#i have far too much freetime

[freedom-yearner-ng]

Dear @xxswanwranglerxx...

It wouldn't allow me to make this a request... I wonder why... BUT ALAS! A MAN OF LOVE WILL ALWAYS FIND A WAY! So I come forth to you in a post...

Oh my sweet, nice, pleasant, delicious, delightful, sweet, enjoyable, pleasing, good, satisfying, heavenly, welcome, tempting, jolly, soothing, amusing, pleasurable, tasty, comfortable, comforting, dreamy, darling, blessed, agreeable, congenial, gratifying, grateful, attractive, happy, luscious, palatable, delectable, charming, desirable, fascinating, felicitous, blest, savory, savoury, alluring, entertaining, dulcet, enviable, delightsome, cheerful, blissful, inviting, enchanting, calming, cheery, gracious, amiable, personable, hospitable, goodly, kindly, good-natured, joyous, affable, glad, relishable, genial, exhilarating, ecstatic, euphoric, rapturous, diverting, recreative, felicific, intoxicating, elating, gemütlich, nirvanic, beautiful, lovely, cute, gorgeous, attractive, handsome, good, stunning, charming, likely, elegant, delightful, good-looking, sexy, perfect, drop-dead, fair.........

beautiful, lovely, cute, gorgeous, attractive,, handsome, good, stunning, charming, likely, elegant, delightful, good-looking, sexy, perfect, drop-dead, fair, ravishing, comely, glorious, fascinating, beauteous, hot, seemly, goodly, magnificent, fetching, aesthetic, flawless,, taking, sightly, knockout, pleasant.... AMAZING little dove!

You may have a phone for a head which I find absurd but am weirdly into but I am sure I can provide you such a wonderful feeling that you'll feel the wings of a... strikingly similar bird that you appear to have a definitive hate for... but I digress!

let us be free, randy, from the hit game, dial town!

Free together!

[blazingmicah-wc]

Was doing some research for my riverclan!longtail au and i just learned that willowbreeze is half-Windclan and half-riverclan??? This does wonders for my au but this is what I get for not reading any of the super editions lol

[blkkizzat]

Otaku!Gojo would 100% be the type to make Bunny do nerdy kinky photos like TCG cards covering her naked body😭 and prolly be super corny but loving asl

OTAKU!GOJO WHO HAS YOU MODELING FOR HIM.... "if i get a paper cut on my pussy Toru imma kick your ass!"

"if you get a paper cut on your cute lil cunt ill kiss it better and eat you for 3 hours straight."

it sounded more like a threat then a consolation so you stayed still and silent while Gojo and his professional camera with a monstrously long lens (almost as long as the monster currently poking against his sweats) snapped photos of you in a custom princess lelia looking bra in panty—made entirely of TCG cards.

How Gojo had managed to even make this is out of craft glue and some wire string, you don't know. you don't even know how he surprisingly made the garment fit you like a glove just from your mere measurements alone as he had no previous tailoring experience. Initially you refused to wear it, yet you knew these first edition holographic digimon cards meant the world to Gojo—some there was no guarantee he'd ever find another copy, so the fact he would effectively destroy them to make you a lingerie set in a odd way, still is touching to you. You're blushing even harder realizing that despite his many obsessions and kinks that consume his freetime, you're still the most important thing to him by far—even if he had the craziest ways of showing it. Snapping photos from every angle Gojo tells you to "look sexy" but the cute lil pout on your face turns him on all the same (truthfully any expression would have been sexy to him) as he coaxes you to bend over, the fat of your pussy lips exposed and slick as the cards near your slit warps and shrinks from the moisture. Gojo exposes, like always, his twisted lil kinks had a way of turning you on too. "heh, im gonna have to make the panties out something stronger next time, this cards are no match for you drooling pussy." you whine, which is so cute to him and he loves you so much he can't resist ending the photo shoot early reaching out and snapping the panties right off of you.

truthfully he was going to eat you out for 3 hours straight regardless...

otaku!gojo series

[emelinstriker]

Shockwave ♤ Kiss The Spark

Might be my last TFP X Reader one-shot I'm dropping for now. I've got several other one-shots and even a full book that was in the works, but whenever I'll finish any, I have no idea.

[TL;DR] You really do be worrying your beloved cyclops scientist with the risks you take. And he finds it illogical.

♤ ~ Comfort ~ ♤

It was a lazy day for the two of you. Megatron was busy leading the Decepticon cause, as usual, and left Shockwave to his tools. Said mech was trying to work on basically recreating a predacon while you were watching him. It did make him a little uncomfortable with how you were basically staring at him, but he would never out right say it.

You were just supposed to be a random human he could study and experiment on after you were kidnapped by Knockout months ago. But now you were the lover of the warship's scientist. Basically his Conjunx Endura, and he did show some affection towards you while feeling some sort of emotion despite having undergone shadowplay. At first it felt like you were treated like a pet, which you technically were in the Decepticon's optic, but it was obvious he was lying to himself over time as you began to worm your way into his spark.

Despite the months of love and care, he slowly started neglecting you due to the cause being his main priority. Sure, he did give you food and your own box corner that felt like a small apartment, but his affection towards you decreased and you were missing it. You were missing the freetime you had and spent simply roaming around the Nevada desert whenever you landed. You wanted to relive that.

"Hey, Shocky?" He didn't bother turning around to face you as he continued working, not answering. But you knew he was listening. "When do you have time to hang out again?" You asked with a hopeful gaze at the back of his helm.

He ceased his movements for a moment, turned his optic toward you and said, "Most likely when I am finished with this project. I do not know how long it will take. It would be most logical of you to simply wait."

You frowned at his response and started to make your way towards the door. "Oh, okay... I'll leave you to it then..." The giant metal doors slid opened for you and closed once you passed the threshold. Shockwave knew you left but didn't bother stopping you as the project took priority. However, that doesn't mean he didn't feel more empty when you were out of the room.

And it finally seemed too much after two agonizing hours of not having you around him. He told himself he would do a quick check-up on you to ensure you were all fine. So, he left the project on his table before making his way to the bridge where he knew Soundwave would possibly still be with you.

Unsurprisingly, he was right. Well, half right. Soundwave was at the bridge, but you were nowhere to be found. Of course there had to be a reason for it, and who would know better than the slender mech himself. "Soundwave," the cyclops started as he approached the other working Decepticon, "where is (Y/N)?"

The TIC ceased his movements before typing away again, revealing groundbridge coordinates on the screen. The coordinates seemed to lead into town, close to a few stores but far away enough for a small groundbridge to go undetected. Soundwave turned his helm towards the mech behind him as he slightly lifted a servo at the screen to point at it. Shockwave gave him a puzzled look- Or at least as puzzled as one could look with a single optic for a faceplate. "Why did you send them there?"

Instead of answering with more movements, Soundwave decided to simply play a voice clip he recorded of you in your own words. "Hey, Sounders, could I maybe go to town? I need to see if I can buy some material for [...]. I know it sounds weird, but hear me out-" The audio abruptly cut of before you could explain any further. And there was information missing, most likely to keep whatever you were planning a secret from the scientist. It seemed illogical for you to be plotting something behind his back however. Thus he didn't question the TIC any further about the audio.

"When will they return?" Soundwave played another clip in response, "I'll call you when I got everything, alright? Shouldn't take more than two hours max."

And as if on cue, a sudden personalized ringtone rang out on the bridge with an image of you on the screen. Their optics glanced at the screen before Soundwave answered the call. You sounded like you were out of breath. And Shockwave was able to feel your anxiety through your bond.

"H-Heya, Sounders!" You dramatically exhaled a large portion of air before continuing in a rather quick way. "Please don't tell Shocky, but I kinda ran into some trouble and am being chased by a gang with weapons. I managed to escape unscathed, but I sadly didn't get some other things." You took another deep breath. "And as much as I wanna grab some extras, I don't think I'd be alive on my way back if I did that. At least I got enough for one."

As both mechs became concerned, Shockwave decided to speak up. "(Y/N), are you in a safe location? Do you require a groundbridge immediately?"

The voice caught you by surprise, but you were also a little relieved to hear him. "I-I'm not far enough from people yet. I'm across the street from the gang right now and they seem to have lost me. But there's an alleyway here." You then proceeded to walk down the dark alley. "I don't think there's a second gang in here so I should be-" You cut yourself off as you looked behind you with wide eyes. The fear you gave off reached the scientist instantly.

"(Y/N)? Are you alright? What happened?" Your sudden silence made them even more worried. The silence wasn't there for long though as harsh winds clashed with your phone, indicating that you were running.

"They found me! I-I can't run any longer! My bags are- are slowing me down! And they want my bags and my money! But I need them! And whAT THE FUCK- WHY?!"

Turns out the alley had a deadend.

The two mechs could faintly hear one guy say something, but it was inaudible. But they could hear one who was closer. "You're right. Why should we just take their belongings if we could have some fun with them as extra?"

While the cyclops was able to feel your hopeless anxiety already, the call managed to catch the sounds of your sniffles. You hiccuped as you whispered into your phone, "I need you, Shockwave." You usually weren't scared of most things- Hell, you made a giant alien robot fall in love with you and managed to befriend others on the warship, deeming them as family! And they wanted to cyberform the earth! But being in this situation, alone, far away from your family, with just some useless things you bought... It scared you.

And this was something that truly angered Shockwave for once. The fact that you used his actual name instead of a nickname told him how trapped you truly felt.

It sent him over the edge.

"Soundwave. Groundbridge to their coordinates. Now", he commanded firmly.

The masked mech, despite being kind of surprised by the taller mech's sudden show of emotions, did as he was told. The scientist didn't waste time in running towards the now open swirly green portal. He didn't even bother transforming and using his holoform.

These humans deserved to suffer.

By his true form's servos.

You were backed up into the deadend when you noticed a familiar green light pop up behind you. Out of instinct you moved aside as the gang stared at it, not knowing if this were special effects to scare them off. That's when you saw Shockwave step out of the portal. He took a moment to take in his surroundings before spotting you next to his pedes, shivering from shock, but still smiling up at him with teary eyes. "H-Hi, hun..."

"Go home, sweetspark. I'll meet you there."

He said. Then he watched as you somewhat clumsily sprinted through the groundbridge, two bags in hand, before he turned back towards the group of humans.

"It would be illogical of me not to dispose of lifeforms that pose a threat to my sparkmate."

What was mercy? In that moment, he couldn't recall.

While waiting, you were next to Soundwave, being comforted by his tendrils as you held onto one like a big teddy bear. Your bags were sitting behind you. Shockwave finally returned a few minutes later, groundbridge closing behind him. His servo and pedes were completely bloody. You also spotted a bit of blood on the rest of his frame- even a tiny bit on the side of his helm. He walked up to your still slightly shaken form. "Did they harm them in any way?" He asked the other mech, who previously ran a scan on you as safety precaution.

Soundwave responded with a simple "Negative" audio as he retracted his tendrils from you, now that your biggest comfort was here. You reluctantly let go of the tendril when a servo gently wrapped itself around you instead, picking you up. The purple mech didn't say another word to the shorter mech and simply walked off, all the while placing you on his shoulder pad. Sure, you were now a little bloody too, but you could just wash your clothes. While Shockwave felt the comforting relief through your bond, he still was upset about your reckless logic.

"You left the ship without my authorization or knowledge." Most would view his monotone yet commanding voice as a sign of pure anger, but you knew that he was actually worried sick.

"B-But I-" "You could have been hurt and I would not have been able to protect you. From now on, you are to stay on the warship if I'm.not accompanying you", he stated firmly, placing you on the table and coldly turning away towards his project.

Now that you were finally back in the lab, he wouldn't need to worry about you being hurt anymore, despite his spark not wanting to shut up about the slight bit of worry. However, due to you still being upset about the previous situation, you couldn't help but tear up again. You honestly didn't mean to make him mad and worried. He could feel it.

"I-I'm so s-sorry", you whispered as you hiccuped. "I-I just w-wanted to make y-you a gift..."

This caught the scientist's attention as his ear fins moved. A gift... for him? You went through the lengths of sneaking out(, despite Soundwave's knowledge of course), going to town alone, and running away from a street gang... just to make him a gift? So, naturally he demanded for an explanation for this stunt you tried to do.

You pulled your bags closer to your body as you sniffled, rummaging through one of them. "I-I bought materials f-for a self-made gift..." You then pulled out some purple fabric from the bag. Almost the same shade of purple as his frame. "I-It was supposed to be a plush toy version... of you..." A small, sheepish smile made its way onto your lips. The tears may have stopped flowing, but you still didn't feel quite comfortable in what you were presenting him. It wasn't even finished, after all. And you weren't even sure if he would like it.

"Giving me a toy version of myself is illogical." For a second, a frown replaced your smile. Thinking he didn't like the idea, you slowly starting lowering your arm in disappointment, wanting to put the fabric away again so he wouldn't have to see it.

"O-Oh, sorry... I thought-" "But, I appreciate the sentiment", Shockwave quickly added as he approached you with his servo. One digit gently trailed up and down your arm in a comforting manner. "You may still continue creating it. I am not stopping you." Him using a gentler, lower tone made you smile again. You wrapped your arms around his digit and lightly cuddled into it, saying a small "Thanks" in return.

You swore your Conjunx's optic was glowing brighter than usual.

You managed to craft a rather big plush version of Shockwave. You were able to wrap both of your arms around it and cuddle with it like a big stuffed animal. It was still severely small in the scientist's optic, but he refused to handle it any less gentle than you when picking it up. It was so much softer than you, which amazed him.

A few days after you finished up the plushie, Shockwave asked you to wait for him in his habsuite.

Turns out he wanted you to touch his spark again. It's been a long time since you've last done so, which was when you became Conjunx Endura just a couple of months ago. And due to the bond mostly being a one-sided receiving one, he wanted to show you how much he appreciated you in his life. And touching his spark was the only way for you to receive his side of the bond.

You're the only one he's ever shown his spark to in such an intimate light. And you could feel how much he adored having you be this close to him, touching the very culmination of his being ever so gently. You even gave his spark some light kisses, making him ex-vent.

Content with your moment together, he gently positioned his servo against your small back, pulling you a little closer down onto his chassis.

He wouldn't trade you for anything, not even his loyalty to Megatron and the Decepticon cause.

[ Masterlist ]

[deansbite]

'fore i literally start explodin' heres somethin' everyone should read :

the topic of ana. my beloved, the boy who stole my heart.

unfortunately, due to anas long absense, everyones been worried. but heres the thing : i am worried, too. i am as worried, if not more. i have been paranoid & absolutely losin' my shit ever since ana stopped bein' online. the nail in the coffin was when he stopped textin' me.

i removed the msg due to that bein' irrelevant to what this post is about.

12/06/2024. the last time ive gotten any clue on their whereabouts.

do not panic, do not do anything irrational, ive tried to keep my shit together as the person who has been textin' her nonstop every. single. day.

but the thing is, PLEASE please ( in the nicest way possible ) stop sendin' asks about ana before i genuinely lose my mind caught up in my paranoia & start thinkin' the worst when my friends have been consolin' me & draggin' me out of those thoughts. i threw myself in a nasty two days where i spam checked his messages to me to see if i missed any signs, checked all of their accounts & even searched up literal missin' people in the uk to see if anyone like her was missin'.

that is unhealthy for my mental health and durin' this period of time ( in winter & exams bein' on my ass & worryin' if i get accepted into a really nice school thats hard to get into ) i tend to have stronger depressive episodes. i have not, so far. and id like to keep it that way.

i am tryin' to see if hes online but less insane-stalkerish. id tell you guys if i found anythin' AFTER i would spend time focusin' on him. because we're together. the pilin' asks about ana combined w me actually worried has been stressin' me out so much 'cause i feel like i am jugglin' 4 whole things at once.

i worry in my freetime & the only time i get my mind taken off of things is when i spend time w my friends & on tumblr when i can write & have fun.

IN SHORT: anas not been online since that date, i've tried to contact him & stop askin' me so much i am not just an ana update acc i literally have human emotions & have been fuckin' myself over 'cause of that & am tryin' to stop that habit 'til i fall into a loophole where i keep fuckin' myself over & can't stop

[vibingpyro]

How ATSV Characters react to an shy S/O

-Miles is awkward but he tries his best. He doesn't want to overwhelm you and takes things at a slow pace. He will be the one to slowly initiate small touches and contact, his hand lightly brushing over your own as you walk together or a extremely light feather kiss to the top of your head when you get walked home by him. He's patient, if not a bit shy himself.

-Gwen is an overthinker. She thinks too much about holding your hand too long, if maybe offering to watch an movie with you and cuddle is too soon for the relationship so she requires some reassurance now and then. She wants to show you she cares but she's unsure how without flustering the both of you in a way that doesn't seem like teasing. For now, hand holding and light kisses on the cheek will have to do. Not that she minds.

-Hobie. This guy is so confident in himself it's nearly painful. He loves to fluster you by leaning down beside you when you don't notice him, and whispering into your ear and calling you a sweet pet name or pulling you closer when you're sat beside him in a distance he deems that you're too far away from him. He wouldn't take getting an reaction out of you too far but, he does love to test what might make you tick at him. But let's be honest, he would love to piss you off and see you take the reigns.

-Pav is an awkward mix of confident and overly worried. It's funny how he tries to lean his arm over your shoulder all nonchalant while you coincidentally watch an romance movie on the television but he would whisper into your ear "Is this okay?" "It's not too much right?" "Okay, just let me know if you want me to move my arm." "...you're sure you're comfortable with this?" He likes to check that he isn't making you uncomfortable. Making a bit too much but that doesn't hurt right?

-Miguel just feels bad, most of the time. I mean, you have a right to be flustered and shy around him, look at him for Christ's sake. He's aware he's intimidating, and has accidentally managed to scare his S/O on one more than one occasion so he just tries to make up for it with tiny trinkets he made in his very rare freetime. He will try his best to speak soft and sweet to his partner, ensuring that they are comfortable before initiating anything, the most he will start to do is pressing an kiss to the back of your hand. He'll be patient for you.

[detective-dick-gumshoes-pot-room]

Reasons Why Akanidai is Perfect 😌

Making my long overdo ship essay because my friend finally coerced me.

Reason 1: Character compatibility

Akane is an incredibly energetic character who lacks a lot of emotional regulation and impulse control. Nekomaru is one of the only characters who can match her energy, but he's also a manager by trade. So, he winds up being the perfect fit to work with Akane's energy. They also tend to match each other's humor.

Where they really shine is Nekomaru's ability to be the only male character whom Akane doesn't feel the need to "Sell Herself" too. Which is something she has the tendency to do thanks to trauma. Nekomaru is one of the least perverted characters I would argue, and thus doesn't really give Akane the impression he's trying to get something out of her. Because he's not, his only motivation is to help Akane out in the long run. For someone like Akane, who has never been taken care of, that's a huge deal.

Reason 2: Their Canon Relationship

Akane has a very traumatic history. Without getting too far into it, she's pretty much been abused by every man (and people in general tbh) in her life up until this point. She doesn't trust people all the way. She doesn't bother learning names half the time because she's so used to people dying around her.

[That reflects in her time spent with Hajime. She forgets his name constantly in the freetime events. And even when they're working together (chapter 2) she's on edge around the guy. Preparing herself for the worst. ]

But not with Nekomaru. The two will spar anytime Akane runs into him. She never (to my knowledge) makes the same comments towards Nekomaru that she would to thr other guys. She feels actually safe about him. And that's further supportive by the whole "It" stick between the two. While the whole scene is played up for laughs as an innuendo, it's a big deal that Akane feels comfortable enough to let Nekomaru give her massages. Especially since she has trauma around that kind of touch specifically.

Akane is also very admiring of Nekomaru. Usually, when she's referring to him in dialog, it's comments about how he's the strongest guy she's ever seen. About how he motivates her and gets her excited to spar just from walking by. Which is incredibly sweet.

Meanwhile, for Nekomaru, Akane gives him a purpose. She's an athlete on the island who needs help in more ways than one, so he immediately takes responsibility over her. Taking care of her physical well-being, helping her train and develop her talents properly (something she never really learned to do because her skills were self-taught for survival). To the point where he insists he has to be the one to reign Akane in because he knows he's the only one who's going to get her to calm down.

So naturally, the two get closer and closer. Until Nekomaru steps in and takes the rocket hit for Akane. Something he does with absolutely no hesitance.

And boy, does Akane really shine in both instances where Nekomaru "dies". During the first incident, she's in a lot of shock and denial. Akane knows how bad she messed up and feels pretty guilty over it. But despite how quick she usually is to accept death, she doesn't here. She continues to insist that Nekomaru can't be taken down by something like that. She literally can't imagine a scenario where he dies in such a way (heavy denial and admiration at play). But Nekomaru? Assuming he's about to die, the only thing he can think of is to tell Akane to live.

When Nekomaru comes back as a robot, there's this air of awkwardness between them. Akane, for maybe one of the first times, feels incredibly guilty about what happened (despite her denial). Seeing Nekomaru in a completely new body must have been quite the shock. Knowing how badly hurt he was. But she buckles down and commits to paying him back for everything he's done for her.

During Chapter 4, however, when Nekomaru dies for real, Akane cries for the first (real time) in the game. Straight up wails when she finds out. And immediately goes to revenge as her only way to deal with the pain. Pain that other characters recognize as Chiaki encourages us to give Akane a moment alone with Nekomaru to mourn properly. Not to mention Gundham going out of his way to tell her that Nekomaru accepted his challenge and fought until the end (incredibly important for her to hear).

No one is really sure how Akane will react to this news, but they all acknowledge how much it hurts her. Which is saying a lot since Akane is constantly putting up a front to prevent looking weak.

Just looking at what the game tells us about the characters, Akane and Nekomaru are extremely close. Their relationship is built on a trust that's rare for Akane to give out. Nekomaru learns her boundaries and figures out ways to keep her mind off the situation, but more than that, he's constantly dedicated to keeping Akane safe. He takes two rocket shots for her and ultimately helps free the entire group from the funhouse.

Two incredibly close characters whose development in the story is tied into each other.

Reason 3: Despair Arc

This is a shorter note, but @monokuma-apologist pointed it out to me, and it is very important I think.

In the dreaded episode two of Despair arc, when Akane and Nekomaru feel the effects of the spiked soup, instead of going nuts like the rest of their classmates,

Nekomaru is just concerned about Akane at first, and the second she tells him to not touch her- He doesn't. Man respects her boundaries, and they both just end up staring at each other quietly for the rest of the time. Very much attracted, but very respectful still. It's so nice 🙂

Conclusion

Akane and Nekomaru make the perfect pair together. Akane has been hurt. Nekomaru knows that and adapts immediately. Akane trusts and opens up with Nekomaru on a level she just doesn't with the other characters. He helps her find her footing in the world and helps pull her from her survival instincts. And Akane gives Nekomaru motivation and purpose in an awful situation. As long as Akane is around, Nekomaru works his hardest to keep everyone's spirits light and make sure people are kept safe. As long as he's doing that, Akane can feel safe too.

But just on a basic chemistry level, it's hard to beat out a pair who match each other's energy so well. They're both loud, into roughhousing, can be a little dense, but both try their best to contribute. There's no real judgment between them. Just real, genuine affection and friendship.

And let's be real, the writers totally ship it. 😚

[Footnote: Me and my friend have the personal headcanon that the reason Nekomaru let's lose and trains so hard with Akane is because of his heart condition. It's always held him back, so once he gets put into a killing game where everyday could be his last he decides "fuck it" and tears up the beach with Akane because why not have some fun?]

[merbear25]

hii!!! sorry i forgot to specify gender- trans male reader 😭😭

mayuri was definitely. unnerving. seeing him at first … especially with how he treated nemu, you’re very right!! i started to really like him after his fight with szayelaporro, hes very interesting ^_^

-🐊 anon

Hello again!! I attached the original ask because it'd help with context. Thank you for sending something in, my lovely 🐊 anon. I hope you like it and are still enjoying Bleach 💜🧡

There would be no feelings—that was the agreement. He was in no position to take on a partner, seeing as his business took up far too much of his freetime. Even with knowing he wouldn’t give you what you really wanted, you couldn’t help yourself; you kept coming back for more.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, trans m!reader, hard sex, penetrative sex, general terms used for reader, top surgery scars briefly mentioned, undefined relationship, angst

Blurred lines (Crocodile)

A man like him was hard to get close to. Well, that was only half true. Physical intimacy could be given out like playing cards, but it so rarely was an entry to many’s hearts. 

“What were you doing messing around with a man like him?” You often asked yourself this question but never had the answer. Suppose you developed genuine feelings for him—you already had. Suppose you decided to confront him about your feelings—you wouldn’t be so brave. Suppose there was a chance he returned your love—wishful thinking, that was all it was.

Each time that familiar pain rattled in your chest, it was momentarily soothed by the affection shown in the bedroom behind closed doors, where only the two of you know of your relationship. A band-aid plastered on the open wound only to be ripped off at your darkest hour, and yet he was the only one who made you feel alive.

A tango with the wolf who had shed his sheep’s clothing brought on obvious danger, but were you wrong to crave more? You shouldn’t keep going back, let alone fall for him. The heart wanted what the heart wanted.

Escorted to the premise just as discreetly as all the times before, as you climbed the steps to the chambers of hot and cold relations, that unsettling pain spread throughout your chest.

The fire was set—leaving the embers to dance with the life that would emanate within the room without long. The bed was made with those silky sheets you commented on liking once—filling your head with thoughts that your opinion was held in high regard. The man who you’d be lying with—a thrill that accompanied each rendezvous.

The world was treacherous even on its calm days, and although you knew he’d never truly offer you solace from the gale force winds, you took comfort in his arms if only for a night.

His hands favor your hips. He guided you closer to him, and you allowed him to press against you. The grip he had tightened. Your hands found their way to his chest, already clinging to the fabric covering the body that kept you awake at night when apart.

Taking handfuls of the backside that left him wanting more, he leaned in closely. His lips ghosted yours as if savoring the light gasps that left them. So frail and weak on the outside but a starved attention whore deep within.

“You like how I touch you, don’t you?” A low grumble trailed past your ear.

Your fingers raked down his chest. The way your smaller frame seemed to fit so perfectly with his was a weapon you wielded.

“I especially love when you throw me around and pin me into whatever position you need to have me in.” Your voice lulled him into the trance he would never admit being under.

“Such a naughty thing.” He picked you up effortlessly and tossed you on the bed. Swiftly tugging your bottoms off, you eagerly ripped your shirt off. 

When he flipped you on your stomach, you arched your back—a succulent piece of meat ready to be devoured.

He ran his hand down your back, letting it linger on your ass before landing a rough slap to it. That yelp you made never failed to put a sadistic smile on his face. His hand gripped your soft flesh, unable to resist spreading you. The way your breath quickened had you squeezing each sensitive nerve under his watchful gaze.

Without warning, he spit on your most private area. His saliva was dripping down your taint, serving as a pathetic excuse for lube as he plunged a finger in. Your body took to him instantly, wrapping around his thick finger and meeting his pumps with your own bucking enthusiasm.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last time?” He leaned down. With a fair amount of his body weight on you, your breaths quickened from the increased pressure. “Or are you just being greedy?”

He put in a second finger. His eyes stayed on your face, intently watching as the pleasure he was giving you etched on your face. Your body squirmed and withered under him, making you move further from where he wanted you. He slammed his hook over your neck. The sudden force of the chilled metal made you shriek.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

You huffed and panted, quaked and groaned: each sound and reaction you had was pushing his control to its limit. With your shame tightening around him, you were just about to go over that edge.

He pulled out. Your begs for more were only met with a low laugh—such a pathetic mess you were.

You felt as light as a feather when he manhandled you—flipped and turned however he desired you. On your back was one of your favorites. Adoring how his hand wandered over your torso, grazing your scars just to find your perky nipples. As embarrassing as you once thought, Crocodile couldn’t get enough of those sweet moans when he pinched and plucked at them. 

The heat nipping at your cheeks only added to your allure. Your legs trembled from the unexpected gentle caress between your legs. Such tenderness had your body rutting and pressing against his hand, yearning for more while desperately wanting more of what he was offering.

“Such a needy thing.” He grunted while positioning himself between your legs. The gaping hole of your arousal was beginning to twitch from the lack of attention. Slapping his cock against you, he barely gave you a moment before pushing inside of you.

A guttural groan sounded through the room as he picked up the pace. The way your body moved from the force of his hips combined with the silky fabric posed a slight issue—you escaping from him.

He pinned you under his hook once more, growling from the way you cried out. With your shoulders smacking against the metal and your lower half unable to stop shaking from your quickly approaching climax, you clung to him to help stabilize yourself.

“S-so good…” You whimpered through a clenched jaw.

Each thrust, your entire body stroking him fully, the choked gasps: you were perfect. A final thrust, he pulled out to coat you and the body he owned with layers of white hot lust.

Your shared high had the stars lingering in your vision, giving him an appearance that was far more angelic than he deserved. Gazing down at you, the same warmth was undoubtedly reciprocated. But he was a man with no time to commit to a relationship. That was what he told himself

[sepetajmikolikomehoces]

Bojure snuggles. They’re so cute together, don’t you think? Did you have any thoughts about that tonight?

Oh, I had thoughts. So many thoughts. 630 words worth of thoughts, in fact.

He knows his reputation. Muca. Cat man. Sunshine. Jure is even man enough to admit he quite enjoys them, even plays up on his monikers on more than one occasion. Always a smile, always lands on his feet. Well, mostly. There was that incident in Dublin. And the hunting tower. And the time with the–

He knows. The others know. They know him well enough now to keep the metaphorical door open, because just like cats, Jure will choose his moments of intimacy. He’s just as likely to – quite literally – hang off any of them, as he is to withdraw, to be happy and content in his little bubble. 

It’s a balance, and his scales seem to always be a grain away from tipping this way or that. Jure doesn’t mind, not usually. Not so long as the step from one to the other is easy. A hug, a touch. Spending precious freetime in his garden, phone turned off. They are gradual, he can always feel the shift, can prepare, can plan.

It’s worse when the pendulum swings too far, too fast. Jure loves what he does, would not choose anything else in the world, no one else to share it with. And it’s fine when it’s euphoria, when it’s love like light and energy in his veins and Jure flies high and thinks maybe this is the time he can stay. 

(or at least not crash)

It’s fine. Until it isn’t. Until he is horizontal on stage, tired to the bone. Until he needs a week away from everything. Until he needs closeness like he’ll perish without it but can’t find the right words to ask for it.

“Stay.”

Bojan’s hand on his shoulder is gentle, sending shudders through his body. Everything is happening so much, so quickly, and it’s exciting. New single, new tour, hype and excitement. And Jure is so, so, so tired. The idea of driving home has been haunting him for the past hour as they wrapped up another long day, but home is home.

Quiet.

His own bed.

Too quiet.

Alone.

“Kris has a family thing tomorrow, he’ll stay at home,” Bojan continues, voice gentle and even. “Come over. You can– Don’t feel like you need to drive back home tonight. It was a long day for all of us.”

Jure hesitates, pauses in his efforts to tidy up something that has been in order for a while already.

“I don’t…”

“Please. Please, stay.”

Maybe he and Bojan are the same in a way, Jure thinks as he nods, finally looking up to meet Bojan’s gaze. Fine until they aren’t. How many times have they not ended up seeking each other out for comfort, equally tactile when their moments align? 

So, he goes. Follows Bojan home, follows Bojan’s lead, follows follows follows until within the safety of four walls two arms open and take him. Jure could melt when fingers gingerly thread through his hair, fingertips digging into his lower back and his spine seemingly unlocking vertebrae by vertebrae. His nose pressed against the crook of Bojan’s neck, the warmth and scent there familiar and comforting. From far away, words filter through, slowly unfolding meaning and intent, lining themselves up to lead him home like lanterns in the night.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Like the nap shared on the pullout sofa bed.

Like Bojan clinging to him in tears after Martin’s last gig with them.

Like too many nights in Hamburg, in London, on the bus; wordlessly seeking comfort, always finding arms that will open.

Like now. The steady thump of Bojan's heart, fingertips drawing meaningless shapes from the nape of his neck down his spine and back up. It’s closeness like he needs it. Jure sighs, long and slow, and drifts off to sleep.

[waltz-malice]

𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘. its me. your husband. anyhow could you perchance give us(me) some welt yang x reader hcs >.< specifically with stellaron hunter!reader because im Very Subtle. thank you i love you ― 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀fait ♥

a/n: Oh man i wonder who this is heh BUT HELLO PARFAIT i'd love to deliver the old man yaoi content you happen to desire... i love you too, i hope you enjoyed this, i went a bit more freeform with this stellaron hunter reader but i had a blast with it regardless! (it's a lot of set up for possible continuations of this scenario and specific reader But i wasn't sure where to go with a general prompt) (ignore how bad i am with fight scene descriptions)

The Whims of Fate.

welt yang x stellaron hunter reader!

word count: 1,511 . . .

In a literal sense, Welt Yang and you were adversaries. The Stellaron Hunters had clashed time and time again with the Astral Express, even if it did turn out the wanted criminals had unknown motives for wanting the Nameless to succeed in their ventures.

There were simply too many questions without answers for Welt Yang to have a concrete opinion against or for the Stellaron Hunters just yet, but that didn’t mean that your faction’s capabilities and destructive habits could be excused. He was in no position to detain or arrest any one of the Stellaron Hunters, but the fights that came from their opposing positions needed to be handled regardless of the end result.

So, yes, Welt Yang had faced down with the Stellaron Hunters’ members both directly and indirectly before, but he had to admit that he hadn’t gained much of an understanding of your motives before compared to other members like Kafka or Firefly.

You were quite the enigma, someone who under normal circumstances would’ve never been expected to join such a destructive group of outlaws; a follower of the path of Preservation, your abilities were much more geared towards defense compared to the combat prowess the other Hunters seemed to hold. Even your behavior was much more peaceful and dare he say docile in contrast…

So why? Why would you follow Elio so willingly? What had you seen – what had you gone through to cling to the notion that this was the way things must be done?

These were questions Welt Yang’s mind had often drifted to in his freetime, and today it seemed like he’d at least have a slim opportunity to get some sort of answer out of you. On a small commercial-oriented planet just a little out of the way of the Astral Express crew’s next destination, that’s where he’d found you; even you had the tendency to stick out like a sore thumb amongst the usual crowds, whether destruction was what surrounded you or otherwise.

It just so happened that this was one of the times that the Stellaron Hunters left chaos in their wake, and though Welt Yang was on his own for the moment, he couldn’t just stand by and let you sew such seeds of distress, could he? With a terse frown and a quickening pace, he closed the distance between you, his cane at the ready for the inevitable combat that would ensue.

“For criminals who have their bounties placed on every wanted board within the galaxy… you’d think you’d grow to be far more discreet in your business,” Welt Yang commented dryly, voice lacking amusement as the acrid scent of smoke filled his senses. Of course they had to start a fire, of course they did.

Blade moved to engage, sword at the ready, but you quickly brought a hand up to stop him. The two of you seemed to exchange a wordless agreement before the man backed off, and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters began to retreat entirely with you as their blockade. Were they really just going to leave you behind to defend for yourself, Welt Yang wondered?

Regardless, he couldn’t stand for such an easy end to things. With a hardened look of resolve, Welt Yang brought up his cane and fired off a blast to intercept the others’ getaway, and for a moment it almost seemed like it worked. He wasn’t a fool to underestimate your capabilities, however, not after his many years in combat.

And so, when the smoke cleared and a gold barrier had retained no damage in its action of barring Welt Yang from both you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters, he was hardly surprised. From behind the shield, your smile almost seemed apologetic, though — that was what astonished him.

“I’m afraid ‘discreet’ simply isn’t in our line of business, Mister Welt Yang,” You chuckled a bit sheepishly, your friendliness a stark contrast to the tenseness of the situation, but Welt Yang quickly recovered.

“As I’ve come to notice,” Welt Yang huffed, and for a moment he was almost amused by the entirety of the situation; he didn’t allow the sentiment to linger for long, though, and the brief flash of a half-smile disappeared as he brought his cane down yet again. “Even so, whether it’s the norm for you or not, it’s something I simply can’t let slide.”

Without so much as a pause between his words, another potent blast of energy surged forth and hit the shield with even greater strength, and Welt Yang watched with a hint of satisfaction as your eyes widened, the barrier itself cracking. And yet, that emotion too was left behind as the shield broke into countless shards of golden glass, only for these shards to come hurtling towards him with barely enough time to register the attack.

Cursing underneath his breath, Welt Yang managed to dodge and deflect most of the projectiles, but a few cut through his defenses all the same. With a few tears in both flesh and clothing, he realized then that you were perhaps more capable at self defense than he’d first thought you to be.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, I assure you,” Even your own expression had lost its warmth to an extent, instead replaced by your own sense of determination as you brought up yet another shield between yourself and Welt Yang as he recovered. “But this is simply the way things must be done, Mister Yang; whether you understand why or not. Forgive me for the time we’re about to waste here…”

“Then tell me why! You can’t expect people not to find faults in your actions if you constantly avoid a proper explanation or reasoning for it all, can you?” Welt Yang pressed back as he forced you to guard yourself yet again, slowly but surely backing you further and further towards the railing that your teammates had disappeared over just moments before.

This time, Welt Yang opted for a simple swing of his cane, a sudden and blunt move that caught you off guard — you barely had time to dodge the attack before he’d promptly cracked the cane against your temple, sending you crashing down onto your back from the weight of the blow. Apparently, your defensive capabilities had weak points in the simple case of physical attacks… at least the unexpected ones, but perhaps he’d just been lucky. Regardless, Welt Yang took the chance to kneel down before you instead of attacking yet again while you were down, even going as far as to offer you a hand and a look that urged you to understand his reasoning.

“Tell me. Perhaps you do have justifiable reasons for your actions, even to the point we could be allies… but how will I ever know if you expect me to read your mind?” Welt Yang’s tone was nearly pleading as he pushed further, and for a moment, he was almost sure he’d gotten through to you.

Unfortunately, whatever had brought you to align with the Stellaron Hunters in the first place was enough to keep you loyal to them through and through; Welt Yang’s hopes of finding answers were crushed as your eyes narrowed and, with a swift kick to his chest that sent him off balance more than anything, you brought up yet another glowing shield between yourself and him.

“It’s not my story to tell, Mister Welt Yang. You’ll understand in time — everyone will, but until that time, I’m afraid the script is not yours to read,” You stated firmly and without room for argument, and before Welt Yang could so much as get to his feet, your own shield had begun to dig into the cement between the two of you, cutting clean through the ground and causing the entirety of the ledge he’d backed you against to crumble completely.

“Wait–!” Welt Yang tried to protest, to try and at least reason with you one last time, but it was too late. You fell from the ledge, and before he could properly break through the shield and get to you, the SAM suit of Firefly had already caught you; had she been laying in wait for you to fall all along?

Whatever the answer to that may be, or any of the other questions nagging at Welt Yang’s mind at that moment, none of these queries went answered like he had hoped. He could only sigh and stand, dusting himself off and wincing as he finally noticed the stinging pain of the cuts within his arms. He’d have to tend to those soon…

But for now, Welt Yang was as content as he could be to make the trek back to the Express — while that confrontation hadn’t gone as he’d hoped, he knew your words would be floating around his mind for days to come, just as his would hopefully be plaguing yours. Next time, he assured himself, next time he’d sit down and have a proper conversation with you and expand on the foundations he’d dug today.

[fuckyesnessian]

Creator Highlight #9 - @unhealthyfanobsession

Welcome back to Nessian Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

Today we'd like to highlight @unhealthyfanobsession! If you've never met them, @unhealthyfanobsession write both fabulous nessian fanfiction AND creates thoughtful and detailed meta that many readers may have missed.

Their passion for nessian extends to the fabulous fics they've put together. @unhealthyfanobsession fleshes out their characters, expands upon their relationships, and fills in the gaps in order to create a satisfying arc for our favorite pairing.

Check out some of our favorites below, or check out their masterlist HERE:

Amidst The Madness: Love and war have always followed the same rules: Quick to ignite, slow to extinguish. There aren't many things Cassian has dared to openly want in his 500 years of existence. Not even the position he currently occupies as Lord of Windahaven (far too lofty a spot for nothing more than a well-blodded bastard, if you ask the other Illyrian Lords), but from the second Nesta Archeron stepped foot in his camp, the entire world ebbed into a single truth.

She is his.

He is hers.

Everything else - the war he is meant to lead, the people relying on him, the legacy he should be fighting to protect, cease to exist the second his eyes are caught in roiling silver flames. There is pain in this female, his female. And retribution will be exacted. Rhysand has his war, and now so does Cassian. Whether the two align ... only Nesta can give that order.

Golden Threads of Time:

Nesta and Cassian have never required blades or leathers to spar with each other. Weapons change, battles are fought and won and lost and white flags are waved. They say things they don't mean, do things they regret. They aren't good at this. Love. Neither of them grew up knowing what that emotion was, so of course they didn't recognize it when it wrapped its fickle fist around their hearts. No, Nesta and Cassian are not good at love. But what they have is not love. It is life. Bright, passionate, blinding, and vital to their very being's as oxygen. One does not love to breathe, they simply die without it. Nesta and Cassian are not a love story... they are an inevitability.

A collection of Nessian drabbles and one-shots posted from my Tumblr (UnhealthyFanObsession). Some pre-ACOSF, some Post-ACOSF, some in an alternate timeline that I just made up and ran away with. Some smut, some sweet, some angst. Enjoy!

Assentio Mentium:

Assentio Mentium: Latin. Commonly used legal maxim literally translated to “The meeting of minds”. A central tenet of contract law meaning that no understanding can be reached unless both parties are of the same mind going into the agreement.

From the moment they met in a prep course for the Bar exam, Cassian knew that he had found the love of his life. Brash, outspoken, brilliant, gorgeous, and above all, passionate. Nesta Archeron was perfect for him. And he was perfect for her. All he had to do was make her see that. This might just be his hardest case yet.

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[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic dec 15 (only 8 days late lol) - game - 1.8k words - cw: heavy making out, sweat licking lol (they're animals)

pt3 of the charmed mistletoe thingy <3 (part 1, part 2 exclusively on ao3)

this is Not proofread *summersaults away*

After those first two times it seems to evolve into a bit of a game for James. 

It’s late in the afternoon as Regulus is walking back to the dorms from Runes by himself. 

Barty had disappeared as soon as young, mellow-minded Babbling had opened her mouth to announce the end of today’s lesson to do whatever it is he does in his freetime away from his friends—write essays for Seven Years in exchange for Firewhisky, plot the downfall of the Ministry, probably. 

Meanwhile Pandora and Evan should just be done with their last period too right now—Care of Magical Creatures over by the Greenhouses this semester. Something about Kettleburn having them tend to the Niffler eggs. Regulus doesn’t even want to know.

Coming out of the Middle Tower, instead of taking a left and heading straight for the way leading to the dungeons, he keeps walking into the Middle Courtyard.

He already sees a free window alcove he can settle himself down in to wait for his friends to arrive when he rounds the old stone archway and collides with someone.

Regulus grunts and there’s only a moment of irritation before it’s washed away by the next ghust of air carrying citrus, spice and an obscene amount of broom polish, wood, leather and sweat.

“Oh, you’re fucking ki—”

“Oops,” James says, where he’s got his arms wrapped around Regulus, sounding not very sorry at all.

“You–” Regulus rears back, as far as the magic sticking his feet to the ground allows him to, and pulls back to hit James in the chest—which doesn’t do a lot at the moment, sadly, given James’ Quidditch padding under the uniform, “foul, loathsome, evil little—”

“Now, now,” James chuckles. His brown skin is tinted scarlet on the cheeks and nose from the cold and exertion of practice and still gleaming with drying sweat.

Regulus does not think about licking him. “I despise you.”

“Sure,” James nods, tone sarcastically affirmative, moving in, “Pucker up, baby. I gotta hit the showers and then subject myself to the horrors of writing two feet of an at least Exceeds Expectations worthy essay for Sluggy.”

Regulus gives him a practised sneer, “You must’ve been hit in practice one too many times if you think you will get a kiss from me like this.”

James’ lips twitch, “And why’s that, love?”

“You reek,” Regulus scolds. Lies. 

Like a liar. 

A dirty, rotten liar, who lies.

James shrugs one shoulder, “And your breath still smells like lunch.”

Regulus’ heart stops beating. He’s pretty sure if you’re watching closely enough you were just able to see his soul leave his body for a second, warp outside, make his edges blurry. Regulus might be sick.

“What?”

“Great, now that we’ve both said something untrue, why don’t we move ommpf–”

“Fuck you,” Regulus spits, shaking his hand where his knuckles are starting to throb from the repeated hitting.

 “Y’know,” James stops rubbing his side and promptly reels Regulus in by his wrist. “With the way your eyes are blitzing this is kind of getting me going.”

With the close proximity it’s a little harder to think clearly now. Regulus feels his brows knit deeper, feels his body unclench when one of James’ palms finds the small of his back. 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Wanna find out how much?” James rasps, licking his lips. His eyes are lidded, dark lashes long behind his wire framed glasses. His hair is even more of an atrocity than usual thanks to the helmet he wore, standing in all kinds of directions or plastered to his skull and forehead in some places. 

It’s annoyingly similar to the way James had looked after Regulus had unthinkingly tousled it their previous time under a mistletoe.

As if James knows the turn his thoughts have taken he squeezes slightly at Regulus’ hand, murmuring, “Remember last time? How good it felt? Because I do.”

James’ eyes are boring so hard into Regulus he feels like being lit on fire from the inside.

“And I know you did, love–Don’t even try to deny it.”

Regulus still slowly shakes his head, even as his fingers curl in the harness straps of James’ chest padding.

“Come get another taste, Regs.” James nudges their noses together, “I’m all yours.”

Those three words do something a little unhinged to Regulus. 

It makes him want to take a bite out of James. Get a taste of the consistency of him between his teeth and then feel him slide down his oesophagus in a gooey, wet pile. Dig claws in, break the skin and make him bleed. Mark him up. 

It’s truly wondrous that Regulus is able to get anything out other than a feral, hungry snarl.

He doesn’t know what ethereal might overcomes him when he mutters, with the steadfastness of a shaky leaf in a tornado, “Only the cheek.”

A dark brow rises over the rim of James’ glasses, “Only the cheek, huh?”

Regulus manages a nod, a shaky breath leaving him on the exhale.

“Fine then,” James whispers, leaning in.

He does it just like the first time.

His thumb on the underside of Regulus’ chin, other fingers splayed over his jawbone and guiding him to the side. Warm breath, then even warmer lips pressing right forth.

Not shy at all. Going right after what he wants.

Lips lifting and there’s only a single second of immobility before there’s a second kiss. And a third.

Steadily moving lower, growing a little bolder, more open mouthed. Less of that barely there stubble, more of the slick satiny inside of James’ mouth.

And with the skin to skin contact Regulus has apparently been completely abandoned by this higher force because his traitorous body leans into the delicious treatment. Head tilting to the side accommodatingly, lids fluttering and own lips parting around a quiet groan.

The hinge of Regulus’ jaw is being explored, a small detour to nip at his earlobe and then James sets his lips down over the patch of skin behind and latches on.

Regulus makes a sound he didn’t know he was capable of, clutching harder at James.

Who responds with a rough hum of his own, pulling them closer together with his strong arm around Regulus’ waist.

“James,” Regulus breathes, one hand coming up to his neck. “James.”

The older boy makes a noise to show either his attention or his displeasure at being disrupted, Regulus isn’t really sure.

And then James lays his tongue out flat and licks a stripe up the side of Regulus’ throat.

The absolute animal. Disgusting, heinous, damning, irritatingly sexy, stupid man. 

Somebody call the Ministry and tell them Santa is real because it must be a miracle that Regulus doesn’t pass out from that on the fucking spot.

He does however let yet another moan slip he cannot help and then tries tugging James back. “Ok, ok, James. That– that’s enough.”

This seems not to fit into James’ aka Mister Eager and Enthusiastuc’s agenda going off of the pained noise he lets out against Regulus’ throat.

That is until Regulus speaks again.

Because he’s reached some kind of epiphany or maybe a deja vu of sorts because the second James’ tongue had made contact with Regulus’ skin all he could think was, “My turn.”

James stills against him, draws back, wide eyed and hazy looking with his stupid big baby cow brown eyes and Regulus doesn’t let himself think about it but instead moves right in.

Doesn’t really bother with niceties as he immediately presses his lips to the edge of James’ jaw. The stubble prickles slightly and James makes a wheezing noise, head rolling to the side.

Regulus’ lips lift into a smile, chest burning and an excited shiver whacking through him at James’ reaction.

He smells spicy and musky and salty so Regulus mimics the path down.

Until he can’t help himself anymore and open his mouth to finally taste. 

It’s glorious, sweat and citrus and James, the boy over him moaning at an indecent volume.

James curses, sounding breathless, “Regs.”

Regulus responds by sucking at the patch of skin again,

“Fuck, please– Yes, so good.” James babbles, “You’re so good, so sweet. So good to me.”

Then there’s fingers driving through the short curls at the back of Regulus’ head and he pants against James before leaning in and letting himself use his teeth.

Just graze but James makes another one of those obscene noises, half moan half curse and then the fingers in his hair are clenching.

Keeping Regulus in place for James to chase his mouth again. Fed up, seemingly, with having to stay still. Or too overwhelmed, Regulus doesn’t care because James is pressing their lips together again and it’s heaven.

Regulus hears the angels sing, the bells jingle. Christmas magic.

He lets out a satisfied noise, arching closer and then, because James is rude and always ruins it, he moves back.

“Wait, wai–” cuts off when Regulus steals another kiss, grip iron on James’ neck, “Reg, love.”

Regulus lifts down from the balls of his feet with an incredulous noise, raising his brows impatiently at James.

This one’s eyes flit all over his face for a moment and Regulus instantly becomes hyper aware of the way his cheeks feel warm and his lips swollen.

“Come to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday,” James mutters.

“No,” Regulus answers reflexively. And moves in to get another kiss.

Which James breaks again. 

Regulus huffs. He’s starting to get irritated.

James takes his chin between thumb and forefinger. “Go on a date with me,” he starts, a tone in his voice before he licks into Regulus mouth again. For just a moment before he adds, “Or you’ll have to wait for another mistletoe to catch us to kiss me.”

And– hold on a second.

“Pardon?” Regulus inquires, trying to blink the haze out of his head.

James gives another quick kiss to Regulus’ slack mouth, smiling faintly, “You heard me.”

“You actually think you can blackmail me this way?”

“Christmas season is only for another few days, love,” James counters. “The mistletoes will be gone before you can say Chinese Chomping Cabbage.”

Regulus bites the inside of his cheek for a moment. 

“What if I say yes?”

There’s a flash of teeth with James’ lips curling up at the corner and then he’s moving in again, tilting back Regulus’ head.

Regulus gasps into the kiss, with the way James is brushing their still spit slick lips together.

James hums when Regulus fingers find their way onto the front of James’ practice long sleeve. It’s low and rumbly, and Regulus feels it where their chests are pressed together, prompting him to make a high pitched noise of his own.

James draws it out this time with a few more slower sweet kisses, leaving Regulus all jittery.

“This has happened for the third time now,” James says conspiratorially, toying with a curl at Regulus’ ear.

“So?” Regulus huffs.

James hums, “You know what they say, Regs.”

Regulus shudders, making James lips lift.

“Once is happenstance, twice is barely a coincidence and trice is fa—”

Regulus is already rounding the corner, fleeing, as his ears gleam crimson.

“You can't run from it, Reg! Tis the season of love!” James calls after him, cackling. “See you Saturday morning!”

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

Just started the newest ZZZ special episode and... it's giving me 2nd-hand rage.

You know how in cartoons (usually comedy ones) a character will have a bunch of garbage happening around them, but they're not mad because they feel like they 'shouldn't be', so you, as the viewer, get mad for them.

Anyway that's how I feel about Yanagi's story so far.

Yanagi is essentially raising 3 children in the form of her colleagues.

Soukaku is mildly forgivable, only because my personal headcanon is that her mental growth has been stunted one way or another, and it's revealed why Yanagi takes care of her in Yanagi's teaser. So I can forgive that well enough.

But Miyabi is a different case. It's stated that she passed on all the paperwork to Yanagi, and constantly tries to get out of meetings. I know that meetings and paperwork is unpleasant, but you're the CHIEF ffs! Take some responsibility!

While Zhu Yuan had boundaries in the workplace, such as not working overtime when her job was done, Yanagi seems to have the opposite

Miyabi doesn't seem to stop or suggest stopping this kind of thing to keep her health intact either!

Harumasa isn't as bad as Miyabi, but he's not great either, as he constantly wants to slack off whenever possible.

This is the equivalent of having to do a group project with 3 unmotivated people that want to dilly-dally and sidetrack every possible conversation to avoid doing work, and ultimately, you have to take on the whole damn thing by yourself.

I'm not trying to say that the rest of Section 6 don't love or care about Yanagi at all, they obviously do, and if Yanagi had a heart attack from underlying cardiovascular disease (due to her immense work stress), the three would likely visit her hospital bed (if she was still alive, anyway, since women die from heart attacks more frequently, and she's often left either on her own, or with what is basically an incompetent child who wouldn't know the first thing about strokes or those kinds of problems)

But I don't think Miyabi would learn that this toxic asf work environment is the thing killing her, and would go back to not caring about Yanagi staying late after the first month or two of the incident.

I think the thing that peeves me the most, is how all three of them act like whiny children with Yanagi around.

As I mentioned, Soukaku is mostly excusable, since she has stunted mental growth.

But fucking Miyabi, crying about not wanting to attend a meeting, or Harumasa who faked a fucking stomachache to skip work?!

This is your job, not Elementary School! I hope one of your vacation days were snatched!

I make a big deal out of this, because I don't think that anyone should have a parent-child relationship with their colleagues, unless there is an underlying condition wherein you are the person's caretaker (Soukaku)

I would never want a parent-like relationship with a spouse, nor one with a friend. Hell, I don't need a parent-like relationship at all, since I'm an adult.

Likewise, a child's parent shouldn't be a bosom buddy.

I might just be projecting a little bit, or getting too personal, because I never want to have kids ever, and I've seen people with this kind of lifestyle where they baby everyone around them, and get fucked with little-to-no freetime, heightening blood pressure due to stress, and a lot of pent-up feelings because they can't communicate to their friends, because they treat their friends as children, and their friends treat them as a parent.

Anyways, I'm not very far into the Special Episode, so maybe Yanagi snaps somewhere or has an emotional breakdown where Section 6 (specifically Harumasa and Miyabi) can see how much Yanagi is doing, and they help to rectify this, by eventually creating a much better workplace to live in.

A lifestyle like this can't go on forever, and I hope the negative effects are shown.

[sasster]

Getaway

Don’t know how we got here, but! Here we are. If you see typos, no you didn’t. [Doc]

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Dreams, for those who have them, are an unappreciated gift. Because the prophet does not possess the ability to conjure his own, ironic as that might be all things considered, he must stick to rooting in the minds of others so that he may steal theirs. This way he can, for a moment, drift off into a sweet fantasy and leave the headache of the waking world behind him. Heaven knows he has had no shortage of headaches recently; Mettling Roatuses, handsy fathers, and whiny bratty godlings included.

The process is a simple one, Cylion need only enter a sort of meditation, push away his own thoughts, and allow the constant vibrations of the unconscious minds that surround him to cross the threshold of his own consciousness. The ones he has made a visit to in the past buzz at a higher frequency in an attempt to lull him into the security of a familiar mind, when he chooses to reach beyond them, he finds the tentative hum of dreamers that have not had the pleasure of hosting him. In times of boredom, he would follow that thread as far as it went and test the outer limits of his dream hopping and mending.

Neither business nor boredom brought him here, though, so he lays in his bed and chews on the decision of where to go while his mind begins to flood with the hopes, aspirations, dread, and regret of the people around him. Mostly followers, he thinks, and the last thing he wants to waste his freetime on is Nymira’s following fawning over her.

He has had quite enough of fawning over Nymira these days. Ugh, the thought is nearly enough to throw his focus off altogether. Thankfully, he doesn’t get to dwell on that idea for too long before something interesting draws his attention. A mind that he visited in the past but has not seen in some time reveals itself to him.

In practicing to be the perfect prophet for the mutant dreamer, Cylion had become very good at picking out whose thoughts he would find himself swimming in. Magical to an observer, but to him it is as much a science as picking up color coded folders and knowing which one is math and which one is history. Only a moron could mistake the psyche of someone like Somnia for, say, Nymira.

Motivations change the flavor, experience influences the color.

The mind that reaches out to him vibrates at a frequency not dissimilar to his own fathers. A vile mind, steeped in the sort of cruelty that is somehow mindless let calculated at the same time. Such a mind that a more timid man might want to keep it miles away, but Cylion’s curiosity is only piqued; Minds do not just drop off of the grid once he has mingled with them, barring death, and they certainly do not crop back up out of nowhere either.

Something tells him he knows exactly who it belongs to even before he starts to dig into it.

“I wonder what the devil dreams of.” He muses to himself, which is the same as speaking out loud when in this state.

The rest of the vibrating bubbles of consciousness melt away in sync with the bed as he negotiates communication with the mind of his new subject, he has no intention of fabricating so he allows the scene to wash over him. The ceiling is replaced by the thick canopy of a forest, it brings along with it the smell of wet earth. Towering trees crowd his vision, save for a path that leads down to a clearing meant for a large building. Nearby running water completes the scene and it is all draped in a thick curtain of melancholy.

One man’s longing is another man’s relaxation, it seems.

Cylion finds his legs and sets off down the path towards the clearing, the satisfying crunch of leaves under his feet is more clear to him than anything he’d stumbled in on a whim before.

At the clearing he finds the purple blood, unmoving and staring wordlessly out in front of him. When the dreamer is certain that his visitor is within earshot, he speaks.

“He dreams of home.” Persep answers his question, turning to face him on the approach. “Or what is left of it.”

Not entirely surprised to see the man, but somehow put off by the sight of him without his face paint and stitches, as though he’d expected the man to dream himself in that state, Cylion raises both of his eyebrows. Then his lips quirk into a smile.

“Are you trying to get sympathy from me?” He comes to stand directly beside him. “That’s rich.”

“I am only answering your question. You’re visiting me, after all. What are you running from, Holy One?”

Cylion makes a face that causes Persep to flash him with a quick grin.

“Not so holy then? It’s rare that you imagine yourself without the flower these days. Isn’t it part of the holy look?”

The yellow blood sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes while Persep, ever the lucid dreamer, materializes a replica sunflower in his hand. Cylion digs the tip of his toes into the earth mindlessly.

“This divinity shit is so frustrating.”

“Imagine the real thing. It’s a bitch.”

“Hard pass.”

Persep lets out a bark of a laugh, turning the flower over in his hands. “Cowardice earns you nothing.”

“Courage burns your hive down?”

“Something like that. You didn’t answer my question.”

 “Hm?”

“What are you running from that you’ve found your solace with the devil?” He asks again, humored.

Cylion heaves out a sigh and drops to sit with his legs crossed, staring at the space where the puppet master’s home used to live and admiring the detail of the fire singed grass.

“I don’t know. Everything?”

[undead-furbies]

I (Host) have gotten tons of diagnoses and I've been able to deal with everything by far but even the thought of ALSO having OSDD / DID is just so mortifying.

I'm fine with being neurodivergent because it has its good side (like being super productive if the subject is interesting and having strong sense of justice etc)

Im also fine with having PTSD an chronic depression. It sucks but atleast I know how to deal with them. I just gotta avoid triggers and hang onto my daily routines and keep contact with my friends so that I don't isolate myself and continue taking care of myself.

BUT THIS FRICKING DISSOCIATIVE SHIT I CANT I JUST HATE IT (Hello its me Holder kinda co fronting now lol)

Like the fuck you mean I can't have my body just for myself??? And my freetime isn't just for myself??? And I have to buy things for other alters who 1) didn't earn the money and 2) were actively protesting against going to work???

Im sorry this is too much. This is my fucking breaking point. Why isn't it enough that Im neurodivergent and depressed and traumatized? Why do I also gotta be like 5 different people fighting over what we wanna do after work and whether or not we should cut our hair ????

Just make it stop I just wanna have some agency in my own life like I used to have back when I didn't even know I had alters and just thought they were funky demons posessing me sometimes

At least I didn't need to buy them clothes back then

[grilledcheese-aspiration]

a discussion idea! (long post)

my husband and i were chatting last night while cleaning up dinner; he pitched a fun idea that could be a great topic of discussion in the simblr community. maybe this should be a SQotD submission - IDK but: he asked how i feel about sims 2 expansion packs now compared to when they came out. initially, i said "yeh idk, i guess the same?" and that was that.

i put a more thought towards his question and realized, i do feel a bit differently about some of the EPs now compared to when they came out - all under the cut!

university: i was SO SO excited about it bc i didnt go away to college like my friends did so it was a way to vicariously-ish get the experience and a bonus was zombies! now tho? yea i still enjoy it even tho the dormies eventually start pissing me off bc theyre just so damn dumb lmao

nightlife: same level of excitement. i LOVE cities and i love vampires too. this scratched the "i need to go downtown chicago" itch when i couldnt from lack of transportation and safey being a v smol person afraid of the worst. i played all my sims in "downtown", specifically, 107 Custer Blvd. I made-over that lot dozens of times, it's seen dozens of different families and had a million different lifetimes. Nightlife still stands as my fave TS2 EP and 107 Custer - my all-time favorite lot to play.

open for business: initially, i had ZERO excitement over this pack. i personally, right out of high school basically, had NO interest in working myself (i didnt, i went to community college and got by ok w/ chore-money basically) so why the hell would i want to put my sims to work too?? i also didnt care for the music (i like it more now tho) as an Adult - i do enjoy this pack more than i ever did when i was a clueless near-20-yo. also, love the servos but i dont play w them nearly as much as i should being a bot fan and all. (i should fix that)

pets&seasons: i was pumped for these bc MORE IMMERSION AND REAL LIFE STUFF!!! also, weather and animals LOL. i still love these packs the same as i did when they initially released. just kinda wish plantsims werent annoying for me to play, i love them from afar tho! werewolves are neat but theyre also kind of a PITA to play.

bon voyage: EH i dont really go on vaca a lot myself, my sims dont either for the same reasons: money! im also still scarred from the one time i did send my sims on vaca and they got STUCK THERE!!! it broke all my shit and i had no way of fixing it bc i didnt know about MTS, MATY and etc to ask for help/guidance. RIP to that family lmao i hope theyre still having a nice time in the vaca-void theyre prob still floating around in! (note: ive never found bigfoot, some day i wish to!)

freetime: we all have hobbies right? it was all fine and good until the fire nation attacked i was being inundated with a ton of hobby spam, be it notifications, the hobby sims and the lots. it was a lot. its far more manageable now thanks to mods so i dont mind playing into hobbies. i do appreciate the return of the genie tho!

apartment life: ok, look. i thought this was super cool then but now, after living in apartments myself, i despise them and dont put my sims in them anymore either. i do love the witches tho, prob my fave aspect of this pack!

edit to add rankings: nightlife, seasons, pets, apartment life, uni, ofc, free time then bon voyage lmao

id be interested to hear/read you guys' comparison's to the different EPs we have for Sims 2 or any of the sims games tbh. id go over The Sims but i dont have all day lmao ill make a different post on that some time bc i always get in my feels over the OG.