarrassment, and something else you could quite place. When you glanced over to the other pairs, Rachel had already taken her top off and Rose was in the middle of a strip tease. 

“Four minutes,” Jason announced, with a bored expression. 

Feeling a sense of urgency, you pulled off your tank top, exposing your lacy bra. When his dick twitched, both your eyes shifted to the hardening situation in his lap. You could see him fighting the urge to touch himself now, and that gave you a burst of confidence. 

Rachel and Rose were now in between Gar and Conner’s legs, not touching them, but teasing them by blowing hot air on their cocks. You followed suit, with only three minutes left you had to do something. After all, forfeiting your will to the whims of three boys with raging hormones didn’t seem like a fun idea, especially since you knew how playfully vindictive they could get. They’d probably try and make you human furniture or whatever other sick and twisted thing they could think of. You shuddered at the thought of the kind of torture they could come up with.

You sank to your knees and sat between Jason’s legs. You watched him involuntarily swallow and sit up straighter, pulling his hands down from his head to steady himself and clutch at the couch cushion beneath him. 

“Three minutes,” Jason glanced at his phone, but he wasn’t as confident as he was before. If anything, he seemed much more distracted by your presence at his feet.

Satisfied with his change in demeanor, you only smiled at him, fluttering your lashes at him as you brought your mouth closer to his balls. You opened your mouth and exhaled softly.

He hastily brought a hand to his cock—beads of precum already spilling from its tip—and made minute motions with the pad of his thumb to calm himself down. His chest raised with shallow breaths as he looked down at you now, eyes heavily lidded with lust and wanting. 

“Fuck it—” He hissed and without warning, reached his other hand around the back of your head, pushing your nose into his balls as he began to jerk off. Your eyes widened, taken by surprise at his sudden actions.

From where you were kneeling you could already see Rachel and Rose giving their partners full-on blowjobs, completely forgetting the game they had agreed to earlier. The sensation in your stomach moved down to your clothed sex, and you could feel a tingling sensation as he rubbed your face obscenely against his balls, moaning with need.

“Open your mouth —oh fuck— please.” His voice sounded strangled as he held you at the base of his cock, masturbating desperately to chase his release.

You obliged his request, opening up and taking his balls into your mouth, looking up at him as you felt his grip on the nape of your neck tighten. He was clearly getting off from the sight of you beneath him, massaging thoroughly with the flat of your tongue. He brought your head back and, with his other hand, held his cock by the base. 

He groaned again when he saw your lips now glossy with spit. “Open f’me again, baby?” he asked despite the fact that the tip of his cock was already being pressed to your lips. Your cheeks warmed as he let out a moaning “fuuuck” when you opened your mouth again to allow him inside. He pushed your head down deeper to take all of him in, and your eyes began to water as the tip of his cock grazed the back of your throat. 

“You don’t know how fucking pretty you look with my cock in your mouth, Y/N,” he murmured, releasing the pressure off your head for you to catch your breath. He let out a short laugh as if your gasping for air was funny to him.

“Had no idea you were such a fucking slut under all those clothes. How’re you a virgin when you’re takin’ my cock this good, hm?” His voice was gentle and soft but borderline condescending as he spoke. 

Jason brushed away a tear from your eye and leaned over to bring you into an open-mouthed and sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. A string of saliva connected at both of your lips when you separated. 

“Gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. Keep it open,” He instructed. Within seconds he was guiding your head back on his cock, bucking up into your mouth and against your throat. You made a garbled sound, which only seemed to make him thrust harder. 

“Oh fu— that’s so fuckin’ good, baby keep doin’ that,” he moaned, though you weren’t doing much except letting your head loll up and down like a brainless doll with the support of his hand at the back of your neck. 

The living room was now filled with the pleasured moans of the three boys and the gagging ‘gluck gluck’ sounds of the three girls as each of them fucked into your mouths, getting off on the lewdly slick sounds of their cocks pistoning in and out in a relentless rhythm. Your mouths became just another hole for them to fuck.

“Shit—” His hips stuttered; he was close. He brought both hands to your head pushing it down so your nose pressed against his base. “You know how to swallow right, baby?” He grunted. 

You couldn’t respond with words readily—your nose was plugged and his cock clogged your windpipe— instead, your throat closed over his tip, as if a Pavlovian response to his question. He groaned and not shortly after, you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. 

When his softening cock finally left your mouth, you swallowed his sticky release as best as you could with your punished throat. He swiped some of the cum the had dribbled down your lips with his thumb and pushed it past your lips, making you suck it. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said breathlessly as he watched you suck his thumb, mesmerized by the way your eyes locked on him. A loud moan from Gar interrupted, making both you and Jason tear your eyes off each other. The green-haired boy was currently stroking his cum onto Rose’s waiting tongue. About a minute later, Conner came too. 

It was only then that you realized that Jason had come the fastest; faster than the “handicap” he’d claimed Gar to be.

“So…I’m guessing that means we won?” Rachel had already started pulling her clothes back on. Since she started dressing, everyone else mundanely followed suit. 

Jason tugged his jeans back on, “Sure. Fine. Whatever, we’re all yours for the next three months,” he sounded less than enthused but still took the time to find your discarded tank top and jeans and toss them over to you as well.

Rose threw her shirt back on and adjusted her eyepatch. “Girls, what are we thinking? Anything we want our new servants to do for us?”

“Hmm…” You tapped your chin in mock thought, giving Jason a sly look that could give one of his own cheeky smirks a run for its money. “Oh, I‘ve got a few ideas.”

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[weaper-reaper]

More König fluff and smut

I do apologize that I’ve been away for literally 5ever… sorry for all the fics I’ve abandoned there is a slight chance they still will be released. Until then, thank you always for the support. Here’s a treat for staying loyal and still RBlogging eventuality <3

CW: Fluff, Smut, Fingering, Creamies, KINDA SAFE SEX (literally unheard of), uhh this is KönigxYou btw, apparently ive been tagging my stuff wrong by writing xreader so forgive me ig, I’ve been craving intimacy and fluff irl so here you go, not proofed

Bzzzt… Bzzzt… Bzzzt

Your phone rattled the nightstand, clattering together the jewelry and pens that were haphazardly littered atop the smooth wood. With an annoyed grunt you twisted over to yank it from the cord it was plugged into. The bright screen made your eyes squint in through the darkness, text blurred- you answered it before knowing who was on the other side.

“Hey, uh.. hi.”

“König?” You asked out, the scratchy voice haunting and all too familiar.

There was an awkward staticky laugh through the speaker, and you sat up as your consciousness came rushing back.

“Yeah. Sorry it’s so late.” He apologized, and you pulled the phone from your ear to glance at the time. Just past midnight. “I just got back.”

His demeanor seemed to brighten as you put the cool glass back to your cheek. “Welcome back.”

“Listen.. I'm outside.”

Your heart stuttered, and you glanced to the window of your little studio, the moon sent streaks over the lonely little place you called home and a light rap sounded from the front door.

“Sorry I didn’t text,” He continued, voice stretched thin from exhaustion or travel. “I have something fo- actually, can you come to the door?”

You whipped your head around the room and your eyes landed on your bathrobe cast out lazily across the back of your chair. You snatched it up before responding.

“Yeah, yeah uhm.. hold on.”

“Okay.” He breathed, a hint of a smile on the end of his voice.

Throwing on the robe you rounded the corner from your bedroom, bare feet slapping against the tile on the floor. Without even bothering to peek through the looking hole, you unchained and unlocked the door, swinging it open wide.

König stood taller then you remembered, cast in shadows from the light in the hall. The dark seemed to loom just around him, hovering but an inch above his clothes. You met his cool gaze first, his eyes crinkled and he smiled under his hoodie.

He let the phone at the side of his face fall, and you pulled yours away then too.

“Hello.” He greeted. Smiley and with much more energy than you could’ve mustered this late at night.

“Hi.” You breathed back.

It had only been a few weeks since you last talked, but with him here at your door now- a strange look in his eye- it made it feel like months. The way he had left things made a bitter feeling resonate through your chest and your eyes quickly cast to anything but him. You cleared your throat and stepped to the side, inviting him in.

He had his bags with him, one sandy duffle bag and another giant backpack. You eyed them curiously as he dropped them, quickly answering before you could find the words to ask.

“Mission went a lot smoother than we thought, and my stuff is still in storage.. so.” He shrugged his outer jacket off and drops of water rolled down the nylon.

“It’s raining?” You asked, turning for the kitchen eyes cast over to the window again. Sure enough droplets you hadn’t noticed before stuck thick to the glass pane. “Some tea?” You offered, already putting the kettle on.

“Thank you.” He nodded, finding a spot against the cold counter to lean on.

He cleared his throat as you turned back to him, hands ruffling around in his pockets. He pulled a thin orange envelope from one of his cargo pockets and handed it flat out. You took it gingerly, suddenly too aware of the lack of clothing you sported. You tightened the robe before peeling open the packaging and pulling out the contents.

They were photos, mostly black and white, and definitely weathered. Some water spots bled around the corners making the ink smear and stick. You flipped through them excitedly.

“Oh!” You cooed, they were mostly photos of tall cliff sides, overgrown fields, the occasional tree or strange looking rock formation. You peeled apart one of them, it was a selfie- or an attempt at one. König stood infront of a lake, a few naked men stood behind him, one bent over and mooned the photo.

You laughed and glanced back over at König, a sweet smile was plastered over his face. You caught his eyes and a moment passed discreetly between you.

You had been so caught up in your own head since he left, the lack of communication drawing your feelings further and further from your own chest and you had worried he’d thought your relationship too difficult to handle while he was away. It’s not like he hadn’t been away before, but something made him seem even more distant now. He hadn't said goodbye to you this last time, just vanished. After a week you accepted the possibility of him ghosting you. But now, as his dark figure stuck out against the bright decor of your tiny kitchen, those feelings came flooding back.

The kettle squealed before you could finish your thoughts. Clearing your throat you gently set the pack of photos down onto the counter and poured out the dark liquid into two deep mugs. You handed him his, and his fingers brushed yours as he took it.

You could feel your chest heat up under the thick robe.

“Let me go change.” You whispered, breaking the silence. He set his mug down in response, and followed you to your room.

You glanced back over your shoulder at him as you passed through your doorway and blew a laugh down your nose, “Miss me that much, huh?” You joked that hidden hope, reaching for an old overnight shirt.

His arm stretched over yours suddenly grabbing the fabric with his chest at your back. He had moved so quickly you didn’t even have the chance to hear him take a step.

“I did.” He whispered softly, breath warm as it fanned over the cold shell of your ear.

You could swear your heart stopped, but then his lips were on yours in a flurry. He spun you and your robe had come undone with the movement, back now flush against the closet door. It’s hinges rattled as he all but threw you against it.

His lips were soft, and your heart raced.

It was the wetness then at your cheeks that stilled him. Slowly he peeled off of you and a hand rose to cup your jaw.

“Wh-why are you crying?”

You hadn’t noticed you were until he said something, but as your eyes met again a sob pulled from your lungs. He wasted no time in wrapping you up into his arms, pulling the two of you back onto the still warmth of your bed. You curled into him as your breathing slowed.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, raising the back of your palm to the corner of your eyes. “I just..” you started, quickly realizing it took so much energy to straighten out your thoughts.

“You left so suddenly, without saying anything.”

His brows grew tight, and his eyes cast downward heavily. “I know, I’m sorry.” Even he seemed choked back a bit.

“We weren’t allowed to tell anyone.” He continued, pulling you closer until you were practically laying on his chest. “I should’ve-“

“No it’s okay,” you interrupted, finding your voice again and apologizing, planting a palm on his chest. “It’s on me, I should’ve assumed I know your job is stressful I just..”

You drew your eyes up to his and let them cast over every feature of his face.

“I just missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Significantly more gently this time, he craned his neck down to meet your lips. The kiss was sweeter, softer and something unspoken drew under the both of you, sweeping the two of you up into your own perfect world. Slowly he twisted, and let a hand drag down your neck through the center of your chest before settling on your hip. The rough calluses on his fingertips drew shapes over your soft skin and you couldn’t help but fall victim to the shiver that raked through your body.

There was a tug at the corner of his lips as he smirked, pleased with your reactions. He whispered lowly again, voice thick and laid with his heavy accent. “Can I touch you?”

You nodded, afraid of the noises you’d make if you opened your mouth.

With a grace a giant like him should never possess, he dipped his hand under the part in your robe and cupped at your core. A thick finger slid down your part, and then back up blossoming you open with ease. The pad of his middle finger brushed against the hood of your clit and he swallowed the gasp that pulled its way out of your lungs.

You pulled from his lips as he prodded your opening with two fingers, the tips circled your entrance and involuntarily your hips buckled upwards.

“There you go,” He sighed, slipping further and further until his knuckles were pressed up as far as they would go. You felt yourself clench around as he pulled out, willing them to stay.

He slid them in again, and curled them deliciously to drag down your walls with each tug. Your voice betrayed you and a groan escaped, he mimicked your noises, his own breath growing ragged and heavy. His hand worked away at your cunt, and his quickly growing hardness became evident at your side. He was rutting against you in time with his fingers.

You mewled into his lips and slid the arm draped around his neck down his front until your palm coaxed up the forceful protrusion against his zipper. His pace stuttered and your confidence grew with each breathy moan he released.

Delicately, he pulled his fingers from your heat and quickly tugged away at the fastening of his pants, a dark spot crowned his bulge when you looked down. With a new heat at his cheeks and ears, he replaced your hand for you atop his boxers and you immediately squeezed. A moan choked up in his throat and he buried his face into you neck and chest, littering the crevice with sloppy kisses.

Perhaps a little prematurely, you slipped that hand into his pants and against the heat of his skin, pulling his member out and taught between you. He hesitated a moment before returning a thumb to your clit.

He rose again after a moment to smother you into another heavy make out session before rolling over above you. His thick cock weaped against your hip, and an insane amount of pre pooled over the creases of your skin. The air seemed hot and unbearable as you shifted out of your robe completely. Pulling away for a moment, König also shimmied out of his clothes and returned to you in a flash, sticky bodies melting back into eachother.

Be it because of the well prepped lubrication, or simply because the stars were all in alignment, when he returned slotted perfectly against you, the tip of his cock nudged directly into the ring of your pussy.

You both stilled and he let out a pained sounding grunt.

“Fuck..” you paused. “Uhm, are you okay?” You blabbered out lamely.

“Yeah.” He responded almost instantly, a hesitant kind of shame hung over him. “It’s just, It’s been a long time. I don’t know if..”

“It’s okay,” you took over quickly, pulling your knees up and opening your legs enough to where he slid in just that much more.

“Schhhheisse..” he drawled out, “you’re too warm.”

You huffed a short laugh and reached down to circle at your own clit, letting your body adjust to the stretch of him. Tingles rushed through your body and your mind quickly became fuzzy. With a deep breath he let his fingers replace yours and he pulled away to push back in deeper than before.

Letting your head fall back, you let him work himself into you. Pulling his hips away before using his weight to shove it all back into you again, König built up a steady rhythm and your mind and body grew hot.

His arms slipped under your back, and he pulled you closer to him, each wet smack echoing through the empty room. The walls of your insides burned, and that familiar tightness below your belly made itself known.

“Ahh, ah.. fuck.” You whined, completely caged beneath him. “I can’t.. I think I’m close.” You stumbled out, clawing at the backs of his massive arms.

“I know.” He grunted, “Got-damn you’re getting so tight.”

Part of you wanted to apologize for his struggle, but a bigger part of you wanted to clench up your core tighter. The latter won and soon König thrusts grew shorter and sloppier. His moans equalling his unsteadiness. You pushed your hips up to meet him, grinding down your front to his pelvis, begging for more friction.

The head of him slammed suddenly against your cervix as he pulled your legs up, latching purchase behind your knees to effectively bend you in half. You shouted in surprise at the new angle, everything quickly becoming too much.

“Where can I-?” He began and you answered before he finished.

“Inside!” You shouted, then cried as his thrusts became rougher- more demanding. “Inside, I.. IUD. It’s safe.”

You couldn’t help but grind your hips up into him, a desperate attempt to hurry your aching clit along. His lips found yours again in a frenzied haze, and you came undone almost instantly. Your core pulsed and you cried out from under him as the waves shook through every inch of your body.

König followed with two more strong thrusts, his hips stuttering and locked within your tightness. You could feel the warmth flow up deep inside of you, and he practically collapsed above you, completely spent.

You both laid a moment together, and his sweet cadence finally broke the silence after your pussy stopped its throbbing. He attempted to pull out, but your cunt gripped him completely.

“Relax.” He almost chuckled. Embarrassment flushed your face as he dragged a soothing hand down your sides, pulling away with a hiss.

“Sorry..” you mumbled.

He cast his eyes back up to you in a flash, and smirked. “Don’t be.”

“Just give me ten, okay?”

You rolled away to cover your face, giggling.

[yellowjacketsfashion]

Hey, do you know if any of the yellowjackets (adult and teen) wears cozy jackets/coat or windbreakers?

I already know about the Misty one, this L.L bean windbteaker is one of my most prized posessions ;)

I think a lot of the characters have jackets that look comfy but I don’t really know for sure as I’ve never worn nor felt most of them. I have a few of the hoodies and a coat though so I figured I’d review those for you in case you find that helpful!

Lottie’s I Love H81 faux fur coat:

This coat is the warmest of all the Yellowjackets outerwear I have and would be good if you live in a colder climate. It doesn’t have a ton of stretch so it does have the potential to limit some of your mobility (if you have experience wearing a leather jacket you might use that as a frame of reference but it’s not that extreme). The fur isn’t super soft but it’s not bad, though if you don’t like the feeling of hair on your neck this would probably irritate you if you wore it for a long period of time.

Natalie’s "UO Yogi Fleece Cropped Zip-Up Hoodie Sweatshirt”:

I love this hoodie. I think it’s so soft and comfortable plus it’s pretty thick too so it’s nice and warm. It’s great to just throw on and has a loose fit. Natalie wears a grey hoodie but it comes in lots of different colors so theres lots of options if you’re not a fan of the grey. The fact that it’s cropped though might be a deal breaker for some but I’m short so it fits me fine (if you don’t like wearing cropped clothes I wouldn’t recommend this because it is pretty cropped).

Lottie’s American Eagle "Women's Oversized Button-Up Shacket”:

This is a nice hoodie that is pretty soft and comfortable. It’s not as thick as Natalie’s hoodie but it’s not too light. It is longer in length so it’s a good option for those who like things that aren’t cropped plus it’s pretty big so it has a lot of room (I actually got one a size smaller so that it would fit better under the fur coat Lottie has). I think it would be especially nice to wear in the spring and fall.

The Yellowjackets’s Holloway "Argon Hoodie":

I think this is a pretty standard hoodie. It also isn’t cropped so it’s nice for those who like a longer jacket. It feels like every other polyester sports hoodie I’ve felt before (slightly itchy) but the inside is pretty soft which I think is really nice. It was hard for me to find one so I ended up with a kids XL but it fits me fine (I generally wear a women’s S/M top for reference).

Misty’s “Uniqlo Windproof Outer Fleece Jacket”:

While I don’t have this one, one of the listings I saw of it on Poshmark specifically said it was “cute, soft, and cozy.” If you take that statement at face value it seems it might fit the criteria of what you’re looking for.

I do have a couple of the flannels and some of the close match jackets if you want me to review those too but I didn’t know if they counted so I didn’t include them in the post. Just let me know if you’re interested though and I’ll review them as well.

If anyone else has any of the other Yellowjackets coats, jackets, or windbreakers feel free to share your experience and/or suggestions!

[the-fabled-void]

Heyo! I'm trying to find a roleplay partner, specifically for Undertale/Undertale AUs

About Me:

I'm a literate roleplayer, but I'm quite adaptable.

I can go from semi-lit (to me, that's 3 paragraphs) up to 25+ paragraphs, depending on what the other person gives me to work with. 

I've been in the fandom for 7+ years, it's basically my home. 

Platform Preference: I prefer to roleplay on Discord, you can just DM me your username if you want, or ask for mine. 

My Roleplay Rules:

1. Content: Absolutely no incest or pedophilia, no overly detailed gore, no r*pe, and no NSFW 

2. Length: As I said, I'm quite adaptable, I understand if you don't want to write novels, but please try to give me something to work with. 

3. Character Control: Please don't control my character. It's fine to describe possible reactions, pleass, let me decide what my character actually does. There are times when you get ideas that have to include my character doing something specific first, but in that case, at least ask me about it. 

4. Genres: I stick with General/Casual and Romance and adventure. Angst is also great, but it can get exhausting if it's the only thing there. 

5. Characters: 

Here are the characters I'm currently more comfortable with playing

- Fell Sans (Underfell)

- Chara (Undertale)

- Swap Sans/Blue (Underswap)

- SS!Chara (OG!Storyshift) - Green hoodie

- SS!Chara (Storyshift Reboot) - Red jacket

- Cross Sans (XTale)

- Fell Flowey + Asriel (Underfell)

- Fell Papyrus (Underfell)

- Outer Sans (Outertale)

- Geno Sans (Aftertale)

- Dust/Murder Sans (Dusttale) 

I might be able to play more characters than those listed, but I usually stick to Sans, Papyrus, Chara, and Asriel. If you're unsure about a character, just ask! 

I can also handle a few other characters if they appear in a scene. 

As for AU's, I stick to sort of well-known ones. As a baseline: you know those inaccurate asf "Sans AU Themes" you'd find on YouTube around 2018? If the AU is in one of those, I could be able to roleplay it. 

I usually play character x character and OC x OC pairings, but I'm not a big fan of mixing them. That said, all AUs are technically OCs in their own way, so I can make exceptions.

Side Note for Chara:

I will not play a Chara from an AU that heavily relies on them being evil. Thank you for understanding!

Final Note:

Please do not misgender the human characters. Frisk, Chara, and Kris all use they/them pronouns. I won't be discussing any alternatives (unless it's neopronouns, those are cool!) 

Thank you for reading, I hope to find someone soon!

[imminent-danger-came]

i've only ever dipped my toes into lmk, can you give me a light summary on the significance of blue in mk's new character design?

So in lmk, characters are often associated with a color. You have purple for Macaque, pink for Ne Zha and Pigsy, green for Mei, red for Red Son (lol), blue for LBD, yellow/gold for SWK, MK, and Tang, the list goes on—a characters "color" is important to how they're portrayed!

For example, in the episode 1x09 "Macaque", we see MK's color change from yellow to purple, which visually (and I'd say impactfully) shows the effect Macaque's mentoring has on him:

We also see color changes denote significant effects for other characters!

Take Wukong's possession as for example. Wukong goes from his normal, warm/yellow color palette to a cold blue:

His eyes, outfit, and abilities all change color, showing the Lady Bone Demon's complete control over Wukong.

This same color shift is seen in Mei, with her colors going from Green, to Red, then back to Green, with the final change cementing her progress and control over the Samadhi Fire:

All that to say a characters main color is important, and changing the color is a big deal for the character and for the narrative.

So what's the deal with MK and teal?

Teal/blue are a colors often associated with the Lady Bone Demon and the Underworld:

MK's color palette has incorporated more and more teal across the seasons (as can be seen here!). That on it's own wouldn't be enough, but this along with the fact that he fought a shadow/teal version of himself, he seems to have some association with the curse/underworld, AND we see a little smudge of teal in the top right corner of his golden power in 4x08:

All of it points to a scary color palette shift for MK!

(Of course Wukong has teal in his design as well, but it's the fact that the teal in MK's design keeps increasing, even overtaking the yellow, like it does in the 5th anniversary lego set.)

I also don't know if this is significant in the slightest, but I'll always think about Mei burning away MK's outer yellow jacket to reveal the teal hoodies underneath:

The way he's able to directly withstand the samadhi fire feels like it means something, so I'm noting it down here!

Well see if this is relevant anywhere, lol

[morninkim]

the gang's all here!!

now we're just missing team rocket 👀

inspired by kianamai's redesigns!!

design notes and lil musings under the cut!

Ash takes a lot from Pokespe in terms of his proportions (at least how the early chapters look in my head) and some cues from the newer movie designs bc i LOVE those, especially the one from Power of Us. So ya I also wanted to give him a big poofy jacket bc of i remember seeing an interpretation of Red's original sprite as a big jacket as well and i think it suits Ash a lot. The style was kinda early One Piece inspired at first, so there's just a big of Luffy in Ash's design, but I think it ended up more Digimon Adventure in the end lmaoo. The nose bandaid's to just elevate that rookie protagonist feel a lil bit + I spent way too long figuring out a new hat symbol lmaoo. He's also 11 in this world to match Red's age in RBY.

Pikachu I just wanted to draw him like Red's Pikachu in Special and give him the lighter coloured tummy from early artwork.

Misty's the biggest departure obvs but I knew I wanted to give her a crop hoodie and take inspo from Kiana Khansmith's Misty and give her the wetsuit as an undersuit. Then the chunky shoes were carried over from Ash with big scrumpled socks bc I thought it made her look a lil more unkempt. The whole goal was the make her more scrappy looking and focus in on the whole "Tomyboyish Mermaid" thing from the games. Also combined her RBY hair with her GSC do by making it a half-up ponytail that I think is very cute. OH and her shoes are Cerulean Gym branded, bc I imagine in this world there's merch for each Gym that the leader wear, so the wet suit and hoodie would be branded too. The hoodie's just cropped above the logo and the wet suit's logo's covered by clothes. She's about 12, so a lil older than Ash and does not let him forget it.

For Psyduck, I wanted to make him a lil fluffier and ugly-duckling + incorporate the three lil sprout hairs he's got a lil more to suit the style. He also has a neck now, you just can't see it super well here. He's just a fluffy lil duck who hurt a lot. Poor lil guy :((

Brock was pretty straight forward, I kinda wanted to reference his Sygna Suit from Masters with pants and a tank top, but made the pants into cargo pants that can be unzipped into shorts (he's thinks its the coolest thing in the world. He wears hiking boots to go over rougher terrain as a Rock-type Leader and hunt for fossils bc I like that aspect of his game characterization so I carried it over here, and he wears an armband with Pewter Gym branding. His tiny lil facial hairs are all he can grow at the moment bc he's still like 15 as usual, but he thinks it makes him look ~Older, Maturer & More Sophisticated~ so refuses to shave it.

I wanted to incorporate a lil more Geode Dude into Geodude so I changed his colours a bit and added parts where the outer layers of the rock have kinda chipped away in battles to reveal the crystal underneath + added the eyebrows from Alolan Geodude. I imagine it's like, the more outer layer gets chipped away from a Geodude, the closer they get to evolution. I do not at all know what this world's Graveller or Golem would look like but I think I'd canonise the theory of Machoke and Graveller taking aspects of the other when traded and make them kinda like Karrablast and Shelmet in a way.

Broad plot strokes are just these guys would exist in a version of the indigo league w an expanded kanto dex to include all related mons + variants, so stuff like Electivire and Annihilape and Alolan Exeggcutor would exist in there without much fanfare of ~Woahhhh Newly Discovered Pokemon~. Regional variants would be found on the Sevii Islands. Maybe there'd be small type changes too idk. Like pure Rock Geodude that gain Ground on evolution bc Gravel-ler. idk who knows I'm just spitballin. Essentially just a lil more closely following the Game's story, I guess. Less wacky loose adaptation stuff from Indigo League. Not bc I don't like that stuff, just bc it's not what I'd do.

I figure like, there'd be an interlude short arc that takes place in the Sevii Islands just after the Vermillion Gym where Ash would catch a Galarian Farfetch'd and all forms of Paldean Tauros instead of like, 100 Kantonian Tauros, and be introduced to Legendary Pokemon through a quest to track down the Galarian Legendary birds (then find out others can be found back in Kanto). Naturally he'd use the PC system (maybe adapted as some kind of daycare or something, or maybe just a teleporter to Oak's lab like the main anime) and have a couple more than 6 team members to rotate out as needed. Also. Mega Evolution would be a factor bc I think it'd be cool, so Ash gets to Mega Evolve Charizard into Mega Charizard Y.

OH also just for funsies, I'd split the starters across the trio, so Ash gets Charmander, Misty gets Squirtle and Brock gets Bulbasaur.

Basically Ash would end up with more or less the same team from the original series, but with added Annihilape, Sirfetch'd, Paldean Tauros and Mega Charizard Y. I also think I'd add Dragonite from Journeys and make his Gengar the Haunter he befriended that would follow him in secret after helping him beat Sabrina and evolve in the Cinnabar Mansion + officially join his team there.

Squirtle would evolve into Wartortle with Misty and Bulbasaur would stay in the same stage with Brock like Ash's.

I'll come up with and probably draw everyone's main teams at some point later but. ya. that's my piece!

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 20, nothing like the rain when you’re in outer space

The son of Hades was sitting on his cabin floor looking at his old Mythomagic cards,

"Nico!" He flinched before looking up and seeing Frank Zhang, son of Mars through an Iris message.

"Um...hi? What's going on?"

"Hey... When can you come to Camp Jupiter?"

"What happened?!"

"Hazel-"

"-WHO DO I NEED TO KILL!?"

"I don't know what happened, she's been crying and won't come out of the cohort 5 cabin."

"Has anyone talked to her?"

"She won't talk to anyone."

"I'll be there as soon as I can, get her some lavender tea and dark chocolate. It's her favorite, it might help her calm down. Bye." Nico thought for a few seconds, driving is 44 hours, plane is a lot less but Zeus wasn't exactly the biggest fan of him. He could shadow travel but he would probably pass out the second he got there, pegasus. It wasn't the preferable option but it was probably the quickest; the Ghost King slipped on his Aviators jacket and ran towards Cabin 3.

"Jackson, I need your help." Percy opened the door, he was wearing a hoodie and shorts and look like he just woke up.

"Hey Nico, what's up?"

"Pegasus are fast right? Like very fast?"

"Yeah...?"

"We're going to Camp Jupiter in five minutes."

"What?"

"Is there a faster way?"

"I don't think so...? Unless you want to go through the Labyrinth, times different there."

“How long will it take?”

“A few hours I think? Are you going to explain what’s going on?”

“Hazel; hurry up, we need to go.”

“Alright, I’ll go tell Blackjack.”

“Who?”

“My pegasus, I mean technically he’s not mine but yeah.”

“Okay.” Nico said before running towards the stables.

***

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Sorry for the short chapters and inconsistant posting but I’m busy and in a week school starts and I’m just chaos rn also I’m sick which has just been so fun as well as shitty internet. Sfialgeiairaktki C H A O S IS L I F E

[redfoxtail26]

DIY Desmond Miles Jacket

Hey folks! I've been wanting to make this jacket as a gift for my boyfriend (🤫), and noticed there really aren't a lot of good resources online, so... I suppose I'll be the resource!

I'll try to make this as beginner-friendly as possible, since I know this might be some of y'all's first project :)

(Just the materials for now! Check under the cut :])

Materials:

A pattern! This is the first thing you'll need, since it might give you an idea of what fabrics to look for. A few features don't exactly matter, since we'll be editing them anyway. For instance, I'm using this free hoodie pattern, which includes a large front pocket and slim hood, but no zipper. I'll explain later how to edit the pattern toward what's needed, but as long as it's the right size and has a hood, you should be okay.

Fabrics. You'll need a white fabric for the outer shell (mine is knit), a ribbed knit fabric for the cuffs and hem (also white), and a red fabric for the lining (I'm using some ITY — also knit, but it's light and stretchy). Hoodies generally take 2-3 yards of fabric for adult sizes (each layer), and you may need a second layer of white fabric so the red doesn't show through. You'll probably only need about half a yard of your cuff fabric, but if you (like me) can only find it in multi-yard precut rolls, it's okay to use the rest as your middle layer. Just keep in mind that using a knit fabric will make the jacket warmer, as will using rib-knit. (Texture traps heat!) [If you're making the version from Revelations, use black for your shell and cuff fabrics, and anything (or nothing!) for the middle layer. Where this guide says "white", remember you'll need black instead.]

Zippers. You'll need a white zipper for the front, two short metal zippers for the pockets, and a zipper of your choice for the hood. (You can also forgo the zipper here if you wish.) As for lengths, it won't be one-size-fits-all, so make sure to measure your pattern in the zipper locations. (You may want to wait until your pattern is done to buy your zippers!)

General kit! You'll need scissors, clear tape, needles, white thread, white embroidery floss, and pins, as well as a measuring tape (the ribbon kind!), a straightedge, and a pencil. These sorts of things are good to keep around if you sew regularly, and experienced sewists may have most of these already. If you don't, most of these can be found in prepackaged sewing kits, and the rest are relatively cheap.

Go forth, my pupils! Gather your materials! I'll be back with another post soon :)

[marmie-noir]

You Get It

TW: Disposal of a body. Just girlie things apparently.

I sat perched on the down tailgate of Mitch’s truck, wrapped up in my hoodie as I watched him dig a hole to put the body of the biker in. My legs swung, unable to sit still, my hands folded on my lap and his hat on my head. He had put it there after lifting me up on the tailgate, telling me to stay put. “What do you think?” He asked, puffing on the cigarette as he stood in the hole that went to the middle of his chest. “That good enough?”

I eyed the biker’s body next to him, taking in the features of the man I had killed, unsure how I felt about it. I wasn’t sorry, that wasn’t the right emotion I was feeling. Not regret either. This man had come to my happy place, shot a gun at people I cared about. I’d do it a hundred times over if I needed to. 

Dwight must have said it was good enough because Mitch hopped out of the hole. He flicked his cigarette and I scoffed, hopping off the tailgate to pick up the cigarette butt and flick it into the back of his truck. “DNA at the scene?” I said, tossing him a look before returning to my spot, getting my own warning look for moving. I crossed my arms, pouting slightly as the two men got the biker jacket off the body, working together to do so. The biker was a big guy. “So was this a one off?” Mitch asked, voice a little strained from moving around that much weight. “Or one of many?” 

I frowned as Dwight responded. “Too soon to tell.” The New Yorker said, leaning on his own shovel as Mitch straightened, the vest now in hand. They exchanged a glance and together used their feet to push the guy into the hole. The body landed with a puff of dirt in the air and together the two men went to work once more, filling in the grave with its new tenant in place. I was not allowed to help and both men gave me a look if I so much as shifted to do so.

The two men shook hands and Dwight went to head towards where his driver had pulled up, leaving myself and Mitch alone once more. Pops had driven himself home after the shooting, wanting to get home to finish watching the game of course. I watched Mitch step on the small mound of dirt, having assured me that over the next few days it would flatten out. I didn’t question how he knew that, didn’t really question Mitch in general at the moment. Instead I sat on the tailgate, watching him, hands wrapped around the edge of the cool metal growing warm under my thighs. Even after the whole ass grabbing fiasco a few weeks ago I still wore shorts most of the time. It got hot in the bar, and I got better tips when I showed some leg. 

“So, darlin’,” Mitch said, voice low, all traces of the heightened emotions from earlier gone from his familiar features. He plucked off the work gloves he had on and tossed them into the bed of the truck before setting his hands on either side of my thighs, leaning into me slightly. I swallowed, tipping my chin up to look at him, partially obscured by his own hat he’d put on me. “Where did you learn to shoot like that?” I parted my thighs, allowing him to move closer, wanting to feel the warmth of him. He didn’t hesitate or question it, instead moving so his own hips brushed against the tailgate with my thighs on either side of him. “Are you mad at me, Mitch?” I asked, not answering his question. I didn’t like the idea of Mitch being upset with me, it didn’t sit right. 

That seemed to have him pause and Mitch let out a long sigh through his nose before shaking his head. “No, m’not mad at you.” He spoke softly, warm hands finding their way to my outer thigh, rubbing up and down my exposed skin slowly. His hands were nice, big and warm, calluses from playing and slinging beers pleasantly rough against my skin. “Answer my question Sunshine.” I bit my lower lip, looking up at him for a few beats before my shoulders fell slightly. “My dad.” I admitted, glancing away from him, eyes settling on his shoulder. “He was a bad man. Did bad things. One of which included showing his nine year old daughter how to shoot in case the cops came around asking questions.” His hands never stopped their trail up and down my legs, soothing me, not reacting outright to what I was saying to him. I was thankful. 

“You did good tonight.” Mitch murmured, thumbs brushing against my skin now as his hands stopped right above my knees, fingers curling around my legs as if to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere.As if I could. As if I wanted to. The cool metal of his multiple rings made his fingers feel much warmer against my skin. “You reacted. Did the right thing. Didn’t want you caught up in it, but you seem pretty insistent on getting involved.” “It’s you.” I whispered, meeting his eyes once more. “They shot at you and Pops, Mitch, what did you expect me to do? Curl up and cry? Scream for help?” My own hands shyly found the front of his shirt, nail tracing over one of the buttons near the middle of his chest. “I couldn’t do that. I had to do something.” “I get it.” He nodded as he spoke, and without his hat on to hold his hair in place it fell across his forehead. Softened him in a way I wasn’t used to but could appreciate. 

“I’m not sure you do.” I said, looking into those blue eyes that seemed to always be on my mind. I wet my lower lip, trying to find the words. “You are… important, Mitch. You are home. The idea of you, or Pops, or the bar being taken away? It doesn’t sit well with me.” “Darlin’, I get it.” He repeated, hands squeezing my legs as he said it, voice a bit firmer. I saw it in him, saw he did understand. My heart skipped a beat at his words, surprised for a few moments before I nodded. 

I reached up, slowly at first, giving him time to pull away or to tell me no. When he didn’t do either my fingers slid along his jaw, feeling the scratch of his stubble against my palms as I cradled his face. His hands slid up my thighs as I leaned in, breath teasing against his lips. 

I had thought about kissing Mitch Keller since I first saw the man. He had that spark in his eyes, that curve to his lips, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on but I knew all the same that after I kissed him nothing would be the same. As he closed the last few inches of space to seal his lips to mine I felt it, the shift, my arms wrapping around his neck with a little sigh lost into the kiss. His hands went up to my upper thighs, grabbing and pulling, making sure I was right at the edge of the tailgate to press up against me as much as possible. Brilliant man. I leaned against him as I kissed him, the slide of his lips against mine making my heart race and my hands slide up into his hair, anchoring him closer to me. There was an odd shift, his hat falling off my head and down my back to sit in the bed of the truck, but neither of us seemed to care. My breasts flattened against his chest, legs wrapping around his middle, getting as close as possible. 

We parted simply because we needed oxygen, parting just enough to breathe in the other’s air. I blinked my eyes open, meeting his, a little shy with what just happened. But then he smiled, a familiar flash of teeth, and I couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Yeah,” I whispered, nose brushing his, unwilling to let go yet. “You get it.”

I gasped as the tailgate fell from under me. No, didn’t fall, I was lifted. I secured myself against him a bit tighter, looking down at him with a grin as his hands rested right below my ass, holding me up easily as he stepped back from the tailgate towards the passenger door. “Let’s get you home, Darlin’. We’ve got work to do tomorrow.” “Yes, boss.” 

We went home that night to find Pops passed out on the couch, snoring loudly as the tv continued to play highlights of some basketball game that I was pretty sure happened years ago based upon the picture quality. Quirking my brow at the old man Mitch just shook his head, squeezing my hand wrapped in his and heading upstairs. 

To my surprise he led me to my room, giving my lower back a little nudge after pressing a kiss to my forehead. I tilted my head, tugging on his hand only to get another grin, Mitch leaning on the door frame with a shake of his head. “You’ve been through a lot today, Sunny. Get some rest. We’ll finish clean up tomorrow.” I melted slightly, expression softening as I looked up at him with a smile. “Have sweet dreams, darlin’.” He gave a gentle push on my lower back and I paused, grabbing at the front of his shirt gently. “Mitch, I want you to know… I trust you. So if you think partnering with Dwight is the right move, I’ve got your back. I might not be his biggest fan,” I trailed off, not wanting to sour the night by dogging on the man who had been more than willing to pull his own gun to protect the people I cared about. 

“Just, I wanted you to know that.” Mitch gave me that smile, the slow sweet one that means he found whatever I was doing or saying was adorable. “I won’t promise to be nicer to him though.” I added, rolling my eyes with a grin. 

Mitch’s laugh was nice, deep and honest, and I had to look back up to see the smile on his face as he looked down on me. “Thank you. Really. Now get some sleep. We’ve got a bar to clear up tomorrow.” He said, hand sliding from my lower back to pat at my ass, sending me into my room to pass out hard. 

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[liliansun]

I SEE SPARKS FLY : 17 : i want you

written part under cut! 1k wc

The time on her phone read 6:59pm as she stood outside her dorm hall. sal was patiently waiting for jeno like he asked, the cool air brushing against her as she balanced on each foot. just as she’s putting her phone into her back pocket, jeno’s car pulls around front and comes to a stop. walking down the steps, she reaches over and pulls the passenger door open by the handle. “punctual i see.” jeno smiles slightly at her as she gets into his car, his eyes gazing over her while she pulls the seatbelt across her and fastens it with a click.

“at least you know how to follow directions.” sal rolls her eyes, looking over at him. their eyes meet and it holds for what feels like longer than a minute. jeno was sporting a hoodie with a leather jacket over it, clad black jeans that looked too good on his toned legs and his hair falling down just above his eyes. he always made the simplest things look good.

“where to, unless you plan on digging me a grave then gladly take the longest route.” a soft laugh left his throat as he shifted the car into drive and drove off from their hall. “you’ll see when we get there, but first i want to know more about neowa and jun.” sal was already expecting him to have questions, answering them as vaguely as she could to feed his curiosity and keep neowa’s privacy at the same time.

the two fall into small talk until jeno drives more off campus and to one of the empty fields nearby. by the time he found a place he was satisfied with, he pushed the car into park and leaned his seat back. sal did the same after switching the button that controls his sunroof. “are we stargazing now?” he asks, pulling his hands up till they’re tucked behind his head. “might as well put it to use if it’s there.” she responds, rubbing her arms with the palms of her hands. the season changing caused the temperature to drop and she would’ve worn a jacket if she’d known that they weren’t going inside somewhere.

jeno immediately noticed the goosebumps along her arms, sitting up enough to take his outer jacket off and draped it over her form. sal smiled softly, enjoying the warmth of the material against her skin. “thanks, you didn’t have to do that.”

“did you want me to let you freeze?”

sal rolled her eyes as she pulled the jacket up to her neck, staring up through the sunroof at the stars twinkling in the night sky. “jeno?” he hums in response, turning his head towards her. he admires the way the moonlight shines through the car, lighting up some of her face enough for him to admire her features. “how did we get here?” the question already had an answer, they both knew it, but she wanted to know how he thought they got to this point. “well, i guess it started at the party the night we met.” a smile spreads across her lips, recalling the events that lead to their first kiss.

sal was leaning against the wall near the beer pong table when they first locked eyes, mal being the only one she could find amongst the crowd. the two watched a group of boys toss small orange balls into cups and whichever team got their cup filled took it bottoms up style. mal wasn’t really enjoying herself, but she was enjoying sal’s company while they made small talk until jaemin made his way over and sweet talked his way into letting mal walk with him to the kitchen to refill her drink. sal knew she’d be back, she wasn’t worried, but when jeno downed his up before walking away from the game he was previously invested in, she did start to worry.

“where did your friend go?” jeno was standing in front of sal, a smirk across his lips as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “she’s been stolen temporarily, why, you want her or something?” sal wasn’t the type to fall for the pretty boys in leather jackets and ripped jeans, but she couldn’t deny he looked indescribably good in this moment. “actually, i was hoping i could steal you instead.” from there, jeno continued to try and use his best lines to hook sal, but she wasn’t biting. it wasn’t until she got under his skin enough by brushing off his flirtatious words that the two ended up kissing against the wall beside the staircase. jeno thought he had her, especially after the way they kissed in that moment, but in typical sal fashion, she ran from him afterwards, mumbling something about finding her friends.

“i still can’t believe you kissed me and ran.” sal gasped dramatically, sitting up slightly as she faced him. “excuse me, but you kissed me if I remember correctly.” jeno was smiling, a smile that was so genuine that he couldn’t try to hide it if he tried. “i’d do it again if i could.” sal could hear her heart beating in her chest, warmth rushing to her cheeks as she tried to hide the effect his sudden confession has on her. “friends don’t just kiss friends, you know?”

jeno wanted to tell her so badly that he wanted to be more than that, he wanted to cup her face into his hands and kiss her till his breath ran out. he wanted to leave this place knowing she was his and he could tell anyone he saw the next morning that, but he doesn’t. “yeah, i guess so, but we should get going before it gets too late and we’ll stop on the way to get food before heading back.” the two readjust their chairs and close the sunroof, silently driving back to campus with only the sound of music filling the air. sal wish he would’ve kissed her, she wished she would’ve just kissed him herself, but she didn’t want to confuse him.

they agreed to start again, to take things slow, but none of that meant that the feelings they had for each other would simmer within them. she wants to fight him for this, she wants him to know she wants him, but she lets him take her to get fast food and she lets him take her back to their dorm hall and she lets him walk her to her room and for the first night in a while, she lets him leave to go back to his room where they both lay restless, longing for the other.

summary : jeno was the calm before the storm, never letting his his smile ever turn sour. his touch was the warmth she never knew she needed and when his eyes turned into little crescents, sal thanked the moon that night for giving him such features that resembled. all things seemed fine, until she realized she yearned for that same smile too many have seen. scared, she runs from the feelings that knock on her door, unbeknownst that he was waiting for her to answer him.

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HELLO for the prompts if u have time: fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF 💓💓💓

"57° isn't cold," Buck scoffs as Eddie shoves a flannel lined coat at him. "It's barely even chilly."

"Buck," Eddie throws him a look over his shoulder before going to the closet to find his own warm outer layer. "You're going to be complaining about 'wind chill' and 'dry cold' in about 20 minutes. Put on your jacket."

Buck pouts a little at the audible quotation marks, but starts putting his arms through the sleeves. "I'm from Pennsylvania, I grew up in the snow, I shouldn't be able to get cold at a west coast beach."

"It snowed in El Paso, too, and you're not catching me out there in a t-shirt." Eddie reemerges from the closet, zipping on a thick hoodie. "And you haven't lived in Pennsylvania since you were like 20."

"Still. Fees undignified."

Eddie just hums at him, and steps close to shoo away Buck's hands at the buttons. Standing in front of each other like this is so familiar a position that Eddie does up his jacket like a turnout, fastening the buttons quick and efficient, smoothing over the placket, tugging on the sleeves to assure fit, patting down where a harness would be. Buck watches him do it with a little bit of wonder, so fond it feels like a physical weight settling into his bones.

"Am I good to go, firefighter Diaz?" He says it quietly, and he's sure the smile on his face is softer than butter, but it is still a tease and Eddie still blushes faintly.

"Oh." Eddie looks down at the civilian jacket, sort of surprised. "Sorry, I didn't, uh…"

Buck shakes his head and kisses his cheek, right on the apple where the pink has pooled. He'd tell him all the ways that Eddie takes care of him and how tenderly grateful he is for it, but then they'd be here all day, and he's pretty sure the man is well aware from the way his eyes are lit up sweetly when Buck pulls back from the kiss. "All bundled up and secure. Ready to head out?"

"Ready." Eddie takes his hand and they go towards the door.

Soft Fic Prompts

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Avana Kirios

Rarity: 4 Star Path: Preservation Type: Fire Species: Human Fraction: Intelligentsia Guild Character Introduction: A student of Doctor Veritas Ratio and sister to Chase. She has this chaotic, gremlin energy about herself, always smiling and laughing. Design: She has lightly tanned skin, brown hair that fades to blonde, and brown eyes. She usually wears jackets and hoodies. Her favorite outfit to wear in a black tank top with either a red zip up hoodie or her buffalo plaid button up shirt, both are usually tied around her waist. She will either wear black leggings with two red stripes going down the outer side of the pant leg. Her choice of shoes are either sneakers or a kind of combat style boot.

Voice Lines

INTERACTIVE

First Meeting: Ah, I am so sorry for bumping into you. I didn't see you there. My name's Avana, and I'm a student of the Intelligentsia Guild. Greeting: Oh, hey! It's you again. How's it going? I've got loads of shenanigans to tell you about! Parting: Welp, it's time to go. It's been fun, but I can't be late to class. See ya around! About Self: If you asked anyone, they'll all say I'm the clumsiest person they've met...and they're all right. It's not my fault I just like to hug the floor or that things jump in my way! Chat: University: I love the university so much. There's all kinds of people here. Some want to see you fail, others want to see you succeed, and some just sit back and enjoy the show! Hobbies: I love cooking and strangely enough, I love doing any kind of housework or cleaning. I don't know, it's just really relaxing for me. Surprising, huh? Annoyances: Ugh, I really despise when people make fun of my friends. I'll show them what happens when they mess with me! Something to Share: I always like to look on the positive side because there's already a lot of negativity in the world. That doesn't mean I'm happy all the time. I still get sad and upset just like anyone else. Knowledge: Life is hard. People will hurt you, and you can't control everything. The only thing you can control is how you react to those situations. It's okay to make mistakes and fail. Just get back up and try again! About Chase: We don't share the same last name because we have different fathers, but we're as close as any sibling! Besides, I'm clearly the better looking sibling. About Rivera: Aw, Rivera's the sweetest! It's a miracle she puts up with me and heals me when I accidentally break a bone from my clumsiness. About Jasper: Jasper has the braincell most of the time. And he's deserves it. Without him, I'd probably be in jail or dead. About Ratio: The Doctor is the best! Yeah, sure, he's a strict teacher but beneath all that he has a heart of gold! About Aventurine: Eh, I didn't like him at first. He seemed... unauthentic. But now, I'm glad he's around. He makes the Doctor happy and he's teaching me how to properly make shields! Eidolon Activation: Yeah! Another day, another challenge to face! Character Ascension: I'm making progress! Max Level Reached: Woohoo! I made it! Let's see how much further I can go! Trace Activation: The only limits you have are the ones you put on yourself. Added to Team With Ratio: "I won't let you down, Doctor!" Added to Team with Aventurine: "How do I shield other people again?"

[pendinghope]

4 Minutes the series, my rambles about episode 2. Spoilers ahead.

Okay, so the opening of the episode has a guy in a hoodie holding the rock. It looks to be night and it’s the same place that Tle takes Great and Dome. Who’s the guy in the hoodie? I think he’s probably the one who killed the guys brother (I can’t remember his name right now). Now I recognize people mainly by hair so I have no idea who hoodie guy is and hoodie guy is what I’m calling him. Now when Tle, Great, and Dome arrive, none of them have any outer jackets or hoodies or anything. Though we don’t see the dead body at any point so until shown onscreen it’s still unknown who exactly the brother is. Like I thought it could be Tle or Dome since I don’t know how exactly the time travel works or if it’s all fake so I’m I’m just rambling. Theorizing isn’t really my thing and normally I’m way far off so take these thoughts as what they are, random thoughts of mine :3

Anyway something I thought was interesting. In all of the time jumps so far, the original timeline Great tends to run away. When he hits the lady with his car, bumps into the doctor, his first instinct is to run. He’s not a bad guy to his core, just a scared one. And as for what we’ve seen of his family, it’s a shock he didn’t turn out worse. His friends aren’t exactly the best as far as we’ve seen. Like he doesn’t care as much for his family reputation. When he gives the flowers he takes out his phone but as far as I recall we never saw him take a picture. He didn’t want to in the first place and it looked to me like he didn’t do it in the end. He’s also not great at handling emotions. When the woman was talking to him he fled. It looked like he wasn’t sure what to do and the whole time he wanted to run away. He does care about what happened but has no clue of what to do when the lady apologized to him. He looked a bit lost to me. I just find this intriguing. Just something I noticed and thought was cool. Ahh okay enough rambling for now. Hope you guys are enjoying this show too! Have fun!