#i have a couple that are a bit more special to me but

[rensukepie]

all i want for christmas is…

oliver aiku x reader

all you wanna come back to after a bad day is your loving boyfriend aiku.

contains : smut, p in v, breeding kink, spit, cunnilingus, very lovey dovey aiku, romantic aiku, kissing (a lot of it…), established relationship, touchy aiku, reader is sad and aiku comforts her :3

a/n : this was inspired by @aikuposer ‘s post!

minors dni

it was always him.

he’s the first person, and the only person you see when you come back from a shitty work day, the person you go over the grocery list with, the person who sees you cry, he’s the person you love. no matter the situation, it would always be him.

so when you come home from work during the christmas shopping season with puffy eyes and tears all over your cheeks, he’s worried sick!

….

“I-i didn’t mean to make her upset… she wasn’t clear about what she wanted…” you say in between sniffles with your voice cracking because of the heavy lump caught up in your throat.

“oh sweet girl… it’s okay, don’t cry… im here for you, that lady’s so stupid for that! she should’ve been more clear about what she was trying to get for her kid...” he’s wiping away your tears with his thumb, pulling you into a long hug.

“k-kiss me aiku… please… i missed you…”

and he does. his soft lifts against yours, his hands roaming your hips.

“gonna make you feel better, yeah? you’ll let me? hate to see my girl all sad…”

….

he kisses you a little bit more on your lips again before moving more down to kiss the other areas of your body, his hands intertwined with yours.

he finds your inner thigh, kissing it some more before undressing you, you clothed cunt on display for him.

normally, he’d start teasing you for the damp spot in the middle, but today was special, filled with love for you, words of reassurance aimed at you.

he kisses your clothed cunt one last time before taking your panties off, spitting on your soaked pussy before licking your clit with his skilled tongue.

“a..aiku! you’re so messy… fffuck!”

“sorry.. can’t help myself around you… you’re too pretty…”

….

“mmf—! a…aiku…faster….please…”

he picks up the pace just a little, but enough to have you whimpering a little louder, hands playing with his hair softly.

“you taste so good, my pretty… so beautiful..”

“g-gonna cum soon… mm.. aiku…”

“cum on my tongue for me baby… don’t gotta ask… just let go..”

….

he kisses you again, tasting yourself on your tongue before he undresses himself.

aiku rubs his cock back and fourth on your wet cunt to lube it up before entering inside of you, making you let out a couple of whimpers and moans all for him.

“mm…! aiku….”

he takes your whimper as a sign and finally puts his cock inside of your tight pussy, a deep groan leaving his mouth at the feeling.

“your pussy was made for my cock.. fuck—…”

….

he continues to thrust himself into you with your legs wrapped around his waist reaching to his muscular back. he can feel himself getting closer to the edge along with you.

“gonna fill your pussy with all my cum… you want that, hm?”

“mhm… want your cum aiku…. pleaseeee…” you say desperately, nibbling on his neck.

he takes his thumb and uses it to rub your sensitive clit, making you clench around his cock.

“shit—! gonna cum in you, doll… ohh fuckk—“

you cum right after him again and he pulls out, his cum dripping out of you.

“I love you, aiku…thank you for making me feel better…”

“I love you too baby, but we should shower… we look like a mess..”

….

he prepares a nice warm bath for the both of you with your favorite body wash and shampoo. who knows, maybe he’ll fill you with his cum nice and deep inside of you again?

…

[lakeaether]

bella notte | l.sm

PAIRING: lee seokmin x gn!reader GENRE: fluff, suggestive, established relationship SUMMARY: in which you and seokmin have a spaghetti night and recreate an iconic movie scene WARNINGS: food, kissing, terms of endearment, seokmin lifts the reader, allusions to sex at the end but no actual smut (lmk if i missed anything) WORD COUNT: 1.4k NOTE: i cooked with this one (pun intended)

Hand hovering over a steaming pot, you drop a handful of pasta into the boiling water and gently stir with a wooden spoon, the savory aroma of herbs, spices, and simmering sauce filling the air. Steam rises in delicate spirals, curling around your face as you smile to yourself, satisfied with your progress.

“Sweetheart, is the food almost ready?” A familiar voice calls out from behind you.

“Just a couple more minutes, sunshine,” you reply, flashing a brief smile before turning your attention back to the noodles. You lift the spoon, tapping it on the rim of the pot before setting it down on the counter, to grab a clean one. Dipping it into the rich, simmering sauce, you scoop up a small sample. “Here, tell me how this tastes,” you say, holding the spoon out to him, your hand cupped beneath to catch any drips.

Seokmin steps closer, leaning down to take a taste. The moment the sauce hits his tongue, an abundance of flavors erupts in his mouth. “Wow, that’s incredible!” he exclaims, eyes lighting up and a grin spreading across his face.

“Perfect,” you say, your chest swelling with pride. “Can you set the table, please? I’ll bring everything out in a bit.”

“On it,” he replies with a cheerful hum, heading to the upper cabinet, carefully taking out the fancy dinnerware reserved for special occasions, and making his way to the dinner table. With care, he gently places down two wine glasses and one plate. Wanting to enhance the intimate atmosphere even more, he lights a couple of candles that fill the room with a soft floral scent. 

Looking at the perfectly arranged table, the memory of what inspired tonight’s dinner surfaces in his mind. During one of your cozy movie nights, two of you watched Lady and the Tramp. The iconic scene, in which the two dogs shared a plate of spaghetti on a starry night, had Seokmin immediately jump up from your cuddled position. 

“Baby, that’s the cutest thing ever!” he exclaimed, pointing to the screen and bouncing. “Can we try that too? Pretty please?” He asked, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes—as if you could deny him anything when he did that. 

Seokmin’s pulled from the memory by your approaching footsteps. Turning around, he sees you carrying a steaming plate of spaghetti and meatballs, the centerpiece of tonight’s evening. He steps aside to let you place the dish on the table, your smile proud.

As you reach behind you to untie your apron, Seokmin’s voice stops you. “Wait,” he says softly, stepping closer. “Can I?”

Caught off guard, you look at him with wide eyes. “Sure,” you nod with a grin and raise your hands to your sides.

His fingers brush against your waist, the soft touch sending a small shiver up your spine. Looking up at him, you notice the affection in his eyes as he unties the bow on your apron, letting the sides hang. His movements are slow and gentle as he pulls the neck strap over your head. You feel his lips press a quick kiss to your forehead before he drapes the apron over one of the unoccupied dinner chairs.

With a flourish, he pulls out a chair for you. “Your seat, my love,” he says with a playful bow. Smiling shyly, you sit, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ as he takes his seat beside you.

“This is going to be amazing!” he says, rubbing his hands together. He picks up his fork and twirls some noodles onto it. “Say ah,” he calls out, holding the fork out for you. 

Laughing, you lean forward and take a bite. “My turn,” you declare, grabbing your fork and mirroring his actions. He opens his mouth dramatically and takes a bite, making you both dissolve into laughter.

After a few more playful exchanges, Seokmin sets his fork down and rests his chin in his hand, his expression turning thoughtful. “Can we try it now?” he asks softly, his voice tinged with a hint of nervous excitement as he looks up at you.

“Try what?” you ask, tilting your head.

“The noodle kiss,” he replies, his cheeks glowing faintly.

Your face warms, but you nod. “Sure, let’s try it.”

Seokmin’s face lights up as he picks up a single noodle strand with his fingers. You do the same, gripping the other end with trembling fingers. Slowly, you both begin eating the noodle, moving closer and closer with every bite. Your breaths mingle, and before you know it, your lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. The contact is brief but electrifying, leaving both of your hearts racing. 

Pulling back first, you avert your gaze, biting your lip to hold back a nervous laugh. Seokmin watches you with fondness, his smile as warm as the candles on the table.

A nudge against your shoulder catches your attention. You turn and watch as Seokmin leans his head down to your shared plate and softly nudges one of the meatballs with his nose, rolling it toward you. As his head rose, you immediately burst into laughter at the sight of the bright red marinara staining the tip of his nose. “Hold still,” you say between giggles, grabbing a napkin and gently dabbing the sauce off. His eyes cross as he tries to follow your movements, his cheeks reddening.

The rest of the dinner passes in easy conversation and shared laughter. Once the plates were cleared, Seokmin stood up, grabbed the plate and glasses, and brought them over to the sink with the rest of the dirty dishes. Since you cooked tonight, he thought it was only fair that he washed up tonight.

As he’s on his last plate, Seokmin feels your arms slowly wrap around his waist from behind.

"Is it okay if I hold you for a sec?" you murmur, your voice soft against his shoulder.

He pauses, glancing over his shoulder and meeting your gaze with a longing look in his eyes and a soft smile. “More than okay,” he replies, his voice warm with affection and leaning slightly into your embrace.

You hum contentedly, pressing your cheek against his back and letting the steady rhythm of his breathing lull you. As the last plate joins the others on the drying rack, Seokmin, refusing to move your bodies more than one inch from each other, turns carefully within your arms, his hands finding your hips.

With a mischievous grin, he moves you toward the counter and effortlessly lifts your body onto the marble, drawing a surprised gasp from you. Sometimes you forget that outside this absolute sweetheart of a man is one of pure muscle and strength who could move you around with ease. You try not to indulge too much in that thought.

Instead, you part your legs to make room for him. Seokmin grins, stepping closer and wrapping his arms snugly around your waist, yours looping around his neck.

"Thanks for indulging me tonight, honey," he whispers delicately, his forehead resting against yours.

"Of course, sunshine," you reply, pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "It was my pleasure."

Seokmin’s smile widens, his eyes turning into moon crescents as he takes in the earnestness of your words.

His eyes glimmer as he leans in, brushing his nose against yours in a flutter. The soft gesture causes you both to break out into a fit of giggles.

As the laughter fades, he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You know,” he begins, his lips brushing lightly against your ear, “I think I owe you a proper thank you for tonight.”

Your breath hitches, and you glance up at him through your lashes. “Oh?” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper and cheeks heating up.

He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Can I show you how much I appreciate you?” he asks, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

Your lips part slightly, but no words come out. Instead, your gaze drops, cheeks flushed as your fingers toy with the neckline of his shirt. Finally, you give him a shy nod. In one fluid motion, Seokmin slides his arms under you and lifts you effortlessly, wrapping your thighs around his waist. “Hold on tight,” he whispers, his gaze never leaving yours as you look up at him.

As he carries you toward your shared bedroom, his lips brush against your neck, leaving a series of soft, lingering kisses that send shivers throughout your body. The anticipation hangs thick in the air as the door clicks shut behind you, sealing the promise of an unforgettable night.

[ladykailitha]

A Love For Christmas Part 7

Hello! Welcome to penultimate chapter! I've been loving the little guess on the elf, who will be revealed tonight in the final chapter. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, and reblogged. You make my day brighter.

Sledding is fun is because it's dangerous. And the company holiday party arrives.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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The next thing I put the little elf in charge of was the sleds used for sledding. There isn’t much to do in the North Pole, so we always trying to have some fun. Ice skating and sledding are two such pleasures we get to enjoy year round.

I let out a jolly laugh to see that they were finally having fun. Just enjoying themselves and being free.

I should have known that wasn’t going to last.

They got up on the highest hill with the swiftest sled and with one mighty push, they were careening down the slope, getting faster and faster.

I thought for sure they would hit the bottom of the slope and jackknife right into the snow bank at the bottom.

But I was wrong.

What happened might well be considered worse.

They hit the bottom of the slope, but instead of slowly, like it was meant to, it kept going. The elf tried to steer. To get it to slow down.

But it was fruitless.

They saw what was coming and dived off the sled, rolling into the snow. They rose in time to watch the runaway sled crash through the remaining snowpeople, knocking them down like bowling pins or dominoes.

They looked up at me, eyes wide with shame and bewilderment. There was no reason it should have continued like that.

And I suspected sabotage and sure enough another elf’s name appeared on my naughty list that afternoon.

So I gathered up the elf and told them, I would find something special for them to do. Something I knew they could be good at if they tried.

Making friends.

~

When Steve told Eddie that he had never gone sledding because it was too dangerous, the arborist made his mission to get Steve on the slopes as soon as possible. But that meant it would be the morning of the office Christmas party, which Steve was absolutely fine with.

Hell, if it was as dangerous as his mother claimed, maybe he would be in the hospital with a broken leg and he wouldn’t even have to go.

He bought a nice two person sled as well a single seater and brought them to Eddie’s nursery as that was where he was meeting him.

Wayne came out first as he always did because he liked talking to Steve.

“Hey Steve,” he greeted warmly. “I hear you’re taking Eddie to that fancy ‘do of yours tonight. Aren’cha worried he might bring little bit more...bedlam then the occasion calls for?”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “God, I hope so! I hope he brings all the chaos loving, long haired, metalhead energy he has in him. I want people to see how wonderfully wild and outrageous he is, because I that’s what I adore about him.”

Wayne blinked at him for a moment and then rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “And Eddie is aware of this...plan?”

“Yup!” Eddie said cheerfully, popping out from behind one of the Noble firs. “It’s part of the reason I agreed to go. Me and Stevie here are going to have a real good time.”

Wayne shook his head fondly. “All right, as long you both know what you’re in for, I’m not going to stop ya.”

“We’re taking my van,” Eddie said, turning to Steve, “if that’s okay.”

“Yup!” Steve replied licking his lips and pursing them to hide the bright smile on his face. “I’ll just grab my sleds and I’ll meet you at the van.”

“Great!” Eddie said full dimples on display and Steve couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that sunk into his soul that it was aimed at him.

He hurried to his car and got the two sleds out of his car and trotted over to Eddie’s van.

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Wha’cha got two for?”

“I’m too chicken to go myself the first couple of times,” he said holding up the two-seater. “So I’m hoping you’ll go with me in this. And then...” he held up the single person sled, “once I’m brave enough to go on my own, that’s what this is for!”

Eddie cocked his head to the other side, admiring him. “That’s some good thinking. Of course I’ll come with you the first couple of times until you get your sled legs.”

Steve laughed, putting the sleds in the back of Eddie’s van. “What the fuck is sled legs?”

They both got in the van.

“It’s like sea legs only with sledding.”

Steve shook his head. “Of course it is. What was I thinking?”

“You weren’t,” Eddie said, starting the engine. “But that’s because you’re in the presence of the wonderful me! It’s such a trial to be this pretty!”

He leaned into Steve’s space and fluttered his eyelashes at him. So Steve did the only thing he could think of.

He kissed the tip of Eddie’s nose. “You’re cute.”

Eddie blushed and sputtered. “You’re going to ruin my reputation is what you’re going to be doing here, Stevie.”

Steve just laughed.

They got to the park where they were doing the sledding and the hills were covered in people of all ages screaming and laughing and just have a blast.

“This always looked so fun to me growing up,” Steve said wistfully. “But my mom would never allow me to go. Not even when my best friends tried to sic their moms at her. It was just too much for her precious boy.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat!” Eddie said gleefully throwing himself out of the van. Steve scrambled to catch up.

They grabbed their sleds and raced to the hill.

Will spotted them first and started waving vigorously. Steve and Eddie grinned, then made their way to them.

“Hey!” Mike said with a returning grin. “You guys made it. We’ve been here for hours!”

And they certainly looked it. Their cheeks and noses were red and their pants were soaked to their skin, but they looked like they could go all day without breaking their stride.

“Some of us work for a living,” Eddie groused. “Teenagers!”

“Nancy and Robin both work and they’ve been here all morning,” Dustin huffed, pointing over to the two girls.

There standing on the top of the hill in snow suits. Robin, Steve clocked immediately. She was in a mix-matched suit that was navy blue on the bottom but an ugly brown up top. The other girl was all in pink with bright blue mittens, cap, and scarf. Her curly hair stuck from her under her cap and her cheeks were rosy.

Honestly, if Steve hadn’t known any better, he would have pegged Eddie as her brother, not Mike.

“That was nice of their bosses to let them take the day off,” Steve said with a smirk. “Eddie’s is running the nursery with just him and Wayne, and my boss is a bag of dicks. So...maybe don’t compare what you don’t know.”

Everyone turned and looked at Steve wide-eyed like they had just witnessed a murder. Which, Steve thought with a huff, they probably had.

Then everyone oohhing and whistling and calling Mike out. He just rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever.”

That was when Steve knew he had truly won.

Eddie set down his sled and then took the two seater from Steve. “You ready for this, big boy?”

“I guess, I’m ready as I’ll ever be,” Steve said with a smile.

Eddie set up the sled at the top of the hill and said, “All right, you get on first and steer and I’ll push, okay?”

Steve nodded and did as he was told. Then suddenly they were off, sliding down the hill at breakneck speed. Steve did his best to avoid hitting the major bumps and too soon they were at the bottom of the hill.

“That was fun!” Steve said, turning around to face Eddie. “Let’s do that again!”

And so they did. Steve spent most of the afternoon on the two seater or drinking hot chocolate with Robin, trying to warm up to go back at it. She was there to supervise.

“I’m here to make sure no one gets hurt,” she said dryly. “I’m just too uncoordinated to do it.”

“So come with me on the two-seater,” Steve said. “I’ll push and you steer.”

Robin chewed her lip and then nodded. Steve grabbed it from where it was sitting next to him and hauled it over to the top of the hill. Once they were all sorted, Steve pushed them off with a shriek of laughter and they were tearing off down the hill.

They slowed at the bottom and she looked back at Steve with a wide grin. “Let’s do that again!”

Steve laughed as she echoed his previous statement.

Then it was time for Steve to try his solo trip down the hill. Robin agreed to push him gently down the hill and Eddie offered to spot him at the bottom to help ease his fears.

Steve got settled on the sled but before Robin could even push him, the sled wobbled and started off down the hill on its own. Steve yelped as he struggled to steer the sled. But it was no good, he was heading right for a bump.

“Look out!” he cried as he hit the bump going top speed.

Everyone at the bottom of the hill scrambled to get out of the way. Steve caught air and landed hard at the bottom of the hill, tumbling out of the sled and rolling to the side.

Eddie was standing over him when he finally dared to open his eyes. “Hey, you okay?”

Steve took a moment to take stock. “Sadly, yes. But I think that means I’m done for the day.”

Eddie burst out laughing and helped him to his feet. They said their goodbyes to everyone and made their way to Eddie’s van.

“Thanks so much for today,” Steve said as he climbed in. “It’s been really nice hanging out with you guys all month.”

Eddie smiled fondly. “Of course, Stevie. I just hope you find Christmas just a little bit better.”

“Yeah.”

~

Eddie was dressed up as nicely as he could be, black button up shirt, nice black slacks, but he paired them with combat boots, a leather jacket and as many chains as he could get his hands on. Steve was dressed in a simple dark grey suit with a white shirt and red tie. Eddie thought he looked dashing.

They walked in through doors of Steve’s office building and while Eddie had been there before with the trees he hadn’t seen it decked out. Joyce’s ornaments were beautifully placed and Claudia’s cooking was being doled out by servers in black vests.

“Wow,” he murmured. “You sure do know how to plan a party. Damn, man. You did good for someone who out-nerved Robin that day when you came to the nursery.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, Eds.”

Eddie’s head whipped over at the nickname and he just lit up brighter than the Christmas tree.

Then a loud, boisterous man came storming up to them. “Steven, what is the meaning of this? You were supposed to bring a date, not the help!”

Steve blinked at him a moment and then cocked his head to the side. “But you didn’t say that though. You said I was expected to bring someone, not a date. So I picked Eddie. He’s been a real asset to helping plan this party, I couldn’t have done it without him.”

Mr. Harrington stuttered and stammered before leaving the way he came, in a huff.

“So...that was you’re dad I’m assuming,” Eddie said with a grimace. “Because hooboy, I can see why you don’t talk about him much.”

“Yep,” Steve said dryly, rocking back on his heels. “Clint Harrington, asshole extraordinaire.”

“Hey, I’m going to get something to drink,” Eddie said trying to change the subject. “You want anything?”

“Just water.”

Eddie frowned at that but went and got him an apple cider, some food and goodies, and brought Steve over some water.

“There you go,” he said brightly.

“Thanks,” he said taking a sip of the water.

He held up his plate. “You want any of this?”

Steve shook his head. “I’ll eat later.”

Eddie dug into his food and they chatted. Everyone gave them both a wide berth and Steve loved every moment of it.

“Thanks for this,” Steve said brightly after the third person skirted around them. “I’ve never had such a peaceful party before.”

Eddie chuckled. “You’re welcome. I’m going to get more of the gingerbread snaps, you want anything.”

Again Steve shook his head.

“I don’t know why you won’t take any of the spoils of your labor,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You deserve to eat this too.”

Steve looked up at him with a slight smile. “I’m allergic to orange. I literally can’t have any of it because it’s likely been touched by orange in someway, and I’d rather not spend Christmas in the ICU.”

Eddie eyes went wide. “Come again?”

Steve shrugged. “My parents do this every year. I’ve been allergic since I was seven, but they always had Christmas with everything covered in orange and complained when I refused to eat any of it.”

“Dude,” Eddie hissed. “That’s like child abuse.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie looked around and saw that everyone else was having fun while Steve was forced to put on a smile and not enjoy any of it.

“Do you want to get out of here and grab a burger?”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, sure. I just need to do something really quick. I’ll meet you by the car.”

Eddie nodded and went downstairs.

Steve slipped into his office and sent off an email with a grin on his face. As he was leaving his father stopped him.

“I’m don’t know what you are trying to pull with this,” he hissed. “But your mother doesn’t want to see you until after New Year’s, she that upset!”

Steve shook him off. “Maybe I’ll get to eat something for Christmas for a change.”

He stormed off, racing down the stairs and out into the crisp winter air. Eddie was by Steve’s car and he just held his arms open.

Steve dashed right into them and buried his head into Eddie’s neck. “I just quit.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “You did what now?”

“I sent in my two weeks notice, dated today,” Steve said with a grin. “They won’t see until the 5th of next month when they all come back, but by then the two weeks will be up and they’ll have to give my severance as well as all my PTO that I’ve accrued.”

“And just how much will that be?” Eddie asked looking down at this man of his dreams.

“At least sixty thousand dollars,” Steve replied, his grin growing wider. “Enough to get me through school to get my teaching degree so I can teach middle school.”

Eddie burst out laughing. “You are a menace, Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah.”

“Come over to our place on Christmas,” Eddie said, “enjoy the holiday for a change.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

~

Part 8

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[faylvrs]

★ baby do you want me? megumi fushiguro x reader, birthday boy special ⟢ contents. hurt/comfort, spoilers, wc: 0.6k, div ( cafekitsune )

note. my writer era is back

“not celebrating your special day?” you sit down next to megumi on the bench right outside the dorms, arm casually slung around his shoulders which cause him to push his headphones down in an annoyed exhale.

“it’s not that special.” megumi turns his gaze towards you, a hesitant hand creeping up your waist as you lean into his shoulders to see what song he’s listening to. “here to wish me happy birthday?”

it’s been a couple of months since, well, everything. the strongest sorcerer of this generation defeated, sukuna’s defeat—the end of the curse era, but most importantly, courting you.

“maybe.” you stare at his phone intently. “we should hangout some time later.” your hand around his shoulder retreats just as quick as it was there. love is a difficult topic for sorcerers—people that rarely feel an ounce of love in their daily life. even now, given the chance to finally go and live a normal life, it feels.. strange. strange to not have to fear death at your door everyday.

“as in?” megumi tilts his head to the side, a little disappointed to see you pull away.

“my dorm, maybe. you know, just the two of us.” you hear your voice crack at the end, cursing to yourself.

“oh.” right—just the two of you, nothing more than a friendly sleepover to celebrate his birthday, that’s how you always tried to keep it. to say megumi’s getting tired of it.. is an understatement. he’s a patient man, and yet he still craves to move past this point of friendship that you seem just so deathly afraid of.

“so, are you not gonna wish me?” the words come out a little more pettier than he’d like them to, it’s not as if he’s been waiting all day for you to approach him with a cake.. and a big smile on your face, which you didn’t.

“well, happy birthday.” you stifle a chuckle at his words, trying to hide the sense of panic that washes over you when his expression still doesn’t soften.. maybe you do know you’ve been getting on his nerves these past few days.

“now you’re only saying it because i told you to.” megumi shakes his head, not even trying to hide his desperation at this point. he has all right to be mad, doesn’t he? “you really care that much?”

you turn away just the slightest amount, knowing exactly how wrong that came off. “do i care?” megumi’s eyes narrow at you. “are you serious?” his voice snaps, okay.. now you know you’ve fucked up.

“im just so lost with you.” megumi sighs, lowering his tone. maybe he was harsh. “just- tell me if im wasting my time, if you even want this.” megumi gazes at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, hoping to hear something reassuring—anything.

the disappointment is evident on his face when he’s only met with silence—“hey-“

there’s not much heard other than the sound of your lips crashing with his messily, your grip on his chin a little too tight for comfort. the pain is quickly drowned by the savoury taste on your lips, probably from the chips he saw you munching on earlier. the flavour of potato chips on your mouth ruins the experience just a little bit, but the discreet sweetness of your lips and your soothing touch on his scars still make up for it.

“don’t you dare doubt me.” you pull away, huffing breathlessly as you release his chin. “.. sorry, okay? don’t be mad at me on your birthday.” you shoot him a smile, to which he only glares at you with pinkish cheeks.

“…a yes would’ve been enough.” his blush only deepens at your teasing smirk. “but i like to do things me way.” you flip your hair back proudly. “so what is it birthday boy, you coming or not?”

“yeah yeah, im coming.”

NO I ( DID ) NOT ALMOST FORGET ABOUT MY BABY BOYS BIRTHDAY happy birthday megumi fushiguro you will always be famous

[friend-shaped-but]

Marathi Rukmini Jewellery Breakdown

Ok so I found this art of Krishna and Rukmini by Himanshu Bankar where rukmini is shown in marathi traditional attire and it made me SO SO HAPPY to see that because she's rarely depicted like that! And thenI saw it being shared on tumblr by a lot of ppl who didn't know that whatever clothes/jewellery rukmini is wearing is traditional marathi bridal attire.

So I thought I'd do a deep dive into this painting and talk about her clothes, hair, and jewellery! This is a long post, imma put everything under the cut! Tagging @cyndaquillt because you asking me about marathi miku made me learn a lot more about marathi jewellery, @sharngapani for showing me this image in the first place, and @chahaa-piun-ja for cheering me on!

Hair:

Her bun is a hairstyle called "Khopa" (खोपा) and the gold pin in her hair is called a Juda(जुडा). These can either be gold pins or have strings of pearls attached to them and I'm thinking that the latter is what she is wearing. Then the maang tika is pretty standard across cultures. The golden band between the maang tika and the juda is called a Bijwara(बिजवरा) and it's not used much in the modern day so I did have to do a bit of research to find out what it was.

Images, from left to right: Khopa, juda, and a minimalist maang tika/bindi.

Face

On her forehead, and hanging on either side of her face are Mundavalya(मुंडावळ्या), a forehead ornament worn by Maharashtrian brides & grooms. It is made from pearl & has two pearls strings which stand for the togetherness of bride & groom. Chandrakor is actually my ABSOLUTE fave part about maharashtrian culture it's the crescent moon on her forehead. Then on her nose is a pearl Nath(नथ). She's also wearing Kanpatti(कानपट्टी) aka ear strips on her ears and they're attached to her normal earrings. Fun fact btw the kanpatti in her ears looks a lot like the one my mom has.

Images from left to right: mundavalya+chandrakor, nath, kanpatti(without earrings)

Neck:

Generally what I've seen people wear at their fanciest is three-four necklaces, one right at the throat, one slightly lower, and a couple hanging almost down to mid-chest or upper stomach. Rukmini in that drawing is following that pattern. The choker-style necklace she's wearing in the picture isn't super clear but I think it's a thushi(ठुशी). It is a choker necklace crafted out of gold beads in varying sizes and is adjustable thanks to a soft thread that can be adjusted according to the wearer’s convenience. The next one seems to be a plain golden chain but the fact that she's wearing a mangalsutra at the time Krishna is taking her away is icing on top!

Thushi, mangalsutra and mohanmal in the picture below!

Arms:

There is a shela around her shoulders. These are generally made of silk and worn by brides.

Rukmini is wearing a vaki(वाकी) or bajuband(बाजूबंद).

Maharashtrian women generally wear green glass bangles(I've heard north indians wear red ones someone pls confirm this), and for weddings and festivities they're layered with gold bangles. Today, for everday wear, some people wear only one golden bangle on each arm(like my mom) or they might wear glass bangles(my grandma does this), and only do the gold-glass layering during special occassions.

The names of these bangles differ according to the way they're made and where they're placed on the layering. The thickest gold bangles nearest to the hand are called Tode(तोडे) and they're pair of heavy gold bangles that feature intricate designs that go all around the bangle. Since they keep the layering in place, they're generally smaller than the actual wrist and include a screw and hinge to fasten them. The gold bangles in the middle and back are called Patlya(पाटल्या), are a type of traditional gold bangles and are often decorated with intricate designs on the outside.

She also has a kamarbandh on her waist but ig that's also pretty standard so I didn't include separate pictures

[cryinhell]

No one asked, but here's my updated top ten hellaverse ships (both canon and not)

10) Stella x Striker

What can I say? I love an evil couple. I think these two look pretty hot together, and it's interesting how Striker seems to respect Stella despite hating blue bloods. These two aren't canon, but I wouldn't mind if they were

9) RadioRose

Despite having mixed feelings on Alastor, I think these two are just so cute. Either as a couple or just queer platonic partners, I don't care. Rosie seems to be the only person to make Alastor genuinely smile, and she's the only one who can touch him. There's a special bond there I really like

8) Verosika Mayday x Wally Wackford

So this is the biggest crack ship on this list, but I think in theory, it's so cute. I really want Verosika to be happy, and Wally, despite being a bit of a scammer, is really sweet. I'm totally cool with Verosika ending up with Barbie as well, but I slightly prefer Wally. I wonder if they will have more interactions in future episodes.

7) Fizzmodeus

Is this controversial? Probably. I know Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are so loved in this fandom, so putting them at number 7 is awful...but they aren't my favorite. I do like them, and I think they're really cute! I just have ships I like more, but that doesn't take away how sweet these two can be. Sometimes obnoxiously sweet heh. So yeah, no disrespect to these two

6) M&M

So these two were at first kinda meh for me, but over time, I've grown to love them. They have a pretty healthy relationship, and I always hate when someone bothers Millie for marrying Moxxie or saying Moxxie isn't a good enough husband. These two clearly love and respect each other and clearly grow together with every episode.

5) Staticmoth

Like I said, I love an evil couple. Valentino is a monster, and Vox is deplorable. That doesn't stop me from loving them as a couple and thinking they are cute. I think they both should die, but also would be sad cause come on, they're cute together.

4) Cherrisnake

I love Sir Pentious, I love Cherri Bomb, so obviously, them together is a fun pair. I shipped these two before the show came out and was so excited to see Pen having a crush on Cherri. They kinda remind me of the early versions of M&M, but they need a lot more time. Cherri isn't ready to accept love, and Sir Pentious is well...in a different world. I can't wait to see these two develop and become an actual couple.

3) Adamsapple

So this and Lucilith could be here. Lucifer being happy is the main objective, and its Adamsapple is so fun. They clearly have a history, and there's a lot of feelings. If Adam comes back in season 2, I'd love to see this be fleshed out. I doubt they'd be a couple, but maybe friends? Who knows. I'm fine with this one not being canon, and just something fun in the fandom

2) Stolitz

Stoltiz is pretty important to me because it really got me involved in the fandom. I've been watching Helluva Boss since the beginning, but episode one of season two had me from casual watcher to actual fan. Blitzø is one of the characters I really relate to, and Stolas is just a really well written character. I love the development of these two and they are worth waiting for. I really gotta draw some fanart of them because they are everything

1) Huskerdust

Are you surprised? You must be new. These two are my everything and all time otp in the Hellaverse. I've talked so much about why I love them, and I will continue to do so until I can't any longer. Angel and Husk are not only my favorite characters individually, but their growing friendship and eventual relationship are just so ughhhh. I love these losers, and they will always be number one.

Thanks for reading my nonsense

Have a good one 💜💜

[two-entire-bits]

mar-bit headcanons because I have been consumed <3

Marcia steals his leather jacket all the time. He thinks it's the cutest thing ever

once Two-Bit got jumped and knocked out and Marcia was the first one to find him and he made one of those stupid "holy shit I musta died and gone to heaven cuz there's an angel in front of me" jokes when he woke up and saw her

Marcia's really good at school and especially loves science, but has a hard time understanding new math concepts (although once she gets them down she's off and running) and Two-Bit is surprisingly good at math for some reason (he doesn't try in school but he does put in 0.000001 mL of effort so he can pass and move on to the next level. but only barely) so he explains the concepts to her without making her feel stupid

Marcia knows Two likes blondes and once joked about bleaching her hair and he was horrified at the concept.

Marcia's really good at chess?? Like really good. Two-Bit has no clue how to play and he is too confused by how it works to start learning now.

Marcia LOVES to be carried around by Two ALL THE TIME. She wants to make some dinner? Two-Bit is bridal-style carrying her down the stairs from her room to the kitchen. She wants to get snacks at the movies? Piggy-back ride to the concession stand.

the latter style also gives her an excuse to kiss his head and mess up & play with his hair

She carries an old makeup compact with his favorite hair grease and a comb with her at all times in case of an "emergency" (when she messes up his hair)

He also carries around some of her makeup in his jacket in case she ever forgets it

Marcia WILL kiss his face all over and she WILL get lipstick stains everywhere and he will NOT remove it. absolutely refuses to.

He also will reapply her lipstick for her after such cases

They love doing as much as possible for each other that way, they love just taking care of each other and holding each other and being in love and also being silly about it

THEY'RE THE TYPE OF COUPLE TO DO THAT TWO-STRAWS-ONE-MILKSHAKE THING

He'll also do her nails (traits achieved by having a little sister) and he loves it because he gets to focus on something and they just take turns rambling

He steals stuff for her all the time (she finds it endearing) but the two times he didn't was when he got her a gift for her first birthday after they started dating (she then reassured him he didn't have to spend money on her just because it's a special occasion) and when he got her an engagement ring

He proposed to her at the drive-in (or where it used to be if it closed down)

Marcia and Two-Bit's sister (Tammy (short for Tamara (Two-Bit calls her Tamster))) get along slightly too well for Two's liking. they plot against him

It took Tammy a while to warm up to her but once she did they were an unstoppable force

Marcia will take her out to the mall to try stuff on and have a "girls day" every couple of months but Tammy refuses to let Marcia buy her anything so Marcia will report back to Two and he'll go out and steal things Tammy liked

I don't know if she'd go BUT if she did Marcia would help Tammy get ready for her school formal/homecoming/prom and teach her how to do makeup and Two-Bit literally cannot find the words to thank her enough because Tammy looks so happy and he never could've done that, not because he didn't want to, because he didn't know how, it's the 60's and he's a guy, she's a girl, yeah he's her brother but he has no clue how to make her comfortable in her femininity and such, and it just makes him love Marcia even more

Two-Bit actually learned how to cook a few meals because he felt like he had to give back to Marcia for loving him

He also picks up after himself when he's at her house even though he never does at home because he feels bad

Two-Bit has a big expectation of himself that he has to be happy and active and always moving and keeping up everybody else's spirits all the time that when Marcia does something nice for him or just holds him he's caught so off guard. he needs to be the little spoon sometimes okay.

Like he's so used to taking up space but with her he can just feel small and exist

He loves the gang and is so much more himself around them but he still has a Role and Marcia is on a whole other level of Two-Bit-esque weird that he can like, completely unmask with her once they've been together long enough

Early on he'd do something weird around her without thinking and go like "well, shit." because when he gets to be Too Much Himself it's driven people away in the past but then she finds it funny or endearing or she just doesn't react at all and he falls even more in love with her

It took him a long time to really learn that he didn't owe Marcia anything in exchange for her love

Marcia just wants to hold him sometimes also. In my head her parents are often absent and she doesn't have any siblings, so she'll just touch him or hold onto him a lot to reassure herself he's there and he's not leaving

Marcia will come over to Two-Bit's house sometimes and help make dinner or clean with his mom (they also get along well) or just spend time with all of them and it took them all awhile to not think of it as charity but Marcia just liked feeling like she actually had a family

They have THE most extrapolatory nicknames for each other. It starts off tame but it evolves to the point where their names and the nicknames have barely anything in common

on my dancer Two-Bit bullshit forever Marcia's house has a piano and she'll play music for him to dance to

this man has not missed one of Marcia's barrel races ever. he's there way earlier than he needs to be he stays until she leaves he is the loudest person on the bleachers.

Marcia started watching Mickey Mouse so Two-Bit would have someone to talk to about it

[lvnleah]

— rory’s trip to santa | our little love series 🎄

find the twelve days of Christmas masterlist here!

The Christmas fair was everything you’d imagined it would be—bright lights, the smell of sugary donuts, and a big, towering tree in the centre, decorated with sparkling baubles and glittering tinsel. You held tightly onto Beth’s hand, your other hand gripping Viv’s. 

You were currently in Whitby, the town that Beth had grown up in, for Christmas. You’d been here for a couple of days now and Christmas wasn’t far away. A Christmas fair was being held in town and you’d begged Viv and Beth to take you. Rich walked ahead, Rona running in front of him on her lead while Viv held Myle’s lead. 

“Look, Roo,” he said, crouching down to your level, “They’ve got candy canes!” You looked at the stall he pointed to and smiled a little but didn’t let go of Beth or Viv.

“It’s a bit much, isn’t it?” Beth said. She squeezed your hand, and you nodded without saying anything. 

It was a bit much—so many people, so much noise. The bright colours and loud music made your chest feel tight, but you didn’t want to say that out loud. You knew they’d brought you here to make it a special day.

Rich must’ve noticed, though, “How about something quieter to start? Let’s find Santa’s grotto, eh? Bet you’d like to meet the big man himself.”

“Santa!” You smiled, bouncing on the balls of your feet, “I wan’ tell him all about what I’d like for Christmas! Do you think he has my letter yet?”

Beth squeezed your hand. “I’m sure he does, Roo. But this is your chance to tell him in person, just in case the elves are still working on it. Can you remember what you asked for?

You nodded enthusiastically, your earlier nerves temporarily forgotten as you held Twix under your arm. “A colouring book,” you said confidently. “Some more friends for Twix, Barbie, princess stuff and uhh…sweets!”

Rich chuckled. “Well, let’s not keep Santa waiting, then.”

The grotto was tucked into a corner of the fair, surrounded by twinkling lights and fake snow. Other kids were waiting with their parents, some bouncing on their toes, others shouting about what they were going to ask for. You stayed a little closer to Beth, burying your face into her coat.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Beth said softly, crouching down so she was at eye level with you. She tucked a stray curl behind your ear and smiled. “It’s just Santa. He’s nice, promise. And me and Mamma will be right there with you.”

Viv crouched beside her, resting a hand on your back. “You don’t have to see Santa if you don’t want to, okay?”

You shook your head, “I wan’ tell him what I want for Christmas!”

“That’s okay,” Beth nodded, “but remember we can leave at any time.”

You nodded again, but your hands clung tighter to Beth’s hand as you shuffled forward in line. Rich stayed off to the side with Rona and Myle, chatting with one of his friends he’d bumped into. Viv and Beth tried to keep you distracted as you got closer to the grotto. 

Finally, it was your turn and you froze. 

You wanted to meet Santa. You wanted to tell him about Myle and Rona and the toys on your list. But your voice wouldn’t work, and your feet still didn’t want to move.

Beth must’ve understood. She held her arms out. “Want me to carry you in, Roo?”

You hesitated, then nodded. She scooped you up, holding you close as she walked into the grotto with Viv right behind. 

Santa smiled warmly, leaning forward just a little. “Well, hello there!” he said. “What’s your name?”

You buried your face in Beth’s shoulder as she sat down beside Santa with you on her lap. “This is Rory,” Beth said softly, her hand rubbing your back. “She’s been very excited to meet you.”

You peeked out from Beth’s chest, and Santa smiled at you. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Rory,” he said softly. “I heard you’ve been very good this year. Is that true?”

You nodded, just a little, clutching Twix tightly. 

“Thought so,” Santa said, leaning closer. “Do you have any special wishes this Christmas? Something you’d like me to bring?”

Beth gave you an encouraging squeeze. “You can tell him, sweetheart,” she murmured.

After a long pause, you whispered into Beth’s ear, just loud enough for her to hear. She smiled and looked back at Santa. “She says she’d like a new colouring book, something for her dogs, fairy and Barbie stuff and some more friends for her bunny Twix.”

“Wonderful choices!” Santa said, clapping his hands together softly. “I’ll make sure my elves know exactly what to pack for you. It was very nice to meet you. Would you like to pick an early gift from the box before you leave?”

Your eyes widened at the mention of an early gift. You looked at Beth, who smiled encouragingly, and then at Viv, who nodded. Slowly, you nodded too, your grip on Twix loosening just a little as Santa brought out a big red sack filled with small wrapped presents.

“Go on,” Beth said softly, shifting you a little so you could reach.

Your hand hovered over the pile of colourful wrapping paper, the crinkling sound of it making you giggle. After a moment, you picked a small, square gift wrapped in gold paper with a shiny red bow on top.

“That’s a good choice,” Santa said, his eyes twinkling. “I think the elves picked that one just for you!”

You held the present close to your chest, the nervousness in your tummy fading a little. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but still brave enough to speak.

Santa chuckled softly. “You’re very welcome, Rory. Have a very Merry Christmas, and don’t forget to leave out some carrots for the reindeer!”

“I will,” you said, your voice a little louder this time.

Beth and Viv stood up, with Viv giving Santa a small wave as they turned to leave the grotto. Beth held you close, her cheek resting lightly on the top of your head. “You were so brave, Roo,” she whispered. “Santa’s going to be very impressed with you.”

Outside, the fair still buzzed with laughter and music, but it didn’t feel as overwhelming now. Rich was waiting nearby with Rona and Myle, his face lighting up when he saw you clutching your little present.

“Look at that!” he said. “What’d you get, Roo?”

“Are you going to open it, Roo?” Beth asked gently, her hand brushing a stray curl from your face as she set you down on the floor.

Rich moved closer, kneeling on the ground beside you. “Here, I’ll hold Twix for you while you unwrap it.”

Reluctantly, you passed your bunny to him, and he held Twix carefully. With both hands free, you carefully pulled at the bow, then peeled back the gold paper. Beth and Viv watched, smiling softly, as the wrapping fell away to reveal a small, colourful box.

“It’s crayons!” you exclaimed, your voice breaking into a delighted laugh. You held the box up in the air for everyone to see. 

“Wow, Roo!” Viv said, “You’re going to make some amazing pictures with those.”

Beth crouched down next to you. “You can use them with that big colouring book you asked Santa for, munchkin!”

You nodded eagerly, clutching the box tightly. “I’m going to draw all the dogs! Myle and Rona and…” You paused, “Maybe Santa’s reindeer, too.”

Rich chuckled, handing Twix back to you. “Sounds like a good plan, kiddo. That Santa knows what he’s doing, huh?”

Viv leaned over, brushing a kiss against the top of your head. “And you were so brave in there, Roo. I’m proud of you.”

“Hot chocolate next?” Rich asked, patting Rona as she barked softly at the suggestion.

“With marshmallows?” you asked, your excitement bubbling over.

“With marshmallows,” Viv promised, reaching for your hand.

[judasgot-it]

Political Debates is a Form of Flirting, if You're Tecchou Suehiro (Friends to Lovers Trope)

No one talks about how he is 100% the type to do this? Also this is inspired by a work from @strawbqq (also thank you for the new pfp and this photo I'm using this for as long as I can pretend its Christmas)

"A peaceful solution isn't always the answer. The answer sometimes is just violence-"

"But why is that usually the first solution?"

You and Tecchou were sitting down next to each other, drinking warm drinks to try and gain some warmth from the cold outside. You had a simple sweet coffee, while Tecchou had managed to convince the poor waitress working today to make a white hot chocolate mixed with everything white in their shelves. There were pieces of coconut, sprinkles, and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.

It seemed drinkable, given that Tecchou had no problem digging in. But you knew to avoid it, especially as you wanted to actually enjoy your one day off.

"These are violent criminals. They lost the option for peace the moment they committed their actions - I only serve justice where it's deserved."

He sipped his drink while saying this. There was a little white foam sticking to his lip, giving him a mustache to rival Fukuchi's.

"Innocence until proven guilty. Morals are more complicated than that." You leaned over and wiped it off with your thumb, giving in and tasting it. The drink wasn't bad, but the mayonnaise was still there.

"Yes. You're right. But most are dangerous, and if I don't treat them that way," He leaned in closer to you, gifting you a bit of his obscene body warmth. "Then they will only hurt more people. I am not a lawyer. I am a Hunting Dog."

His voice was strong, stating this only as a fact of life and nothing else. This man was an executioner, who would follow his word - it was whoever was in front of his sword and him.

You were normal. There was no hope to be near him at all.

"...what do you see me as?"

You turned around, looking at the people that were in this restaurant. There were families and people who were sitting close to each other like you both were - to the average person walking in, you both must have looked like a couple.

"I'm a civilian. Nothing special, right?"

He was in normal clothing, with no indication that he was a solider. His sword was hidden somewhere in his large coat, which made him just look so normal it hurt. As if he were a man who had just wanted a day off from a normal day of work.

No one in this restaurant would know that he had a body built like a god, or scars that covered his knuckles or that he had tattoos because of the war that everyone chose to forget rather than remember.

This is was something that he had shared with you. A regular person who had a regular desk job. That just happened to be in the Hunting Dogs headquarters.

"I'd like to see you as my friend. But sometimes I'm afraid I think of you as more than that."

"Your paper pusher?" You tried to laugh off the little pit you had dug yourself into with Tecchou, the one that you knew you would never get out of. It was better to just pretend it didn't exist at all.

"Is it wrong to think of you a little more than that?"

His big honey eyes were giving you that sad puppy dog look, as if he wanted to jump on your bed but couldn't. His face was tilted just enough to stare at you, giving you all of his attention.

It made you want to die, just a little bit. He was embarrassing to be around, as you found it impossible to really do anything else but let him eat you up with those eyes.

"...so it's really often, I take it?"

He nodded, avoiding the subject. Taking all the bravery you had, you looked back and noticed how he still stared at you - his eyes were roaming around you, as if you were something he had to remember.

"I think of you a lot too, sometimes,"

The words that came out of your mouth didn't feel right, they felt as if they were the words of someone else. There was a small moment, maybe a second that felt like ten to you, where you had to sit there and really think about what you were going to say.

Tecchou's staring was just too distracting; as if he were trying to steal every word of your mouth before you could even form them.

So before you said anything again, you took a sip of your drink. Hopefully it gave you enough time to get your bearings back into place.

"Sometimes I dream of you. Nothing serious, just us doing boring, regular stuff. But I think it's because I'm thinking of you so much that I have those."

"Enough to dream about me?"

"Yeah, I just said that."

Tecchou's fingers itched closer to yours, his skin so thick that you first only felt the callouses that had been built up over the years. You felt at odds sometimes, seeing how your hands were small enough to be crushed like pencils between his.

Holding his hand would feel amazing though. Tecchou always radiated so much warmth you wished you could carry him around 24/7. He would warm your hands instantly.

"...I've dreamt of you before. Just like this."

You made a dumb sound, letting him continue. There was half of your drink down your throat, and you were too busy trying to avoid eye contact and pretending that you were really invested into anything else to say something in response. Your heart was so loud in your chest, and seeing Tecchou reach so slowly to touch you did nothing to stop that feeling.

"But it was just us. It felt the same, but I only saw just us. We kissed too."

His hand finally covered yours, so slowly, as if he were touching the petals of a flower and trying to mesmerize the feeling of how soft the feeling was.

The man was so warm that you leaned in closer, feeling your chests brush together. At some point, the two of you had leaned in close enough to nearly share the same air.

"What?"

"We kissed in my dream. Sometimes I dream of kissing you in other places too."

"You dream of kissing me?"

"I don't dream of kissing anyone else. Just you."

"I think you think of me as a little more than a friend."

He nodded along. His face was red - if you hadn't been actively having this conversation, you would think it was just from the cold nipping at his skin.

"Why don't you just kiss me then?"

"...I can?"

"Who would say no to you?"

Once again, this is inspired by @strawbqq fic that i requested, go check their account cause thats kinda what this is a sequel too my bad. im just a real sucker for just writing the confession part. also ignore the fact ive been inactive my life has been hell for the last bit but im on winter break rn so im gonna write and upload as best i can for those who requested!

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Taboo Treatment

George Weasley x reader

Requested by: @mytrinityphelps

Request: “Perv professor/ stepdad George Weasley”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it's taken so long (i've had a busy few weeks of christmas stuff and illnesses) but I am back. I feel like this wasn't one of my best and I feel like I rushed it. It didn't help that I wrote bits and pieces over a 3 week span.

T/W: Very taboo, Upskirting, Spanking, Mentions of stalking and spying, Thigh fucking

When your mum told you about her new boyfriend, let's just say you weren’t too pleased.

In fact, your friends can remember the exact moment you got the letter that one morning. The way your face dropped made them think someone had died. But it was worse, way worse. You see, she mentioned her new beau. A man called George Weasley. Or as you knew him; Professor Weasley.

That ginger teacher who taught you Astronomy since you were 11. Your mother liked to joke that he practically raised you. Sure, you were happy for her. You just wished that she had chosen to date literally anybody else.

Even going to class was strange after that. He’d overlook little questions you got wrong and it seemed that you were doing better than ever in his class. But in reality, the real reason was because he was banging your mum every holiday. Your friends found it hilarious, even dubbing Professor Weasley with the title of ‘Papa Weasley’.

A year passed, and everything seemed to be coming up roses for your mum and your professor. Even so that when you returned home and found him in your living room, they announced the dreaded news.

Engaged.

The wedding was exactly how you'd imagine. The groom's side of the church was lined with a sea of red hair and freckles. Your new step siblings from George's previous marriage were already in your class, but you hadn’t really spoken to them before. They seemed happier with the marriage than you did, but every wedding reception has that one unhappy bunny.

The first couple of months drifted by, mainly filled with moving house and getting used to the ‘happy family’ atmosphere. But things changed at school. Professor Weasley no longer gave you better grades, instead becoming more strict and demanding. When greeting each student in the morning, his smile faltered when his eyes landed on you. But it somehow got even worse.

You’d notice your new stepdad paying extra special attention to other girls in class. He’d get closer to them than necessary, even going as far as to drop his wand in front of female students desks and picking it up after a quick look up their skirt. Without another thought, you approached him after class when the general crowd had disappeared. You had a mean look in your eye as you approached his desk, but the smirk on his face told you that he already knew your intentions.

“What the hell, George! I saw what you were doing with that wand trick. What about my mum?”

George looked up at the fire in your eyes, grinning innocently like he’d just played one of his pranks that his children boasted about. He tutted softly, shaking his head.

“It’s ‘Professor’ to you, sweetie. And I have no idea what little trick you’re referring to. I can’t help it if I'm clumsy, can I?”

He stood from his desk, beckoning you closer.

“What mummy dearest doesnt know doesnt hurt her”

You stood your ground, ignoring the way your skin felt hotter as he smirked at your defiance. His hand pulled you closer by your wrist before bending you over the edge of his desk. George pulled your robe up and pulled your wand from its designated pocket before sliding your skirt up.

“I think I know why you’re so annoyed. You don't want me paying attention to those other girls. I think you want me all to yourself”

When you tried to argue back, he shushed you and held your wand in front of your lips before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“You might need something to bite on, sweetheart”

His chest pressed against your back, his hand remaining on the fabric of your clothes to keep it on your hips, leaving your underwear exposed. You reluctantly opened your mouth, biting on your wand lightly. He let out a soft hum of amusement before catching you off guard and bringing his hand down sharply on your thigh, making you lurch against the desk. But still he continued to hold you down. His repeated strikes left your thighs red raw, each hit making you flinch and whimper. He seemed to reveal in your little reactions, getting harder by the second.

“Does my naughty stepdaughter like that? I bet you listen to me and mummy fuck through the walls. Or do you just rub your thighs together beneath your desk while I teach?”

You tried looking back at him, but he wouldn't let you. You wanted to spit your wand out and tell him straight that he was sick, but you didn't.

You could have, but when a Professor told you to do something, you obeyed. Just like a good girl should.

He stalled his spanks and tugged your underwear down. He tapped your wrist, tapping it harder when you finally understood what he wanted you to do. Reaching back, you pulled your cheeks apart, letting him enjoy the view.

“What a pretty pussy. Maybe I should have been looking up your skirt more often. I know, I’ll ask good ol’ uncle Harry for his invisibility cloak and watch you. I know you’ll like that. I’ll watch you shower and sleep, and you’ll never know if you’re truly alone again. I wouldn't want my pretty little one to get lonely.”

His other hand pulled his fly down slowly, letting you hear the zippers symphony and the sound of him spitting onto his hand as it signalled your impending fate. You could tell that he wasn't going to go easy on you, so you at least hoped that he’d be on the smaller scale. A hope that was quickly squashed when he ran his length beneath your thighs, his veined shaft gliding against your clit.

But he had other plans.

“I know you’re a virgin, princess. You’re too tight not to be. I’ll save your perfect virgin hole for when we have more time. Then I can really ruin you”

His hips slowly rocked back and forth, his cock sliding between your thighs. With every movement, your pussy drooled more slick onto his shaft. He kept a firm grip on your clothes, using them to pull your hips back against his.

Your jaws tightened around the wooden wand between your teeth, the worry of breaking it out the window as your new focus was on the cock nestled between your thighs. The pleasure felt otherworldly, but it wasn't enough. His groans got more frequent until he let out a string of pants, his cum panting your underwear gusset. He brought his hand up to stroke your hair softly, as if he hadn’t stilled and robbed you of any orgasm you had hoped to have. He slowly stepped back and pulled your underwear back up from where it gathered at your thighs, letting his cum mix with your juices.

He didn’t fix your clothes. He wanted to memorise the sight of you like this, knowing that his cum was now pressing against your pussy. He didn’t stop you when he heard your wand clatter on his desk. He stroked your thighs which still burned from his earlier touch.

He could get used to you.

[barghest-land]

normannognathus :) colors were based on the brown pelican

[falconfate]

Hello ranger’s apprentice fandom can we talk real quick about the stupidest thing Flanagan ever wrote

It’s about the bows. Yanno, the rangers’ Iconique™️ main weapon. That one. You know the one.

Flanagan. Flanagan why are your rangers using longbows.

“uh well recurve arrows drop faster” BUT DO THEY. FLANAGAN. DO THEY.

the answer is no they don’t. Compared to a MODERN, COMPOUND (aka cheating) bow, yes, but compared to a longbow? Y’know, what the rangers use in canon? Yeah no a recurve actually has a FLATTER trajectory. It drops LATER.

This from an article comparing the two:

“Both a longbow and a recurve bow, when equipped with the right arrow and broadhead combination, are capable of taking down big game animals. Afterall, hunters have been doing it for centuries with both types of bows.

However, generally speaking and all things equal, a recurve bow will offer more arrow speed, creating a flatter flight trajectory and retain more kinetic energy at impact.

The archers draw length, along with the weight of the arrow also affect speed and kinetic energy. However, the curved design of the limbs on a recurve adds to its output of force.”

It doesn’t actually mention ANY distance in range! And this is from a resource for bow hunting, which, presumably, WOULD CARE ABOUT THAT SORT OF THING!

Okay so that’s just. That’s just the first thing.

The MAIN thing is that even accounting for “hur dur recurves drop faster” LONGBOWS ARE STILL THE STUPID OPTION.

Longbows, particularly and especially ENGLISH longbows, are—as their name suggests—very long. English longbows in particular are often as tall or taller than their wielder even while strung, but especially when unstrung. An unstrung longbow is a very long and expensive stick, one that will GLADLY entangle itself in nearby trees, other people’s clothes, and any doorway you’re passing through.

And yes, there are shorter longbows, but at that point if you’re shortening your longbow, just get a goddamn recurve. And Flanagan makes a point to compare his rangers’ bows to the Very Long English Longbow.

Oh, do you know how the Very Long English Longbow was mostly historically militarily used? BY ON-FOOT ARCHER UNITS. Do you know what they’re TERRIBLE for? MOUNTED ARCHERY.

Trust me. Go look up right now “mounted archery longbow.” You’ll find MAYBE one or two pictures of some guy on a horse struggling with a big stick; mostly you will actually see either mounted archers with RECURVES, or comparisons of Roman longbow archers to Mongolian horse archers (which are neat, can’t lie, I love comparing archery styles like that).

Anyway. Why are longbows terrible for mounted archery? Because they’re so damn long. Think about it: imagine you’re on a horse. You’re straddling a beast that can think for itself and moves at your command, but ultimately independently of you; if you’re both well-trained enough, you’re barely paying attention to your horse except to give it commands. And you have a bow in your hands. If your target is close enough to you that you know, from years of shooting experience, you will need to actually angle your bow down to hit it because of your equine height advantage, guess what? If you have a longbow, YOU CAN’T! YOUR HORSE IS IN THE WAY BECAUSE YOUR BOW IS TOO LONG! Worse, it’s probably going to get in the general area of your horse’s shoulder or legs, aka moving parts, which WILL injure your horse AND your bow and leave you fresh out of both a getaway vehicle and a ranged weapon. It’s stupid. Don’t do it.

A recurve, on the other hand, is short. It was literally made for horse archers. You have SO much range of motion with a recurve on horseback; and if you’re REALLY good, you know how to give yourself even more, with techniques like Jamarkee, a Turkish technique where you LITERALLY CAN AIM BACKWARDS.

For your viewing enjoyment, Serena Lynn of Texas demonstrating Jamarkee:

Yes, that’s real! This type of draw style is INCREDIBLY versatile: you can shoot backwards on horseback, straight down from a parapet or sally port without exposing yourself as a target, or from low to the ground to keep stealthy without banging your bow against the ground. And, while I’m sure you could attempt it with a longbow, I wouldn’t recommend it: a recurve’s smaller size makes it far more maneuverable up and over your head to actually get it into position for a Jamarkee shot.

A recurve just makes so much more SENSE. It’s not a baby bow! It’s not the longbow’s lesser cousin! It’s a COMPLETELY different instrument made to be used in a completely different context! For the rangers of Araluen, who put soooo much stock in being stealthy and their strong bonds with their horses, a recurve is the perfect fit! It’s small and easily transportable, it’s more maneuverable in combat and especially on horseback, it offers more power than a longbow of the same draw weight—really, truly, the only advantage in this case that a longbow has over the recurve is that longbows are quicker and easier to make. But we KNOW the rangers don’t care about that, their KNIVES use a forging technique (folding) that takes several times as long as standard Araluen forging practices at the time!

Okay.

Okay I think I’m done. For now.

[dream-cake]

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[the-skooma-den]

Ok so important question, has anyone gotten razum-dar in tes:castles yet? And if so, honestly im really curious how old do they have him?

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[ id: drawings featuring three object head characters: Aloe, a curvy adult with brown skin and a lava lamp for a head, Petra, a taller fat adult with brown skin and a cactus for a head, and Shelby, a small baby with light-brown skin and a fishbowl head. in the first image Aloe is tenderly holding a 4 month old sleeping Shelby in her arms. next, Shelby is shown at 6 months old, sitting up by herself, sticking her tongue out. then, Petra is spoon feeding her while she sits in a high chair, at 8 months old. in the second image, Shelby at 10 months old is standing & takes a small step forward, looking up enthusiastically. Petra and Aloe beside each other react with loving awe; Petra, with teary eyes raise their hands to their mouth, and Aloe gently touches Petra's arm. the words "first steps!" is written in all caps. end id ]

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