#i'd definitely be blue that's way too many people

[barcaatthemoon]

friend of the bride || lia walti x reader ||

You hook up with Lia at your best friend's wedding.

MINORS DNI, 18+, Smut warning.

You knew about Lia. You had never played against Lia, but you knew all about her. It was your job to know about football, both international and domestic. She hadn't played in the NWSL, but you were a pretty big Arsenal fan even before she had joined up. But even before then, you had heard people in the business talking about the Swiss player.

It made sense that she'd be in the bridal party. Lia was Ana's best friend, and maid of honor. In a way, you thought it was wild that the two of you weren't better acquainted. Obviously you understood Ana being hesitant about introducing the two of you. You were a bit of a womanizer to say the least, even if you had settled down quite a bit since starting your gig as an official NWSL commentator.

"Excuse me, I don't know if we know each other. I'm (Y/n)." You could feel Ana's eyes on you as you approached Lia. There weren't many people that made you nervous, but your best friend's new wife was definitely one of them. The two of you had been teammates years ago whenever Ana played on the Thorns, and maybe, just maybe, you had seen a spark all those years ago.

Nothing had ever come of it, and you were happier because of it. Ana was cool, and she definitely would have hated you whenever you transferred across the country at the end of the year. You weren't a native to New Jersey, but Rutgers had offered you a full ride, so you counted yourself as a bit of a Jersey girl. Sky Blue wasn't perfect by any means, but it was definitely the place that you had wanted to retire playing for.

"I'm Lia, and no, we haven't been properly introduced," she said. She outstretched her hand, and you took the offering. Behind you, you could practically feel Ana attempting to burn holes into the back of your head to deter you. "My friend is watching us."

"If I'm being honest, I don't blame her. She's heard stories of how I can be at weddings." Bashful wasn't something that normally worked well with you, but Lia found the blush cute. It became obvious as she patted the chair in front of her that she knew a bit about you. Ana had to have warned her before either of you arrived in Seattle for the wedding.

"I've heard stories of how you are away from weddings. I get it though, life feels a bit more special with all of this love in the air," Lia said. You thought that she was sweet, and a part of you was about to back out when she grabbed onto your wrist. "I fly out tomorrow afternoon, and I'd hate to leave without as many good memories as I can get."

"She'll kill me if we leave together," you told Lia. She glanced behind you and waved at Ana. You did everything in your power not to turn, but Lia seemed amused by whatever was going on behind you. "Is she being mean?"

"Not at all, but you should say your goodbyes and get your coat. I'm in room 615," Lia told you. She slipped her key card in your pocket, and you wondered how long she had been watching you. Lia left first, leaving you to sit there stunned for a moment. It was hasty, but you said your goodbyes and promised Ana that you'd be safe with her friend. She was a bit dismissive, but you didn't miss the little twinkle in her eye. If you had any more to drink, you would have considered that she was happy about you and Lia running off together.

It seemed almost too good to be true that Lia's room was on the same floor as yours. You made a quick stop at your own room to shed your suit jacket and make sure that you still looked good. Your room was only a few doors down from Lia's, and you wondered if she had seen you at all over the week. The entirety of the wedding party had been flown in several days earlier than all of the other guests, and you doubted the maid of honor had been an exception to that.

"You left your jacket. That's a shame, it looked good. At least I can still do this," Lia said as she grabbed you by your tie and pulled you into the room. You stumbled a little, but caught yourself as Lia's arms wrapped around your shoulders. She was still in her dress, but without her heels on, you were a couple inches taller than her. "You know, I had always hoped you would find your way to the WSL. I would have liked to play against you."

"I bet we could have had a lot of fun together." Lia seemed to catch onto the hidden meaning of your words quickly. You were a bit surprised by her forwardness as she kissed you. It was welcome, as was the feeling of her hands pulling your button out from where it had been tucked into your pants.

The women you hooked up with had all definitely wanted you, but they were rarely as confident in themselves as Lia. She was sweet and gentle, but it wasn't submissive in the slightest. She took what she wanted without overstepping, and it took you several moments for your brain to kick in and join her.

"Take my dress off," Lia told you. You didn't hesitate for even half a second to turn the Swiss woman around. There was a little clasp by the small of her back, and once it was undone, Lia let the dress slip off from her body and pool onto the floor.

You could see that her chest was bare, but that did nothing to prepare you for the sight of her. She stood in front of you completely topless. You weren't being subtle in your staring, but Lia didn't seem to mind it. She let you keep staring as she pushed you back onto the bed. Lia climbed onto your lap, and there she sat straddling you as she looked down at you.

"There are plenty of more comfortable places for you to sit," you started. Lia showed her amusement with a little half-smirk. Normally, your jokes garnered a bit more of a reaction, and the fact that she hadn't given you one made you want to try again. You wanted to impress this woman with every part of you, and you had no idea why. Nobody was supposed to mean this much to you, not for a single night anyway.

"I'm already practically naked on top of you, lines aren't necessary," Lia told you. You nodded and swallowed, somewhat nervous as she stared at you. It was like she was studying you, less out of curosity, but more in the way a predator would study its prey. "You're wearing too much, and I'd hate to ruin your very nice suit."

You nearly let out a whine as Lia moved off of you. You scrambled off of the bed and hastily undressed yourself, not caring that for a moment, you were more bare than she was. Lia hummed in appreciation as you stood in front of her, completely naked. She guided you down onto your knees in front of her and leaned over her own lap to kiss you.

"Show me what you can do. I hope everything I've heard about you is true," Lia said. Even after she broke the kiss, you didn't stop kissing her. Your mouth moved all over her neck and jaw, occasionally stopping to mark a couple of hickeys for her to take as a temporary souvenir. You were a lot less careful with your marking whenever you got to her chest, sucking as many love bites onto her skin as you could.

Lia tried not to rush you, but you could tell that her patience was growing thin. She ground herself against the palm of your hand as you cupped her over her underwear. You let out a pleasured groan at the feeling of her heat through the fabric. You could practically feel her arousal growing as she moved against your hand.

"More, I want more," Lia told you. You took your time teasing her as you took her underwear off. Your face was buried into the side of her thigh when your attention was pulled by a frustrated growl. Lia looked down at you with a look so sweet that you almost got whiplash from the way her hand balled into a fist around your hair.

You let her guide your face, only sticking your tongue out to give her something to seek out. Lia loosened her grip when she felt your lips wrap around her clit. Her thighs clamped around your head, holding you against her as she rocked her hips back and forth gently. You pried her thighs apart to make room for your fingers to tease at her entrance, stroking over the hole with the promise of penetration.

This time, Lia didn't have to ask or tell you to keep going. Once you got into your groove, everything came very naturally to you. Lia was moving wildly on the bed, each buck of her hips punctuated by a little creak of the bed. Between Lia's moaning, the bed creaking, and the absolutely obscene sound of your fingers fucking in and out of her, there wasn't a moment of silence.

"That's it, right there. Don't you dare stop. Oh fuck!" Lia exclaimed. You felt a sharp tug to your hair as her other hand wrapped around the back of your neck. You could feel her nails dig into your skin, but the pain of it just made your eyes roll back in your head a little. Above you, Lia's body held you close even as she tried to squirm away from you, torn between wanting to stop and wanting to see just how hard you could make her cum. Ultimately, she ended up pushing you away just a couple minutes later as her body began to approach overstimulation.

"I think you did a number on me," you muttered as you rubbed at the little nail indents on the back of your neck. Lia sat up on her elbows, just enough to see her reflection in the TV. She looked gorgeous to you, disheleved in the most perfect of ways. There was no denying what had just happened, not when you looked at Lia.

"I can do a lot worse," Lia laughed. You clammed up a bit at her words. You had no idea what was wrong with you because Lia shouldn't have been getting to you this badly. She was practically a stranger, and yet, you didn't want to just gather your clothes and run off to your own room just yet. "If you ever find yourself in London, message me. Now though, I think you should get going. Guests are going to be back any moment now."

"I've never been asked out and kicked out at the same time. You are something else," you said in disbelief. Lia could tell that you weren't angry, and just to keep it that way, she walked you out. A part of you wanted to linger, but aside from a pretty chaste kiss, Lia didn't give you the opportunity. You just had to hope that you'd catch her before she ran off the next day, but even if you didn't, you couldn't be mad about how your night went.

[jobean12-blog]

At First Sight

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (maybe he's a Mafia/Mob boss, maybe CEO- either way he's too delicious to ignore)

Word Count: 2,248

Summary: You're out to celebrate with friends when something unexpected happens.

Author's Note: We all know I love Mob/CEO Bucky and skirting that mystery line so you can use your imagination here! Honestly, if he approached me like this I'd just be putty in his hands haha 😏thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: flirting, Bucky is pretty forward, fun, drinking and mentions of alcohol but everyone is coherent and able to make clear choices, fingering, semi-public sex, curses

“I’m not sure…?”

You look between your two friends, Sadie, and Nia, and blink several times. “Too much?”

They look at each other then back at you.

“Definitely not!” Sadie squeals.

“And besides,” Nia adds, “the limo’s here. Too late to change!”

The space is dark, loud, and filled with moving bodies. You shove your way up to the bar and shout, “excuse me!” hoping to get the bartender’s attention.

With the music so turned up and so many other people slamming the bar, the bartender doesn’t even look in your direction.

“Heyyyy!” you shout with a slap on the bar.

“I’m not sure he heard you.”

At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, you look up at the man pressed close to you at the crowded bar.

He’s tall. And sexy. And gorgeous. And wearing a smirk that screams trouble…in the best way.

“Yelling won’t work doll,” the man says, motioning to the bartender. “It’s just too damn loud.”

You purse your lips as you try to think of a witty comeback but before you can he continues.

“But lucky for you, he’s my friend so I’ll help you order another round of those shots you seem to love.”

“How do you know what I love to drink?” you start, batting your lashes. “Maybe it’s a Whiskey neat.”

You lift your chin and smile sweetly, waiting for his reply.

“You’ve been ordering the same blue shots all night beautiful.”

Your mouth falls open to respond but nothing comes out.

Has he been watching you all night? Creepy or…amazing?

Instead, you stare and take in his features. Perfection.

The bartender comes over and looks at the man beside you expectantly.

“Three fingers of Whiskey, Steve and whatever the beautiful woman is having. She’s been waiting a bit.”

He turns to you, wearing a lopsided smile. “Will you be having Whiskey too?”

“I think I just might,” you tell your new friend.

“And how many fingers would you like doll?”

He watches you with an innocent expression as he spreads his long fingers out on the bar.

“Did you just…?” you stammer.

“Maybe just start with two,” he says.

A playful smile teases his lips, and you can’t help but stare at them.

“Fine, two fingers,” you say the bartender, “of whiskey…,” and then you give the man beside you a demure smile, “and more shots please.”  

“First time here?” the man asks, his gaze sweeping over you.

“How did you know?”

“I’d remember seeing you angel.”  

Even with his flirty forwardness you can’t seem to find anything that makes you uncomfortable. His eyes are friendly, and he’s standing close but not too close, just enough so you know he wants to be there to talk to you and only you.

You glance back to search for your friends but can’t find them anywhere.

“What are you celebrating tonight?” he asks when your eyes find his again.

“What makes you think I’m here celebrating anything?”

You raise an eyebrow and hold his stare.

“Do you ever just answer a question?” he counters.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth to stop your smile and fire back with, “do you ever stop asking questions?”

He laughs, the action lighting up his face and making his eyes crinkle flawlessly at the corners. It makes your stomach flutter.

You hold each other’s gaze for a beat before he continues.

“All the dancing and drinks…seems like a good time…a celebration.”

“Well, you’re right. My friend just got an amazing promotion at work.”

He smiles triumphantly and you smile back.

“So, there’s no chance you’ll be leaving here with me tonight.”

The bartender sets your drinks down in front of you just as your new eye candy finishes the sentence and you grab for your glass, downing as much as you can before you start to choke.

With a laugh the man takes a long and slow sip of his Whiskey, watching you. You put your half empty glass down on the bar with a dramatic bang and exhale.

“I…what? No!”

“That’s too bad,” he replies.

“You just met me,” you argue.

“And since the moment you walked in you’ve had my full attention,” he admits.

The shots seem to hit you all at once and you sway on your feet. He steadies you with a gentle but strong hand on your arm.

“Easy doll.”

“Ok…stop being so charming. The smiling and the touching… I like it way too much. It makes me want things…and we’ve only just met.”

“What kinds of things?” he asks, voice smooth like silk and deep.

You swallow hard and he tracks the movement of your throat before his eyes linger on your lips.

You gather up the shots for the girls. “We’re going to do these.”

He nods, slowly, his smile growing.

“So…um. I’ll see you later…?”

You wait, hoping he’ll give you his name.

“James, but you can call me Bucky.”

“Ok then, see you later Bucky.”

“I sure hope so angel.”

You find your friends at a table, catching their breath, and set down the shots.

“I met the hottest guy.”

Both friends pause with the drinks halfway to their mouths.

“What the hell are you doing here then?” Sadie asks.

“Girl’s night, we’re celebrating,” you say. “Duh.”

“Fuck that, go dance with the hot guy!” Nia shouts.

You lift your glass to your lips and shake your head. “No way, I’m here to dance with you all! Let’s go!”

You polish off the shot, wait for them to do the same then hold out your hands to pull them onto the dance floor.

The beat of the music surrounds you and you let go, forgetting routine and responsibility and just enjoying the moment.

Sadie yells something to you about the song that just started but you don’t quite catch it. Just behind her, set in the shadows off the side of the bar stands Bucky.

Your eyes meet and neither of you look away.

He doesn’t seem the least bit surprised to be caught staring at you. Every inch of your skin heats and when he lifts his glass, takes a sip, and smiles, you smile back…and start to move…just for him.

The hem of your dress inches higher as you lift your arms above your head, swaying your body to the rhythm of the music and getting lost in it. Your friends move closer and lean in.

“You’ve attracted an audience,” Sadie chuckles.

She whips her head to the side to point out the group of guys moving closer. You ignore the group and search the shadows for Bucky but he’s nowhere to be seen.

With unexpected disappointment you grab Sadie and tell her you need to use the ladies room, weaving your way though the crowd and off the dance floor. You follow the signs to the second floor, which is essentially a balcony overlooking the rest of the space.

After freshening up you walk out of the door and right into something hard. Bucky grips your biceps lightly, holding you close.

“You ok?” he asks.

You were standing close to him at the bar, but not this close, not close enough to smell his skin and feel the rise and fall of his chest. It makes you heady, but you manage a nod.

“Hi angel,” he smiles.

“Hi.”

“I was enjoying watching you dance.”

“I noticed.”

You hold his gaze, unable to look away. Down at the bar it was hard to tell the color of his eyes, but here, hidden away, even in the low light you can see they’re beautiful. The blue is like the ocean on a sparkling sunny day. Mesmerizing.

“Do you know what watching you does to me?”

You blink, trying your hardest to keep up with his directness.

He reaches down to take your hand, his grip loose and his movements tentative, waiting for you to tell him to stop.

When you don’t he presses it firmly to where he’s hard and aching.

“All this?” you ask in a breathy whisper. “Just from watching me?”

“Come home with me.”

You let out a little giggle.

“No. I can’t.”

“Come to my car then.”

“I’m not leaving this club with you.”

Even as you hear yourself say the words you know they aren’t holding the force you want them to.

He bends and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“But I’m dying to touch you.”

It’s impossible to pretend you don’t want the same thing and you place your palms on his chest and push him backward into the darkness.

“Is that a yes?” he asks as he runs a long finger over the curve of your shoulder.

“You aren’t some psycho are you?”

With a chuckle he moves closer, brushing his lips along your cheek. “You make me feel a bit crazy doll, but no, I’m not.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head, whispering against his lips, “something tells me I can trust you.”

He moves willingly, and meets you with a smile, pressing his lips to yours.

“You taste as good as you look angel. What’s your name?”

“My name?” you whisper, so caught up in the feel of him you almost forgot.

“You know my name, so you’ll know what to call me when you’re about to come. It’s only fair I do the same.”

You let out a little gasp and hold onto his shoulders more tightly.

“I…,”

You feel his smile against your mouth before he turns you and presses your front to the edge of the balcony overlooking everything below.

He takes your chin between his fingers to turn your head and steal another kiss, lingering until you whisper your name against his lips.

With a satisfied smile his fingers tease the edge of your dress and then he lifts it, sliding his hands down between your legs to rub along your panties.

“You’re so wet. And all for me angel.”

You moan loudly when he slides a long finger inside you and presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs into your ear as he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit.

You turn and look at him. His eyes are wide open and clear. He teases you more, watching your every reaction then turns you to face him and drags you against the wall, bending to kiss you, hard and hungry.

“Someone could come down here,” he reminds you, meeting your eyes, giving you one last out.

You don’t care. He’s too perfect. He feels too good.

When you don’t protest he kneels at your feet and carefully pushes up your dress, hooking his thumbs into your panties to slowly drag them down.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, standing and lifting your leg to spread you open.

Reaching between your bodies, you open his jeans and push them down along with his boxers. You grab for him, rubbing him through your arousal.

“Fuck doll, wait. I need to put this on.”

He reaches behind him and fumbles for the back pocket of his jeans, pulling a condom free.

“You’re big,” you whisper, loving the feel of his warm, silky skin.

His grin is wolfish. “That’s the best thing you could say to me.”

You run your closed hand along the length of him again, letting the tip just bump your clit.

“Fuck, keep that up and I’ll be coming all over your hand.”

His fingers are unsteady as he works to slip the condom on.

“Have you done this before?” you ask, unable to keep your eyes off his cock.

“Have sex with a beautiful woman in a public space?”

He starts to push into you, achingly slowly. “No angel, I’ve never done this before…but with you, I’ll take what I can get.”

His words die away when he’s fully inside you, rubbing against your clit with each stroke and filling you so completely. You grip his shoulders as his thrusts grow faster.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

He leans back and looks down between your bodies, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second before he starts to move faster.

When he leans down to kiss you he slows his movements, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back in. The slow pace doesn’t last long, and he hitches your leg higher to go deeper.

You feel your release building in your stomach and it’s only a few seconds more before a cry falls from your parted lips.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, his hips moving jaggedly and rough before he comes with a deep groan.

He leans heavily against you, pressing his lips to your neck. “You’ve wrecked me angel.”

His hand is gentle when it smooths along your leg, and he pulls out. You straighten your dress as he rolls off the condom.

“That was perfect Bucky,” you hum, meeting him for a kiss.

He nods, dazed. “You’re ok?”

“Better than ok,” you answer. “And I think I’m ready for another dance.”

His lips twitch with a surprised grin and you turn away before he can respond, leaving him standing with his pants still unbuttoned.

A few minutes later you find Sadie and Nia, both ready to head home. And it isn’t until you’re sitting in the quiet of the limo, reliving every second of what happened with Bucky, that you realize you’d left your panties on the floor at his feet.

[naryrising]

So you like imaginary fandoms...

With the recent success of Goncharov, I thought I'd make a post to mention some of the previous times this has happened in fandom, and a brief explanation and some links on how you can find works for them. I don't claim that this is a comprehensive list, it's just ones that came to me off the top of my head based on several decades of fandom involvement.

Ghost Soup Infidel Blue. Originates from the annual Yuletide exchange, specifically a post by liviapenn in 2007 that used it as a default fandom to help explain how to write 'dear author' letters. The relevant quote (meant to illustrate the kind of letter that would be too specific) was "'Bad: "I would like a Ghost Soup story where Luke makes out with Angela's clone and Angela gets mad and seduces Moira just to make Luke mad, and then Ryan and Luke duel to the death with their lightsabers and it ends up in an Angela/Angela's clone/Moira threesome. And Ryan feels really bad and flies off to Mars forever."" Consensus is that it is a sprawling space opera anime series, something like Gundam or Macross, with many sub-parts and spin-offs. Part of the dynamic of Ghost Soup 'fandom' is people arguing in the notes and comments about the continuity or quality of these various spinoffs (e.g. Purple is reputed to be bad, but some people will staunchly defend it just to be contrary.) Deliberate wank and badfic is part of the humour. You can read the Fanlore post about Ghost Soup here and find works for it and its related fandoms here

Winterblumensaat. Again, this comes out of Yuletide, specifically a nomination in 2021 for what was strongly suspected to be a nonexistent German book. The nominator's sister found it in a flea market! It very definitely was real! They couldn't provide any evidence or a photo of the book, but they promise it was definitely a real book! Despite being rejected from Yuletide nominations as not having any basis in reality, it has nevertheless had some fics written for it. The AO3 tag is merged into Original Work, so you can find them by searching in Original Work for Winterblumensaat (results here). It seems to be a moody, dark mid-century European novel, with characters named Florientina, Mailia, Schnail, and Markus. A related non-existent fandom with the same origin story is Nur die Sonne - Maria Moßer, but this has only attracted one work so far (a crossover with Winterblumensaat).

Cordelia (Movie Poster). In 2020 a movie poster for the movie Cordelia came out that inspired fandom in ways probably not intended by the movie's creators. While the actual movie Cordelia is a contemporary horror/thriller, the poster gave people the impression that it might be about Victorian femdom with pegging. Needless to say, they were disappointed by whatever was in the actual film, and made up fic based on what they thought the poster was about instead. Currently ALL works in the Cordelia (2020) tag on AO3 are actually about the poster and not the movie.

Invisible Ficathon. In 2014 an exchange called Invisible Ficathon ran, which was based around "stories that never were". Nominated "canons" had to be nonexistent fictional works referenced in another work. Examples given included "The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes - Joan Watson" (from Elementary), "The Itchy and Scratchy Show" (from The Simpsons), the books in Lucien's library in The Sandman that only exist in dreams, and so on. The collections on AO3 contain 71 works for nonexistent fandoms. Alas that this exchange only ran once, because it was a fun concept. I think with the renewed interest in Goncharov, it would be ripe for revival.

[withlove-xixi]

— SANJI NSFW THOUGHTS: sanji x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, pet names, praise, also cum, roleplay ★ my favorite white guy ... sanji my darling boyfriend ... i miss him i need to start watching one piece again — MINORS DNI! —

first things first, i'm putting my foot down and saying sanji is simply too service top for me to see as a power bottom. im sorry, as much as i know he would be wrapped around your finger, he's not completely powerless. sure if you told him to bottom, he'd be bent over and spread open before you've even finished asking.

that being said, his submissiveness is done completely out of love. he's always treating you like you're the most precious thing in the world, because to him, you're nothing less.

hes definitely not that kinky i'd say, hes just willing to try things you'd like. sure, there are some things that would turn him on (doesn't everything lol?) but i think there would be very few of what hes actually into and definitely some he'd absolutely refuse to do.

ive seen other people say it, but idt he'd be big on like spanking or other kinds of pain play, simply because the idea of hurting you (consensual or accidental) will actually drive him insane and he'd explode. he's a bit wary of things like bondage too because what if you get hurt? your safety is always his priority, he'd do anything to ensure it.

idt he's keen too on the idea of threesomes, voyeurism, etc because hes a bit .. possessive of you. at least, maybe he would allow sharing you if he had the reins. like if he was able to dictate how things would happen and stuff, because otherwise he wouldn't dare even entertain the idea. i think sanji finds sex to be intimate more than anything, it's a way for him to show his love to you, so why must he share that? that isnt to say he hasnt thought about having multiple partners during sex, the idea's passed through his mind once or twice before and it's gotten him flustered, but it's hardly anything he'd really want to do (again, unless he had control of things or if you really begged him for it)

oh and he is so good with praise. he's always showering you with complements even outside of sex. it's always "good job, darling" or "i've got you, sweetheart" and aughhh!! he's just sweet like that. he's always planting kisses on your thighs or chest, on the back of your hand on against you palm. PLUS PETNAMES! he loves calling you all sorts of things, comparing you to summer days or sweet flowers. it was like he was always finding new ways to tell you he loved you.

i think sanji likes looking at you too. sometimes he could be a bit too mesmerized by you, staring intently, hungrily with those pretty blue eyes. he's taking in every detail of your face and body, every bead of sweat on your skin, the shine of slick on your thighs, the rise and fal of your chest. sometimes he gets too busy staring he stays completely frozen lmao.

and ... i think he likes watching you covered in his cum. like he'd cum as deep as he can inside you snd spread you apart just a bit to watch it ooze out, or he'd cum on your belly and smear it over your skin eith his fingers, or he'd cum all over your face and watch it drip off your chin (oh he is definitely getting a nose bleed from all that)

his favorite thing though is when you dress up for him. whether is frilly revealing tops or lacy lingere, he's getting hard as soon as he sees you. again, idt he's got too many kinks, he's just willing to try things out with you, but if there was anything he liked the most it might be roleplay. there's something about seeing you in different outfits and seeing you play the role of a nurse or a doctor sends his blood rushing to his dick lol.

[loudclan-clangen]

sort of an out of the blue ask, but I remember when Weed was first introduced, she and Tundrafrost were said to be old friends and they were being pretty touchy and blushy with each other and Chickadeeblur seemed kinda jealous. Did they actually have a thing for each other, or did Chickadee just misinterpret it that way?

…also I can imagine Weed sort of being the wine aunt to Tundra’s kids and that’s cute to me lol

Tundrafrost and Weed did in fact "have a thing" in their much younger years. Tundrafrost and Chickadeeblur didn't grow up in the valley, and throughout their journey to it Tundra had many non-serious flings, of which Weed was one. When Weed was looking for a place to settle down for her old lady years, she reached out to Tundrafrost, whom welcomed her to the clan. Chickadeeblur had no real reason to be jealous, as she has no interest in taking a mate at this age, and the three are very good friends now. You're so right though, they definately do a kid trade where Tundra and Chickadee get to enjoy Cavepaw's baby phase and take him exploring out of camp to get his energy out while Weed settles down to talk Kingfur, Sockeyepelt, and Chumpaw through their standard teenager drama.

*bonk* *bonk* *bonk* *bonk* *bonk* *bonk* *bonk* *bonk* *bonk*

hehe, love it!

I try to keep the names the game gives me if it doesn't contradict with the setting. Things like "Owl", "Weed", "Jagged", or "Fierce" while not being Alaska specific are things or ideas that would be accessible to the cats and therefore I leave those. But names that do contradict or just seem boring to me I do try to change to something similar but more specific. Sand -> Silt, Chicken -> Chickadee, Prarie -> Tundra, Dog -> Dogwood, etc. It's not that any of these couldn't exist in nature in alaska, they just didn't feel like they fit the story at this point. In the first couple of hundred moons I tried to make sure that litters were named thematically based off of the oldest kit's name and their parent's personality, but after time this just became too much work and I think the random names are fun too. That's why the Tundra x Chickadee babies are all types of salmon and the healer kits all have long plant names. Some themes are definately looser than others. I do definately change the sillier names and try to balance out the "weird", for example, the fish babies all have pretty plain suffixes because their prefixes are pretty out-there and nothing else seemed to pair very well with them. "Kingflight" is just a little much, to my ear at least. Also the healer kits will have short suffixes because their prefixes are so long and just from a purely mechanical standpoint I can't fit "Dogwoodcaterpillar" or "Rosehiptadpole" in a comic panel.

Thank you! And go for it! I'd love to see people use my ideas in their own ways! If you want to give a little "insert idea inspired by @loudclan-clangen" I'd appreciate it a ton, (mostly cause I want to go see what you guys are making), but if not that's totally fine. I'm definitely not the first person to do a lineage challenge, but I'm glad that you like my system!

[erinwantstowrite]

i feel like if you released a 24 hour + video of you talking about your plans for your original book i would sit and watch all of that with no breaks. so: would you be willing to share at least the bare bones of the plot you have now? or even some tropes that would be in it? or maybe random questions like how many main characters? how many povs? if it's sci-fi or fantasy? just stuff like that!

ahhhh!! i'd love to talk about them because they're constantly rotating in my brain!! i hope this doesn't get too long but we all know me, i can never stop yapping 😭

(okay this is present erin editing before posting and yeah this got long guess who called it. anyways there's art and stuff under the cut as well)

(Marked this as mature with violence only because there is an image below where I drew injuries/cuts on a character)

This book has been a thousand different books in all kinds of settings, plots, lessons, etc, and that's because I've had these characters since I was in middle school. At first I was so obsessed with them that I'd write and draw them all the time, to the point that my teachers were concerned I wasn't paying attention. I was seriously into magic and fantasy at the time because Harry Potter books were still the epitome of writing to my middle school brain. Ruby was a wizard with a bird theme that lived in the countryside and one day found out that her town was "alive" in a sense... But after I lost that sketchbook with all of the details (devastated to this day), and started venturing into other books series and shows, etc, I sort of forgot about the og story or what it was like. What remained was a love for the characters I had made over anything else about them, so I'd end up writing stories with a different theme each time, but the ocs being the same, just with their backgrounds shifted. (Around the time I was obsessed with VLD, Ruby was in a sci-fi plot set on a planet in another solar system.)

One of the most recent iterations was Ruby and the other characters essentially struggling to understand death, life, and everything in between. The story is called "Behind the Blue Glass" and I still really like that title lol. All of them had died on the same day, at the same time, just in various different ways, and then all of them came back to life in the same manner. They all developed different powers from the experience: Liam could float/manipulate gravity), August's body was essentially a phantom that could go through objects and disappear, Vin could possess people, Jean had an empathy link with the dead and could talk to and see them clearly, and Maya could figure out someone's cause of death/also tell when people were about to die. As for Ruby, she's the only one who can move freely between the land of the living and the land of the dead. It's different from Jean seeing the dead, as she's still in the land of the living.

The plot of that story was Ruby having dreams/visions of these other people she had never met before and knowing she needed to find them and set "something" right, but she didn't know what. She sets out to find them anyways, and they each join her on her quest to find everyone simply because they never got an answer to how they came back from the dead and find it weird that they all died on the same day and time. They solve deaths of ghosts they come across, meet people who are still grieving lost ones, have to lay some of the ghosts down to rest- all while figuring out why these shady people have started following them and trying to stop them from figuring out what happened to them. I even made some first draft titles (definitely, 10000% inspired by PJO because I was reading it at the time):

to top it all off, it's set in the 2010's I believe? Around that time. Just because I think more books should write about the time era

I have some (recentish) art of the characters:

first image: (Liam on the right, August on the left)

this is what Ruby looked like when I was first designing them for the story:

They're meant to look dead-ish but this art was SO long ago when I wasn't confident in my art so Ruby just looks like a wet rat or smth idk what is going on here

And here's Vin!! I don't hate this drawing of him that much, surprisingly, but this was also drawn a while ago

and this was some art i was planning at the time:

i think that's all of the art that i have for this story (at least on this computer. My old laptop might have more but it's been laid to rest)

to be honest, i'm still thinking about writing this story, but Ruby's name would be changed because at this point, this iteration of her character is VERY different from present day. She's two different characters at this point 💀 that's how you know I've had her for SO long because she looks so different from her original drawings.

The latest version of Ruby ended up in a story with completely different characters in the cast and a completely different setting (even if some of the characters were inspired by their og versions). It's called "The Clocktower's Chime"

It's very much inspired by those reincarnation manhwas. I like those stories but they all have the same plot over and over, and while I was more interested in the versions where the character is sent back in time to live their life again but with all the knowledge they had in the future, I always struggled with the aspect that the characters' mental age is far older than they are. It makes the dynamics a little weird, but they can be excused unless it's a romantic dynamic, I would think? I dunno, it was hard to get into the plots mostly because of that.

So I used Ruby as a placeholder OC and came up with a story where upon their death in the future, someone casts a spell or a god sends them back, and instead of having a mental older age, they get a journal with all of the details of their future. Ruby woke up one day and found a journal written by herself that detailed everything about her future up to the point of her death. It was more like a book, however, rather than a journal. It just looked like a journal because it was in her handwriting.

So Ruby gets this book, doesn't believe it at all, until she notices that there are way too many "coincidences" lining up with the events of the book. She starts believing it could be true, and then decides it must be when she finds out that a prominent family in the country she lives in is going to visit her hometown. In the book, they were there because they learned that Ruby was their daughter that had been kidnapped as a baby and believed dead. However, in the book, Ruby had spent her entire life living as a weapon instead of a daughter, and she died by their hands when she refused to kill a woman that is prophesized to end a war that would devastate both countries.

Ruby is, like, 12 at that point. So her kid brain is like "obviously I run away and go to school in a different country and tell everyone I have a different name and there's no way this could go wrong." Except before she can even do that, she runs into Julias Parlia, a Duke's son from the country that is supposed to be her enemy in the future. Ruby is like "shit this is THE worst adult to run into and I haven't even gotten to the running away part of my plan" and Julias ends up being the reason she doesn't even get to the train station. He's fucking hilarious by the way. He's got a well adjusted family with two loving parents and a bunch of little siblings and he basically picks Ruby up by the scruff of her neck and is like "I want this one she's insane."

This is Julias (kneeling on the ground to talk to Ruby) and Emelie (Julias' knight and childhood friend, she's so silly)

and this is the part where I share art from many months ago... when I posted my most recent art and said Ruby keeps getting buffer every time I draw her, I meant it 💀

Ruby and her love interest, Cecelia

This is Vekenti, a character that was also supposed to be a "villain" in the original timeline. Ruby goes looking for him to prevent his death as well, and Julias obviously is like "Omg another weird kid, how delightful!" Everyone thinks Vikenti and Ruby are related, but they are not. They're just raised as siblings in both timelines and have a lot of the same mannerisms

Julias' love interest (unnamed? I can't find her name anywhere) and him

REALLLY old drawings of what they looked like in the OG timeline (I desperately need to redesign these because I could do better now)

Julias and Ruby again

and that's all the art I have for this one (besides the other post of Ruby I posted today, this is the story that that version of Ruby belongs in. She's looks very different now!).

All of this has been in the back of my mind for a while, and I've been trying to figure out which story I would want to write first. Middle school Erin would love for me to finally write Behind the Blue Glass, but sometimes I find myself wanting to write a fantasy story like Clocktower's Chime a lot more

[bengiyo]

Hi, i'm a newish bl drama watcher from thailand that just started watching thai bls. i'm a bit ashamed to say that for a long time as a gay man living here i've been avoiding bl shows like the plague cuz of both the fandom reputation and of misconception from my yaoi era which i leave far behind. i'm just want to ask how did you got into watching thai bls and what were you preconception before you got into it.

Welcome to the Tumblr side of BL fandom. I'd actually like to also hear more of your experience with yaoi and BL as a gay person growing up in Thailand if you're willing to share.

For me, I'm a Black American from the Gulf Coast (the South). I grew up in a Catholic city and spent my entire adolescence in the closet. Despite having a sense of who I was as early as 8 years old, I kept most of that to myself. Because I didn't talk about it much with people, I found out most information about queer media and queerness from the internet.

I entered BL via queer cinema. I think the first explicitly gay character that I remember from TV was Marco from Degrassi: The Next Generation. There were probably others, and definitely more subtle expressions, but when I think about the oldest gay character I remember and connect to, it's Marco. I don't like counting things like shipping Shawn and Corey on Boy Meets World or Tai and Matt on Digimon for oldest gay characters. Sailor Moon can't even count because we got a censored version of it in America.

I got access to satellite television away from observing eyes around age 16 and started watching content on Logo back when they aired gay content regularly. I watched basically whatever I could late at night. It's how I saw movies like Get Real (1998), Beautiful Thing (1996), and Bent (1997). It's also how I saw Queer as Folk (2000-2005) Noah's Arc (2005-06).

After hitting adulthood I mostly got lost in video games and standard American TV for a while, but I did basically show up to any Gay Event in TV. I appreciate that Stef and Lena from The Fosters (2013-2018) were some of the only TV lesbians to survive the horror of 2016.

I watched a bunch of movies in this time, many of which appear on the Queer Cinema Syllabus I made for a hypothetical Westerner new to BL and queer cinema, which @wen-kexing-apologist has decided to try to complete.

I got into Thai BL in 2018 accidentally. I started seeing gifsets of Kongpob telling Arthit he'll make him his wife passing around Tumblr and was basically like, "Right, what's all this then?"

I had watched a few Thai gay films, mostly notably Love of Siam (2007), Bangkok Love Story (2007), How to Win at Checkers Every Time (2015), and The Blue Hour (2015), but this was the first time I was seeing a long series made available so easily from any Asian country.

From there I got into Make It Right (2016-17) and Love Sick the series (2014). Once I realized that yaoi had moved beyond manga and a few anime adaptations, I went looking for a lot more. I basically haven't left since I started in about 2016 with SOTUS.

There's my basic entry into the genre. I don't think I was as worried about fandom and worries at the time because so much of being a fan of queer cinema was a mostly-private experience for me for so long. I didn't realize that BL fans active in the space would predominantly be women or queers figuring themselves out. It took a while to adjust to that, and also to adjust my expectations of the kinds of queer stories BL distributors were willing to fund.

That being said, I tend to agree with @absolutebl that BL has a useful role in normalization for non-queer audiences who encounter it. I like cheering BL when it does things I think work really well, and also deriding it when I think it does things that are offensive to help nudge the genre and offer my perspective as a gay man.

I like the place we're at right now where there's way too much to watch for any person with other hobbies and responsibilities because it means that people can pick and choose what's to their tastes.

More often than not, I'm probably most-invested in something airing from Japan because of my melancholy nature, but there's so much variety these days that it's okay if you don't like everything. I certainly don't!

I'm glad you joined us on Tumblr and look forward to your thoughts!

[writingredrose]

birthday surprise | Idia x reader

summary : It's Idia's birthday today and you decided to get him a present. Along with maybe something you've been wanting to tell him for a long time

warnings : none :3

fic type : fluff

a /n : Is it just me or Idia is a VERY hard character to write? :') Also mb if the romantic scenes suck, I can't write them well :'(

— Introduction —

The snow was slowly falling onto the grass outside Ramshackle dorm, covering it in a nice thin snow blanket. And while outside it was peaceful, inside the dorm was chaos.

The AceDeuce duo had invited themselves in the dorm earlier, but that escalated quickly as for some reason while you and Deuce were talking, Ace started chasing Grim through the whole dorm. “Hey Grim! Ace! Can you sto- AGH GRIM COME ON!„ You quickly avoided a blast of fire coming from Grim too close to a certain blue box that was sitting close to the window. “Shit,the box! Deuce! Do something!„ “I'm on it Prefect! I summon thee, cauldron!„ “Are you stupid?!? Don't -! „ Too late, a big cauldron dropped from thin air not only stopping the fight, but also making a whole new hole into the already destroyed floor. Well, at least the box was safe and steady in your hands. You got closer to the cauldron coughing a bit from the dust in the air. “You've got to be kiddin' me man, I just fixed the floor!„ “Ah, sorry Prefect, I just couldn't think of another way to stop the fight„

You sighed and looked at the box on your hands. “You could've destroyed the box idiots. Must you always fight when you're together? You're like a bunch of children!„ “Oh come on! We didn't even do anything bad! Besides what even is in the box that's so important??„ You look at it again, the faint blush on your face doesn't go unnoticed by the three. “It's a present for Idia„

You would've never guessed Idia would even allow such a party with this many people. Thinking about it, he probably didn't, it was most likely Ortho who wished his big brother would interact with people more, and since it's his birthday he probably saw a big opportunity for it.

Speaking of which, you've been looking for Idia for a while now. There were two options here : 1. either he was locked in his room not even bothering to come out or 2. He is somewhere here, hiding in a corner most likely playing one of his gacha games. You figured you should keep looking, you were sure your present was definitely gonna boost his mood. As you were looking for him, you accidentally bumped into someone. “Ah! Y/N-san hello!„ Looking down from where the voice came from, it was none other than Ortho. Well, maybe he could help you find Idia. “Ortho hello! Hey, I have a question. Do you have any idea where your brother might be? I can't seem to spot him anywhere„ “Of course! Nii-san is right over there in the corner — he said while pointing at the far wall in front of you — He's a bit overwhelmed tho, I hope you can help him, he always seems to like having you around„ Smiling down at the boy and thanking him for helping, you made your way to far back of the room.

And there he was. He was staying on the floor with his knees up and his chin on them playing on his phone. You silently made your way to him and sat down on your knees, box still on your hands. “Hello there birthday boy, are you alright?„ You spoke loud enough for him to hear but not the other people. Idia left out a squeak almost dropping his phone at the sound of your voice. He looked at you and prayed to the sevens you didn't see his pink cheeks. “H-hi Y/N-shi. I'm.. I'm fine. I just hate being in a room full of normies and loud music... that's all„ You looked at him with a small smile. Oh how he loved it when you smiled at him like that. “Yeah, loud music definitely gives me a headache, say, I have a present for you, do you want to go open it in your room? It's less overwhelming there„ Oh Idia loves you so much. He was more than grateful that you understood how he feels perfectly. “Uh yeah, I'd-I'd like that„ „Great let's go!„ Only when you both got up did Idia notice the box in your hands. That must be the present you were talking about. He can't help but have a small, almost unnoticeable, smile on his face at the thought of you going out of your way to buy him a present. Given the fact that your financial situation wasn't the best.

You both discreetly made your way out of the Ignihyde lounge and successfully made it to Idia's room unnoticed by anyone. Idia closed the door behind him and turned to you. You were sitting on the floor with the biggest grin on your face. He laughed. “With how excited you are, people might think you're the one getting the present, not me„ You giggled at his comment. “I'm just excited for you to open it! Now come on! Come sit next to me and open it!„ You patted the spot next to you and Idia hesitantly took a seat on the floor next to you. You excitedly handed him the box motioning for him to open it.

When he opened the box, Idia couldn't contain his surprised yelp. In the box there was the ENTIRE collection of a manga he has been bragging to you about, for months. He never bought it because he never found it online. And he never thought about checking in irl stores. Idia looked at you with wide eyes. “W-where did you get this?!? I couldn't find even one volume online!!„ You laughed at the reaction. “Hm..well, with the help of Jack, Ace, Deuce and Grim, I've been able to find it in one of the stores around Night Raven„ “But-...but, this, without a doubt, was like EXTRA EXPENSIVE!! How did you-?„ “Oh the teachers gave me a hand with money, I helped them after hours and they paid me for it. It was..some very long 5 months„ “FIVE?!„ While Idia was surprised by your gesture, he couldn't help but smile brightly at the gift. Again, the thought of you doing something like this for him...he knew you knew he was a loser who stayed in his room all the time, despite that you still went out of your way to buy something like this. He turned his face to you, his tips of his hair pink and so were his cheeks. “T-thanks... really, I love it„ “You're welcome„ And that's when Idia saw it, despite the genuine smile on your face, he knew there was something else that was bothering you. It's a thing he picked up after staying so much with you, your habits and what they meant. “What's up?„ His concern didn't go unnoticed by you. You took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, and oh, how beautiful those yellow eyes were. “There's uh... there's something else in the box..„ The blue haired man looked in the box again, and he noticed a paper. He took it out and he figured it was some sort of birthday card. He heard you whisper read it with your head turned around so you wouldn't look at him. Oh boy, what was it? Is it bad? Did you want to break his friendship with him and you wrote it there?!? Did you realize he's a loser and you left him for someone better?! No that can't be! How would he be able to bottle up the courage to confess if you wouldn't be friends anymore?!? Idia didn't like that one bit. Trying to ignore the overthinking in his head, with shaking hands Idia opened the card.

He looked at the text first, mostly admiring your beautiful hand writing. As he started reading, his hair became more and more pink while progressing through the card. He thought he was going to die right then and there when he first read the words "I love you" Idia likes you, he loves you, he adores you so much, he can't even put it into words. He loves your presence, your laugh, your face, everything. He had never told you simply because he knows he's an ugly loser, and you'd never like someone like him. But right now, with the card in his hands, he can't help but silently yelp and the words. You love him and he loves you.

Looking back at you, Idia noticed you still didn't look at him. Body slightly shaking in anticipation. You were scared, scared that he might think it's disgusting for you to feel such things. Even tho he was the one to break the silence. “I- I really...-re-really...- love you...too„ SEVENS WHY WAS HE STUTTERING SO MUCH. He can't get a word out of his mouth. That's when you decided to finally look at him. Your eyes were wide and looking at him with your face read, Idia was thinking that surely his was redder than yours. He looked at the floor and spoke again. “I-I've liked you for..for a while„ Idia looked at you again, he knew you wanted to say something, he waited, not patiently, but he waited. Finally, you took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. Idia was sure going to faint if you kept looking at him like that. “Can I....can I kiss you?„ The moment those words reached his ears, Idia's hair turned a bright red. Of course he wanted to! He dreamed of kissing you, and that happened only in his fanfics! Maybe he shouldn't tell you that tho.

Idia slowly nodded and you both got closer to each other. Closer and closer until your lips meet. And, oh, Idia thought for a second he reached the heavens. How nice it was to kiss you. He hesitated for a second before he lightly put his hands on your waist, trying to get you closer. You answered by putting one of your hands on his cheek, while you intertwined your fingers with the other.

The kiss didn't last long, as Idia needed to breathe. Soft pants could be heard from him, his hair still bright red, like his face. You smiled at him, you smiled at him like you smiled at no one else. And so did he. He gave your hand a squeeze before, once again, breaking the silence. “Can we...do that again? Please..?„ You laughed before scooting closer to him, your bodies almost touching. You got close to his lips to whisper a barley audible "Of course we can„ Before kissing him once again.

Idia hoped he could stay like this forever. Now his birthday party long forgotten by the both of you, only thinking about each other at the moment, and how you hoped you could stay like this for eternity. Ah, how much he loved you.

[eulogium-red]

i'd like to see more of the theme of "family" in overwatch. we see it a lot with ana & fareeha, ram & zen, brig/torb/rein/bastion, genji & hanzo. but those are the obvious ones between playable characters. the ones that are much more clearly written on the wall, even once-in-a-blue-moon players could pick up on. much else is hardly focused on despite how much family (or a lack thereof) has shaped many of the character's lives & identities for better or for worse

i don't like how martina & the unnamed reyes kid are only mentioned in passing, despite gabriel himself visiting often unannounced. clearly they were an important part of his life. clearly, family is an important part of his life — i'm very willing to wager that small passage about the death of his parents in declassified was written very intentionally. his complicated relationship with death, and how it was further affected by his own "death," & how he's now in some warped reversed position with his new family. but we don't get much more than a few voice lines about martina (is she even mentioned by name in-game orrr am i not remembering?)

i want to see how ashe manages the gang throughout the second omnic crisis. or perhaps we could see her mannerisms slightly change with bob. maybe instead of standing side-by-side with him as she is in the reunion cinematic, she puts herself more between him & potential unrealised threats. or maybe she subtly tries to nudge him under awnings whenever she spots ufos, weary they're housing subjugators — little things that are very intentional. maybe her demeanor tilts ever so slightly from confident but guarded, to guarded but confident.

i want to get a better picture of the role sam english played in fareeha's life just from playing the game, especially after ana's presumed death. i want to know more about their relationship other than the christmas dinner they had. i wonder how many players just assume fareeha's father died young, or assume the writers didn't care to write one at all? for a long time, i thought the former. i wonder what sam thinks of some of fareeha's closest friends — has he met cole & angela? what does he think of helix? we hardly even see fareeha's native heritage expressed other than the two skins off the top of my head

what about cassidy & echo? i know this is a more implied one, but cassidy was the first one to nurture her "childlike intelligence." even today, he guides her — he encouraged her to help winston&co at paris when he was still on the fence. one of the cutest things for me is her enthusiastically shouting "hello winston!" mid-battle, presumably not long after cassidy told her to say hi. she probably would've either way, but i also don't want to discredit the role cassidy has had on her development & i really do want to see more of them

or, speak of the devil, how winston views everyone at overwatch as family. how in watchpoint: gibraltar's 1st defense spawn, you can see the little beds he set up for lena and mei, how you can read an email as proof he got the blankets from a small kids blanket business. the way he keeps photos of the gang, years later. how vehemently protective he was of all their locations. i wish we could see it reciprocated a little more, i wish we could see individual sleeping areas for other heroes as the story progresses, or more items on his desk. & that's not even getting into hammond

& i don't think i can have a family post without mentioning dad 76 or how i desperately want to see benicio being the best supportive dad for lúcio more but honestly i'm getting pretty sleepy so either i'll add more later or someone can add more.

depending how you stretch the definition of family here, it can include other dynamics too. baptiste finding a new sense of belonging in the new overwatch, or mei braving the antarctic to not let her team's death go in vain & to help people who can still be helped — from jiayi and her team still on mars, to the people who now need her help on earth. i'd also argue hana's squad in korea. what are niran's siblings up to? are we gonna see more of efi & orisa? moreover, how are all these non-playable side character characters handling the invasion? i guess we got some texts between lena and emily

family is such a powerful motivator, but can also be really complicated, as seen with the amaris and shimadas + kiriko, i wish we got a similar amount of investment some other places too

a major theme of overwatch is moving towards the future, progressing in some way. & that looks different for everyone depending on their emotional readiness to do that, and what they view "progression" as. so it makes sense a lot of characters don't look back on those they lost along the way so much, at least not too openly (zarya comes to mind), but that's what can make their present relationships with others that much more worth preserving & seeing

probably an impossible ask of a game feeling the effects of layoffs that's primarily focused on pvp/bp/shop items but ykn

thank u for coming to my tedtalk

[lostcherise]

Kiss and Tell

pairing: jesse pinkman x f!reader (established domingo/krazy-8 x reader relationship)

summary: Jesse Pinkman had a tendency of playing with fire - he was cooking meth after all. But the riskiest thing he could do was go behind Krazy-8's back, with his girlfriend of all people - you.

word count: 6,317

warnings: domingo being an asshole, infidelity, smut, bathroom sex, piv sex, fingering, blowjob/mouthfucking, nipple play, praise kink?, squirting, creampie

a/n: i don't condone cheating, just to clear things out. i haven't proofread this yet, but i'd love your feedback, it means a lot!

 Another sigh angrily slipped past your lips.

How many more could you take.

This would be the last one, you thought silently to yourself. 

The bass from the speakers behind you thumped rhythmically, and although it was loud enough to block out all outside noises, it did jack shit at blocking out the freight train that was your thoughts. The vibrations traveled all the way from your head, just right above the back of your neck - that one spot that once had you shivering whenever Domingo would use to brush his lips against your skin, just the way he knew you liked it - all the way to your toes. 

Another party Domingo had dragged you to, yet another party you were left alone at. At first you liked coming with him, but for the past year, as he delved deeper into drugs,  Domingo had grown more distant and cold; things had shifted. Consequently, so had your feelings for him, too. But by the time you had realized, you were already in too deep to back out. 

Thirty minutes in, while you two were mingling with some people you didn't quite know, Domingo was dragged away from you. A "business" partner. Since you didn't toy with the idea of spending the rest of the night with a bunch of strangers, you decided that that was your cue to leave. That is how you had ended up on some stranger's couch all by yourself. Getting sick of your own wallowing, you decided you needed a drink. You sprung up from the old leather couch and with swift steps you found your way to the kitchen, and made a beeline for the assortment of booze and mixers that were laid out on the kitchen island. 

"I thought that was you, yo!" A voice spoke a tad too excitedly behind you.

You turned around and were met with a familiar pair of icy blues. "Jesse, hey." you greeted him. 

"Now," he spoke up, coming up to stand close to you. Too close, you thought; just when he leaned in a little closer to grab the bottle of vodka in front of you. "What are you doing out here by yourself?" he asked, his voice now an octave lower. Jesse was studying your face closely, but you avoided his intense gaze. With a deep sigh you tried to regulate your fastening heartbeat, and kept your gaze locked in on a spilled Cola stain on the granite top. 

"Did he ditch you again?" Jesse gave you no time to reply. Tonight was the third time he had found you all alone after Domingo had ran off to somewhere. You still could remember the first time it had happened perfectly, despite all the alcohol in your system that time. You remembered all the bits and pieces you shared of yourselves, you remembered the way you both laughed at embarrassing childhood stories, and you most definitely could remember the way Jesse was staring at you whenever it was your turn to speak. Jesse would look at you so intently, so deeply; he was literally staring into your soul each time you talked. 

It was after the second time this had happened when you realized that you may enjoy his presence as more than an acquaintance. That was also the time you realized that you could not let your guard down and let Jesse come waltzing in with his baby blues, perfect sm-

"That obvious?" you snorted, pushing your previous thoughts away. You smiled up at Jesse, though it never reached your eyes and he could tell, but he chose not to make any comments on it. 

"That's why I came to the rescue, yo!" Jesse exclaimed, reached for a can of tonic water. A small smile played on your lips while you watched him fix you a drink. 

"My knight in shining armor," you took the red cup from his outstretched hand. "Truly." you emphasized after a generous sip, of what was 3/4 parts vodka and 1/4 tonic, barely. You supressed a gag through gritted teeth, as the alcohol burned its way down your esophagus and almost burning a hole through your stomach. 

You fell into conversation; it really came to you like second nature. He was so attentive to every little thing you said, looking into your eyes intently with each word you said, to show that he really listened, and he made you feel at ease. 

Jesse rested his chin on his palm while he studied you as you spoke, subconsciously leaning in closer to you. One move from you and your lips would meet in a fiery kiss that you had been longing for since the last time you two saw each other. 

Though the next moment he pulled back and looked behind you. Fear flashed for just a second through his eyes, before he broke into a fake nonchalant smile. 

"Yo, Kraze, we were just about to come lookin' for you. Right?" Jesse laughed nervously, his eyes moving to meet yours briefly, to make sure you were on board with his impromptu lie. 

"Yeah, babe," you agreed, voice sickly sweet. "Been lookin' for you all night." your tone came off a bit more snappy than you intended. 

Tension loomed heavily over the three of you, with Jesse stuck smack down in the middle. He looked nervously back and forth from you and Domingo, chewing on his bottom lip; neither of you said a word to one another, yet a lot was said by your shared silence. 

"Well," Jesse cleared his throat, and bravely broke the silence first. "You found us first, so..." he trailed off with an awkward laugh, raising his hands and letting them fall against his thighs with a slap. "See you around." and with that he grabbed his drink and left. 

Domingo turned his head, watching Jesse walk out of the kitchen. He turned to look at you with an accusatory look, one eyebrow raised and his lips pressed into a frown. A few seconds passed like this; you paid attention to his flared nostrils moving with each deep inhale he took. He took slow steps towards you, it almost felt as if he was a predator sizing its prey. 

"So, what now?" he spoke, his voice dripping venom. "I leave you for a bit, and you go running straight to your new boy toy?" he spat the accusation your way. He was now standing right in front of you, and you watched rage dance around in his eyes. 

With that it was your turn to scowl, a deep line forming between your furrowed brows. "How fucking dare you?" is all you could muster at that moment. Instinctively, your hand moved up to slap him hard accross the face, but he caught your wrist mid air. You gasped, only now realizing what you were just about to do and fear started burning deep inside you. 

"Don't you ever," Domingo growled through gritted teeth, his face reddening as his anger grew deeper; his grip around your wrist tightening. "Think about doing that again." 

"I'm sorry, I-" you stammered. Your chin quivered while you gnawed on your bottom lip to bite back down the whimper that threatened to escape. It hadn't registered in you yet why you felt like crying exactly. Maybe it was anger, or disappointment. Disappointment at Domingo that he would accuse you of cheating. 

Or maybe you were mostly disappointed at yourself for even wishing it had happened. 

"Save it." he raised a finger in indication to shush you. 

"Babe I-" 

"I said fucking save it." he yelled, catching you off guard. "Let's just fucking go." Domingo grumbled and grabbed you by your elbow, tugging you harshly behind him. 

He dragged you through the other unsuspecting party goers, your body bumping heavily against them while Domingo dragged you out of the house. A few curses were aimed your way but you weren't in the right headspace to deal with that. Searching through the small crowd, you hoped to catch Jesse one last time. You spotted him laying down on a bean bag, a small glass pipe in his hand. Jesse locked eyes with you and followed your retreating figure; his brows wrinkling with worry. You smiled reassuringly to which he only pressed his lips in a tight line in acknowledgment and gave you a wary wave before you disappeared out the door completely. 

The walk back to the car was silent, your hed hung low and you hugged yourself, following Domingo with slow steps down the driveway, the gravel crunching beneath your platforms. By the time you arrived on the passenger's side, he was already in with the engine already running, waiting for you while he tapped his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel of his Buick. You had just barely gotten your right foot in, and moved to close the door when you were already moving. 

You shot a glare his way that fell unnoticed, given how he refused to even spare a few seconds of his time to look at you the moment he dragged you out of that forsaken party. With a sigh, you silently admitted your defeat and shifted in your seat, your body just ever so slightly turned to the right, with your back halfway turned on him and just stared out the window the entire drive back home.

With vigorous movements you towel dried your hair, lingering on the entrance of your en suite bathroom and you studied him, him sitting on the edge of your king sized bed; elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, his pointer fingers pressed against his lips. After what felt an eternity, you decided to break the silence first. 

"Not talking isn't going to make things right, you know." your voice came out shakier than you intended it to be. The last time you had felt this type of scared was when your dad had found you and your cousin secretly smoking one of his cigarettes when you were both 11, you had stolen the entire pack right out of his pocket during his daily afternoon siesta. Your heart thumped with the same vigor it had that day, when his towering figure had loomed over your tiny self, the sunlight that was shining behind and around him had cast a shadow over him, making him all the more menacing. 

"There's nothing to talk about." he groused, hands still on his face. 

"Nothing to talk about?" 

Silence. 

"Nothing to talk about, really?" you repeated louder this time, a newly found surge of courage came over you. "How 'bout," you paused, stepping to stand in front of him, hunching over to be in his line of vision, "You accusing me of cheating on you! On what conjecture, please, enlighten me?" 

"Oh, don't act dumb on me now." Domingo chuckled dryly, standing up on his feet. "I've seen you." 

The thumping in your chest picked up its rhythm. Your mouth closed and opened like a fish out of water, yet no sounds fell past your lips. With one step Domingo took towards you, you took another one back. Until your butt bumped on the edge of your dresser, the various toiletries on top rattling softly upon the impact. 

"I've seen how he looks at you." he muttered, his breath hitting your face with each word he spoke. 

"Just because he has a silly crush on me doesn't mean I want him." you rebuted, and the lie came easy to you. Maybe if saying it out loud would make you realize how foolish this situation was and that you'd move on from this incident, and cuddle each other to sleep like you once used to do, almost a year ago. Maybe denying his accusations would make your growing interest in Jesse dissipate. It was normal, after all, for couples to hit rough patches along the way. It really was normal that most days out of the week Domingo would opt to fall asleep on the couch instead. It was normal for him to start hugging you less. It was normal. 

"Whatever helps you sleep better at night."

You slept alone that night too. The only thing different this time was you dreamt of Jesse.

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The loud thumping was instantly muted the minute you dragged the balcony door shut behind you. Another party; this time you were alone. All the days leading up to today, you tried to act as if the real reason you decided to come, alone at that, wasn't in hopes of bumping into Jesse. Now, although the two of you had exchanged contact infromation, it felt like a bold and shameless thing to reach out to him, considering you were in a relationship and Jesse regularly worked for Domingo. So, you chose to go a more subtle route. 

You decided the party was too boring for you after realizing Jesse wasn't there and went out for a smoke. Maybe you'd go home right after. Reaching into the back pocket of your boot cut jeans, you fished out a crumbled up packet of Malboro Menthols. A small lighter was nestled in between the last three cigarettes, of which you grabbed one and put it on your lips. 

The sparkwheel rolled against the pad of your thumb and the lighter scritched. You rolled it again, the flint scraping once more but to no avail. 

Chk, chk, chk. 

"Oh, man. Come on." you mumbled, the cigarette in your mouth bobbing up and down. You tried once more, nothing. With an angry grumble, you tossed the broken lighter through the balcony, it landing somewhere on the lawn. Truth is, you didn't really care about littering some stranger's lawn. 

"Here." A voice sounded from next to you. Jesse was leaning against the railing, a lazy smile dancing on his lips and his outstretched hand was holding an already lit lighter. Your eyes widened in surprise and you leaned in towards it, and took a drag, the end of the cigarette lighting up with a fiery ring. 

"Thanks." you exhaled. 

"Your knight in shining armor strikes once again." he jested, referring to when you called him that the last time you two were together. Your laughters died out and you fell into silence. To you it wasn't awkward, it felt sort of comforting. Though, you couldn't say the same for Jesse. You softly scrunched your brows and watched with squinting eyes as he figdeted anxiously. His eyes wide and set on nothing in particular as he stared right in front of him. 

"Menthols, huh." Jesse pointed out, internally cringing at his sorry attempt to start a conversation. He gripped the balcony railing, mentally berating himself for not being able to keep his cool around you, something he came to find out was impossible to him. He avoided eye contact, the white chipping paint seemingly more engaging to him. 

"Yeah, why? I like the taste." your reply came off more defensive than you intended too. Domingo sometimes would tease you for smoking them, often saying they were 'too girly.' 

"Nah, I fuck with menthols, yo." Jesse replied, and oddly enough you found that little fact about him comforting. 

You smiled, mostly to yourself, occasionally flicking ash off of the edge of the balcony. Having almost reached the end of the cigarette, you threw it on the floor and squeezing it beneath the tip of your boot. Instinctively, you reached for another one, with shaky hands. Your nerves were getting to you and you smoked like a chimney when nervous, going through a whole pack in one go, easily. Being around Jesse alone, completely alone, wasn't helping. 

"You, uh," Jesse's voice broke the silence once again. "Here alone?" his tone rising a bit, you swore he almost sounded hopeful you'd say yes. 

When you gave an affirmative answer, you noticed Jesse visibly relaxing and gaining a bit of confidence. His back straightened up and his shoulders rolled back and he nodded, taking in the new exciting piece of information. If he didn't take Domingo's absence to his advantage to shoot his shot with you, he'd beat himself up for it for the rest of his life. He observed you, how that one stubborn piece of hair kept falling out of place and you kept pushing it behind your ear. How he wished he could be the one brushing it off of your face, to softly graze your skin, so he could take the chance to memorize how soft and warm you felt against his fingertips. He silently admired you from the side, taking in your side profile. You really were beautiful from whatever angle, all around.

His chest constricted once the realization hit him. He rubbed his nape with a tattooed hand, an action he always did whenever he was really nervous, his cheeks ballooning as he exhaled deeply. Sure, to him you were gorgeous, but each time he got the chance to spend time and talk to you, it was becoming clear to him that he wasn't into you just for the sex. The sex would be just another added bonus.

However, there was a huge obstacle. Domingo. His brows lowered into his eyes, a thought occuring to him; you were here alone. Jesse watched you nervously fumble with the cigarette pack in your hands and immediately reached into the pocket of his oversized hoodie, for his lighter. Although he could simply hand it to you so you could light your cigarette yourself, he'd rather offer his flame to you. It felt sort of, intimate. 

With a smile, you graciously accepted, lighting your second cigarette, and you mumbled in thanks. 

"You and Kraze broke up or something?" And although Jesse tried to play it off all cool and nonchalant, you could hear the hopefulness in his voice. 

At that, your smile faltered and you were brought back to reality. "No, but you wish we had, don't you?" 

Jesse stared at you with wide eyes, surprised that you could see right through him. His cheeks reddened in embarrassment and he tried to mask it with a laugh. "Nah, I-"

"It's okay, you don't have to lie." you reassured, although it was mostly said to tease him. Now, his entire face was red and you smiled triumphantly, glad that it had worked. 

Jesse looked at you ashamed. That only lasted a second though, and before you could register what was happening, Jesse's lips came crashing against yours. His hands found his way around your neck, while yours remained frozen at your sides. His kiss was hungry, yet unexpectedly soft, so soft it had you reeling. You felt your knees buckling and braced yourself against the metal railing. Just as you began to relax against him, you harshly pushed him off, the reality of what you had just done crashing on you like a tidal wave. 

"What the fuck, Jesse?" 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I thought..." his voice died out as he took in your distraught state. 

"I need to leave." you whispered and bolted the scene.

What you failed to pay attention to was that Jesse was tailing you. You weaved through the crowd and up the flight off stairs, in desperate search of a bathroom, feeling the need to throw some nice, cold water on your face to calm the raging heat coursing through you. Turning your body to the side, you tried to avoid the couple making out at the top of the stairs and continued your way down the corridor.

After accidentally walking in on a drunken threesome in a spare bedroom, you successfully found the bathroom. You were about to close the door behind you, when the tip of a sneaker prevented you from doing so. You peek through the door and you're met with the one pair of ocean blues you were trying to avoid. 

"Why are you following me?" you demanded, trying to push the door, to which Jesse pushed back this time using his body too, to stop you from closing the door on him. 

"Look, let me explain." he grunted, fighting you to push the door open. "You're surprisingly strong." he thought out loud, giving one final push and making his way in, closing and locking the door behind him. 

With a huff, you angrily crossed your arms against your chest, pushing one hip out and raising an eyebrow at him in an indication to keep talking. Jesse licked his lips and your mind drifted back to a few minutes ago, when those same lips were pressed against yours. And, oh, he tasted so incredibly sweet; like the first taste of ice cream on a hot summer day. And you mentally beat yourself up for wanting, no, needing more. 

"I like you, like a lot." he scoffed and widened his eyes for emphasis on 'a lot.' "If that's not obvious by now." he chuckled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck so hard it turned red. Sighing, he kept rubbing his neck, his hands moving upwards and pushed his beanie off as he did so. His light brown locks were disheveled and all over the place and he lightly pulled on them in frustration. Jesse was so nervous it almost looked as if he was in pain. He looked at you with a serious gaze, "The question is if you feel the same." he asked, his voice thick with emotion. 

"Look, I'm not stupid, okay?" his voice rose a little, getting tired of your silence. "You yourself told me how shitty Kraze has been treating you, and I know you like me too. Why fight it?" he whispered the last part, now standing closer to you, searching your eyes with a pleading gaze. 

With a turn of your head you tried to avoid looking at him, hating the fact that he was right about this. That Domingo was also right about this. But no matter how you tried to fight your feelings, Jesse kept pulling you deeper and deeper into him until he consumed you, like a black hole. 

"Tell me you don't want this, and I'll leave you alone." he mumbled. 

"I don't want this." you whispered, your gaze transfixed on the 2 in 1 shampoo bottle on the edge of the tub. 

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want this." he mumbled in defeat. "Please." he cupped your cheek and turned your head, forcing you to look at him. 

You opened your mouth, ready to lie to his face. To tell him it was all a misunderstanding, that you saw him as nothing more than a friend, that you were happily in a loving relationship. Yet no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't force the words to come out. You silently stared as a swarm of emotions swam through the ocean of his eyes, and you swore you saw a sliver of hope in there. 

Because to Jesse, your silence was enough of the answer he needed. 

Jesse leaned forward and closed the distance between you, this time he moved more reluctantly. When you wasted no time in kissing him back this time, he visibly relaxed and sighed happily into the kiss, one hand snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his body, while the other cupped your jawline. This time, your hands moved to wrap around his shoulders, allowing your body to fully relax against his, his hand rubbing circles on your waist, before reluctantly moving down to squeeze the soft, round flesh of your ass with his palm. 

You let out a high pitched whimper into his mouth, almost feeling embarrassed at your reaction. To your defense, it had been a while since you were last kissed and touched like this. Jesse took this as a chance to let his tongue explore your mouth, his tongue clashing against yours and tasting the menthols you were previously smoking. Pulling away from the kiss, he turned you around, your back now facing the door, and walked towards it, until your back met the wood with a soft thud.

Wasting no time, Jesse resumed on his work, but this time he buried his head into your neck, kissing and biting, leaving angry red marks in his wake. He didn't care if your boyfriend saw the marks littered across your supple skin, in fact, it turned him on more just thinking about Domingo finding them. He bit and sucked harder, and your head fell back against the door as a loud moan fought its way past your lips, and Jesse only took advantage of the access you had just given him. 

While Jesse worked his way on your neck with his mouth, his hands busied themselves with your breasts, cupping and squeezing through your tank top. You weren't wearing a bra and most definitely Jesse could tell by the way he could feel your hardened nipples against his palms. 

"This is getting in my way." he mumbled in between kisses against your skin, referring to your shirt. And with no warning, he pushed the neckline down, your breasts spilling out with a bounce. "Fuck." he groaned at the sight of them, your nipples were so hard, they were practically begging for him to have his way with them. Jesse involuntarily bucked his hips against yours at the thought, and you could feel him hardening against you. His fingers squeezed your breasts softly and while one hand remained on your breast, massaging it, his other moved to give some much needed attention to your nipple. With the pads of his thumb and finger, he began massaging your hardened nub, occasionally pinching it, to which you moaned every time. He tugged and pinched, admiring the way you writhed in pained pleasure. 

"Harder." you whispered, ashamed of what you had just asked him to do. Never in your life had it crossed your mind at how into this you would be. 

Jesse grinned smugly, silently complying and gazed through hooded lids at how your face scrunched up, as you let out yet another moan when he pinched and tugged at your nipple hard. He dove his head down, his lips enclosing around your sore nub. His lips were soft and wet, just what you needed after his assault on your breast, the contrasting feeling of pain and pleasure had you rolling your eyes back into your skull. He groaned softly against your breast, his tongue lapping in circles around your nipple, occasionally sucking and grazing it with his teeth, and it only had your mind wandering on how good he could eat you out.

While his lips were focused on one breast, his other hand worked on your other breast, sending your mind into overdrive. Deciding his work was done, he moved his lips on your other newly sore nipple. And while he busied himself on your chest, his tattooed hand slowly made its way down to the hem of your shirt, nimble fingers sneaking beneath your shirt, and down the waistline of your jeans, not caring about unbuttoning your pants. 

"Mhm, you're doing so well." Jesse mumbled against your breast, before leaving his mark on your skin. His right hand was now nestled on your clothed cunt, his middle finger drawing circles against the wet patch of your lacy underwear. "And you're so wet already." he groaned and moved your underwear to the side, to slip a finger in. 

"You're nice and warm, can't wait to feel you around my cock." he continued his praise, pushing in and out in a slow and steady pace. "Would you like that?"

You merely nodded in response. His hand cupped your jaw, pulling your head down and forcing you to look into his eyes, pupils blown out in pleasure. "Use your words, baby." he commanded in a soft voice. 

You nodded. "Yes, yes please." your voice came out in a broken moan that was silenced by his fervent kiss. He added his ring finger into your pussy and picked up his pace, pushing into you knuckle deep. His fingers pushed into the soft spongy part inside you, hitting that perfect spot just right, his palm pressing against your clit as he did so. 

"Oh, fuck, Jesse." you moaned his name, and another string of curses followed suit as he sucked on your breasts like a man starved, his pace nice and steady against your cunt. With each thrust of his fingers, your pussy grew wetter by the second, your slick coating his fingers and seeping through the thin fabric of your underwear and onto your jeans. Your face flushed as you felt an almost forgotten, but familiar sensation pool at the bottom of your stomach, fighting its way to push through you with vigor. 

"I'm so close." you whined, holding on to his shoulders for support for your impending orgasm. 

"Be a good girl and cum for me." Jesse whispered hotly in your ear. And that was all you needed to tip over the edge, your vision flashed white for a moment and your breath hitched in your throat as the first wave of your orgasm hit you, your walls pulsing around his fingers as you came hard. 

"Fuck." you groaned, slowly coming back to reality. Jesse pumped his fingers two last times before pulling out of you with a lewd sound. 

Pulling you off the door, he turned you both around and he leaned against it this time and quickly moved to unbuckle his belt. Feeling needy and desperate for him, you assisted him in unbuttoning his jeans and letting them pool around his ankles. You licked your lips hungrily, admiring the way a wet spot had formed on the side of his burgundy boxers, right where his leaking tip was. You fell down on your knees, immediately burying your face in his clothed crotch, mouthing his hardened dick through the cotton barrier of his underwear.  

"Fucking cock tease." Jesse grumbled and impatiently pushed his boxers down, his cock springing free and hitting you on the cheek. 

You wasted no time in your work, grabbing the thick base with one hand, your lips enclosing around his leaking head, lapping up at the pearly beads of precum coating his slit. Circling your tongue around his shaft, you slowly made your way down before pulling back entirely halfway through. Flattening your tongue on the unerside of his dick, you ran a long strip all the way down to his balls, not wasting a chance on sucking on them one at a time, before licking your way back to the tip. 

Hollowing out your cheeks, you made your descent towards the base, struggling with his length against your mouth, gagging softly as he hit the back of your throat and you tried to relax your throat around him to  take him further down. Breathing through your nose, you finally made it all the way to his pelvis, your nose rubbing against his trimmed hair. Your gaze was transfixed on him, patiently waiting for him to look down at you.

When he finally did, a string of curses ripped through him. His hands moved down to your face, gently pushing your hair out of the way, in contast to how he was bucking his hips against your head to meet you halfway. He pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and used that to his advantage to easily push your head further down on his cock as he bucked his lips into your mouth. 

"You're so perfect." he breathed out in pleasure as you licked the underside of his dick. You hummed in response to his compliment, bobbing your head up and down a bit faster. "Shit, keep going like that and I'll cum in your mouth." he laughed and decided that was enough for today. He needed to be buried deep inside you, now. Pulling you off his dick by your ponytail, he moved his hand behind your head and guided you back on your feet, eyes locked on one another. He pulled you into another searing kiss, this one hungrier and needier than ever before, before turning you pressing you face first against the bathroom door. 

Without saying much, he unbuttoned your jeans and you helped him pull them down, just as desperate for him to fill you up with his length. They fell all the way down to your knees, and you spread your legs open, angling your ass back just right for him to enter you with ease. 

"Look at you, so needy." Jesse cooed, pushing all of your hair to the side, exposhing your shoulder, on which he placed soft kisses, singing his praises. You, lost deep in pleasure, could barely form a coherent response, nothing more but a few whimpers. 

"Need you." you managed to croak out, shaking your ass against him, feeling his cock brushing against your ass; long and hard. With a steadying hand on your hip, he inched closer to you, his other hand wrapped around the base, helping him angle himself better against you. Teasingly, he circled your slick entrance with his tip, and slid his length against your folds, gathering up your wetness and naturally lubricating himself, before he pushed his way in. 

Gently at first, he buried himself deeper into your needy cunt, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust and he bottomed out with a groan and ground his hips against you before slowly pulling out. With only the tip inside, he pushed back into you in one swift movement, repeating again before picking up his pace into a steady rhythm, that had you moaning uncontrollably. 

Your knees buckled and you desperately tried to steady yourself against the door, thank God for Jesse gripping your hips and keeping you upright as he fucked his length into you. Jesse looked down at your connecting bodies, enjoying the way your pussy swallowed him right up, and you fit around him like a glove. 

"You take me so well." his voice shaked as he tried to keep his composure. 

"Don't stop, please." you mewled, your chest slipping further down the door, causing you to bend down deeper, opening up to him more and allowing Jesse to plow deeper into your wetness. 

"Tell me," he groaned, his hand moving around your throat, just below your jaw and pushing your head back, making you look at him. "Does he fuck you like I do?" 

Your breath came out in a shocked gasp, not expecting that question at all, Domingo not having crossed through your mind for a second, until just now. Jesse's upper lip twitched while he picked up his pace, your moans only growing louder with each thrust of his hips. 

"Tell me." 

"N-no, he doesn't." you admitted. 

"That's what I thought." he grinned and released you from his grip, and pulled out of you entirely. You looked up at him with a confused frown, before he pulled you into a kiss and guided both of you towards the large bathroom counter. Without breaking the kiss, he placed his hands beneath your thighs and picked you up, sitting you on the edge of the counter, the marble feeling cold against your bare skin. Now tugging on your jeans, he removed them entirely. Out of their own accord, your legs spread wide open, exposing your throbbing pussy. 

With a smile, Jesse pushed himself back in, starting off slowly and picking up his previous pace, this time adding his thumb to the mix, rubbing circles against your swollen clit. Your hands gripped his shoulders for support, your legs hanging off in the air. Jesse leaned down and moaned into your neck, and placed sloppy kisses on your exposed shoulder. 

"I'm so close, Jesse." you moaned, running your fingers through his tousled hair and moved to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer  to you. 

"Me too." he groaned, fucking into you deeper, faster, harder with every bit of strength he had left in him. 

Jesse continued fucking into you like this for longer than you anticipated, occasionally moving up to kiss you. With each thrust of his you felt the familiar heat pooling around your lower abdomen, also feeling your walls tightening around his cock. With a steady hand on the back of your head, he held you in place, leaning his forehead against yours, his baby blues staring back into your eyes with so much emotion. 

"Cum for me, baby." he cooed. 

You obliged, feeling the familiar heat bursting inside you, although this time it hit you harder and longer, your thighs trembled as you gushed, squirting your come all over your thighs and his. "Fuck!" you screamed, as your orgasm continued pulsing through you in waves, and he continued fucking it out of you. His thrusts grew sloppy and uneven; he was close. 

"Shit, shit, shit!" Jesse thrust into you two more times, before unloading himself into you. You pushed his exposed ass with the heels of your boot, and kept him in place agianst you as he filled you up with his cum, coating up your walls. His hips had now fallend into a lazy rhythm, as he continued fucking into you, small droplets of cum falling out of your sore pussy. He stilled, his dick now almost complety soft and pulled out of you with a wince. However, he still remained in between your legs, kissing you, caressing you. 

After a couple of minutes, you both cleaned up in silence and now that the cloud of lust had dissipated, the harsh reality hit you hard. You had to break up with Domingo. You weren't sure telling him about Jesse would be wise, although, he would put two and two together and figure it out on his own, but leaving that part out was the best move. 

After all, you never kiss and tell. 

[kunikida-spotted]

hi hi!! since you like kunikida, i feel like you’re the right person to ask :D

how do you think kunikida would act/show care for people around him? the ada for example.

i’m writing a fic about how kunikida silently shows his care for the agency, but i tend to struggle with characterisation so i need your thoughts. because he obviously cares for the ada members a lot, but i don’t know how to portray it in a way that’s not too “soft” or “goody-two shoes” while still making it clear that he does love these people.

sorry if this is out of the blue lol :’) ty for your time!!

ACKKK THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!

I love analyzing characters 😼

this is going to be a long one. I do not apologize because I love kunikida

also tumblr ate this ask so I found this in my notifs and not my ask box

(also I want the fic please please please I want to read it please)

Some things are canon (first few) others aren't.

We already have seen a few ways he shows care for members!!

Dazai;

-Calling daily. It's in his schedule to call Dazai. And to make sure he's coming into work.

-Telling Dazai he can always vent if he needs to.

-"You were so talented. I couldn't have asked for a better partner."

-Buys Dazai food. Also Kunikida makes food for Dazai. (not canon but hey. he would and you know it)

-They banter a lot, but we still know Kunikida cares.

-Kunikida listens to Dazai (Dazai rambles a lot)

-Also hugs. A lot of hugs. Like he just gives him hugs. Kunikida will hold Dazai and rock him, idc what anyone says.

Atsushi; (I've realized this is all canon info and not personal headcanons)

-Praise. He does respect Atsushi, especially after he saved Kyoka. (After saving Kyoka, he praised him by saying 'good job')

-Yes he gives Atsushi lectures and reminders.

-Kunikida is proud of everything Atsushi has done. He compliments Atsushi's work (Kunikida compliments everyone for their work btw)

-Kunikida trains Atsushi!!

-Also let's not forget the hug they shared during the reunion.

Ranpo; (this is also all canon..)

-Kunikida praises Ranpo often. Like really often.

-"We'll be counting on you, Ranpo-san."

-"The ideal detective— no, in fact, the ideal ability user."

-Even after learning about Ranpo not being gifted, he still acts like Ranpo is.

-They do have a close bond. Ranpo has told Kunikida that he's the strongest. Ranpo also supports Kunikida, and tells him to stay calm and act like Fukuzawa during the cannibalism arc. (This is more about Ranpo, but still it shows they're close enough to say this stuff to each other)

Yosano;

-Respect! He does respect Yosano just like the other members.

-He surrendered his own life for Yosano's. This was because of the Hunting Dogs. (this goes along with respect)

-He knows Yosano's schedule. Take that as you will.

-Kunikida fully believes that Yosano can always help him no matter the injury. He doesn't care if he's injured because he knows Yosano can help him.

-Because of that one, I'd believe that he'd do a lot for Yosano as thanks. Gift giving, hugs, whatever Yosano is comfortable with.

Kyoka;

-Kunikida is very kind towards Kyoka. He opens up to her after her entrance exam. Which we can see the differences in the anime and manga.

-Kunikida gives lots of advice to Kyoka. He does the same for Atsushi. I'd say this is because he's technically a "higher up" because he joined before the two of them.

-He has also given Kyoka a page of his notebook in case of emergency while Kyoka was trying to save Atsushi. (canon)

-Definitely helps her with tasks. If she's struggling, no she isn't, Kunikida is right there.

-Headpats!! And he gives her stuffed animals as gifts.

-Did I mention that he definitely carries a stuffed animal on him at all times just so he can give it to Kyoka? Because he 100% does (prove me wrong challenge) (level impossible)

Kenji;

-Kunikida actually knows a lot about Kenji. Specifically his ability and the way he acts with others.

-Unfortunately there aren't many interactions of the two.

-However, I think Kunikida would do everything Kenji wants. Not just because he's a higher up/ superior, but also because he has a weakness to Kenji. nobody wants Kenji angry.

-Both can easily give bone crushing hugs, so I think it's easier for them to hug each other than to hug other people.

-Yes Kunikida buys Kenji food. Yes he gives Kenji blankets for when he falls asleep. Asagiri told me himself trust me

-Kenji and Kyoka play with stuffed animals and dolls/ toy animals. Kunikida now keeps some random toys and animals with him just to calm them down.

-Kunikida also buys Kenji stuffed animals because he realized Kyoka liked them and Kenji seemed to want them as well.

Junichiro;

-Canonically, they do trust each other!

-I think Kunikida treats him to food a lot. Just as a little treat.

-Also praise. If we know he canonically can give praise then he should praise Junichiro for his hard work.

-Junichiro likes physical touch (my opinion) so I think Kunikida gives him hugs and pats on the back.

-Like you know that thing people do where they pat someone's back and then rub it? That's literally Kunikida to anyone I think. Just mainly Atsushi and Junichiro.

Naomi;

-I don't think they've like canonically interacted?

-Also treats Naomi to food. Just mainly sweets because she loves sweets.

-Hugs. The Tanizaki siblings love physical touch. That's their number one love language.

-Pats on the head for good work.

Haruno;

-They don't hang out much. But he will visit her.

-Daily check ups. He just visits her or goes to her during work and asks if everythings okay. (I think he does this to everyone, just a headcanon)

-Also headpats. At this point he has probably patted every single person's head at some point. Except for Fukuzawa (out of respect for him)

Fukuzawa;

-He has a lot of respect for him. We know this.

-Asking how his day was, making sure he's okay.

-Buying/ making him tea.

-Taking him out for food or drinks, whatever Fukuzawa is preferring in the moment.

-Hugged him once. Was horrified about it. Was also embarrassed because he didn't even mean to like it just happened.

-Fukuzawa didn't mind and hugged him back. This only made Kunikida more embarrassed. Also I think Kunikida's face and ears go read when he's embarrassed.

Katai; (if you're including him)

-They've known each other for ten years. They know each other well.

-Kunikida visits him often. Normally he reminds him to do chores, or does the chores himself.

-Kunikida encourages Katai to go outside. He'll also tell Katai to try going out without his futon.

-They're very close! Kunikida knows basically everything about Katai, and knows how to help him out.

-Kunikida praises Katai. (all above canon and this too)

-Kunikida makes food for Katai. I think he does it because Katai doesn't eat healthy food often.

-Kunikida and Katai cuddle. Trust me guys (whatt I'm definitely not a kunikatai shipper hahaa that'd be so weird..)

-Kunikida tries to go out with Katai but because Katai is a hikikomori it's pretty hard to do.

-Kunikida listens to all of Katai's ramblings on literally anything. Katai will listen about Kunikida's ideals too.

-Kunikida gives Katai words of affection a lot. Katai is insecure and Kunikida knows. That is why.

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Unintentionally he will headpat people at the agency. Like "Good work." and then suddenly his hand his on their head and he pats it. Not even for a specific reason, he's just did it so frequently to the younger members and now it happens to everyone.

He takes everyone out for food/ drinks seperately, just so they can have a little bonding moment.

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This definitely didn't take like two or three days tee hee

Lots of tags because this took a lot of time

[siblingskissing]

Ronance headcanons?

Ronance Headcanons

I have had the BIGGEST brain rot about these two, you guys don't even know, so please excuse my rambling session in this post. As always- feel free to share your headcanons, opinions, thoughts ideas, just be kind <3

-Robin is the biggest simp to ever exist. Nancy mentions liking a color? Guess who's suddenly adding it all over their wardrobe! A favourite food? She's already learned how to cook it. Allergic to something? Robin will destroy it with her bare hands and make it go extinct to protect her girl.

-Likewise, Nancy would and will kill for Robin (come on Robin tell her to kill for you she wants to)

-Their favourite dates include them sitting in one of their rooms, a movie or music playing as they discuss conspiracy theories or whatever story Nancy is working on

"There's been a ton of missing items from farms in the areas. Animals, tools, bales of hay-"

"could it be aliens?"

"Alie- Robin it's not aliens!"

"What? Interdimensional monsters are real but aliens aren't?"

-Many people assume Nancy would get annoyed by Robins carefree joke centered attitude but actually she calms down whenever Robin tries making jokes.

-She doesn't like when people don't take things seriously, but she knows Robin is taking it serious, but using humour to make sure they don't spiral with the problem

-their relationship definitely started off rocky but with some time, understanding and surprisingly really deep conversations they learn to appreciate the little things about one another.

-Robin loves Nancy's drive and her leadership skills. She makes sure that everyone takes her seriously and if the kids complain about Nancy being a hard ass she brings them back to listen.

"Nancy's not our boss!"

"No, but she's the one keeping you dipshits safe- she knows what she's doing so listen up and quit complaining"

-They kids listen to Robin more and so when she follows Nancy with no complaints, the kids unconsciously follow suit.

-When Nancy gets stressed/aggravated Robin will be there to lend her a shoulder. They're very much leader/Right Hand man coded to me.

-Nancy doesn't know much about queer culture so when she does eventually come out Robin is happy to talk to her about it and share what she knows.

"So we use Blue violets because Sappho used to describe women wearing garlands of them,"

"Sappho?"

"... Do you have a spar 3 hours so I can explain Sappho and Greek poetry to you?"

-They take all kinds of cute little Polaroids that they keep at Robins place

(examples of said Polaroids)

-Robins family is more supportive so often Nancy goes over there to spend the night

-when college comes up in discussions Robin mentions that she enjoyed investigating with Nancy, the research was fun when they didn't have death looming over them.

"Yeah, learning Russian to break the code was awesome- the torture kind of ruined it though-"

"The WHAT?"

-Nancy asks Robin 1000X if Robin is sure she wants to go to the same college/same field and Robin promises her that she isn't only going because of her.

"I'd follow you anywhere, but this is also for me- if I have to do one more customer service job I might kill someone."

-They love movie nights, curled up under a blanket watching whatever film they can find. Robin always finds the oddest ones and sometimes some really deep indie films. Nancy also enjoys the foreign films she can find and let's her choose.

-on nights Nancy chooses- she likes care free fun films. Nothing too heavy because she likes the simplicity

-Theyre a gross matching couple- but in a new fun way.

-Mat hing colors in their respective styles, using each other's clothes and making it go with their personal choices, matching patterns/designs.

-They also shared shoes sometimes

-On the 90s Nancy gets a more "Rachel from friends" style like this

-Robin eats it up like no one is watching and often has to hold back from just kissing her 24/7

(also I badly wanna do a look book of the characters so Please someone ask for that because I love fashion)

I definitely probably have more but here you are!!

[billthedrake]

This one I started a few months ago but didn’t get too far yet. It started off as a spinoff of Dads I’d Like to Fuck and took on a life of its own.

THE SPORTS ILLUSTRATED JINX

Doing that cover was how I met my partner, my first one at least.

The Sports Illustrated issue had just dropped. A big cover photo of me, looking serious and posting with my bat, and the words "Miracle Worker" in big letters over my image. I was winding down my rookie season in the majors at the age of 21 and had exceeded high expectations. Life was good.

"Don't pay any attention to that jinx business," a man said as I was out a high-end steakhouse after a game, enjoying a drink in the bar area. "It's all bullshit."

The man was my type to a T. Late 40s, sturdy build, some gray in his medium-length hair, masculine dad-next-door looks. I am often guarded in public, but I gave him a big smile.

"Yeah?" I asked. "I sure hope so."

This man had an easy way about him. Confident, but not overly so. "It's definitely BS," he added. "Look at Trout. Didn't hurt his career one bit." His blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he talked, and I had to wonder if I was reading too much interest in them. Sexual interest. "But you don't need me to tell ya that, man."

I shrugged. "Well given how many people have brought up that fucking jinx," I said, "it's nice to hear a different point of view." I extended my hand. "Luke... nice to meet you." I mean, the guy clearly knew who I was, but I wanted to know who he was.

"Dan Ogle," he said, as he clasped my hand with an equally strong grip. In baseball you judge a man by his handshake. Dan was used to being judged. "It's an honor to meet you."

"You in the business?" I ventured.

"It shows?" he chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a scout. Was with the Orioles organization and now work independent."

"Smart move," I quipped. "The Orioles seem a mess lately."

"Ouch," he laughed harder. "That's tough, man." He gave my shoulder a friendly, gladhanding pat for a second. "Listen... I'm here to meet an agent buddy of mine..."

Something about his eye contact made me wonder if I could make a move. "Let me give you my number, Dan," I said.

The way his eyes lit up said I'd made the right call. Maybe he was just star struck. But I'd work that in my favor if it meant seeing more of that sun-weathered face and those sea-blue eyes. He pulled out his phone, and I told him my number.

****

The first drinks I grabbed with the guy was basically a date. We didn't call it that. But we made the usual small talk. Dan knew a lot more about me than I did about him. So I had him tell me his bio. He'd played in the majors a few years and got into the coaching side in some single-A team. Was frustrated by the lack of opportunities there so went into scouting. Was married once, no kids, divorced at 38.

I talked more about what it was like to be a star. Even if Dan Ogle was never a magazine-cover caliber player, he understood me. The benefits of being idolized and famous, and the drawbacks. I didn't talk about the latter with a lot of guys, but I felt I could with this pro-ball veteran.

Our eye contact got heavier as we talked. Like we knew what we were dancing around without coming out and saying it. Finally, I asked, "So, Dan... you able to be discreet?"

Without missing a beat he nodded. "Oh yeah. Absolutely." Those sea blue eyes staring back at me, with clear expectation.

"It's been a couple of months since I've gotten laid," I said, laying my cards on the table.

He let out a playful whistle. "Way too long, Luke."

"What about you?" I asked, finally nudging his knee under the bar. This was gonna happen, and I knew, and I was throwing hard in anticipation.

"About the same," he smirked.

"We should go fix that," I hissed.

"Now?" It wasn't a question of surprise. More, Dan was trying to read what was on my mind.

"If you're up for it... yeah, now." I knew my voice was getting that horny edge to it.

We settled up our check and I went over to Dan's hotel room. I wondered if we were going to have more conversation, maybe figure out what each other was into sexually. I was strictly top or into getting serviced. I normally got my way, but sometimes older guys think it should be the other way around.

But we didn't talk. Instead we met for a kiss as we rapidly stripped off our clothes. I'd barely unbuttoned my jeans when Dan crouched down in front of me, pawing my crotch and reaching in to pull out my cock.

"Damn, that's a big dick," he gasped. And then revealing he did not find that a problem in the least, the middle-aged ex-jock leaned forward and started sucking me.

"Holy shit!" I laughed. I wasn't 100% surprised Dan Ogle sucked cock. After all, I'd met up with older guys who liked to fool around. But I was surprised he was so into it, so good at it. He sucked me fast and hard, like it was his last cock ever. I didn't think that the almost rough sucking would feel good, but it was incredible. Those long fast mouth strokes and that heavy suction were gonna get me to nut, too soon.

"Ease up, man!" I gasped. "I'm almost cumming."

The veteran ex-jock spit out my prick and sucked in some air, as he swallowed that excess spit. "Yeah?" he teased, now hand stroking my bat. "What would be wrong with that?" The man was horny, and I loved how thrilled he seemed to be about sex. No hang ups whatsoever. That was a first for me, actually.

"Come on, man," I almost complained. "Let me at least feel up your body for a bit, you know... enjoy this some."

That took Ogle by surprise. I think he thought I'd just want to shut my eyes and use his mouth or something. Maybe that's what dudes like me had done before with him. Leaning back, he showed off his bare chest. "Didn't think you'd be into all this, man," he smiled.

"You have no fucking idea," I growled. I could unload my daddy issues on Dan later and tell him how I was wired for men over 40, but for now, I just wanted that physical contact with that more mature muscle. "Let's get on the bed," I urged.

I stripped off the rest of the way and ate up the way Dan's eyes feasted on my nakedness and my erect state. Maybe it was the ego boost he needed to strip down all the way and almost pose for me as he got on the bed. His body wasn't perfect but it was pretty damn nice. Strong muscle, just the right amount of hair, amazing legs. Dan had been a catcher back when he played.

His body felt hot to the touch when we embraced. He was a good kisser and seemed to get into the sensual, slow approach. I matched his speed, even as I was horny as fuck and leaking against his furry belly. We made out and rolled around some, and I ended up on top of him. Heart pounding against his chest and his strong grip feeling up my lat muscle.

When I pulled back from our lip lock the 40-something scout had need in his eye. "You wanna be in me, Luke?" he asked softly.

"Hell yes," I growled.

He smiled. "I got some lube in my bag in the bathroom, if you wanna get it. Rubbers if you want, too."

I hoisted my athletic body out of bed and went to get the stuff, my dick sticking straight out like a divining rod. The stuff was easy to find. Indeed next to the small lube bottle there were two foil packets. I loved that a man like Dan came prepared.

I didn't take a condom, though, and I could read Ogle's silent excitement as he saw me empty handed other than the lube. I flipped the cap and squirted the slickness onto my fingers as I got up on the bed. Any other time, I'd enjoy more foreplay and rim him out some. I loved eating ass, and an ex-catcher daddy would be one hell of a feast. But I needed to fuck.

He hissed at the first finger but the second went in like butter. Dan Ogle wasn't a slut bottom, but this wasn't his first rodeo. As I lined up my cock, I was excited to be topping such a hot guy. It was still sinking in that I was a lucky bastard.

"That's good," Dan said softly as I pushed in. His sea blues were looking up, and he was nodding slightly as I pushed on. I knew why. He was tight as fuck and he knew I wouldn't be able to read if he was good to go. Thankfully, he was.

"You have an amazing ass," I grunted as I bottomed out. He was hot and snug and his insides felt alive around my cock.

Dan was horned up, and his dick twitched on his furry belly. He had some love handles but otherwise was total DILF. "I can't believe you're here fucking me," he almost laughed.

I held my body steady for him, his legs on my shoulders. "You ever fantasize about me?"

"Didn't dream to," he admitted.

"But a player like me, right?" I nudged him mentally. "You always wanted to get nailed by a guy like me." That second part was now statement, not a question.

"Jesus," Dan growled, a deep belly growl. "Fuck yes."

"You got it, man," I said and just started fucking. Not hard, but it was a deep steady fuck and I was hung enough for him to feel it.

He stroked as I railed him then let go when he was getting too close.

"Go ahead," I urged. "I'm pretty close, too."

I watched him stroke and I watched his hand work up his pleasure in tandem with the internal stimulation I was giving him. Then I watched the 40-something ex-catcher spew his pearly white seed all over that gorgeous daddy fur.

"FUCK!" I grunted and felt my own cum rising up, all of a sudden. Two months was a long time between lays. I held his legs tightly and humped his ass with a couple of final fast strokes.

I was flush red and breathing fast as I came down. Dan laughed at me some, and I laughed with him. "I needed that, buddy," I said, giving his meaty chest a playful dual fist bump before I leaned back and slowly pulled out.

I had to watch the slight creampie in his hole before it shut back up. A conquest trophy.

"I could tell," Dan grinned as he lowered his legs and shook out the stiffness. "I don't normally like it missionary, but that was hot as fuck."

I grinned, plopping down on the bed. "It was."

Dan gave me one last look, like he still couldn't believe his luck and still couldn't believe this happened. I got that look a lot, and I always ate it up. "Gonna shower off," he announced.

He was back to normal when he got back. A little quiet, maybe moody. I didn't know his deal, but I wasn't gonna find out. I took a piss and got dressed.

"Take care, man," I said as I got ready to leave. He was on his phone, checking on texts or something.

He looked up. "Yeah. Have a good one."

I got the message. One time thing. OK by me. I was a player, a hunter, always onto the next lay. One time things were my MO.

Only the next morning I awoke to a text. Dan Ogle's text, sent fifteen minutes earlier. "I got an 11AM plane to catch. But maybe I can interest you in a morning BJ before I go?"

I texted him a thumbs up and my hotel and room number.

****

It's not as easy having groupie sex when you're into guys as when you're straight. But it happens for me far more than you'd imagine. I just have to be cautious with my approach, feel a guy out. The thing is, if a guy has a remote bi-curious streak, it's almost a sure thing that a star athlete will be able to exploit it. The star struck thing goes a long fucking way, and guys felt excited to be close to me. Even if only for an hour or a night, they were getting one-on-one Luke Fulton time.

My first groupie was when I was still in the minors. But I was clearly a top prospect in the farm system and come Spring Training I had a chance to practice and play with the big league guys.

I was gathering up my stuff after an afternoon game versus the Tigers when I saw him. A few of the guys would meet with fans after, but this man seemed to be waiting for me. He was very much a typical corporate looking dude. Medium height, golf shirt, golf tan, khaki shorts, ball cap, expensive watch, dad sneakers. Meaty dadbod build filling it all out and looking pretty good for a man in his 50s.

"Hi Luke," he said, polite but also forward. "Can I get your autograph?"

That was my first request for one, actually. I smiled. "Yeah?" I said, registering my surprise. "Um, sure."

I walked up and set down my bag. He handed me a pad and a pen. "You're gonna be the biggest star," he said, referencing the pro team name whose roster I was vying for. His gaze was on me, like he was trying to memorize the whole encounter for later. That was my first taste of groupies, the way they might not even be showing sexual interest but they clearly are into me and being around me.

"I'm not 21 yet," I reminded him.

"Well, I've been watching your progress. Ever since the draft." OK, Corporate Dude was one of THOSE fans.

"Who should I make this out to?" I asked, maintaining equally heavy eye contact. Corporate Daddy was good looking in a normal way, and that turned me on, too. He reminded me of the men in my hometown. I even flashed a wink, nothing too over the top, but doing as much flirting as I dared.

"Jim," he said. "God..." he continued as he watched me write my dedication and sign my name. "This is really cool."

I looked up and flashed my grin. "Isn't this what you come to Spring Training for?" I asked. "To meet the players?" Maybe I was starting to lay it on thick.

Jim was gung ho, though. "It's my second year here, but yeah... the chance to talk to you guys is incredible."

His eye contact was heavy and his wedding band made me think he wasn't the blabbing type. I still consider a band the best insurance when hitting on a guy. I took another paper out of that pad and wrote my number on it.

The man seemed embarrassed. "What's that for?" He asked.

Goddamnit. I guess I misjudged. "Never mind," I said, maybe a little curtly. After all, it wasn't any guy I gave my number. I started to grab the paper back.

He blushed, getting it, really getting. "Oh. That's cool, that's man. I'll keep it. If that's OK."

I nodded. "Just keep it private, OK?" I meant my number but also the fact that I'd given it to him.

"Oh yeah," he said.

I gave him one more wink and picked up my bag to walk back to the locker room.

It was an hour later when I got a text. "Hey. It's Jim. Thanks for giving me your number."

"Thanks for using it," I typed back. I was hanging out with some of the guys from the team, about to get some dinner.

I didn't hear back for a few minutes, then I got another text. "I don't normally do this kind of thing."

"It's cool man. I don't bite. No strings no expectations." I didn't have my mojo down, but I knew with a guy like this corporate dad you had to reassure him.

"What are you looking for?" I could almost sense his nervousness on his end.

"That's something better talked about in person," I wrote.

"Yeah," he acknowledged. Then "I'm around all week."

"Tonight?" I wrote. "9?"

"Yes."

He gave me his hotel info, which worked better. I was in a good mood when I showed up and gave a soft knock.

Jim had a nervous, naughty look as he ushered me in. "Hey..." he said as he shut the door behind me. "I shouldn't be doing this."

I got it. I'd met married men with misgivings before, but none as strong as this man's.

I paused and looked at him, giving him my best friendly expression. Giving him an out. "It's up to you, man. I'm not gonna pressure you."

He thought for a second. It was like I knew what he was thinking. Wondering if he'd ever get another chance at this. "I wanna," he replied.

"Cool," I said and stepped up to him. I'm used to seeing athletes and coaches all day, so sometimes a normal build like Jim's pales in comparison. But now that I was there, up close, he looked pretty damn fine. My hand touched his chest through his golf shirt and moved down to feel up his sides. I drew him closer to me, being forward now to claim a kiss off him.

He grunted as our lips met. I slipped my tongue forward and felt his excitement grow as his lips part and accepted it. We made out for a minute, which is the surest way to get my motor running. I was rock hard now, for sure.

I pulled back and examined his handsome face. "I guess I should have asked if you kissed," I said.

He exhaled a breath he'd been holding. "Yeah... that was my first kiss with a man, actually."

I cocked a grin. "Whaddya think?"

"'s pretty wild," he answered honestly. "But good."

My fingers now caressed his side, and I could sense he was getting majorly hard, too. "You done anything with a guy?" I needed to know where I stood.

He shook his head. "Back in college. You know some fooling around with fraternity brothers. A couple of blow jobs, that kind of thing."

I cocked my eyebrow. "You ever give one?"

Jim blushed some, making his reddish tan redder. "Yeah... it was years ago."

I pulled him closer to me, so he could feel my hardon against his own. "I'd very much enjoy getting one, man... if you're up for it." He was warming up to the idea, I could tell, but I wanted to head off any hesitation. "It's just us here. No one's gonna know."

"I don't know if I'm any good," he objected.

I moved my hand up and patted his shoulder. "Trust me, I'll love it." I didn't throw in a "pretty, please," but I was being as gradual and coaxing as I knew how to be. "Come on, why don't you sit on the bed?"

He nodded and stepped back from me. He was rock hard in his khaki shorts, which was a good sign. And as he settled on his hotel bed, his look was one of excitement more than nervousness.

I didn't want to spook him, but I was getting crazy horny. Jim was pushing my buttons big time. I stepped up till I stood about a foot in front of him. Then slowly, I undid my shorts and pulled out my boner.

Some guys comment on my size when they first see my endowment, but Jim just silently watched, eyes going wide.

"It's OK, bud," I assured him. "Just take what you feel comfortable with." I scooted closer so my hardon was an inch or so away from him. His licks were tentative, then less so. I could sense the novelty for him, and the thrill that came with that. I knew this was the last thing he expected to be doing on this trip.

"You've done this before, man," I urged. "You got this."

He nodded and then opened his lips to take me in. He bobbed up and down on a few inches. Jim wasn't lying. He wasn't any good at this. But I loved the feeling of his warm mouth and the wet tongue against my steel-hard dick. And I loved the rush of seeing this regular married daddy servicing me. I let him do his thing for a minute then spoke again.

"Feels nice," I encouraged him. Then, "Just suck me like you enjoy being sucked, man."

That seemed to make something click for him, and he adjusted his blowjob. Jim wasn't gonna be a pro cocksucker any time soon, but THIS was a lot better. He flenched when my hand touched his hair, but when he realized I was just gonna stroke his head in encouragement he relaxed back into it.

"Take your time, bud," I hissed, spreading my stance a little. "Takes me a good couple of minutes to work up a head of steam. But this feels awesome."

It did, and the physical sensations were starting to build up. But I also imagined this guy sucking dudes back home, showing off what he'd learned on me. That was the trigger that got me off.

"You better swallow, man," I growled. Mr. Easygoing was gone. I didn't want him pulling off. Maybe my fingers curled around the back of his head to keep him from retreating.

He grunted. Agreement, I guess. But he kept sucking as I spurted into his craw. I heard a choked sound, but it wasn't an actual choking. Mostly a grunt of excitement as he tasted, then swallowed, as fast I was pumping more sperm into his mouth and throat.

"Damn, that was nice," I hissed as I let go of his head and finally stepped back out of his sucking mouth.

"Did I do OK?" he asked, voice thick with my cum still. Something about that question was adorable and exciting both.

I smiled. "Fuck yea you did." I nodded down to his hard crotch. "You need to get off?"

He unzipped. Clearly, sucking me had worked him up. He spit into his palm and I watched him start pulling his pud. It wasn't gonna take him long, not from the excited look in his eyes and the fast fist motion. I stepped closer and let my dong sway in front of his face.

That got him going. "You got a great cock," he admitted.

"And you sucked it," I reminded him.

"Yes," he grunted, and like that he was cumming.

"That's it, man," I urged.

Our release complete, I stepped back and tucked back in as he wiped himself with a Kleenex. His mood shifted some.

"We good man?" I asked. He could have all the guilt pangs he wanted, but I didn't want a full-on freak out.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Thanks for that.... I'm gonna remember that for a long while."

"If you wanna make some more memories this week, you know where to reach me."

[whumpsday]

hiya!

this is maybe a little out of the blue/off topic, but I was wondering, do you ever get stressed about plagiarizing when writing whump? I feel like, for a lot of the tropes I really enjoy, and want to write, I've already read just about every rendition out there. having all these awesome whump stories in my head inspires me to write, but I'm also petrified of stealing someone's ideas and stepping on toes. have you ever run into an issue like this?

I'm currently trying really hard to write my first series I wanted to share with the whumpblr community, and I'll be real, the core idea is a very specific trope I've read many times because I love it dearly. I wrote my first chapter and I want to write more but just feel totally stuck without new ideas and paralyzed with the fear of stealing from writers I love and respect dearly. I'd really appreciate any input you might have.

thanks!

- @fleur-a-whump

no, i don't! you are WAYYYYY overthinking it. you aren't "plagiarizing", you are inspired. that's a good thing! kane & jim borrows a lot of elements inspired by other whump series too, i made a whole post listing them here! mainly inspired by 5 other whump series plus the anime/manga the case study of vanitas. seeing someone's writing and thinking of a story on your own based off that isn't stealing, and that's not a healthy way to look at creativity.

and if you're calling something a trope, then it's definitely not an idea "belonging" to a specific writer. the whole meaning of the term trope is that it's something common.

if this is something that worries you, you could try writing something along the lines of "inspired by [story] by [author]!" in your writing post. i've had that happen to me a bunch of times, and every time i see it i get so happy! i'm always honored when people take inspiration from my writing! (PLUS i get to see my favorite tropes done again without any writing-effort on my part hehehe...)

"There is no such thing as an original idea." - Mark Twain

[snootlestheangel]

141 Headcanons

This is "the 141 as shelter dogs" cause that's the only thing on my mind the last 5 days. It's so rotting my brain so I have to share. If nothing makes sense feel free to ask questions. I'd love to explain in more detail about my job since I actually didn't know how much goes into a shelter.

Anyways this is just a little thing right now cause I'm tired and brain no work except when it comes to my work

Some things: bonded animals are harder to adopt because they need to remain together and people often don't want that responsibility.

There are waivers for animals. Typically dogs will have waivers that are for they have a bite history, cannot be around small children, cannot be around small animals like cats, cannot be with other dogs.

Ghost

He's a big Shepherd/Pyrenees mix that's known for being a bit difficult to handle. He came in because animal control took him from a really abusive home. He was terrified of everyone but used his teeth and big size to fight first.

Hes the entire staff's favorite though because they all know it's not his fault, its just the abuse he suffered all those years. The behavior team loves when they get to spend time working with him on leash training and desensitization.

He started improving cause they introduced him to playgroups (where he gets to finally meet other dogs and play with them). He spends most of the time hiding between the team lead of that particular playgroup (despite being like half her size). He does eventually come out of his shell a bit but he's still very reserved.

Gets called "handsome man" literally all day by staff. So many treats. Is actually the sweetest and prefers to sit and "keep watch" then anything else.

Is bonded with Soap. Has bite history waiver.

Price

Big shaggy looking older dog. Has the schnauzer beard so he definitely has some of that in his blood. Called "Captain" cause he just seems to be in charge. Just has that face of "I'm the boss" despite being a dog.

Gets overlooked a lot cause he's not the most attractive dog for people wanting to adopt. He's shaggy looking and a bit grumpy, he's also an older dog so he's overlooked a lot.

Was surrendered for biting the neighbor. It's not his fault, it's the neighbors but ya know. Dog bites person, dog gets taken. It's an unfortunate reality and often times either the owners don't want the dog back or can't get them back.

Soap

Aussie/border collie mix. Has a patch of brown on his head that makes it look like a mohawk. Has the brightest blue eyes and looks just as intelligent as he is.

Was dumped on the shelter's doorstep. He quickly ate his way through a delivery that had soap in it, hence where he got his name.

He became a favorite quickly, got adopted, but was returned in less than a week. The reason being he was "too jumpy". Yes. This is a real ass reason people return their adoptions.

He gets introduced to Ghost as a playmate. They think Ghost needs a more social, confident dog to be buddies with (nothing else is working). It goes great, the whole staff is shocked when they see Ghost play wrestle with this little maniac.

It goes so well, in fact, that Ghost gets more stressed when he's not out in the run with Soap. They end up putting the two together in a kennel that's technically a room. (Something called a real life room that enables higher stress dogs or dogs with buddies to stay visible for the public)

He likes to use Ghost's head to stand on his hind legs when it's food time. Likes to yell but one slap from Ghost and he'll stop.

Gaz

Puppy privilege. Isn't even technically a puppy anymore, he's just got the face and personality of one.

Has a big prey drive though. Was surrendered for killing a bunch of stray cats.

Literally described as sassy cause he'll "talk back" and gives side eyes all the time. Known by the dog walkers as a menace just cause he's strong despite his size, and will yank the leash out of your hand or pull your arm off when he sees anything interesting.

He's a "walk only" dog because he's also an escape artist. Can be in playgroups but needs the "rough and rowdy" one to keep him occupied so he doesn't try to escape.

Soap and Gaz both throw hands with the people trying to leash them for walks, to go on the runs (little spaces of concrete made for dogs to go to the bathroom and play), to go meet potential adopters. Price will politely stand there and let you leash him. Unless Ghost knows you, he will lower his head and let out a growl but doesn't do anything else.

[probably-writing-x]

Back Off

Summary:

Warnings: Alcohol use, jealous boyfriend, arguing

Author's Note: dhfkshfd there’s just something about dancing in the garden i cantttttt

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"So how many people do we actually know here?" You ask as Drew takes your hand, the two of you walking up the path towards the mansion.

It was the kind of house with a fountain and winding paths that looped around either side of the feature, stone structures and plants that were definitely the work of a gardener rather than whoever actually lived here.

"Not many," He comments, looping an arm over your shoulder so that your hand is still intertwined with his over your chest, "It's one of Madelyn's friends'... friends. I think."

"So we're hoping to see Madelyn and stick with her for the rest of the night?" You comment, the two of you ascending the few stone steps towards the open front door.

Drew steps in front of you and turns around to face you directly, reaching out his hand to yours once again, "Exactly."

The house is already pretty filled and there are people everywhere you look, bumping into you at the slightest movement. Drew finds your hand and squeezes it tightly, keeping an eye on you every two seconds as he pushes his way through the bodies.

Eventually, you break through to the kitchen where it's a little less full, and Drew lets go of your hand as you reach the table full of drinks.

"What do you fancy?" He moves a hand over all of the bottles like he's waiting for you to stop him.

"You choose," You smile, "I'll pick yours."

You pour him out a drink and mixer, and he does the same for you, both of you swapping cups.

"Drew what the hell is in this?" You wince at the taste, coughing a little.

"I don't know, it was pink so I chose that," He shrugs, "And probably put a bit too much in, is it bad?"

"I'll just... drink it slowly," You laugh, taking another slow sip and shuddering just a bit.

He glances around at the party of unfamiliar faces and then looks back at you, "Okay, yeah, I regret not pissing before we left now, you were right."

You roll your eyes at him, like a child that had just proven you right, "Go on, I'll hold your drink."

You take the solo cup back and he kisses you quickly, hurrying off back into the crowd to find a bathroom. You're left alone then, unable to bury your face into your phone now that both of your hands were occupied. But, without him to talk to, and yet to find Madelyn, you take down more and more of your drink, slowly being able to stomach the taste a little bit more.

"Alright, whatever's in there, I need some of that," An unfamiliar voice comes up from beside you.

You look to your left and see a boy about a foot taller than you, tanned with broad shoulders and curly hair, blue eyes framed by round glasses that seemed to offer a soft juxtaposition to his masculine exterior.

"I haven't seen you before," He points out, grabbing one of the cups from the table, "I would've thought I'd remember you."

"I don't really know many people here," You return, glancing around the room like you're hoping to catch Drew's eyes.

"Well, you can know one more," He extends out a hand, "I'm Theo."

He glances down at your hands, both occupied already and then looks back at your eyes.

"What? You already made a drink for me?"

Before you can respond, you're cut off by a voice that slices a bit of relief into you.

"(Y/N)!" Drew calls out, and you turn to see his tall frame bobbing through the crowd.

When he gets back to your side, he looks at you, and then at the boy in front of you, who had now dropped his hand back down to his side.

"Everything okay?" He glances at you.

"Yeah, I'm good," You nod, handing his cup over to him, "I just needed to get a new drink."

"Here," Theo takes your cup from you, "I'll make you one."

Drew, as if someone had just flicked a switch in him, swipes the cup from the boys' hand, "I think we can do that, thanks."

Theo looks at him with a smug expression on his face for just a second and then raises his hands as if surrendering, "You got it. I'll see you around, (Y/N)."

When he has disappeared, you look at Drew, who is filling your drink like nothing has happened.

"Drew, what was that about?" You nudge his arm, forcing him to look at you.

He clenches his jaw and releases it, handing you over the cup, "Oh come on, I just didn't trust that guy."

"He was fine, he was just being friendly," You comment, "It wasn't anything weird."

Drew rolls his eyes and reaches out his hand to you, "Come on, I found Madelyn in the garden, let's go."

You follow him through the crowd once again but there's an uncomfortable feeling weighing on your chest, one that the buzz of alcohol still can't dispel. Had Drew thought something was happening? And if he did, was it because he didn't trust you or he didn't trust the boy?

~~~

Eventually, the two of you get out into the garden and Madelyn introduces you to a couple of her friends, labelling you and Drew as 'the power couple of OBX'.

Drew laughs and puts an arm around you, "Yeah, something like that."

He must feel the way you tense up a little under his touch, the worry coursing through your veins too quickly to stop.

"Oh I love this song!" Drew grins, "Dance with me, babe."

"Um," You swallow the lump in your throat, "Can I talk to you?"

He frowns to match your own face, "Sure."

The two of you walk down the length of the garden to get to a clearing where there are no other ears around to listen to your conversation. You look at him and sip down a little more of your drink.

"Why did you act like that with that boy?" You ask, quietly like you're unsure of how the words will sit.

Drew looks at you and runs his tongue over his teeth, "I just don't like the way he was with you. You can't trust every guy you meet at a party, (Y/N)."

"No, no, no, don't turn this into you telling me I'm naïve or something," You shake your head, "You know I'm not stupid, so why did you act like that?"

He clears his throat, "I left for three minutes and a guy was already trying to flirt with you by the time I got back?"

"Even if he was, Drew, does that mean I'm flirting with him too?"

"That doesn't matter with guys like that!" He raises his voice then and you flinch, enough for him to notice.

You wrap your arms around yourself as if recoiling away from him just a little.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to shout," He drags a hand over his hair, "I just see the way that guys look at you, and the way they talk to you, all the little gestures - it's exactly how I was with you before we got together."

“Why does it matter how they look at me? Do you think I’m going to fall for them just because I fell for you? I don’t fall in love with any guy who shows me attention Drew,” You wave your arms at him in the way you do when you don’t know how else to express what you want to say.

“I never said that you did,” He responds coolly, like he realises now that he was overreacting, “And I know that you wouldn’t. It’s just weird to see, I don’t like just anybody thinking they could get you.”

“Get me? I’m a prize now?”

Drew can’t help but laugh, failing at fighting back the the smile on his lips, “Oh, you’re the jackpot, baby.”

He snakes an arm around your waist, his other hand still wrapped around his cup. You don’t make much of an effort to pull away from him but you try to make it obvious that you’re not impressed - or at least pretend to not be impressed.

“Get off me, asshole,” You roll your eyes, pushing at his chest, though it doesn’t move and you’re not mad when it doesn’t.

Drew smiles at you, that sort of mischievous smile like he wants you to forget every bad thing he’s ever said and knows exactly how to make sure that you do. He hums along to the song playing in the background, his hand splaying over your back as he sways from side to side and tries to inject some of his energy into you.

“Come onnnn,” He narrows his eyes at you, “You can only stay mad at me for so long.”

“Yeah, and so long is still happening,” You turn your head away from him.

He takes the opportunity to pull you closer to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He kisses the skin there quickly in the way he knows will tickle you.

“Stop it Drew, I’m serious,” You push him away, trying to not cave under the ways he knew would make you melt, “I don’t want you thinking of stuff like that.”

He pulls away just enough to look at you, still keeping his arm around your back, “Okay, you’re right. And I am sorry. It’s not your fault, and I know you don’t want to date them and I know I’m stupid and I kno-“

“You are stupid,” You interject, smiling at him, “But I chose you, and I’d choose you again, every time.”

“Every time?” He fights back a cheesy grin, like a boy being told his first crush might like him back.

“Don’t get cocky,” You giggle, kissing his lips quickly, “Should we go back to everyone else now?”

Drew glances over to the group and then back at you, taking the cup out of your hand and settling it down on the grass, far enough away that you couldn’t complain at him if he ended up knocking them over.

He reaches out a hand to you and pulls you flush against him, his hand residing low on your back once again. Almost effortlessly, he dances back and forth with you, swaying to the music with one of your hands in his stuck out to the side as if you were in some sort of makeshift waltz. You’re not sure if either of you are in time to the music and you’re not exactly moving your feet much, but he’s holding you close and he dips a head down to kiss your shoulder.

He mumbles against the skin in the absence of his kisses, his breath fanning hot against you, “I choose you too.”