#i keep coming up with ideas and being like ooooh i could do this

[edsbacktattoo]

hi jams. just doing a lil sweep of the neighbourhood to check that nobody is sitting on any fic wips that would cause widespread emotional devastation. not targeting you in particular bc of your ttb tag or anything. just a routine inspection. you'll barely even notice i'm here

oh my gosh!! it’s the friendly WIP Inspector, lyse!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ thanks so much for stopping by. no we don’t have any WIPS here that will cause widespread emotional devastation! don’t look in the trunk tho. no there’s nothing to see in there. that ttb tag? no that means nothing i swear. nope nothing at all. wait. wait. I promise I have a permit. I HAVE A PERMIT WAIT

[taasgirl]

lover - oscar piastri

summary: y/n is a songwriter who writes plenty of songs however no one realizes that they're made by her (and about oscar hehe)!

a/n: the outcomes of the races are fictional, and the order in which these songs have been written (assume fearless was written this year ygwim?). also no face claim!!

liked by yukitsunoda, oscarpiastri, and 33, 287 others ynusername romance is not dead if you keep it just yours! lovelovelove being able to come home for race day!! i'm so proud of u osc 🩷

oscarpiastri I'm so lucky 🥰 liked by ynusername

user27633 Y/N IS A SWIFTIE CONFIRMED!?!?!

ynusername of course!!

user16372 u literally take the cutest photos of oscar

user82537 y/n quoting paris... i'm so up

yukitsunoda 😆😆

landonorris You're my favourite wag

ynusername wow how considerate

liked by taylorswift, landonorris, and 1, 287, 387 others oscarpiastri Unwinding before Japan 👊

ynusername tehee we're cute

oscarpiastri You're cuter landonorris Get a room

taylorswift ooooh she's working hard @ ynusername

user62584 WHAT THE FUCK ARE U DOING HERE???

user98274 OSCAR IS FRIENDS WITH TAYLOR HUH

user61192 i did not expect to see taylor in the comments of oscar's post tagging y/n!

user92898 no fr like what is going on

user93829 Everyone shut up about taylor look at the beauty that is y/n omd

view ynusername's story...

liked by jackantonoff, phoebebridgers, and 55, 918, 278 others taylorswift In honour of my album 'The Tortured Poets Department' release a week ago, I wanted to thank my biggest musical inspirations! Thank you Jack, Lana, and Y/N for helping me the best artist I could possibly be, without you'd guys I'd be nowhere (thank you y/n for writing the cheesiest, cutest, sexiest songs ever)!!

user51862 who is y/n

user01827 She's dating f1 driver oscar piastri but also now apparently a songwriter idk...

user72973 Wdym thanks y/n for writing?? you're telling me the twitter stans were right??

user62863 y/n is singlehandedly uniting f1 and the swifties

ynusername thank u tay 💓💓

user52868 Girl has been living a double life

user51929 ohhh so this is why taylor was commenting on oscar's post😭

liked by oscarpiastri, taylorswift, and 108, 276 others ynusername well now that the cat is out of the bag, who wants to hear a story? i assume u all said yes.

on one of our first dates, oscar made me a bracelet (yes that one) and i thought (and still think) that it was one of the most romantic gestures. so obviouslyyy i wrote 'lover' about him hehe. yes we only knew each other for at most three months when i wrote it, but i love him so much, he's my forever.

oscarpiastri I love having a singer for a girlfriend (wife one day)

ynusername hello cat boy

user18739 You're telling me that taylor's most romantic song is literally written by my favourite wag about my favourite driver?? i might pass out

ynusername haha yes! i write a lot of songs for tay

landonorris So this song is basically about ur delusions liked by ynusername

user52863 oh now i need to know exactly what songs you've written

user20939 AND PLEASE RECORD COVERS OF THEM TOO

lilymhe wait so you've been friends with taylor the whole time...

lilymhe AND THE SONG THAT I WANT PLAYED AT MY WEDDING IS WRITTEN ABOUT OSCAR?? ynusername oh my god lily HAHA

let me know if you liked this!! i know it's super short but i'm seriously lacking inspo and ideas omd. also i literally love oscar so much.

i'm also working on a few reqs, so if you have a suggestion or request, let me know because i'd love to do it!!

[thelostconsultant]

I will love you 'til the end

pairing: Mark Webber x Piastri!reader

summary: She's been with Mark for years, they're happy, but life can be cruel sometimes...

note: Based on the poll/idea of @theinsanityclause. Sorry for turning it into something bittersweet.

warnings: terminal illness, age gap

She couldn’t really tell when this thing with Mark had begun. Was it back when she started working for Red Bull? Or was it later, when her little brother joined McLaren? It was hard to tell, but honestly, sometimes she couldn’t even care. They were having fun, enjoying those secret meetings on race weekends, and going off the grid during longer breaks if they had the opportunity. Her family suspected that she had someone, but every time they asked, she rolled her eyes and told them she was chronically single. 

There was a twenty-year age gap, but who counted? As long as this worked between them, they couldn’t care less about this little detail. Why they decided to hide from the public was the fact he was Oscar’s manager. Things would surely become awkward if he found out. Her mom? She would probably accept it. But her brother? Not so much. Neither of them wanted to destroy their respective relationships with him, so it was better to stay under the radar for now. 

“What’s the deal with you and Mark?” Max asked once he plopped down next to her with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

With a sigh, she turned to him, doing her best to give him a disapproving look. “I see what you’re doing, and no, you won’t be free of the social team. We spent an entire week trying to come up with concepts you wouldn’t instantly hate, the least you can do is play nice,” she told him sternly.

But he didn’t seem to be bothered by that, he just waved his hand nonchalantly, then leaned a little closer. “I saw the way you were looking at each other. There must be something.”

“He’s my brother’s manager, we’ve known each other for a long time, that’s all. We get along, just as he gets along with everyone from my family,” she explained with a shrug.

But Max wasn’t convinced, he just rolled his eyes and rested his elbow on the back of the couch as he watched her. “Look, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t look at your family members as if he wanted to devour them on the spot. But when he looks at you? Ooooh, he’s smitten with you.” She hid her face into her hands, letting out a groan as she wondered why the Dutchman had to be so perceptive. “Hey, I’m not telling anyone, I swear.”

She believed him. Sure, Max wasn’t known for being the master of keeping secrets, but as long as no one asked him about her love life, she was safe. And so that’s how he became the only person who knew about the two of them, although they didn’t really talk about it again, but there were teasing looks he shot at her when he saw them talking in the paddock.

On Saturday evening, when she entered her hotel room feeling dead tired, all she wanted was to crawl under the blanket to snuggle up to Mark. They had always gotten key cards to each other’s rooms, so every day they agreed where to meet, and tonight it was her turn to host him for the night. But she was running late, it was way past eleven when she arrived, but he was still up, sitting on the bed as he read something on his phone. The corners of his lips curled into a loving smile when he noticed her, and she didn’t hesitate to kick off her shoes and sit down next to him. 

As she placed a kiss on his shoulder, Mark put his phone on the nightstand, then tipped her head back to finally kiss her properly, smiling at the sound of her soft moan as she moved her hand under his shirt, desperate to feel his warm skin under her fingertips. “Long day?” he asked, deliberately planning to make her talk instead of giving her what she’d been craving since their stolen kiss in the paddock earlier that day. 

It was frustrating, really, because all she wanted was being tired out in bed so she could sleep well, but now it seemed like she wasn't getting that tonight. “I missed you,” she replied eventually when he pulled away to rest his forehead against hers. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” 

She heard him gulp at this, his breath caught in his throat from the confession. This wasn’t the first time she had said that, and he already told her these words too, but lately it felt different, it was almost painful for him to hear it. It was understandable. With the number of secrets they were keeping growing all the time, it was only a matter of time before he retreated into a shell to protect himself.

“You don't have to say anything, don't feel like I was trying to pressure you,” she said quietly. 

But when he looked at her, his hazel eyes taking in every little detail of her face, she understood what this was about, and his next words confirmed her theory. “Every time you say this, it sounds like goodbye. You know how terrified I am of that day,” he told her. 

With a sad smile, she moved a little to bury her face into the crook of his neck. “Mark, that day is still far from today. Let's enjoy the time we have, okay? Don't think about this.”

“I'm just not ready to lose you, sweetheart,” he informed her as he pressed a kiss on her head, arms protectively wrapped around her frame. 

“Have you showered?” she asked him, a playful gleam in her eyes making it clear that she wanted a little more than just showering together. To her luck, he understood it, so he let her go and moved out of the bed in sync with her. But on the way to the bathroom she intercepted him by putting a hand on his stomach, then reached up to pull down his head for a kiss. “I was beginning to worry you didn’t want me anymore,” she noted as a joke. 

Mark’s hand moved from her back to her hips, looking for the hem of her Red Bull shirt to take it off her. A deep growl left his throat when he kissed her again, doing his best to show her just how wrong she was if she assumed he had gotten bored of her. During their years together, sex had never been a problem. In fact, in the beginning that’s what their relationship was based on, emotions only came into the picture after the first half a year or so. 

By the time they arrived in Baku two weeks later, things returned to normal, although this was the weekend when they had to be extra careful since her mother was there as well. But it was hard to stay away, especially after the qualifying results and the news of Mark making sure her brother’s contract couldn’t name him the second driver in the team emerging in the media. She was so proud of him for doing everything he could to support Oscar, and in all honesty, she had dozens of ways in her mind to repay for that. 

Following that fantastic win on Sunday, the Piastri family had dinner together to celebrate before the team took Oscar away, and of course he invited his manager as well, after all he was like family by now. But their mood was set before they even left her hotel, because Mark could see she wasn’t in the best shape at the moment. She was happy, he could tell, but she said she felt nauseous, which wasn’t ideal before a big family dinner. 

This was one of those nights when he had to be extra attentive, making sure she was safe, and he had his doubts about doing this right in front of her family without their secrets being revealed. “Maybe we should cancel,” he noted, his bad feeling making him say it before he could truly think about it. Her brother had just won his second race, this time without team orders casting a shadow on the result, there was no way she would miss this. But he had to try for her sake.

Just as he expected, she shook her head and told him that everything was fine, that she had this under control. She wasn’t convincing at all, but there was nothing he could do apart from being there for her. “You should go first. I’ll probably throw up one last time before heading out,” she told him. 

Mark shook his head as he stepped over to her and cupped her face to make her look at him. “You’re not going alone, don’t even think about it. If anyone asks, I was in your hotel to meet someone from Red Bull, and we decided to go together,” he said before giving her a quick kiss. “Or we could just as well say we arrived together because we are dating,” he suggested with a shrug, earning a shocked look from her. “What? Maybe it’s time we tell them the truth. It’s been years, we can’t hide forever. And you know why we should tell them sooner rather than later.”

“Oscar is celebrating today, he’s happy, let’s not ruin this,” she said. 

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head a little. “I’m not saying we should make an announcement. I would pick a… more subtle way to let them know. Just dropping hints. Maybe they wouldn’t even notice.”

She leaned forward to bury her face into his chest, arms wrapped around him as she listened to his heartbeat. Maybe he was right. Maybe it truly was time to slowly let this secret come to light. “Okay, you won. Let’s do this your way,” you said with a sigh. 

The moment they reached the entrance, Mark reached out to take her hand, lacing their fingers tightly as he navigated through the chatting crowd outside. By the time they were taken to the reserved table, Oscar and their mother were already there, deep in a conversation until they noticed them arriving. Nicole stood up and hugged her daughter as if they hadn’t met a few hours ago, but it was a nice feeling. 

But her brother remained seated, his narrowed eyes watching his manager with an inquiring look in them. There was no comment from the older man, so he turned his attention to his sister, who decided to simply ignore him. They started to talk about the race, and it seemed like they would get away with that entrance and the nonchalant touches, but as they were waiting for their desserts, Oscar put up his hand to stop the discussion. 

“Okay, what is going on? You arrive together, hand in hand if I’m not mistaken, you are clearly on the same wavelength as you finish each other’s sentences, and don’t even get me started on those meaningful looks you exchange,” he listed. 

Their mother’s lips curled into a small smile, causing Oscar to give her a questioning look, as if he was asking why she wasn’t shocked to hear that. “You’re such a smart young man, but you can be so slow sometimes,” was all she said with a laugh before turning to her daughter. “How long has it been going on? I know you were together at the beginning of this year, but… I have a feeling there’s a longer history.”

Mark looked over at his girlfriend, deciding that it would be the best if she handled this conversation for now. It was her family, after all, he didn’t want to get involved unless it became necessary. She seemed taken aback, but after gulping loudly, she nodded. “Yeah, well, it’s been about three years now. Maybe a little more,” she confirmed. “How long have you known? And how did you find out?”

“I’m not stalking you, I promise, but you disappeared in January so I checked your location. Remember? You shared it with me. And I saw you were in Mark’s house for weeks,” she explained. 

“I can’t believe it,” Oscar muttered under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you not mad at me?” she asked her mother, once again deciding to ignore her brother. 

Nicole shook her head. “No, why would I be? You’re my daughter, if you’re happy, that’s enough for me.”

“Well, not like you cared to ask, but I am not happy,” Oscar interjected with a disapproving look. “Have you considered what you got yourself into? How much older he is? Don’t get me wrong, Mark, you’re in great shape, but what will happen ten or twenty years from now?”

Her eyes softened as she reached out to take the younger Piastri’s hand. “Look, Osc, I know it’s probably a lot to take in, but I love him.” Oscar pulled his hand away and leaned back in the chair, his eyes fixed on her the whole time. “And we don’t need to worry about what will happen decades from now. Hell, there’s no need for a five-year plan either.”

Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed her mother’s surprised look that was soon followed by a logical question. “Are you planning to break up?” she wondered out loud.

There was a heavy sigh before she looked over at Mark, trying to gain some strength from him. When he reached out to take her hand, she took a deep breath and began to explain the situation. “No, not exactly. I’m just… lucky if I’ll have another year. I’m already outliving my doctor’s original prognosis.”

Her mother and brother exchanged confused looks, asking her what doctor she was talking about. So she began to tell them everything she’s been hiding for almost a year, the diagnosis of glioblastoma on the weekend of the Las Vegas grand prix and the treatment that began with the new year, all the critical pieces of information they needed to understand the situation. It hit them hard, she could tell, but since they were in public, they both decided to do their best to keep themselves together. 

“I didn’t want to ruin your day, I’m so sorry,” she told Oscar in the end. 

He only shook his head, his eyes shining from the tears he could barely hold back at this point. “Just promise to come to the party tonight. I–I want to spend time with my sister while I can, okay?” After she nodded, his eyes turned to Mark. “So… she said her treatment started early this year, and mum said she spent weeks with you in January. Did these happen at the same time?”

“I was by her side the whole time, don’t worry. It was tough, but we got through it,” he assured his protégé. 

“But you came to that thing with me, and it took almost a week. Did you leave her alone?”

Shaking his head, Mark let out a quiet laugh. “Well, no, Max was there to entertain her.”

Oscar looked at his sister. “So you told Max, but not us?” he asked incredulously. 

She tilted her head to the side as she gave him a look of disappointment. “Trust me, that wasn’t entirely my decision. He was the one who took me to the hospital in Vegas. He didn’t leave my side until we found out what was wrong with me.”

“I’m your brother, you should have asked me to take you.”

Nicole put a hand on his shoulder, probably understanding that it hadn’t been the kind of situation when she could be picky about the driver. “Let’s just be happy she had people looking out for her. And now she has us too,” she said, flashing a warm smile at her daughter. 

At the party, Oscar decided not to leave his sister’s side. He even took the time to go out and get some fresh air with her, using this opportunity to talk. He wanted to know why she made her decisions, why she decided to hide her relationship with Mark, why she came to the conclusion that not telling them about her illness was a good idea. This was the first time in a while when they had such an honest conversation. She told him that she didn’t want his focus to shift from racing, and that she believed their mother knowing would have resulted in him finding out as well. In return he admitted that she still wasn’t fully okay with her dating his manager, but he promised to try and be understanding. 

They agreed to have a dedicated night on every race weekend when they would just hang out in his room, playing stupid games, eating a lot, and watching TV until they passed out. Oscar would have never admitted it, but ever since he was old enough to remember, he had been clinging to his sister, always begging her to read one more article from his favorite magazine, or to play one more hour with him, or to come see him race to bring him good luck. And she was always there, always supporting and protecting him, even when some stupid kids used his kindness against him. 

Long hours later, around three in the morning, she stumbled into Mark’s hotel room, not drunk, just tired, and she was surprised to see him awake at this time. When she sat on the edge of the bed next to him, he was quick to wrap his arms around her, pressing a kiss on her lips as a welcome. After everything that had happened earlier in the day, she couldn’t fight back her tears anymore, so she buried her face into his shoulder and started sobbing. He tried to soothe her, but it took quite a long time for her to calm down. 

When she finally stopped crying, he lied down and pulled her down with him, his arms still safely around her as she moved closer to him. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered to her, happy to hear her breathing slow down, giving away that she finally fell asleep. It didn’t take him long to drift off to sleep himself, moving on to a dream where everything was okay, where he didn’t have to face the harsh reality of losing her one day. 

[starsinmylatte]

Hiiii I just recently discovered your blog and omg your writing is so good?? Damn I’m impressed

Idk if you’re taking requests, if not just take this as a general ask, but I’m obsessed with the idea of Silco and a reader who is like a mother to Jinx after I read that “soft” (i think that was the name?) fic… and I was wondering, how do you think it would get to that point? Surely it must’ve been hard for Silco to accept that this woman would just come into the last drop demanding to see his little devil of a daughter and taking care of her… enemies to lovers much? Anyway… just wanted to hear what are your thoughts in how they would come around to become a couple

Ooooh, thank you so much for reaching out, my darling anon!! I appreciate your sweet compliment so much. It made me smile so much during my crappy week 💜

I’d love to write a longer piece about this (and I absolutely will), so I’ll just leave you with a few thoughts for now!

Here's a link to the Soft fic mentioned in the ask! (it is absolutely NSFW, be warned) If you'd like to be added to my taglist for when I post the full thing, click here

Pairing: Silco x fem!reader

Warnings: None, really. This is SFW with the barest hint of suggestive content at the end

At some point, Silco realizes that he either needs to eliminate everyone from Jinx's past life or he needs to use them to connect with her. This strange, incredibly vexing woman is the strongest link to Jinx's past that she still has.

I'm sure that Jinx has a very hard time in the first few weeks after Silco's takeover. It's a struggle to get her to eat, bathe, and just generally take care of herself. She opens up to Silco some, but to his immense frustration that damned woman just keeps showing up and Jinx instantly calms for her.

Silco still has that choice to make. He can forbid the woman from returning (which she's very unlikely to agree to without force), outright get rid of her, or he can just accept her help and try to manage her involvement in Jinx's life.

I think Silco mulls it over quite a bit, especially when Jinx inevitably shuts him out, and he can't connect with her in any way. Killing the woman would be relatively simple, and maybe Jinx could move past the devastating loss, but he can't stop thinking about how his new daughter curls up in her arms.

Silco tells himself he's just being practical, and maybe he is, but the softness with which the woman holds Jinx is the first small chip in his armor towards her.

She does annoy the hell out of him, though, as the only person who can seemingly defy the most feared kingpin in the undercity. He also finds this more attractive than he'd care to admit, which makes him even more sour about the whole thing.

Meanwhile, the woman continues to just show up unannounced to The Last Drop. In an attempt to gain some form of control, Silco finally just snaps and tells her to come on two specific days of the week. Jinx cheers, the woman smiles at him, and Silco instantly realizes that was probably her plan all along. Damnit.

Continuing on with the soup idea from the fic, I think she and Jinx bake together a lot. Silco may have a hard time getting Jinx to eat at every other time, but the little girl absolutely devours anything the woman makes her.

She always leaves out a plate for Silco, which he doesn't eat after that first night. The first reason is because he's petty and still doesn't want to like the woman, and the second is because Jinx will eat the leftovers.

Sevika absolutely loves her, and so do the rest of Silco's staff because the woman has bribed gifted them all with homemade food. They all know her as a woman with a heart of gold who is fiercely protective of Jinx. She's not a threat Silco couldn't handle if he had to, but Sevika does derive some secret pleasure from how badly the incredibly lovely woman vexes her boss.

The first time Silco loses his temper at her in front of Jinx, the little girl cries, and the woman immediately brandishes a rolling pin at him. The sight makes Jinx break out into a small fit of giggles, and Silco just freezes and walks away, muttering under his breath.

Silco can't stop thinking about her, which frustrates him to no end. She's kind but will stand up to a drug kingpin with a fucking rolling pin, she loves his daughter like her own, and she's annoyingly good at cooking. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she stayed.....

I absolutely do think the more Silco realizes he actually likes the woman, the nastier he behaves towards her. He finds some way to rationalize it, but the truth is that he's trying to manufacture a reason to hate her.

I think it all comes to a breaking point one night after the woman puts Jinx to bed. Maybe the woman tries to make some gesture of goodwill towards Silco before she leaves, but he lashes out at her. It starts a yelling match between the two, and they start getting closer together as the argument grows more heated.......

And this is where I'll leave you ;)

[jujitto]

새해 ★ 𝖭𝖤𝖶 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 . new years is a time to reflect, celebrate, think of what you’ll be doing in the next year. or for y/n maybe not. well, never say never, right? 

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 . 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 . 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖼 . 𝟤.𝟢𝗄

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 . 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗇𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 . @kflixnet @kbookshelf @pirateeznet

11:30….30 minutes to midnight. You were still in the same position you've been in since you've woken up: staring at the wall. Your New Years Eve was nothing to celebrate, it was just another reminder that your family was in America and that you were alone.

And it wouldn’t be help since your boyfriend was busy. You were supposed to spend the evening together, but he called last minute saying he had something come up. He didn’t give details, and you were too hurt to ask.

11:32…28 minutes left of the year. It didn’t seem so bad, it was better than sitting there and doing nothing. You could go out with your neighbors. They had been good to you, and you liked their company, but the thought of being a third wheel for their New Years celebration didn't appeal to you. So that wasn't an option. Maybe a movie would take your mind off things. You could rent something or put on one of those countdowns to watch. You knew it wouldn’t be as entertaining as actually spending the night out, but it would help the time go by faster. 

You stood up from your spot on the bed and headed to the living room to get the remote. 11:37...21 minutes until the new year. The only things on were news or those countdowns you dreaded watching. But if you didn’t want to stay in the bedroom the entire time, you'd have to put up with it. You settled on the local news channel. At least you wouldn’t be bombarded with cheesy songs or the same hosts from years past. And they were talking about the upcoming year.

"What will you do to start your New Year off right?" One of the anchors asked. You thought for a moment, you didn’t know how you were going to start this year off. Maybe alone like you were now. "I don't know. What about you, Mike?"

"Well, I plan to spend time with my loved ones and maybe go on a date or two. Maybe a romantic picnic."

"Ooooh, a romantic picnic? You never mentioned wanting to do that before. Is there a special lady that has your heart?"

"That's a secret, and don't think I forgot about you, Linda. What are you going to do for the New Year?"

"Probably spend time with my kids, and make sure I visit my family more." The anchors went on to talk about other resolutions, and you didn't bother to pay attention to them. It's not like they'd give you any ideas

11:44, 15 minutes left in the year. You were still staring blankly at the television, the anchors had changed topics to the weather, and you could have cared less. You looked at the clock and wondered if you should even bother to stay up until midnight. 

There wasn't anything special about the new year. All the hype and fanfare was a waste of time, and a lot of money. People were willing to spend thousands of dollars on New Year's decorations, and parties. If it weren’t for all that, then people would have just stayed home and watched the ball drop.

Your thoughts have begin to turn. From gazing lately at the TV to wondering what your New Year’s resolution was. It was a silly tradition. Making a goal that was either going to be broken in a matter of weeks or not even done. You were sure you weren’t the only one that had thought that, and you weren’t the first person to not keep a New Years resolution. You could name a couple that you've tried to stick to in the past, but failed.

One was to stop spending so much money on sweets, but that ended as soon as you passed a bakery. Another was to eat healthier. That lasted until you saw a pizza advertisement, and then you had to order one. And the one that always stuck out the most was trying to spend more time with family. But how could you when they were so far away, and you had school and work to worry about.

You shook your head and pushed those thoughts away. Why should you even bother to try this year, when the past ones were a fail. It would be a waste of time and effort. And a lot of other people would end up doing the same thing.

You had decided to just get ready for bed, it's not like you'd miss much if you went to sleep. It's not like your boyfriend would care.

11:47, 12 minutes left of the year, and you were headed towards the bathroom. You were surprised when you didn't see any signs of a party or noise coming from the apartment across from yours. You were expecting some kind of celebration. But there was no loud music or the sound of talking. It was oddly quiet, and it was unsettling. Maybe you were hearing things, and that there was some sort of get together going on. Or they were all asleep.

You walked back to your bathroom and started to wash your face. You tried not to think of the fact that the only people that would probably be awake with you would be the people in the buildings next to yours. And that wasn't much to look forward to.

You finished cleaning your face and turned off the water. As you reached for the towel you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet. At first, you thought it was an earthquake, but then you heard the fireworks go off. You were quick to the window and peered outside.

You could see the sky was filled with red and gold fireworks. Each one bigger than the last, and each one louder than the next. You could even see them from the park a few blocks away. You watched as the show went on, and how the fireworks got brighter and larger. You wondered where they had gotten them from, and how long the show would go on. 

You didn’t know there were going to be fireworks in the city. Then again, you didn't bother to find out. You didn’t realize how long the show would last until you felt something in your eyes. You blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears. And once you finally stopped, you could feel the wet trails running down your cheeks.

You reached up to your face, and wiped them away. You weren't aware that you were crying.

11:50, 10 minutes until the new year.

The show was still going strong. The colors in the sky were changing, and there were more types of fireworks. You couldn’t help but smile. The fireworks were beautiful, and the show was amazing. And the way the lights reflected in the dark sky and water was mesmerizing. It was a sight you've never seen before.

But then the lights suddenly dimmed, and the sound of the fireworks slowly stopped.

11:53, 7 minutes left of the old year.

You weren’t sure if the show was over, or if it was just taking a break. But it had taken the excitement away. The fireworks had brought a smile to your face, but now the only thing you could hear was the silence. You wanted to hear the booms again, and watch as the sky was lit up. You wanted to feel that excitement again. The only excitement you felt these last few hours.

You turned away from the window and walked back to the couch watched the last seven minutes of the New Year’s Eve countdown. It was nothing compared to the fireworks, but it was something to do. You didn't want to be reminded of how alone you were, or that the new year was starting with no one there. You just wanted the last few minutes of the year to be over, and that you could go to sleep and wake up to the new year. As you looked over to the clock, you wondered if it would be worth the wait. Or if you should just call it a night and get some sleep. But what would that accomplish? Would you really feel better about waiting or would you wake up disappointed. And why was the thought of waiting bothering you?

You couldn't understand why you were questioning yourself, and why you were letting the thoughts of the New Year bother you. It was just another day, just a longer night. So why did it have to bother you so much.

Maybe it was because this year was different. This year had the promise of change. Of new beginnings and opportunities. A chance to be better, and to accomplish new goals. But you didn’t believe it. You didn’t believe you'd be able to stick to the goal, or that you could change for the better. That the year would be better than the last.

And it was the thought of failure that was getting to you. Because no matter how hard you tried, it wouldn’t be enough. You wouldn't be able to succeed. The only thing that was certain was that the new year would end the same as the last, and the one before. With you alone.

11:56, 4 minutes left.

The thoughts were eating away at you. Why couldn’t you just be happy? Why did it matter what year it was? There were a few things to celebrate. You had a job and were in school. Your grades were good and you were doing well in both. You had friends and a boyfriend, but you didn’t have the same goals they did. And you didn’t have their happiness.

11:57, 3 minutes left.

Maybe the only thing you needed to do was to stop caring. To not let the thoughts consume you. The new year wasn’t a bad thing. It was just another day, and that nothing was going to change. Your life would stay the same, and there was nothing to worry about. It wasn’t worth the hassle.

11:58, 2 minutes left.

There were things that were worth celebrating. Like your birthday, Christmas, and graduation. But New Years didn't seem like one. Even if the fireworks had made it special.

But maybe you were wrong. Maybe you shouldn’t have given up hope. It's not like you've given up, you've just been down and didn’t see a reason to try anymore. Maybe it was time to stop looking down. To look at the positives in your life. The friends and family you have, the love and support, and the encouragement. You should have been thankful for those things. And maybe it was time to focus on the positives.

11:59, 1 minute left.

You sat there in silence, watching as the numbers slowly changed. And for the first time in a while, you were feeling better. Like the weight had been lifted off your shoulders. And that a new beginning was what you needed.

The ball was counting down the last few seconds. You stood up from your spot and waited. That was until somebody knocked. 12:00.

You turned to the door, surprised by the sudden knock. Who could be visiting you at this hour? You opened the door and were greeted by a familiar pair of brown eyes and a warm smile. “Seonghwa?”

He smiled, and before he could say anything, the fireworks went off. You could hear them booming outside, and you could see the lights from the window. You turned to look, and Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you. His chin was resting on top of your head, and he was holding you close.

You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back, and how warm he was. You could smell his cologne, and hear his soft breaths. You couldn’t understand what was going on, and why he was here. But it didn't matter, because you were happy he was.

You didn’t realize that you were crying again, until he had gently turned your face towards him. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and held you tighter. It was a soft, and comforting. Something that helped to make the situation better.

When the kiss broke, he was the first to speak. "Happy New Year, Y/n." You smiled, and returned the wish. "Happy New Year, Seonghwa."

[just-jordie-things]

if you're still accepting blurb ideas: what about jkk characters liking you, while you have your eyes on some else from jujutsu tech? say, inumaki pinning on you when you're with yuuta, megumi dotes on you when you're into itadori, etc. maybe they have the wrong idea, maybe not — you choose. just cliche angst, who doesn't love it.

oooOh yes. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi's never believed in love at first sight, it's really not his thing. but when he sees you enter the main temple of jujutsu tech, he can't explain the way he feels drawn to you, instantly.

you're looking around like you're lost, which makes sense because he's never seen you before and the jujutsu society wasn't exactly a large pool of people. he's frozen in place for a minute until your eyes land on him and then you're approaching him.

he's panicking, eyes widening further the closer you get, until he can smell your perfume and see your bright smile up close.

"hey, i'm a little lost, could you give me directions?"

he probably looks like an idiot because he doesn't answer your question right away. his mind and body are stuck like someone accessed his pause button (you had, somehow) and now he's standing there silently staring at you. he thinks he's probably being a creep, but you're quick to explain yourself.

"i was invited!" you say quickly. "i swear, i'm not some weird stranger- oh, that probably made me sound weirder, huh?"

and then you're laughing, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck and staring at the ground. it's cute, megumi thinks, and his resolve starts to melt as he finds his voice.

"don't worry about it," he says, and he even manages a smile. "where are you trying to go?"

"i was trying to get to the dorms," you tell him. "was i close?"

"not really," he chuckles, and you're laughing nervously again. "but that's alright, it's a confusing place"

"yeah, that's for sure," you mumble as you follow beside him. "how long have you been here?"

megumi looks at you, taken aback for a moment. jujutsu tech didn't get many visitors, and when it did, they weren't usually very interested in him.

although he wasn't usually very interested in them either. but you seemed different.

"i'm a first year," he says. "but i've been raised in jujutsu society pretty much my whole life"

"oh, that's neat," you hum. "i didn't know this all existed until, like, a month ago"

megumi's eyes widen, but he tries to keep his composure. who were you? what were you doing here if you were a non-curse user? he knows he should probably be giving you the first degree right now... but you were so cute...

"oh" is all he manages to say, before forcing himself to swallow the lump in his throat.

"yeah," you let out a sigh. "but it's been interesting to learn about, you lead very interesting lives," you smile at him then. "you're like heroes"

megumi thinks he's going to faint. there was no praise from non-curse users in this line of work, so it was odd to hear it now. he'd never considered himself someone who needed praise- much unlike his mentor- but hearing it coming from you now, he feels his face and chest warm with pride, and happiness.

"no one's ever said anything like that" he says honestly, and you seem surprised by that.

"really?" you hum. "well they should,"

and there's that warm feeling again.

"i'm (y/n) by the way" you say, realizing you'd skipped the formalities.

"megumi," he responds. "so... who are you here for anyways?" he asks, realizing they'd reached the hall of dorms.

"oh, right," you laugh, realizing you'd skipped all of the important topics. "i'm here to visit my boyfriend," you say, "yuuji"

what?

megumi blinks, not saying anything for a moment. yuuji had a girlfriend and he hadn't said anything? and now of course you show up and he thinks you're his dream girl and you're yuuji's girlfriend?

he's silent when you approach yuuji's door, and he's silent when yuuji greets you with a wide grin and a tight hug. you're both laughing, smiling, sharing quick kisses and 'i missed yous', and it's all too much to take in at once.

megumi slips away before either of you could noticed, feeling awkward, and embarrassed.

because if realizing you were his best friend's girl wasn't enough to make his burst of feelings go away, he didn't know what would. ___

INUMAKI TOGE

your boyfriend spent a lot of time away on assignments, being a special grade sorcerer and all, that was a part of the gig. and normally it didn't bother you that yuuta was gone more than he was around.

or at least, you did a good job of hiding that it bothered you. you didn't want to diminish his achievements, because you were proud of him and how far he's come as a sorcerer.

but the nights could be so, so lonely.

toge knew this, maybe better than anyone else, because he could see the rollercoaster of emotions you went through first hand. the overwhelming joy when yuuta would return would bring you to tears. but then when it was time for him to leave again, the tears would come back, and they'd always sit behind your eyes until he was home again.

you did a good job of masking it, keeping yourself busy with your own assignments, or training. but the days seemed longer when yuuta was gone, and you could only do so much to distract yourself.

toge had taken it upon himself to reach out to you more often, to watch a movie, or play smash bros, or get lunch, whatever it was he made a great effort to engage with you, to keep you talking and happy and mostly just distracted. at first he was just trying to be a good friend to both yuuta and you. he knew yuuta would appreciate knowing his girlfriend isn't sitting around being mopey in his absence, and he knew you appreciated a good friend by your side.

however it all started to derail when you fell asleep in his dorm one night, after spending hours watching comedies to keep you laughing, you'd grown tired, and felt just a little too comfortable in the warmth of toge's blankets surrounding you. you'd slipped into sleep without him noticing, until a weight pressed onto his shoulder.

he'd glanced down to see you sleeping peacefully on his shoulder, the light from the flickering tv casting over your features in a way that just made you look so pretty. your long lashes cast shadows over your cheeks, your lips slightly parted as you took shallow breaths. it made his heart warm, and toge found himself smiling as he stared at you.

and then it hit him. he was falling for you. he'd been falling for you, hell, he might as well already be deeply in love with you.

all this time he'd spent keeping you company, he was falling deeper and deeper. from the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed, or your hand grabbed his arm when you wanted to share exciting news, even the way you looked at him and listened when he spoke the few words he was able to, he had started swooning over you.

and as warm as you made him feel, as full, happy, content, safe, as loved as you made him feel, a sense of dread began to pool inside him anytime he lingered on those feelings a little too long.

it wasn't right. you weren't his to love. your heart belonged to someone else- and not just anyone- you were his best friend's.

after this realization, he didn't want to do anything to change your friendship. it would feel wrong to push you away just because he couldn't keep his feelings under control. but he vowed to himself he would never do anything to get in the way of you and yuuta.

it hurt, keeping it all hidden. but it was the only thing he could do to keep you both in his life. and he'd do anything for the both of you. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

yuuta knew from the moment he'd met you that you were toge's girl. but from that same moment, he'd known he was going to fall for you. and he did, hard, and fast.

when he'd first come to jujutsu tech, you were the first person to reach out to him. you joined him at lunch, introduced yourself, and asked him to open up about himself too. it took a while for him to get used to this treatment, but he was quickly able to call you his best friend. you helped him train, and you helped him study to better understand the new world he'd found himself in.

essentially, you did everything you could to make him feel comfortable, and like he belonged. yuuta doesn't think he'd ever be able to repay you for that kindness.

but he's seen the way you and toge look at each other, they way you talk to each other without a hitch, as though you perfectly understood what he was trying to say. there was certainly no platonic explanation for that.

he never brought this up, until your birthday was coming up, and yuuta very nervously asked you about it.

"so," his eyes stayed firmly planted on the grass you were sitting on, the two of you taking a lemonade break in the middle of your training session. "do you have plans for your birthday yet?"

you smile at him, shaking your head.

"no, not yet," you hum. "hoping to be asked to do something special, though" you add, peeking over at yuuta, only to find him firmly staring at the ground.

he looks nervous, and it makes you giddy with hope that he would ask you to do something. you take a sip of your lemonade to hide your blushing cheeks.

"toge hasn't made any plans yet?"

at first you shake your head, and then confusion seeps into your features, and you tilt your head at yuuta, trying to understand the question.

"no..." you trail off.

"cutting it kinda close, huh?" yuuta mutters, and he almost sounds bitter.

you furrow your brow, before a nervous laugh escapes you.

"i mean, it's a week away," you remind him. "since when was toge the king of birthday planning? he forgot about panda's surprise party last year"

you recall the memory with a laugh, remembering how everyone had jumped out and cheered, scaring the living daylights out of the cursed speech user whom they'd mistaken for the birthday bear.

"yeah, but, you know, it's you," yuuta says, unknowingly making your heart swell. "birthday planning is kind of a boyfriend duty, isn't it?"

at that your eyes widen, and your breath catches in your throat.

"what?" you practically gasp. "toge isn't my boyfriend"

finally, yuuta’s head shoots up, his eyes just as wide as yours.

"what?" he repeats back to you, his own voice barely a whisper.

you shake your head at him, your face splitting into a grin before you start to laugh.

"toge's not my boyfriend," you say between fits of giggles.

yuuta’s face starts to feel hotter by the seconds, embarrassed to have assumed that all this time, embarrassed he'd never explicitly asked about your relationship, embarrassed to have you laughing at him now.

"yuuta, we've known each other for months," you tilt your head at him. "you really thought me and toge were dating?"

"i mean- yeah- i just- i guess i always thought-" he drops his head again, gripping the grass but not pulling it from the ground, trying to calm his overwhelming nerves.

"i'm so sorry," you tell him genuinely once your giggles have subsided. "yuuta, i had no idea you thought that- i promise, i would've said something"

it's sweet that you feel so bad, he thinks. he can tell that your apology is authentic, and when he glances up at you again, he can tell from the furrow in your brows and the concern in your eyes that you do feel bad.

"no, i'm sorry, i never asked" he returns the apology sheepishly.

you give him a warm smile.

"honestly yuuta, i'm surprised you even thought that," you say, and now it's your turn to stare at the grass. "i mean, i don't know how many hints i can give you"

he looks like a deer caught in headlights when he looks up at you, uncertain if he'd heard you correctly.

"hints?" he repeats, and you're laughing again, nodding your head.

"i don't usually need these many breaks when i train with the others," you admit, gesturing to your glass of lemonade. "and... i don't write them letters when they're away on missions either," you giggle. "i just text them"

the pink in his cheeks spreading over his nose and creeping down his neck. were you saying...?

"so you..." he trails off, too nervous to finish his statement.

there's a certain gleam in your eyes as you smiles back at him, not saying a word. you doesn't need to, you'd made yourself perfectly clear, and you're certainly enjoying making him squirm a little.

you'd spent the last few months thinking yuuta would never make a move, but now that you knew why, you felt like you had him right in the palm of you hand.

"well, would you maybe, want to, um, spend your birthday... with me?" he asked, barely bringing himself to look up at you.

"oh yuuta, i thought you'd never ask" you giggle as you sip on your drink.

you're pretty sure yuuta's blush lasted the next three weeks.

___

xoxo ~ jordie

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Made up fic-title for you:

Heatwave

🔥 💕 🔥

Ooooh I actually really like the idea for this one!

Okay, so Ed's finally fulfilled his lifelong dream of moving to a little town along the beach. He's a super famous author in this AU and he's always wanted a cute little beach house with a window right by his writing desk so he could look at the ocean while he works. It's exactly what he's always dreamed of - except he happened to move there during a historic heatwave and his new place (which is ""historic"" itself, which is real estate agent terminology for "this bitch has no AC") gets super hot.

But it's okay! Because Ed was looking for an excuse to spend all day at the beach anyway ever since he was moving in and happened to catch the eye of the super-hot lifeguard who works at the beach right next to his house! Poor Ed's facing a heatwave in more ways than one. Stede, the lifeguard, is super nice and awesome and he and Ed really click, but even with Ed spending all day at the beach they can't talk much thanks to Stede's super-important lifeguard duties, and Ed's too chicken to ask for his number.

So Ed does what any reasonable man would do: he keeps faking a series of emergencies in and around the water so Stede has to come ""rescue"" him. He gets a horrible knee cramp standing in the shallows and needs to be helped to safety. He thinks he saw a shark, someone needs to comfort him! Poor Ed, his blood sugar must be low, he's feeling faint, he needs someone to feed him bites of candy bars! For his health! Stede is very obviously onto him but he seems to be enjoying getting to "save" Ed and it's a super quiet, low-traffic beach anyway, so Ed figures all's good and he's just working up his nerve to ask Stede out.

On the day Ed had been planning to finally ask Stede out, Stede's not there. Weird, but the replacement lifeguard won't tell him where he is. Ed tries to enjoy swimming at the beach anyway (he hadn't done much of that what with needing to be fanned like an ailing victorian maiden and all), but he's super not used to actually being in the water and he accidentally swims into an area with a super strong current and he can't swim out! Just as he's starting to panic, who should he see but Stede, swimming to his rescue? Stede had been attending a training event to take on a new trainee lifeguard (ostensibly not so he has more free time to romance Ed but that's definitely what it was), Ed finds out that despite the strong current he's swimming in three feet of water so he can just stand up, and Stede bridal-carries him to safety anyway.

Send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I'd write to go with it!

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

hola , can i please request a sub!nancy and she’s needy and whiny after a while of being away from R

thank you 🙏🏾

-🧞‍♀️

•Ooooh. my. God. 😜 I like this request!

Take a sweet relax

Sub!Nancy Wheeler x Dom!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Needy. Your girlfriend was needy but you couldn't keep up with her, so what could you do? Maybe relaxing wasn't such a bad idea, what do you think?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUT!!! +18!!! MDNI!! Lesbian sex, fingerings, mommy kink, praise kink, pet names (good girl, pretty girl etc...),degradation (slut, whore etc...), begging, nipple sucking, cunnilings, overstimulation, aftercare, bad language, Dom!fem!reader, slightmean!reader, Sub!Nancy, no use of Y/N.

𝐀/𝐍: Requested by an anonymous person. I had never wasted my hours thinking about a sub!Nancy, so I wasn't sure where to start but, I must say, I don't mind the result! I hope I have satisfied your request, anonymous! Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog. Hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You arrived home tired and destroyed. That Friday afternoon it had sent you to the mental hospital! Too much fucking work! You couldn't stand it anymore...luckily you still held yourself up and with those only strength you managed to enter your apartment. You turned the key in the lock and then opened the door and didn't find your girlfriend in the living room. Maybe she was already in bed? Probably. You thought. It was very late and perhaps it was a good thing that Nancy was in bed at this time.

You made sure not to make too much noise as you placed your jacket on the coat rack. You headed to the bedroom and almost jumped when you saw her. Nancy sitting on the bed without her nightgown and wearing a white lace bra decorated with a few pastel pink bows, she smiled lovingly looking down at you "Welcome back darling" she said while you responded with a simple "Hi".

Nancy knew you would be late today, so you didn't think she was worried "How come you're not sleeping Nance? It's very late" you told her taking off your white shirt "I was waiting for you" she said and you heard the bed springs make a strange noise, now Nancy had gotten up and was behind you, you could feel her breathing on your neck. Her arms wrapped around your waist gently as her trembling fingers traveled from your belly to your breasts "You know I felt very lonely without you" she continued and you felt her cold skin on your back, making you realize she was completely in underwear.

You knew what she wanted. But no. You weren't in the mood "No, Nancy. I'm very tired, I don't think I'm in the mood for sex" You answered and heard Nancy whimper slightly "But work has you too stressed love, maybe some sweet sex can help you relax, what do you say?" She tried to convince you. She was needy, and you knew she would continue like this all night. You snorted. “Nancy, please” your tone was tired and exhausted but her cold fingers on your bra were impossible to miss. You didn't want to, but you weren't doing anything to stop her from groping your tits "Please love, you need it, I need you" she had chosen perhaps the worst time to be needy and as beautiful as she looked in that sexy underwear, your answer was always "No" You took her hands off of you while you put on a white t-shirt with nothing underneath, remaining in your underwear, you didn't even have the strength to put on pants apparently.

Meanwhile, Nancy remained looking at you and sulked and sat back down on the bed offended, while every now and then she whined or muttered something. You closed your eyes for a moment, she knows how much you can't stand these stupid scenes of a needy bitch "Nancy, stop, go to sleep please, tomorrow I promise I'll fuck as you want, okay my love?" You proposed but she let out a grumble before replying with an “Okay” in an annoying tone as she slipped under the covers and turned off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.

You didn't want to believe that your girlfriend was serious. She should have understood you and instead she starts mumbling and acting like an offended fucking child! You brought a hand to your forehead, feeling the heat. No. You should have let it go, tomorrow morning she would surely rejoice again when you fucked her good. You headed to the bathroom and washed your face noticing the dark circles under your eyes. You looked at your reflection for a while, as if your face had taken you into oblivion and made you think for at least four minutes straight. Fuck it. You thought as you exited the bathroom with a rather irritated expression.

Your heavy footsteps could well be heard on the wooden floor as you walked back into the bedroom "Hey" You said turning on the light that Nancy had previously turned off and you saw her open her eyes, most likely trying to sleep but failing as soon as she got you you heard "What—" you didn't even give her time to speak before in no time you discovered her, revealing her beautiful body with shiny pink skin. Nancy was taken aback and looked at you with her brown eyes submissive to you. With one hand you took her jaw, forcing her to kiss you, throwing you both headfirst onto the bed, with Nancy under you while you continued kissing her passionately and without stopping. She didn't stop you, in fact she let you do it as her fingers slipped through your hair. The kiss was intense and hungry, you were tired it's true, but thinking about the way Nancy had behaved and the shitty day you'd had, you couldn't help but vent like your girlfriend had advised you to do. You had to relax. And what better way than to ruin your girlfriend? Letting her become a complete mess before your eyes while she would cry and praise. You fucking needed it.

You separated from the kiss while you tried to catch your breath "Damn, can't you even wait for tomorrow? Do you always have to want everything now? You little bitch" You regained your breath while one of your hands groped her breast forcefully making her let out a moan "Please...” is all she could say feeling between your legs how she squeezed her thighs together in excitement “Just as I thought, you can't hold yourself even a fucking minute without mommy can't you, whore?” She nodded and you let out a light laugh "I'm too tired to punish you, so be a good slut and let me fuck you so you don't whine anymore" she nodded again and you pressed your grip on her breasts tighter making her whimper, making her understanding that that wasn't the correct answer "Yes mommy" she corrected herself as she watched your figure move.

You took off her white panties noticing the wet puddle that had been created "Are you already this wet? For two words I said to you? You're pathetic Nance" your words were hard as ice, mean but Nancy didn't care, she loved when you acted that rough, especially in bed making her even more excited. You threw her panties on the floor making her totally wet pussy air, she was fucking beautiful and ready to be destroyed by you "Mommy please" Nancy begged you as her eyes were focused on your hand dangerously close to her pussy "Tell me one more time and I swear I'll leave you like this" you threatened her and she went quiet "Good girl" you praised her sticking two fingers in her needy hole. You didn't waste any time, you didn't want to tease her, so you started moving your fingers in and out repeatedly until Nancy was a mess of whimpers and moans.

“Mommy—ugh” she called out to you as more sighs and moans overwhelmed her, at the sight of your girlfriend totally out of it you showed a smirk on your face feeling that tingle forming under your legs “Show me those tits” You almost whispered getting faster the rhythm. Nancy didn't have to repeat it and with one move she uncovered her breasts showing her hardened nipples "Oh fuck" You exclaimed cursing while your fingers were wet with her juice. You bent down to get your lips to her tits sucking on one “Yes mommy!!—” she said throwing her head back. You licked every inch of her nipple sliding your saliva onto her cold tit “Mommy—I‐ugh!” She tried to speak and failed again. You looked up "Mmhh do you want to come? Do you want mommy to let you cum on her fingers? Do you want that?" Nancy nodded quickly "Yes!" She almost screamed as she was reaching the edge, the sound your fingers made in her pussy was inaudible "So come on you fucking whore, come on my fucking fingers now" you told her and soon Nancy reached her orgasm filling with her cum your fingers “That's my sweet Nancy, well done” you praised her, removing your fingers from her pussy and getting dangerously close to it again.

Nancy, while she was trying to catch her breath, looked at you "Darling..." she said to you in a tired tone "Darling? Mommy hasn't finished with you yet, do you think that after the scene you made I'll leave you like this?" You told her as you placed her legs on your shoulders bringing your lips closer to her pulsating pussy "I'll make you come again and again so you'll stop feeling needy" and so you would. You brought your lips to her clit, stimulating it with your tongue while Nancy gripped your hair. From her clit you moved down to her folds sucking and tasting every nook and cranny of her vagina “Oh fuck—” she cursed.

And so you moved on. It was one in the morning and you were still eating out your girlfriend even after her fourth orgasm "Mommy! Please stop!—" She still begged you as she pulled your hair trying to get you to come off "Come on gets to the fifth darling, you can do it" you told her, letting your tongue go into her hole. Nancy couldn't help but cry and moan louder and louder, surely making herself heard by the neighbors "I-I can't! - ah" she replied and you raised an eyebrow "Yes instead Nance, come on, obey your mommy" at that sentence Nancy relaxed the grip on your hair, letting go and arriving at her fifth orgasm "Yesyesyesyesyes-" and as you wanted, Nancy came again on your face and you moaned between her pussy "Good love, just like that" and you pulled away looking at the state where Nancy was. She was totally destroyed and ruined, the tears had now wet the bed sheets and the mascara that she hadn't taken off that day had all dripped onto her sweet cheeks.

You lay down next to her placing sweet kisses on her shoulder and the same thing on her neck taking care of her "Thank you‐" she managed to say between labored breaths, you smiled giving a light and sweet kiss on her wet cheek. As soon as Nancy fully recovered you looked at her sweet brown eyes "So, now how about we make mommy feel good before going to sleep?" You proposed and she nodded. You took off your now completely wet panties and positioned yourself on top of her with your pussy on her face, letting yourself be carried away by the sweet sensation of pleasure. You couldn't relax any better than this.

[waters-and-the-wilde]

ooooh but the way they're setting up for a coming home arc tho.

I mean I'm a little conflicted bc having them Get Out of Hyperion City was such a triumph and even though they've technically been running around the galaxy since S3 the actual running around the galaxy bits felt a little sporadic. and I was really here for the parts where Juno was like 'hey you can miss something without actually wanting it back.' obv the whole 'Always Running Never Looking Back' thing was untenable from day one, but this whole time I haven't been ready to go back to Hyperion City. (for a minute there between WLB1 and Clean Break I'd had my heart set on the three of them following Jet around in the Ruby bc home isn't a place and there are endless menacing institutions to fuck up while in the company of the people you love.)

Going Back isn't necessarily what I hoped for but I'm seeing how that might turn out to be the logical conclusion and it is with gruDgiNG aCcepTAnce that I can see that being the most appropriate narrative choice given how much Home has been a theme this whole goddamn show. I gotta think they're toying with something interesting in the vein of Returning Changed, getting a full-circle parallel to FRP, also curious for a callback or more thoughts on Juno's Andromeda motif. like. can he Go Home? in a way that it's the Right Call? what does it mean if he Can? who's he gonna be if he Does?

and then there's our Thief Without A Home. i mean. I'm also not particularly interested in a 'settling down ever after' type narrative for them bc of who they are as people (they Need Shenanigans your honor). but. i mean they could still go pick fights with cyber-mobsters in Newtown. I could see it working if there's a focus on the idea of belonging and not just falling back on the usual model of domesticity. also i have already pictured This Conversation.

Juno: (scared shitless about the idea that this might be a dealbreaker after Everything) look before we get ahead of ourselves or anything. now that you're out from under their thumbs i need you to know I can't do the whole. running around the galaxy thing. like I should have told you the first time around. I can't actually do that forever and I'm not gonna ask you to stop if that's what you see yourself doing from here on out.

Nureyev (scared shitless that Juno's breaking up with him Now, After Everything): you don't. you don't mean you -

Juno: Rita and I want to go back to Hyperion City. not sure what we're doing yet, but I miss it and she misses Frannie and we're both ready to go home.

Nureyev:

Juno: and. there could be a place for you there too. if you wan-

Nureyev (has already thrown himself to the floor and flung his arms around Juno's knees): oh thank fuck please take me home with you i have been running for twenty years i am so tired

Juno (voice breaks): you're getting your own room to keep your stuff in and you can't hoard all the drinking glasses

[ryuichirou]

Replies

As many as I can write in 30 minutes let’s go!

Starting with a couple of asks about our post from yesterday.

Anonymous asked:

I'm guessing the bunny is because of Deuce's hometown event and the fox is because of Ace dealing with Fellow.

Yes and no! It’s one of the reasons, but these two also have pretty strong vibes of these animals, especially Ace. He is such a sly little fox pup sometimes lol

Anonymous asked:

That recent Ace/Deuce post had my mind absolutely working overtime with ideas.

But they all just kept coming back to the White Rabbit Fest, even when it didn't really fit a fox Ace kinda thing.

Anyway, besides that, I really love Ace/Deuce ship stuff, so seeing you do art of them is an absolute treat!

Thank you so much, Anon! <3 I am very happy that you like it!

They couldn’t allow Ace-the-fox to enter the rabbit arena lol poor foxy.

I really like this theme for these two. Should draw it again at some point…

Anonymous asked:

Hi! Have any of you considered posting fanfics (novels)? 👀 Love your work as always btw, take care

Hi, Anon! Thank you for your kind words :)

I am not really a writer, so I haven’t considered it. I love coming up with headcanons and I think I am pretty good with dialogues for our comics, but writing a proper story (even a very short one) is just way too difficult for me. I can’t even write these replies fast enough… so I’ll stick to what I do best and keep drawing <3 Out of the two of us, Katsu is the writer, but Katsu’s main focus right now is Nebula. To be completely honest, fanfics in general aren’t our cup of tea… (That being said, Katsu did write a couple of fanfics before, albeit not twst-related)

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

Do you have a Cara account or is it only bluesky?

Only bluesky for now :(

It seems like Cara is mainly a portfolio app, which is good (especially if it’s AI free), but right now we don’t really see the point in posting there – it’s not for art of yaoi boys kissing, which is the majority of things I draw. Things could change of course, but right now we’re sticking to bsky.

unofficialwheatdog asked:

The the way you draw Fellow Honest

My husband

it makes him so much more handsome like I have to kiss him the second he's on screen

How dare you worsen my obsession/j

(jkjk I love your art and if it's ok with you, I very much want to save the fellow honest image just so I can stare at it for five hours pls and thank you)

I am so happy you like how he looks in my style!! Especially if it worsens your obsession lol

Of course, feel free to save it and look at it; enjoy your fluffy husband lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

FELLOW AND GIDEL ARE HERE!!! They look so good in your style!!

Thank you so much!

Anonymous asked:

Just saw your recent replies and IT MAKES ME SOOO HAPPY!

Let's GOOOOO fellow (heh) Top!Gidel x Bottom!Fellow likers!!!

And reading your replies about their ship! UGH👌👌👌 Ryu such good taste you have! Oh dear.. I love it all!

I am honestly (..heh) looking forward if you have more art of them specially the shippy ones 👀 I'll be on the lookout. Also thank you for the food! 🙏

Hehe I am happy you’re happy Anon!!

Thank you so much for being so excited, I hope we’ll post a lot of stuff with these two in the nearest future…! <3

Anonymous asked:

OOOOH I SAW MOBS BOSSES X FELLOW ADDED TO THE LIST.... I do rly like the idea of fellow & gidel, but mob bosses x fellow is soooo juicy for art and hcs...... thoughts? plans?? plz plz plz this is living in my head RENT FREE... 😍

Thank you so much, Anon!! <3

Well we do have a lot of sketches with Fellow and his bosses (nsfw ones)… and we do have an ask with hcs about them, so if everything goes well, you’ll get more juicy stuff soon. Let’s hope! 💪

[captain-mj]

Okay okay okay, now that you have ventured into the territory of Ghost x König I finally have to find the courage to send you a request. I need more of this ship.

I don't have many specifics, enemies to lovers is always great, but Monster (any type, werewolf/bear, your avian soldiers, other unique folklore related creatures etc.) König and Handler Ghost? A combination/variation of the two? Ooooh, in general I am in love with your fantasy AUs. So whatever strikes your inspiration, if you have a completely different idea that comes up in regards to this ship I will probably eat it up, so feel free to venture away from the ideas provided.

If you do this I will kiss- oh wait I heard threats are the social norm in this ask box so uhm... yes... if you do this I will refrain from stealing your teeth. Yes, yes.

Werebear Koenig werebear Koenig werebear Koenig. I got you. Enemies to lovers? No problem! Also Ghost is a werewolf :)

I rewrote this six times before i liked it so pls... let me keep my teeth... I know it's short but I'll make a part 2 or something 😭

Ghost considered himself a selfish person generally. He also genuinely did not believe he was a good person. But with König, he tried to be better. König was polite and skilled, he saw no reason to be mean to him. They were only paired up because Ghost could overpower König, a feat not many people on base could boast. More accurately, no one but Ghost could boast. König was paired to him because Ghost didn't need a handler in the typical sense. It meant König didn't have to worry about it. He was new from KorTac, still adjusting to this. They both hated each other.

Ghost wasn't even sure he knew why. Neither had "punished" the other. They shared section of the base, a room, bathroom and hallway due to Ghost being a lieutenant and requesting the privacy, but they had quickly found rules that meant they never, ever saw each other unmasked unless it was on purpose. It meant they avoided each other pretty much constantly as a bonus.

Occasionally, when they did happen to be in the same area at the same time, it was a fragile truce. Their ranks were ignored and so was their work. Instead, they just continued doing what they were doing in as non awkward of a silence as they could manage.

But König slipped up. During a mission, he had shifted without being told and the wrong people got hurt. Luckily, the friendly fire was mostly just hurt egos and bruises, no casualties. He didn't think König would survive if he had genuinely hurt anyone.

Said shifter was angrily crossing his arms, looking at him with frustration. "They weren't moving fast enough. They needed to get to exfil and I didn't think they could make it at the pace we were going. I was trying to prevent anyone from getting hurt."

"I understand that. But you have to ask for permission, König. People could've gotten hurt." Ghost understood the frustration. Nonshifters could be annoyingly slow at times. Personally, he even agreed it was the right call, but he couldn't tell him that.

"Unlike you, I don't go feral when I shift." König hissed. "I'm in control. I was fine." Low fucking blow. It took a lot for Ghost to shove the initially angry reaction down.

Ghost stared at him and sighed. "I believe you. But the point still stands. You should've asked."

König scowled at him fiercely and Ghost just shook his head. "I know you're used to being a mercenary with no ru-"

"Fuck you, Riley." König suddenly got closer, towering over him. Ghost's heart did something funny that he blamed on fear. Nothing else. His breath moved the cloth over his face.

"König. Stand down."

"And what are you doing to do?" He growled at him.

Ghost growled back and stepped closer, ignoring the height difference. He hooked his ankle around König's knees and sent him to the floor, kneeling in front of him. "Don't ever. Ever."

"Ever what? Growl at you? Disrespect your authority?"

Ghost yanked König's hood up and guilt immediately flooded him. König shied away from him, all the fury going out of him. He looked away, ashamed. There were scars across his face, but they weren't too bad. It was the thick scarring around his throat, like he had been wearing a spiked collar or had almost been decapitated.

Ghost dropped his hood. The silence followed like a shroud. It ached and groaned between them.

König let out a shuddering breath. "I... I do not want you to do that again."

"I wont."

"I promise not to shift without your permission again, sir." Sir. ah.

Ghost wanted to apologize. It was funny. He did worse things to other people and never felt this problem and yet, he wanted to apologize. To König.

"Good. Don't let it." That's what he said instead.

König didn't look at him. The silence stayed. Neither slept.

[hueberryshortcake]

paperinik week 12

this shit looks insane let's get going

MR PRESIDENT?

ok so i'm asking myself Where Is Uno

ooooh i like this thing where they're showing shots of the "normal" timeline because like. ok i got mild spoilers from reading the summary obviously but. it's Pink it's Glitchy and lyla is There. i really hope this one is more lyla-centered because i think she's super neat

angus fangus: donald do you think we would be enemies in every universe <3

wait lyla doesn't know he's pk... this is so sad

ODIN SIGHTING. is he... pretending to be biological

oh wait ok nvm

guys shout out androids (lyla and odin and nobody else probably) i love them

HELP ME HAHAAA

freak

ok i'm focused

yesss worldbuilding let's go

donald: SAY WHAAAT??

happy bisexual day to my favorite lesbian's favorite bisexual donald duck

donald's red sweater this is a sweater to me in my heart

i need like. journalist lyla lay superhero paperinik fake dating au so bad it's not even funny

lowkey wondering who's in the monk robes.... like are they just random monks or could this be someone important..... IMAGINE IF IT WAS LYLA AND ODIN AND THEY TIME TRAVELED BACK TO GUIDE DONALD

guys.

guys i guessed it.

guys i'm so smart.

guys i love lyla and odin.

i cannot express to you earnestly enough that i fully just guessed that out of random

hey girl

oh that's not my lyla with a bob cut it's a random droid ok

WHERE IS MY WIFE LYLA PK YOU HAVE TO SAVE HER SAVE HER PK

imagine he just like shows up guns a blazing to rescue her from wherever she's been kidnapped and she's just finished beating up all the bad guys and freeing herself like hey pk haha how's it going i'm fine

URETHRA!

OUTSIDE OF TIME AND SPACE IN THE ONLY PLACE WHERE IT IS POSSIBLE TO KEEP LYLA PRISONER?

i'm not sure how i feel about the philosophy of this issue because (keep in mind that i'm reading this during a lecture i'm probably not paying as good attention to it as i could) like "guys i don't like how droids are enslaved" is kinda fair [i still hate geena though she WISHES she was my best friend lyla] but also yeah maybe just don't touch the timeline please i think that's a really bad idea

what the fuck

what the fuck

what the fuck

what the fuck

what the fuck

what the hell

what the hell

what

what

what

what

i'm so upset

IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS....

only machines can be reactivated...........

what the hell

mom come pick me up i'm scared what the hell

ODIN IS LYLA'S DAD????????

that's crazy. i'm going with that

that was crazy. oh my word. "hey guys i know we just watched geena complete her arc by trying to stage a violent uprising to achieve droid freedom but she fucked up reality so bad and ultimately sacrificed herself to save our heroes, dying onscreen to prove her own independence and autonomy as a living being.... anyway ANGUS TALES!!!! LOL!"

i skimmed angus tales tbh there's just humans in it i don't care i'm still devastated and shocked

second draft everybody. what the everlasting fuck.

[merakiui]

Ooooh now I'm imagining all sorts of Danganronpa style drama for Azul's trial. So many false leads and tricks!

Someone strong (like Leona) is found dead and weighted underwater, so everyone immediately suspects the 3 merfolk. Some unintentionally specist comments get thrown around. But that's too obvious, right? There's evidence that excludes them, and the arguments go elsewhere. Who is capable of overpowering the victim, etc.? He has injuries that indicate a struggle.

Some eventual evidence indicates the cause of death was drowning. Suspicion returns to the mers. Did they work together to keep him underwater while he fought? He's so strong, it's still hard to believe. Would two of them actually be willing to die while the other wins? There are scary rumors about the Leeches. Was Azul even involved? The Leech twins start playing up their sketchiness (they're angry by this point). But there can only be one killer.

To Azul's horror, someone ignorantly mentions there were circular imprints on the victim's arm (with a picture). He was extremely cautious! There is NO WAY he left sucker marks; he even checked afterward. If they were familiar with octomers, they'd know the marks aren't even the right shape!! He's flipping out now and messes up his words. Nervous chatter has always been a trait of his. The jury ends up deciding the three of them worked together, but Azul is the killer since he had to be the one holding the victim, causing his drowning.

Azul IS the killer, but he's so upset they got all the details wrong. He did everything himself. He meticulously planned everything, accounting for the victim's UM, and krakened him. But he did not leave any of the evidence mentioned and those sucker imprints are fake 😨😡💀!! Now he's going to die looking like a fool where he wasn't.

Before Azul's punishment, Jade reveals that he figured out it was Azul before the trial. He knows him too well. He planted the main evidence because, while he cares for Azul, he has no intention of letting himself and Floyd die for him.

I like the idea that the twins remain super sketchy and intentionally misleading for all the other trials, without actually ever being the killers. They're very angry, and its their way of grieving Azul.

YES YES YES!!!! This is the vision in its entirety!!!! orz the twins continuing to be suspicious menaces even after his execution is perfect.

Azul spends the majority of the game being annoyingly kind and helpful, if only to spread goodwill and reduce the risk of being targeted. He may cut a strikingly scary figure when he's with the twins, but the truth is that he's an animal of prey at heart and he'll do whatever it takes to survive. So as nice as he seems, it's all an act to keep himself safe and on everyone's good sides. He keeps his ears to the ground, always wanting to know as much as possible, and he is genuinely helpful in the trials, if not a little pompous.

But he's so anxious. The killing game is wearing on and he desperately wants to get out of here. How is he going to keep up with the lounge if he's stuck here? This is horrible! He's losing so much business with every passing second! On the surface, Azul keeps himself composed, but beneath perfect smiles and his obnoxious flair for theatrics he's cracking.

I imagine the trial is filled with twists and turns and it's so very convoluted. It couldn't possibly be one of the merfolk, right? Anyone with enough strength could have drowned the victim. It's very possible. Azul keeps his composure up until the moment when everyone starts to suspect and turn against him. His own logic is falling apart and though he's used to quick-paced arguments and discussions in business this is different. They can't be serious. Do they all really think he's the one at fault here? Honestly, he wouldn't revert to his true form to commit murder. Come on! That's foolish.

With all eyes on him, Azul starts to break. It's suffocating to be under such intense scrutiny. Everyone's accusing him of such a monstrous thing. They're all bullies! >:( it's not fair! He's only ever been good and helpful and obedient! Sure, he may have seemed suspicious when he was with the twins, but that's just how they are as a group! It's all just an act to look intimidating, to look strong, to look untouchable. He's not a killer. He's a businessman.

He snaps when the twins don't take his side. So they're just going to bully him, too? Is that it? And from there, everyone sees the real Azul. Foul-mouthed and impolite, he's pointing and yelling, insisting that it can't be him; it could never! Why would he throw his future away just to commit a crime? Why would he make such a risk?! He's a businessman! His eyes are blown wide with delirium. He's definitely breaking into a laughing fit during the trial like how he did during his overblot. >_< he's crazed... it's haunting to see. The twins would feel bad, but he chose this. You make your mistake and you pay for it. Isn't that what Azul always says when debtors refuse to pay what they owe?

He's hysterical until he isn't. Until he can no longer be. After the vote comes in and he's declared the blackened, he gets this far-off look to him. Maybe he's reflecting. Maybe he's not. Maybe he isn't even thinking at all. No one can tell.

It's strange to see the twins without Azul. Their terrifying trio is forever down a member.

[rydiathesummoner]

My take on Koana's birth parents

Koana mostly comes off as a socailly awkward tech bro, but he does drop one interesting tidbit on his past: his nomadic Native American coded tribe left him behind on one of their migrations and he has no idea why.

This is obviously a tragic experience, and not out of place in an expansion full of less-than-present parents like Zoraal Ja and Cauhciua. But I'd like to head-canon a new theory: his parents weren't awful. He was not left behind in a nomadic migration, he was left behind in a forced displacement.

For non-USA readers, take a second and read about one of the USA's ugliest acts in history: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trail_of_Tears

Basically, any time someone found something profitable, the "settlers" were all like "OOOH OOOH MINE GIMME" and the US government was like "sure ok cool suck it natives, GTFO." The natives were then forced to walk from their homelands to hundreds or even 1000 miles away. Those who could not keep up for whatever reason were abandoned to the elements.

With the blue mage quests, and briefly brought up in Shaaloani I expected more of a plot point about ceruleum. I'd like to theorize that Koana's people lived as a nomadic tribe in an area that was discovered to have a lot of ceruleum. Some greedy rich person was like "OOOOH I REALLY NEED THIS FOR MORE MONEY PLEASE UNDERSTAND" and somehow Koana's people were forced to relocate. Koana, being very young may not have understood that this wasn't following the animal migrations and was a forced move. His parents may have even pretended they were just following the rroneek so he wasn't scared.

How was he left behind? Could have been several things. Children suffered extra hard on the Trail of Tears. Maybe his little legs just couldn't keep up. Or maybe his parents found a way to sneak him out, thinking leaving him to the wilds might be better than dying of starvation and disease.

Being close to this topic IRL I would love to see this dark part of our history in the game. Native displacement is a huge part of our history, whether we like it or not. But I understand why Yoshi P and squad might shy away. The internet would do it's usual shitshow thing of "YoShi P bAdLy HaNdLeD tHiS tOpIc" or "kEeP PoLiTiCs oUt oF mY gAmE" (even though the relocation is history, not politics). They could hire a team of native people and the internet would STILL be like "you don't know what you're talking about, I watched a video once on youtube so I know all about Native Americans and you got this one feather color wrong so everything you wrote is wrong and bad so now I'm going to make 12 youtube videos with me making an O face for a thumbnail about how Yoshi P is racist."

Yeah, I don't blame the team one bit for noping out. It's a fun headcanon though.

[cyberrat]

Too long to reply on the post but about Velvette

I feel like that would almost /have/ to be it? Porn and erotica looks are a huge focus of the masses in Pride. She would have to do hot club outfits, lingerie, things for bedroom for anyone to even look right?She would NEED someone like Val or else this is going to take forever to get her name out and she doesn’t have time for that.

She goes in obviously not knowing the real truth behind the films she saw and thinks ok famous porn star and Vox being all suave and smart and charismatic, the boys must hot shit (surprise girl they’re a mess, they don’t have their shit together at all) and thinks they’ll walk all over her if she’s anything less than “there is no my way or the highway there is only My Way”.

So that’s how she pitches working with them, demanding not asking. Not even realizing she just came at them full force with femdom energy and they’re just staring all slack and dumb and toeing the edge of sub space. Val on pure muscle memory is nodding and “yes”ing with little chirps every time she addresses him. Vox tries to keep it together for them both but oof it’s tough.

“You’re going to put this on and pose real pretty on your knees for me” “We split 60/40- That’s not a negotiation Mr. Vox. You’ll take what I give you and you will thank me for it, understand?”

She could say “Bark for me” right then and there and they would. They had to keep her

Ooooh hohoho I hadn't even thought about this happening in the post-cellar era but I *liiiike* it!

Vox probably gets a stiffie just from her calling him 'Mr. Vox' cause he's still struggling for his 'business partners' to respect him enough like that.

And Val barely got it together as is; like he's maybe a week out from asking where his toilet bucket is and going to the bathroom without explicit permission.

Like what the FUCK are these idiots even doing. How are they managing to look like they have any idea of what they're doing and not constantly flying by the seat of their pants.

They're so fucking lucky Velvette is too nervous herself to see the signs. And the more soft and agreeable, and dare I say *subby* they are, the more confident Velvette becomes.

It also works in their favor that she thinks they're awful cute. Pretty ten foot moth and TV man with a nice smooth voice. Mmhh. She could make a few collections *just for them*.

It also helps that after her little show, Val can do his *own* show for the few guests that stuck around until the end. It's good for traction. Gets them to ask her when and where the next show will be. They wanna see what she comes up with and they wanna *play* after.

[sterekchub]

Hi! Love all the ideas, how about a Professor!Derek and Assistant!Stiles. Stiles is secretely bringing food and snacks to Derek's office, making him balloon up, turn into a glutton and eventually become a total slob. Imagine all those suits he would outgrow!

Ooooh. Derek the grumpy professor who is always following every rule to a T, never allows eating in his classes….no assistant wants to be assigned him. Stiles totally takes that as a challenge.

(I can also see maybe Stiles as a science undergrad who is sneaking those extra calories and his new appetite stimulating projects into Derek’s morning coffee).

Goes from “I’m not eating donuts, Stiles. Those are all sugar.”

To stuffing one in his mouth when his stomach suddenly growls mid lecture.

Most lectures? He’s sweating and trying not to turn red as Stiles does his best to embarrass him him.

***

“Better eat up, Professor. I want to see those buttons pop.”

Derek spends the rest of his class behind the podium to hide his arousal. Even worse- three classes later, two of his shirt buttons go clattering to the ground.

***

“If you’ll check the syllabus you’ll see *BUAAARP*” Derek turns bright red and apologies. When the class leaves he glares at Stiles.

“How is that my fault!”

“I asked for a coffee this morning and you brought me that- that cream filled thing!”

“Ummm it’s a frappe and you loved it.”

***

Derek coming and brushing powdered sugar off the front of his shirt, resting a hand on his belly and sighing like he doesn’t know how it got there.

“Had breakfast without me?”

“I was up early.” Derek lied.

“Guess you’re too full for these, then!” He barely pulls out the box of pastries from Derek’s favorite bakery before one is being snatched away.

***

Derek starts going from eating between classes, to eating during class. Stiles is holding back his laughter hanging back papers that have Derek’s chip dust, chicken finger grease fingers prints on them.

Stiles stands in the back the class one day and take a picture of Derek standing at his usual podium. Shows it to him after class- Derek’s gotten wide enough that both sides stick out past it. Derek….finds it hotter than he should and ends up fucking Stiles against the desk, the entire time Stiles staring at the picture.

***

The lecture Derek has to cancel midway through because Stiles took him to a lunch buffet first, and kept pushing him to eat more and more…Derek used to try and eat decently well in the campus cafeteria but Stiles has been pushing Derek to eat worse than a college frat boy, and Derek so easily gives in, knowing all that junk will leave him gassy all day.

Derek waddles into his class and is about 10 minutes in when he feels his bloated stomach start groaning and churning…

“Um…family emergency I need to leave, sorry, do the reading I’ll see you next week.” He lies, gritting his teeth and clenching as best he can as students file out.

“Sounds serious,” Stiles laughs.

Derek lets out a huge exhale. “Fuck ...*Pffpffrttt*... off.”

He waddles off to the bathroom with Stiles still laughing behind him.

****

The classes he teaches in front of the class with his belly hanging out of his shirt.

The day he was running late and had spent too many nights with Stiles (which meant being stuffed and rimmed until he couldn’t think straight) so his laundry pile was high and his pile of “clothes I’m too fat for” was even higher, so he had to grab a coffee stained shirt and pants that wouldn’t button and hope for the best…

****

Derek struggling to fit into the classroom door and Stiles has to keep giving his backside a solid shove.

The times Derek lost a bet to Stiles and before class began- had to guzzle down as many milkshakes as he could. Spends the entire lecture gassy and belching every other word, milkshake still stuck in his beard..

The walk to his classroom starting to leave Derek winded and sweaty…and Stiles plays innocent but his suit jacket is missing and he’s forced to teach the class with a shirt missing a button and far too small, and very obvious sweat stains.

Eventually Derek ends up teaching from a seat in the front of the class, ass hanging off the chair, food in one hand, notes in another….students can barely hear a word he’s saying over the munching and crunching and belches and burps….but hey- perks of having tenure!

And then of course the day the his chair let out an awful creaking noise seconds before Derek is sent tumbling to the ground.

“You *BRRRPPphh* said *Plbllpffttt* the weight limit was *urrRPPphh*six- BlllffftTT* six-hundred.”

Stiles helps him to his feet, hands buried in his fleshy sides. “You’re the professor…figure it out!”