#i'll try to make the time to send something nice to your ask box

[thelunareclipse]

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to those of you who haven't had the best Christmas. Merry Christmas to those in the hospital or who have loved ones in the hospital. Merry Christmas to those who are sick. Merry Christmas to healthcare workers and others who don't get to spend the day with their families. Merry Christmas to the eternal beast that lives in my hometown. Merry Christmas to all the people who are in warzones/genocide zones this year. Merry Christmas to each and every one of you, no matter how evil you think you are. You deserve something today, even if it's a hug or a deep breath. Take the time for yourself.

[russellsppttemplates]

I’m sorry if this is too repetitive but I just love Herve being a momma’s boy so could you please do another scenario where reader is busy with Amelia but he’s just super clingy

Note: please, dad!driver is my favourite!

"Mama, I need your help with this!", Hervé called from the playroom while you changed Amélie's diaper in the nursery, cooing at your little girl to make sure she stayed awake for her feed.

"I'm with Amélie, amour, I'll be with you in a minute, okay?", you called back, popping the buttons in your daughter's overalls and pulling her up to your chest, "your brother needs company, bébé", you said as you pulled her to latch, walking to the playroom when she seemed to be well.

"What took you so long to come?", Hervé asked genuinely and not necessarily with a harsh tone.

"Hervé, I told you I was with Amélie - you have to understand that there's only one of me to go around and I can't be everywhere every time, okay?", you tried to explain it to him again, not using a scolding tone but ensuring he understood that it was something serious, "That's not how you should ask someone why they haven't gotten to you yet either, okay? You have to be a little more patient, Hervé", you brushed his hair.

"But I also want you with me", he pouted as he gathered the building blocks, "I wanted to make this one but it never sits right", he explained as he pointed to the picture in the box.

"You have me, Hervé, I'm not going anywhere, but sometimes Amélie needs me more and I have to help her, and you can wait a little bit until I come to you, okay? Does that sound like a nice deal?", you checked with him.

"Yes, mama", he smiled cheekily, touching his sister's foot and kissing it, "can Amélie play with us?".

"Now she's eating, and then I'm sure she'll fall asleep, but we can try, amour, I bet she'll love to watch all of the colours", you offered as you sat down with him.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[pin-k-ink]

hobbies // narumi gen

tw ⇢ sub!gen, dom!reader, strong sexual tension, teasing, praise kink, shibari/bondage, sensory deprivation(he’s blindfolded), edging, nipple play, unprotected sex, pussy job, sex toys, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, dirty talk, begging, squirting, handjob(just for a bit)

wc ⇢ 5.8k

a/n: i replaced hasegawa as the vice captain again 😭

The door to Gen Narumi's private quarters flew open with a bang, his vice-captain entering in a whirlwind of urgency. "Tell me they've arrived!"

Barely looking up from his video game, the lazily slouched Gen smirked. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite workaholic. To what do I owe this abrupt visit?" His eyes shamelessly roamed over your frame. "Though I can't say I mind the interruption when it looks this good."

You rolled your eyes, trying to fight off the heat threatening your cheeks from his shameless flirting. "Can it, Gen. You know exactly why I'm here." Spotting the pile of Yamazon packages, you wasted no time striding over and starting to sort through them.

"Looking for something in particular?" Gen's voice carried a teasing lilt as he finally paused his game, giving you his full attention. "You could just ask nicely instead of making such a ruckus."

"Since when have either of us been polite?" you shot back without looking up from your rapidly dividing the boxes into "his" and "yours" piles. Locating one marked with your shipping details, you quickly snatched it up possessively.

Gen rose from his lounging position with a languid stretch. "Fair point. We do skip most formalities," he purred, slowly making his way over to you. "I certainly have no complaints about our..." his eyes dragged hungrily over your body, "working relationship."

Clutching your package against your chest, you forced yourself to maintain an unflustered front. "Is that so? Well then, I'll take my 'payment' for services rendered and be on my way." You made a show of eyeing the larger pile meant for him.

"Not so fast." Suddenly Gen was directly in your personal space, eyes glinting mischievously. "Don't I even get a peek at what has you so impatient? A thank you gesture, perhaps?"

His closeness enveloped you in his spicy natural scent. You gulped, holding his heated gaze. "Didn't anyone ever teach you curiosity killed the cat, Captain?"

Gen quirked one silver eyebrow, clearly not deterred by your coy remark. "Lucky for me, I've got nine lives to spare then."

Before you could react, he snatched the package from your arms with one swift motion. Holding it tauntingly above his head, he grinned down at your surprised expression. "Come on now, no more secrets between us workmates."

You reached up futilely, glaring at his unfair height advantage. "Gen, don't you dare! That's secret for a reason."

"All the more reason for me to find out what it is," he chuckled, using his free hand to lightly fend off your grabbing attempts. His eyes danced with amusement at your increasing frustration.

Realizing you'd have to change tactics, you stopped and took a step back, pretending to give up with a long suffering sigh. Gen's brow furrowed slightly at your sudden resignation just as you whirled and launched yourself at him.

He let out a surprised grunt as your bodies collided, but didn't have a chance to react further. In one fluid motion, you hooked a leg around his calves and used your momentum to send you both crashing back onto the nearby sofa.

You landed squarely straddling Gen's hips, knees pinning him as his silver locks fanned out. The package lay forgotten on the floor as you leaned down, your faces now mere inches apart.

"Like I said..." you murmured, holding his startled gaze with a smoldering look. Slowly, you rolled your hips forward ever so slightly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the captain beneath you. "No peeking allowed."

With a wicked grin, you deftly extricated yourself, scooping up your precious box before Gen regained his senses. Tossing a heated look over your shoulder, you blew him a mocking kiss. "Thanks for understanding, Captain."

Then you sashayed out, leaving a slack-jawed, flustered Narumi gaping after you. Point firmly made.

A few weeks later, the mysterious packages were still weighing heavily on Gen's mind. You'd managed to avoid giving him any more glimpses into their contents after that charged encounter.

He flopped onto the bed beside where you were lounging, scrolling intently on your phone with one hand. His eyes immediately zeroed in on the familiar shopping app pulled up.

"Don't tell me...more secret deliveries?" Gen grumbled, trying and failing to mask his piqued curiosity. He craned his neck nosily. "What's so important that you won't even share with your dear, dear captain?"

You deftly angled the phone away from his prying gaze with a light laugh. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Undeterred, Gen inched even closer, near enough that you could smell his usual spicy scent. "Maybe I would," he murmured, certainly not helping to deter the warmth spreading through you.

Refusing to be flustered, you simply hummed noncommittally. "Well, tough luck I guess. A girl's gotta have some mysteries." You emphasized the point by tapping in another order on the app.

Gen made an aggrieved noise somewhere between a groan and a whine. He knew that tone - you were shutting down any further interrogation. Skulking back, he resorted to his best pout and puppy dog eyes in your peripherals.

"Oh, come on! After all we've been through together? No trust at all?" he lamented dramatically.

You had to actively smother your grin at his utterly shameless tactics. "Uh huh, and whose fault is that lack of trust, I wonder?" you countered without looking up.

The pout somehow managed to intensify even further. "Is that any way to treat your adorably curious captain?" Gen persisted in his most piteous tone. "I'll be a good boy, I swear! Just a tiny peek?"

At that, you couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. Sliding your gaze over to meet his pleading expression, you shook your head slowly. "My, my, the great Narumi Gen reduced to outright begging? For little old me?"

You made a show of zooming in on some items in the app, ensuring his attention remained firmly locked on your movements. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

He instantly perked up, eyes shining victoriously until you finished with a wicked smile. "No way, Captain."

The dejected groan that followed was absolutely priceless.

A few days later, the telltale stack of Yamazon packages arrived at Gen's door. He was still sulking a bit from your stubborn refusal to let him in on your secret deliveries last time.

His brooding was interrupted by a text from you:

"Got pulled into an ops meeting, probably going to run long. Don't you dare touch my packages!"

Gen rolled his eyes at the warning, firing back a petulant reply.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be a good boy...this time."

As the hours ticked by with no sign of you returning, Gen's patience waned rapidly. His gaze kept flickering over to the boxes tucked in the corner, tantalizing him. Just a tiny peek wouldn't hurt, right?

One box in particular seemed to be calling to his curiosity more than the others. Before he could overthink it further, Gen snatched it up and began tearing through the packaging.

He froze when the contents were finally revealed - a neatly coiled bundle of thick, red rope. Gen turned it over in his hands, brow furrowing in confusion until realization slowly dawned.

"No...you can't be serious," he muttered under his breath, heat suddenly prickling across his skin.

Quickly upending the box further, more rope tumbled out, along with some kind of guide booklet titled "The Sensual Art of Shibari." Gen swallowed thickly, abruptly extremely aware of how warm his quarters felt.

"Well...didn't see that one coming," he murmured, unable to tear his widened gaze from the suggestive items sprawled out before him.

Shibari - the ancient Japanese bondage artform. He never would have pegged you for...no, not possible his mind was taking things there already, was it? Though the more Gen stared at the vermilion rope, the more heated images began clouding his thoughts unbidden.

The harsh buzz of his phone made him nearly jump out of his skin. Fumbling quickly, he saw a new message from you:

"Meeting running late. I'll swing by your place afterwards to grab my stuff, so don't move!"

Gen gulped hard, eyes flitting between the compromising delivery and your text. Oh, he was in trouble now...

Gen scrambled to haphazardly re-pack the Shibari rope and booklet, his mind racing as your text declared you'd be arriving any minute. He managed to shove the opened box behind a nearby chair just as a knock sounded at his door.

Taking a calming breath, Gen attempted to wipe any hints of panic or guilt from his expression before swinging the door open. You stood with one hand on your hip, eyebrow arched expectantly.

"There you are! I was starting to think you ditched me," he declared in an overly casual tone, leaning against the doorframe.

You brushed past him into the room. "You wish. Now where are..." Your words trailed off as you spotted the stack of packages, eyeing it critically.

"What, these? They just got here," Gen lied through his teeth, trying not to let his gaze linger too obviously on the chair concealing your exposed secret.

Grabbing the larger pile, he thrust them towards you with an easy grin. "Why don't you take the rest and get going? I've got...things to attend to."

The way your eyes instantly narrowed set off alarms in Gen's head. "Are you seriously trying to get rid of me?" you accused, not taking the boxes from his hands. "What's with you?"

"Me? Nothing! Just ready for some precious personal time." He winced internally at his overly blustery tone.

Rather than be deterred, your scrutinizing stare roamed around his private quarters searchingly. Gen's heart thudded as your gaze landed on the chair and seemed to linger there a beat too long.

In a panic, he practically flung himself across the room towards you, packages scattering as he clung to your shoulders dramatically. "You know what, on second thought, I could use the company!"

You seized his wrists, hot anger flashing in your eyes as you shrugged him off roughly. "Alright Narumi, what gives? You're acting serious-"

The rest of your words were drowned out by a loud clatter as your foot knocked into the chair, the opened Shibari box spilling out its contents onto the floor. Silence dropped like a boulder between you.

Gen watched in horrified fascination as your face cycled through a kaleidoscope of expressions - shock, embarrassment, rage. When you finally met his wide-eyed stare, you looked downright murderous.

"You... didn't.…..You absolute imbecile!"

Your furious voice made the great Narumi visibly flinch back as if struck. He was practically cowering on the floor, head bowed with shame as you towered over him, red-faced and fuming.

"After I explicitly told you NOT to open anything! What part of 'none of your business' didn't get through that dense skull of yours?" You punctuated each accusation by jabbing a finger into his chest, forcing him to shrink back further.

Gen opened and closed his mouth dumbly a few times, unable to find an excuse or defense worthy of halting your warpath. For once, the snarky, unflappable captain was utterly cowed into submission.

"I should have known better than to expect even an ounce of privacy or respect from you," you went on scathingly. "But THIS? This is a new low, even for a pervert like-"

Abruptly, you cut yourself off, Gen hazarding a confused glance upwards. Your expression had shifted from unbridled rage into something more...calculated. A slow, dangerous smile unfurled across your lips as you refocused on his wary form.

"Although..." you mused aloud, taking a taunting step that brought your skirted thighs distractingly close to his face. "I suppose I could find it in me to forgive this indiscretion."

Gen blinked owlishly, not daring to move from his prostrated position. "You...you can?"

Your smile morphed into a devilish smirk as you leaned down to murmur against the shell of his ear. "On one condition..."

A shudder ran through Gen's frame, feeling your breath ghost over his sensitive skin. He forced his eyes to remain locked on your own rather than drifting down your tempting form hovering before him.

"I'm almost afraid to ask..." he managed in a strained tone. "But I'll hear your terms, Vice-Captain."

There was a pregnant pause as you seemed to savor dragging out the anticipation. Then your lips curved upwards once more.

"Then get comfy down there, Captain. I've got plans for you..."

Gen's breath hitched audibly at your provocative words, eyes dilating as his gaze immediately snapped back to yours. There was a heavy pause where the charged tension seemed to spark between your bodies.

Then, in a voice lower and huskier than you'd ever heard it, he murmured "Yes...ma’am."

The way he surrendered to your command with such alacrity, shedding his typical bravado, was intoxicating. Gone was the disinterested slouch - he was poised at rapt attention, hanging on your every subtle move and inflection.

Feeling a newfound sense of power thrumming through your veins, you traced a solitary finger along the sharp line of his jaw. Gen visibly shivered, but remained steadfastly unmoving otherwise.

"Good boy," you purred in approval.

His pupils blew wide at the praise, a soft noise catching in his throat. In that moment, it was glaringly apparent that underneath the lazy, snarky persona he put forth, this formidable captain harbored a deep, repressed side that yearned for firm direction.

And you intended to thoroughly oblige him.

"Strip down to your boxers," you instructed coolly, taking a step back to better admire him. "Slowly."

Gen's gaze smoldered, but he hurried to obey without a hint of his usual backtalk. As more sculpted, tanned skin was gradually revealed, you felt a curl of desire unfurl low in your abdomen.

Finally just in his snug black boxer-briefs, Gen waited with bated breath for your next order. You drank in the delicious picture he made - muscles toned from years of intense training barely constrained, hair tousled, dark eyes burning with unspoken yearning.

Pivoting towards the scattered contents of your exposed package, you retrieved the coiled bundle of vermillion rope, letting it pool lazily between your palms. Gen tracked the movement hungrily.

"You know...the Shibari ropes were just the beginning," you remarked offhandedly, as if commenting on the weather.

His brows hiked quizzically, gaze flicking between your coy expression and the rope as you wound it idly around your wrists.

"I've had an...interest in certain practices, you could say. But never anyone to explore them with." You shrugged one shoulder casually, dangling the rope's end just out of Gen's reach. "Until now, that is."

The implication hung heavy in the heated air as he processed your words. You could see the gears turning behind those intense auburn eyes, his lips parting ever so slightly as realization bloomed.

It would have been so easy to press that advantage, to lean in and capture those tantalizing lips with yours. But where was the fun in that?

No...you wanted to take your sweet time unraveling this newfound side of the great Gen Narumi. To savor every tremor, every shuddering inhale, every molten look of naked longing as you steadily, meticulously stripped away the bravado until just a panting, flushed mess remained.

Curling the rope around your wrist with purposeful leisure, you leveled him with a look that made no attempt to mask your smoldering intent.

"We're just getting started, Captain."

With the vibrant red ropes now pooled at your feet, you beckoned Gen closer with one crooked finger. He crawled obediently forward until kneeling before you, awaiting your next command with rapt anticipation.

Looping one silk-spun length around his wrists, you cinched it snugly, tying them behind his back before trailing the cord down his torso, letting it whisper tantalizingly across his heated skin. Gen sucked in a sharp breath as you wound it behind him, binding his ankles together, forcing his thighs into a wide vee.

"Comfortable?" you murmured, giving an experimental tug that forced his bound limbs into an extremely exposed, compromising position.

Rather than reply, Gen simply held your heated gaze, a tremor running through his restrained form. You smirked at his silent acquiescence, admiring how his every subtle shift and flex caused the ropes to strain deliciously.

Unable to resist any longer, you leaned in until your lips just barely brushed the thundering pulse at the base of his throat. Gen's eyes fluttered shut as you traced open-mouthed kisses up the column of his neck at a maddeningly leisured pace.

"Good boy," you purred against the shell of his ear before sitting back, drinking in his desperation. "Now for the finishing touch..."

Plucking up a sleek black blindfold, you dangled it tauntingly. "I want you completely at my mercy, Captain."

There was the slightest hesitation, a brief stuttering of Gen's ragged breaths. Then, almost imperceptibly, he gave the smallest of nods.

The blindfold slipped into place, swathing Gen's world in velvety darkness as he was now entirely under your control. Unable to see, unable to move, utterly bound to your whims...and he had never looked more beautiful.

With Gen now securely bound and blindfolded per your exacting specifications, you took a moment to simply admire your handiwork. The way the intricate red rope patterns cut across his tanned, toned flesh, framing his chiseled features and parted lips - it was a breathtaking sight.

Unable to resist, you leaned in once more, pressing one final lingering kiss along the thrumming pulse of his exposed throat. Gen shuddered beneath your lips, a ragged exhalation escaping him at the simple intimate contact.

Pulling back, you drank in his desperate expression, throat mottled with purple bruises and hair disheveled. It was immensely gratifying to see the infamous Gen Narumi hanging on your every move, utterly at your mercy.

But you had bigger plans yet for testing the limits of the proud captain's stamina.

With a wicked curl of your lips, you rose and crossed the room to where your other packages lay partially scattered. Selecting one distinct package, you hooked a fingernail under the sealing tape and slowly, torturously dragged it free with a harsh rip.

The sudden sound made Gen's head cant quizically in your direction, though the blindfold kept your actions obscured from view. You held your breath as you fished out the parcel's contents - a premium silicone wand, tapered to a curved tip that fit snugly in your palm.

Turning it on produced a low, insistent buzz that you knew would soon have your captive trembling and begging for reprieve. With your free hand, you caressed the powerful amplitude controls, mouth watering at the delicious possibilities beginning to unfurl.

Satisfied that the wand was fully charged and ready to go, you turned back to Gen. He was still straining to determine your location, blindly craning his neck towards the sounds you'd been making.

A low chuckle escaped your lips as you returned to kneel directly behind him. His body was still coiled tight, anticipating some kind of retaliation from his tormenter. You slowly traced a lone finger down his spine, enjoying the way he shuddered at the unexpected touch.

"Now then..." You placed the wand just beside his hip, the buzzing hum loud enough that Gen immediately went rigid. "Let's see how long you last, Captain."

His breath came in a shuddering gasp as you dragged the tapered head across his inner thigh, dangerously close to his straining bulge. A choked noise escaped his throat, hips jerking slightly in an aborted thrust.

"Not much of a talker anymore, huh?" You smirked, trailing the vibrating wand in lazy circles over the thin fabric of his briefs, delighting in the way Gen's cock jumped to attention at the teasing stimulation.

He let out a strangled moan, hips stuttering, but you withdrew before he could find any relief. "I bet you want this right...here," you taunted, dragging the toy against the sensitive crease where his thigh met his pelvis, eliciting another needy whine.

"You...are such a tease," Gen gasped, trying to maintain a shred of composure. "How much longer are you going to-"

The rest of his sentence was lost in a choked cry as you abruptly pressed the vibrating head against his balls, grinding the pulsing tip against the most sensitive spot. Gen's entire body seized as he threw his head back, a string of curses flowing unrestrained.

"Fuck!" His voice was absolutely wrecked, a ragged edge to the expletive. A pearlescent drop of precum dampened the front of his briefs, his cock straining painfully against the fabric as it twitched erratically.

You moved your free hand to tug the waistband down, freeing his throbbing length. The swollen head was a dark shade of pink, leaking a steady stream of precum. You couldn't resist a low, approving murmur as you watched him buck wildly, trying to seek out the source of his torment.

"I think someone's enjoying himself," you mused aloud, tracing the wand along his aching shaft. The vibrations were so intense it made Gen's entire frame shudder, a pained, broken whimper escaping his throat. "You've already gotten yourself all wet. And we've only just begun."

He grit his teeth, straining against the ropes, the tendons of his neck and shoulders standing out starkly. You trailed the toy in teasing spirals, watching as his cock twitched and leaked, unable to resist the stimulation.

"Fu-uck. Don't stop, I'm gonna...I can't hold it-" Gen's voice was hoarse and strained, every muscle rigid. He was right on the edge, hovering mere seconds from release, when you suddenly switched off the wand.

The abrupt loss of sensation made Gen let out a guttural, animalistic noise, his hips canting upwards futilely. You pulled the toy away from his straining shaft, a single bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Please...I'm so close. I need..." he groaned, the words seeming torn from somewhere deep and primal. "Fuck, I need to cum."

The shameless desperation was an incredibly sexy look on the proud Narumi. Your own arousal was becoming hard to ignore as you watched his chest heaving, cock pulsing and drooling precum.

"Begging looks good on you, Captain," you crooned, dragging the vibrating toy across his chest before circling a pebbled nipple. He arched into the contact with a shuddering moan, the sensitive bud stiffening beneath the vibrations.

You teased the other nipple with your free hand, reveling in the way his body trembled beneath your ministrations. The blindfold was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead, stray locks of silver hair plastered to his skin.

Gen's breaths were ragged and uneven, a keening whine catching in his throat. The ropes strained tightly, his entire body rigid and trembling. "Fuck, please, just- I need- fuck."

A grin unfurled across your lips. This was definitely a side of the infamous Captain Narumi that no one had ever seen before - unraveled, debauched, writhing in a desperate attempt to escape the onslaught of pleasure.

And you had every intention of thoroughly exploiting this newfound vulnerability.

"That's right," you cooed, grinding the vibrator in torturous circles against his nipples. "You've been such a good boy. I think it's time you get rewarded."

Before he could process the words, you dropped the wand back between his spread thighs, grinding the pulsing head against his balls, just below his twitching cock. Gen's hips canted violently, a strangled shout escaping his throat as his entire body convulsed, back arching in a mesmerizing curve.

You quickly moved your hand to tightly wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, managing to stop his imminent climax a hair's breadth before the point of no return. His entire body sagged, the air expelled from his lungs in a rush as the orgasm he'd been chasing abruptly slipped away.

Gen let out a broken whimper, the muscles of his forearms straining against the ropes holding him in place. You held his throbbing cock in a vice grip, watching his face twist as he panted, riding out the waves of frustrated, unsatisfying pleasure.

"That was a close one, huh?" you crooned, loosening your grip just enough to drag a slow, deliberate stroke up the shaft. Gen shuddered at the sensation, cock jumping eagerly. "We're not finished just yet."

Without waiting for a response, you resumed grinding the wand against his balls, watching with fascination as he writhed and cursed. A steady stream of precum leaked freely from the tip, dripping down his shaft in messy rivulets.

It didn't take long to bring him right back to the brink, his hips canting wildly as the pleasure mounted to an unbearable point. Once more you tightened your grip at the last possible moment, drawing a ragged, guttural shout from Gen.

You were beginning to doubt whether he could even last for the third round. His body was drenched with sweat, every muscle quivering, his hair and chest mottled with lovebites. The blindfold clung wetly to his flushed face, lips reddened and swollen from his teeth biting into them.

Gen was absolutely, breathtakingly wrecked. And you weren't even done yet.

"One more time, Captain. For me." You purred the words, letting the vibrator hover menacingly right below his cock, close enough that he could feel the pulsing hum radiating up his entire body.

His cock was an angry red, swollen and drooling precum freely, so painfully erect you could actually see the veins throbbing. You traced the head lightly with one finger, gathering up the slick fluid before bringing it to his lips.

"Open wide," you commanded, and Gen's mouth instantly dropped open. You slipped your digit inside, the velvety heat making you imagine how it would feel wrapped around your throbbing clit.

His tongue swirled and suckled the precum from your finger, and you couldn't help a low moan, heat unfurling deep in your core. Withdrawing, you traced his swollen, glistening lips. "Good boy."

The praise was like a shock of electricity through his body. He sucked in a harsh breath, hips canting forward, and the vibrator finally made contact just as Narumi’s cock jerked violently.

You barely managed to catch him, wrapping a fist around the shaft and squeezing tightly as the first rope of cum erupted from the swollen head. His entire body seized, head thrown back as his cum slowly leaked out in sad little dribbles, not nearly enough to satisfy the intense release he'd been denied multiple times.

"FUCK! I can't- I'm-" Gen was panting raggedly, every muscle in his body tensed to the point of trembling. "Oh god, please...let me- I need- oh fuck, please."

You released your death grip on his aching, oversensitive cock, watching it throb weakly against his abdomen. He shuddered at the loss of contact, hips twitching uselessly, a pitiful string of precum and thick clumps of cum dripping down his shaft.

His cock was still impossibly hard, the head swollen and dark. Every pulse sent a shudder through his body, hips twitching in aborted thrusts as if seeking the stimulation his cock was so desperately craving.

Gen's ragged panting filled the room, the air humid and heavy. You took a moment to admire his wrecked expression, the way his body had given itself over to your mercy. It was a powerfully heady feeling, being the one to have broken down the great Narumi into a writhing, babbling, desperate mess.

"Please what, Captain?" you murmured, trailing one solitary finger down the slick trail of cum leaking down his shaft. Gen hissed sharply at the contact, every nerve raw and hypersensitive.

He seemed too far gone for words, letting out a frustrated growl as he rolled his hips, his cock bobbing limply. The movement only made the thick white fluid dribble down his shaft faster, his cock a sloppy mess.

A sudden wicked thought made your lips curl into a smirk. Slowly, deliberately, you began stroking his oversensitive cock, just barely grazing your fingers in a whisper-soft touch. Gen moaned loudly, the sound somewhere between ecstasy and agony.

"I think someone's had enough," you crooned, continuing the tormentous motions. Gen's hips jerked, an obscene squelching noise following as your hand slid up and down his sticky, spent cock.

"So fucking dirty," you muttered under your breath, a jolt of heat going straight to your core. Gen made a strangled noise as you dragged your palm up the swollen shaft, smearing the cum and precum mixture across his abdomen.

His chest was mottled with deep purple bruises, nipples puffy and red, his hair a wild halo of silver around his flushed face. The ropes were cutting into his skin in the most delicious ways, every corded muscle defined beneath the red patterns.

He was a fucking vision. And you weren’t even close to being done with him yet.

With a final leisured stroke, you released your grip on Gen's overstimulated cock. It twitched pathetically, hanging swollen and spent between his thighs, covered in a sticky mess.

Leaning down, you placed a delicate kiss against his parted lips, reveling in the way his entire body seemed to react. Gen moaned into your mouth, letting his tongue lazily tangle with yours in a lewd imitation of a real kiss.

When you pulled back, his lips remained parted, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment before it broke. "Fuck...more," Gen mumbled incoherently, chasing the contact.

Rather than reply, you shifted, slowly peeling off your sweat-dampened uniform. Gen made a desperate noise in the back of his throat as he heard the telltale sounds of fabric rustling, straining to catch any glimpse from underneath the blindfold.

You stood there a moment, admiring his restrained form, letting him hang in a delicious state of anticipation. Then, without warning, you turned around and sank onto his lap, letting out a soft sigh as his swollen cock nestled perfectly between your puffy folds.

"Shit," he gasped, feeling the hot wetness against his spent cock. Gen's hips bucked involuntarily, his entire body shuddering as his oversensitized length made contact with the silky, slick warmth. "Is that your- ah- fuck, I can't-"

He let out a broken cry as you began rocking slowly, coating his shaft in your fluids. The friction made Gen's eyes roll back in his head, the heady mixture of pain and pleasure sending his senses reeling.

"You feel so fucking good, Captain," you groaned, using the pudgy, flushed tip to rub your swollen clit. His cock was coated in a slick layer of precum and his own cum, the slippery friction making your pussy flutter.

"Don't- I can't...not again. Fuck," Gen gasped, trying to stave off the impending orgasm. Every inch of his skin felt like it was aflame, your dripping folds making obscene squelching noises as you ground against his spent cock.

He was completely helpless, unable to move or stop the pleasure from mounting. All he could do was let out a pained whine, the ropes cutting into his skin and the silken heat surrounding his oversensitive cock driving him to the brink.

"Shit shit shit," Gen chanted, hips bucking wildly as his balls began to tighten, the pressure mounting to an unbearable level. He was on the very cusp of a truly earth-shattering release, his mind completely blanking out in a fog of pure pleasure.

And then suddenly you were gone.

His cock throbbed weakly, twitching in the air, a small bead of cum clinging to the tip. Gen let out a frustrated growl, the tension coiled so tightly in his body that he felt like he was going to snap.

He was barely able to process what was happening before he suddenly felt a searing wet heat enveloping his aching length. Gen's hips canted wildly, a keening wail escaping his lips as he thrust helplessly into the soft, silky wetness.

You moaned loudly as you took his entire cock in one swift motion, burying him in your pulsing heat. His hips jerked wildly, the sensation almost too much for him to handle. "Fuck!" he shouted, head thrown back.

His body was rigid, the ropes digging into his skin, a steady stream of curses spilling from his lips. He came instantly, hot ropes of cum filling you up. "Shit, I'm sorry, I can't-" Gen choked out, his cock pulsing weakly.

Rather than withdraw, you slowly ground down on his twitching cock, the feeling of him filling you up almost bringing you to the edge yourself. "So fucking good," you moaned, relishing the way he seemed to lose all control, his hips canting erratically.

He was babbling incoherently, his cock pulsing weakly. You kept moving, the feeling of his swollen shaft brushing against your g-spot driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, it's too much, please. I can't- fuck, I'm gonna- again," Gen pleaded, his cock swelling and twitching as a second orgasm built up. Your own was right behind his, the hot friction pushing you over the edge.

The sound you let out as you came was something between a sob and a scream, your pussy spasming around his pulsing cock as you squirted in hot spurts. Gen's voice cracked, a hoarse shout escaping his lips as he felt you clench around him.

"I'm- I'm fucking coming," he moaned, his entire body trembling violently as his cock jerked and pulsed weakly, spurting a thin stream of watery cum deep inside you. It was a truly pathetic effort, his balls utterly spent, but the orgasm was nonetheless mind-blowing.

Gen went limp, his head flopping weakly onto your chest. You stroked his hair softly, pressing a tender kiss to his sweat-dampened forehead. He shivered, letting out a ragged sigh.

"Holy shit," he mumbled, the words coming out slurred. You gently carded your fingers through his hair before you looped a finger underneath his tear-soaked blindfold.

Gen blinked blearily, pupils dilated and gaze hazy as he looked up at you, completely dazed. "That was..."

"I know," you replied, gently removing the rope bonds. As soon as the last loop fell away, his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you in a warm embrace as he buried his face back into your chest.

You continued stroking his hair, massaging his sore muscles as he slowly drifted back into himself. When he finally lifted his head, his face was still flushed, hair mussed and lips reddened.

"Well..." Gen drawled, giving you a crooked smile. "If that's the punishment for snooping, I might have to misbehave more often."

Rolling your eyes, you leaned down to press a tender kiss to his lips. He melted into the contact, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards as he cupped your face, the gesture surprisingly soft and sweet.

As you drew back, Gen's expression turned thoughtful, his gaze shifting to the side. "So...are there other kinks you haven't tried?"

You smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

He gave a lopsided grin, pulling you closer. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas," he murmured, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

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The Invitation - Jack Hughes x platonic ofc

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Title: The Invitation

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Pre-established in the Snapshots Series - Platonic Jack Hughes x  Quinn’s GF Sarah Roberts  

Warnings: None

Summary: Jack extends Sarah an olive branch 

Word count: 625

Comments: Just a little blurb to set up some more off-season adventures. 

The Invitation

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

A week and a half after Quinn left for Michigan, while walking to the train station from the aquarium, Sarah’s arms felt like lead.

They were moving labs, and despite “going paperless,” they still had hundreds of files she had to box up, move, scan, and hopefully shred - if Dr. Forrest would allow them to actually go paperless. She almost told him he could keep all these damn papers at home if he wanted the backups so bad. If she knew she wouldn’t be the one moving them, she would have.

Her phone trilled, and she was so thankful for the airpods Quinn had given her. Digging her phone from the depths of her bag felt like too much of a burden. 

Siri informed her, “Michigan,” was calling. 

Dread flooded her limbs, and she stopped dead on the sidewalk, making the crowd part to walk around her. 

“Call from: Michigan,” Siri said again. 

Taking a steadying breath, Sarah tapped her right earphone to answer the call, “Hello?” 

“Hey, Sarah?” 

Recognizing the voice only calmed her racing heart by a tick. 

“Hey, Jack. Is everything okay?” 

He seemed surprised by her concern, “yeah, everything’s fine.” 

Sighing, she began walking again. “You’ve never called me before, so I thought Q was hurt or something.” 

“Oh,” Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn’t thought about how she would interpret him calling. He hated talking on the phone. 

“What’s up?” 

“Oh, um…” 

Good god, what was he even doing? He had to wait until she was off work to call her, and now, he was in a corner of the bar patio, hoping no one in their group would come looking for him. 

“I was calling you about Hawaii,” he blurted. 

“Oh.” 

“I, uh,” he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I think it would be good if you could come for part of it. Like, the second week or something?” 

A smile broke over Sarah’s face, “really?” 

“Yeah, I mean Quinn would love it, and my mom keeps talking about all this stuff you know, so it would be good for you to be there part of the time.” 

“That’s really nice. I would love to.” 

Of course she was sweet about it. She was sweet about everything. 

A pause passed over the phone, and Jack heard the city muffled through her headphones. 

“Anyway,” he said after a minute, “I was thinking it could be fun to surprise him. I’m talking to Kylee to surprise Luke, too.” 

“That’s really sweet, Jack.” 

“Don’t sound so shocked,” he admonished. He loved his brothers. If he could make them happy by buying a few plane tickets, he would. 

She laughed, “no, I guess I shouldn’t.” Still, she was surprised to have the kind of consideration that Quinn often talked about directed at her. It was a turning point she hadn’t expected to reach with Jack for a long time. 

“Anyway, I'll buy your ticket. You lived on Kauai, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“We’re doing that the second week. I’ll send you the details.” 

“Okay. Can you send me the dates now so I can request work off?” 

Right. She had to ask about stuff like that. He forgot that most people didn’t have the summer off.

“Yeah. I will. Listen, I have to go, but we’ll talk more.” 

Sarah stepped onto the train, feeling a little out of sync but grateful all the same.

By the time she got back to her apartment, Jack had texted her a set of dates and asked her when she could fly. It was going to be awful to keep it a secret from Quinn for the summer, but it would be fun to surprise him. She’d never seen him surprised. She wondered how he would react. 

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I love this so much and I just cannot stop coming back to stare at it again and again. Is there anywhere I could buy a print of it? I do not see it on your Redbubble and I LOVE it so p, so, so, much. (Apologies that I could not figure out how to link your original post of this art so you would know what I am talking about)

It makes me so happy you love that piece, my friend. I like it quite a lot too! It's nice to know Dean and Cas are doing their part to conserve water in these trying times ;)

I desperately need to update my art on Redbubble and my website. The good news is, you can order a custom print of your choice from the link here. Just add the title "Steal Away" in the custom request box when it prompts you. (you can also just write "hurt/comfort bathtub destiel" or something to that effect too. I'll know what you mean.)

If you have any problems with it, feel free to send me a dm or another ask!

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Pairing : Seo Changbin x F!Reader TW : reader suffers from migraines ; arguments ; i'm gonna make this one absolutely vicious, i love writing arguments ; angst of course as usual ; Word Count : 2.6k Request : @kurolils : I'll try not to give a lot of details cause it's your story not mine but I was thinking of something angsty (ofc wtf) with changbin (ofc wtf) , like the reader and him got into a really bad argument (you can decide the plot of that) and she has really bad migraines (I'm relating here) so when they're mad at each other, she doesn't want to be pushy pr clingy so she doesn't say anything to him but when the migraine gets like really bad, she calls him :) AN : migraines are so fricking bad and I hope yours don't affect you too badly :'( BUT! It definitely isn't abusive to send in another request, send in all the requests you want!!! I love it! I love your ideas! And Binnie definitely needs more attention in my ask box (and in my masterlist)!

Here comes another one, you thought to yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to mentally ward off the sudden throbbing in your head, pinging right behind your eye. Just one more hour until you could get off work and go home, and then you’d see your boyfriend who always managed to make you feel better… Although you weren’t sure if the migraine actually went away or if his presence alone was enough to have you forgetting that it was there in the first place. 

“Is it bothering you again?” Your coworker asked, leaning across the counter that you had been slouched over, trying to block out anything that would only add to the pain in your head. You simply grunted in agreement, not daring to lift your head, worried that the bright fluorescent lights would only trigger the migraine to start full force once again. “It’s dead here today, you can go home if you want. I’m sure the last thing you want to deal with are customers.” 

He was right, the store was always dead at the beginning of the week, and you hated being scheduled those days. “You’re sure you’ll be okay?” You asked, your head still buried in your arms. He hummed softly in agreement, gently patting your shoulder before making his way around to the back of the counter to take your spot. “Thanks… I’ll cover one of your shifts if you ever need me to.” You said as quietly as possible, worried that your own voice meeting your ears would only worsen the throbbing in your head. 

“Don’t worry about that, just text me when you get home so I know you made it there okay.” And you nodded to his words, pulling your sunglasses out of your bag and placing them on before walking out of the store. He was always so nice, he looked out for you, and in a way, he reminded you a lot of your boyfriend, that’s why it was so easy to get so close to him. You’d have to remember to thank him when you got home, but all that was on your mind right now was the pleasant thought of going home, closing all the blinds, and waiting that extra hour for Changbin to get home so you could cuddle up next to him. 

You hadn’t realized that you had fallen asleep on the couch, but you were actually quite happy that you did. By the time Changbin walked through the front door and your eyes slowly opened, it felt like you were in the clear, the banging pain in your head had all but completely subsided. “You’re home early.” Changbin commented, noticing that all the windows had been practically blacked out by the shutters and the shades, he knew what it meant, and he kept his voice as low as possible as he kicked off his shoes and walked over to the couch where you were laying. “Did it get bad again?” 

Slowly nodding your head, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position and stretched, ready to make room for Changbin to scoot in beside you. “Jaemin saw that I was hurting and he said I could go home… Oh… Shit, I have to text him to thank him.” You muttered, pulling your phone out and unlocking it, so focused on sending out the text that you didn’t even hear Changbins sigh of annoyance. “Did you want to order something to eat and watch a movie or something?” You asked after sending out the text, placing your phone down on the coffee table and scooting over. 

“Why don’t you just ask Jaemin to come over and watch the movie with you.” Changbin mumbled, eyeing the spot that you made beside yourself for him to sit in before dropping down into the recliner behind him. “He can even take you out to a fancy dinner or something.” The thumping in your head was slowly returning, accompanied by the pounding of your heart that you could hear in your ears, although you weren’t sure if it was racing because you were upset or because you were angry. 

Changbin had never made such accusations before, and while he hadn’t flat out accused you of such a thing, you could read into his words and his tone and you knew exactly what he meant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just being ridiculous.” You muttered, deciding to stretch out on the couch once more since he was being that way. “Do you want to order dinner or not?” You asked, not even bothering to open your eyes as you asked the question. 

“I don’t know, maybe we should ask Jaemin what he wants just in case he comes over to check on you.” Changbin snidely retorted and your eyes rolled behind your eyelids as you let out a small huff of air through your nose. “Or maybe… maybe I should just go back to the dorms and you and Jaemin can enjoy a nice little dinner in my house watching my TV.” He sounded so cocky and truthfully it was disgusting, and it made your head hurt worse. 

“I’d argue with you, I’d give you that satisfaction if my head wasn’t already pounding… But you knew that when you came in and you continue to bicker. So maybe you should leave, or maybe I should leave. Clearly you’ve got some shit going on, and truthfully, I can’t fucking handle it right now.” You snapped, taking a deep breath and sinking deeper into the cushions of the sofa, waiting to hear the sound of the recliner moving back into place when Changbin got up, but it was silent. Was he just going to sit there and continue the foolish argument until your head felt like it was going to explode? 

The short answer… Yes. Yes he would. “If I leave you’ll just have him come over… And if you leave, you’ll just run to him. Either way you and him are getting exactly what you want, right? Why string me along if he’s so much better? Huh?” You honestly didn’t know where this was coming from, but the more he assumed, the angrier you got. 

“You know what? It’s fucking bullshit that you come in here, pretending to give a shit about me, saying shit like… like people at my work should be more understanding of what I go through… And then when there’s one fucking employee who does notice, who does understand, you jump to these batshit insane conclusions that couldn’t be further from the truth. Nothing will make you happy! My head hurts enough already, and then trying to think of ways to fucking please you only makes it hurt worse. So if you’re going to just keep coming at me, I’d rather you not… Or at least wait until I can take another ibuprofen and my headache clears up enough to handle more of your bullshit.” You snapped, your voice cracking as your throat closed up. You were on the verge of tears, although it wasn’t from being upset, it was from being angry and in pain and you just wanted to sleep it all away. 

“You know what, I’ll just go.” Changbins hands flew up in the air before slapping down against his lap as he pushed himself up to his feet. “Make sure Jaemin takes his shoes off before he walks on my carpet though.” He always had to have that last word, the last jab of the knife. If you had the energy, you would have flipped him off, but you were just exhausted. You didn’t have the energy to fight, you didn’t even want to fight, he had started it. It wasn’t until you heard the front door slam shut that you finally let yourself cry, but even that was tiresome, and you ended up just crying yourself to sleep. 

You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed, but you were happy to see that the sun had finally set, unless it was in the wee hours of the morning and it was just about to rise. That happiness quickly died when you remembered what had happened right before you fell asleep, the sudden lonely feeling and the feeling of emptiness shrouding you like a cloak as you looked around the empty apartment.

At the moment, it didn’t matter though. You knew that he was okay, he was probably at the dorms with the guys having a great time to get his mind off of what he thought was going on. Meanwhile, you still hadn’t eaten and your stomach was now growling at you to feed it. You could get through the rest of the night without him, maybe it was for the best if you both had some distance from each other as much as you hated it. 

You thought you’d be okay, you were okay, you had made it to the kitchen, you had gotten the food out of the fridge, you had managed to even start preparing it, but then, as if from out of the dark, it kicked in again. This time it was worse, or maybe it just felt worse because everything else that was going on. It truly felt like your head had been slammed into a brick wall and your vision became blurry and you felt sick and everything was just awful and you couldn’t help but cry as you dropped down to the kitchen floor, your knees curling against your chest, your hand fumbling for your phone in your pocket as you called the only person you knew could help. 

“Look, I said that I’d leave. You said you wanted space. I don’t want to argue, I think we should just talk about this-” 

“B-Binnie…” You whimpered, sniffling loudly as your body trembled, trying not to throw up, trying so hard to not focus on the pain, but trying not to focus only made it hurt worse. His end was quiet though, aside from the distant murmuring of some of the guys, although you couldn’t make it out, especially considering you were breathing so heavily from crying, the only thing you could really hear was your own whimpers and sobs. “Please come home…” 

The sound of a car door, and then the revving of an engine. “I’m coming, sweetheart, just stay where you’re at. Where are you right now? What were you doing?” It was the Binnie that you knew and loved speaking right now, but it was so different from the Changbin that had sat across from you in the living room just a little while ago. Right now you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, you simply needed him there with you, his voice soft and sweet as he talked you through the pain. 

“Kitchen… I… I was hungry…” You stammered, and then you hiccuped, the sudden jolt seemingly shifting your stomach and causing you to retch. “S-Sorry…” You whispered, and you heard Changbin sigh softly, although you weren’t sure if it sounded that way because he pulled his phone away or if he was just trying to be quiet because he knew what was going on. 

“I’ll be home shortly, and then I’ll order us something to eat. You remember what we talked about the last time this happened and I wasn’t there? You remember what I told you to do?” He was trying his best to keep your mind off of the ache, and it was working in a way, your mind now trying to clear the fog to think about what you’d do if this happened while he was on tour. He’d sit on the phone with you for hours, and if he was in the middle of a show while it happened, he had set up his voicemail just for you so you could listen to his voice to help you a little bit until he could call you back. “Just listen to me talk and…-” 

“And take deep breaths…” You sputtered out, your breaths coming a little bit too quickly right now which wasn’t helping in the nausea department. “Count to ten…” You continued, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could as you tried to visualize the numbers popping up in your head while listening to him talk. He wasn’t really talking about anything in particular, his voice was just something for you to focus on, something to calm you in a way. 

It wasn’t long… or maybe it was… until Changbin came walking through the front door. The entire apartment was pitch black, but he knew that flicking on any lights would only make things worse, so he used his phone screen to shine a light across the floor until he made it to the kitchen where you were still sitting curled up against the cabinets. “Did you take your medicine today?” He asked as he squatted down on the floor next to you, his hand wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead that you didn’t even notice had built up. 

Your medicine, which you often forgot to take, especially when you were in a hurry, had just now crossed your mind now that Changbin had brought it up. “No…” You mumbled sheepishly, and he tsked his tongue, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it right now. Instead, he helped you to your feet, but once you were on them, he gently lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom and then carefully laying you down. 

“I don’t want you to take it now… You have to take it in the morning…” He whispered, and although the room was dark, you could tell he wasn’t looking at you because you couldn’t see the moon reflected in the whites of his eyes. “I’m sorry… For the way I acted. It was uncalled for, and I got jealous… Stupidly jealous. I just… I don’t like the idea of another guy taking care of you. It kind of pisses me off…” 

“Kind of?” You questioned, and you would have laughed if the situation didn’t feel so serious. “You walked out on me… That hurt, Binnie…” You softly explained as shortly as possible. “I’d like to think that I make it perfectly clear that I love you… Only you… You’re the only person I want to take care of me…” You reached out in the darkness, your hand brushing along his back where you could feel the outline of his muscles that you mapped with your fingertips. 

“You do… You do.” He repeated himself, running his hands over his face, and you felt him shiver slightly from your touch. “I know you love me… I know you feel that way… I just… I want to be the only person that takes care of you, the only person who looks out for you. Sometimes I feel like… Like since I’m gone so much… You’ll find someone else to take care of you like I should.” 

“Bin…” You sighed out his name, pushing yourself up onto your knees and draping your arms over his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck and placing light kisses against his skin. “I don’t want anyone else to take care of me… You’re the only person that can calm me, that can soothe me. You’re the only one that can ever make me feel better. I don’t want anyone but you.” His silence let you know that he was thinking, and you didn’t want him thinking anything bad, so you pulled him to lay down, laying on top of him to trap him-although you knew he could move you if he wanted to-and pulling the blanket up around the both of you. 

“I’ll do better… I’ll be better…” He whispered, his fingers dancing along the small of your back. “I’m sorry I upset you… I’m so sorry, sweetheart…” He apologized again, placing a kiss to the top of your head before settling into his pillow again. “I’m not leaving again, I’ll stay right here with you, forever and ever.” 

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[astraaa3]

How about some headcanons of Velvette x Female or Genderneutral reader who hates confrontation? Is the type that can't send back food when it's wrong. Someone cut in front of them? What are they gonna do? Tell them not to? Yeah, no. God forbid they're being outright spoken down to. Maybe they yell back at someone in an act of defiance as a form of growth but they're in shock immediately after which is so not the right thing to do with the person still in front of them. Velvette would probably dress reader up however she wants to. What happens if reader tries out saying they want to where something they think is pretty or nice? Okay, this got overly lengthy, but you get the idea?

A/N: This one was such a fun writing experience. I literally couldn't decide which way I wanted it to go. Thank you so much for the ask Anon, hope you enjoy it. <33

Feedback is much appreciated and don't forget to ask. (I need something to get the brain juices flowing)

Velvette x Gn!Reader

In which Reader can't bring themselves to say no to people or to stand up for themselves. (aka the Velvette x Pushover!Reader I never knew I needed)

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Initially, Velvette wrote off your compliance with all of her requests as you wanting to please her. And well, she couldn't complain, she liked pushing people around, and her partner was no exception. That said, her sharp tongue was reserved for her poor models. (you got a free pass most of the time since she didn't want to make you cry)

With time, Velvette realized that this was just how you were. She laughed the first time Vox showed her the footage of you helping an assistant carry boxes, only to end up helping with organizing files for one of Vox's assistants. She laughed even harder when she saw you try to get a word in as some wolf sinner cut in front of you in line. And well, it was kinda funny. Until the same shit happened again and again.

Velvette tried talking some sense into you. "Babe, listen. You can't just let any dimwit trample over you." She sighed as you promised to try to stick up for yourself.

Nothing changed after Velvette's 'pep talk'.

Realizing that you were too much of a soft-hearted pathetic idiot to stick up for yourself, Velvette took it upon herself to keep others from pushing you around.

Someone pushed in front of you in the line? Velvette was there telling that cunt exactly why they didn't deserve to even look in your direction.

You were delivered the wrong food order? Velvette would call the restaurant to make sure they knew how utterly useless they were for not even being able to pack a food order.

After laying it on thick whoever wronged you, she would look at you smirking. In turn, you would smile at her happily before kissing her. It turned into a game after some time.

The one time Velvette saw you raise your voice wasn't even to defend yourself. It was to defend her. The moment you calmed down enough to realize what you just said, you were immediately mortified. Burying your face into your hands, you flushed red from embarrassment as Velvette looked at you with wide eyes. Fuck. It was hot seeing you angry…

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Small prompt time~

You and Velvette were walking towards the Coffee Shop right across the street from the V tower. The two of you were holding hands while Velvette was ranting all about how Valentino absolutely destroyed one of her models just before a show when the domestic vibe was ruined by some drunk assholes who came up to them.

"Hey babe, aren't you that cute little overlord with the social media shit? I'll give you something to make a story on Voxstragram with."

As the sinner said this, he made some explicit gestures with his hips. Gagging in disgust Velvette grabbed your hand to walk away from them, not wanting to ruin the cozy coffee date you had planed. However, as you were walking away, all you could hear was the those sinners mocking laughs. You were so angry. You didn't exactly know what made you snap at them. Was it the crass comments regarding your lover? Was it the fact that Velvette refrained from killing them for your sake? Maybe it was both. But before you knew it, you turned around glaring at them before proceeding to curse them into the next afterlife. Velvette looked at you shocked, not expecting you to snap at those no-names. As you calmed down, you looked at Velvette's shocked expression, before burrying your face in your face mumbling something along the lines of: "Let's not talk about this ever again." Velvette pulled your hands from your face, replacing them with hers. As she cradled your face with her hands she smiled at you excited:

"That. Was. Fucking. Awesome. Babe, you were so hot fucking humiliating those pathetic worms."

The first thing Velvette did when they got back to the V tower was spam her groupchat with Valentino and Vox with messages about how cool you were. But you didn't need to know that. After all, she liked taking care of assholes for you. Satan forbid you actually grow a backbone. She dreaded the day you would actually gain the courage to deny her picking your clothes. (as if she would ever let that happen)

[grey342]

you're amazing 👏🏻 👏🏻👏🏻

could you write something about Phil asking reader to marry him? saw the first hangover movie recently and this man screams husband material 🥵

Marry me?

Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - Phil's and his girlfriend go out for their anniversary and she notices he's acting different.

warnings - Phil being nervous (he's adorable) and reader being oblivious.

authors note - Thank you! You guys are too nice to me, making me blush and kick my feet frrr🤭. I love this request so much and I TOTALLY agree. Again so sorry for this coming out so late 😀 I promise I’m working on it for you guys! Lmk what you think and send in any more requests you have!

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

Holy shit.

Tonight is your four year anniversary and he's acting so weird.

You noticed first when you were both getting ready to go. Fidgeting with his hands, wiping the sweat from his brow and constantly tapping his pocket.

You tried to ignore it but it was becoming more and more difficult as time went on. You struggled to understand why he would be behaving like this, the night was going perfectly.

You were at your favourite restaurant, outside by the beach. You were even alone which was strange considering this place is usually packed with people. The table was covered with rose petals and candles. The sun was setting beautifully, it was the perfect night.

"Isn't it pretty?" You ask looking at him.

"Hm? What?" He stumbles on his words. You smile softly and take his hand in yours, an attempt to comfort him.

"The view," you say looking out, "isn't it pretty?"

"Yes..Yes it is." He replies looking at you. You look at him, blushing when you realise. You notice his smile drop slightly and it's replaced with the same expression he's been wearing all night. You rub your thumb over the back of his hand, gaining his attention.

"Sweetie?" You call.

"Hm?" He mumbles.

"Is everything okay?" His eyes look directly into yours, widened with panic.

"Wha-What do you mean? Everything's fine, why wouldn't it be fine?" He responds too quickly for your liking.

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything." You smile at him.

“I know” he places his other hand on top of yours, “ everything is fine I promise.” He forces a smile. You’re still not convinced but you let it go not wanting to cause an argument on your anniversary. You look back out, when he takes a deep breath and calls to you.

“Baby..”

“Yea - holy shit" You whisper, stunned by the sight before you. Phil down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.

"Alright, you know i'm not good with the sappy crap," you chuckle quietly, "but 'm gonna try my best. When I first met you I thought you were the most annoying bitch I had ever met. I mean in my entire life and i've met some bitchy women let me tell yo-"

"Phil,"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe..don't talk about other women when your proposing to me."

"Oh, yeah. Whatever, the point was you were a cunt," you let out a loud laugh, this calms him instantly, "but the more I got to know you, the more I realised how beautiful you are. Inside and out. You made me feel things I had never felt before, you trusted me enough to show your vulnerable side and that made me want to do that with you. I know we've had our tough patches but, you pulled us through it. Never giving up on us. Never giving up on me." Tears are blurring your vision.

"Anyway let's cut the bullshit and get to the important bit.," you kick him lightly, he giggles, "My love, my life, will you marry me?" The tears are rolling down your cheeks now, you can even see tears brimming his eyes.

"Yes, yes..Yes! Of course i'll marry you!" He stands up pulling you with him and embraces you. He grabs your hand and places the ring on your finger. You admire it for a couple seconds before he grabs your face and pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with so much love you felt yourself getting choked up again.

"I love you so much." He whispers.

"I know.." You reply, he chuckles in response and closes the gap between your lips once more. Your heart beaming, excited for what the future will bring you.

[ambrosiagoldfish]

First time requesting anything sooo let me know if I get anything wrong but,,, could I request some dragon!reader x Venti (Genshin Impact) fluff ? Dragon in like... The way that Zhongli is with a dragon and a humanoid form. let me know if I should send another ask with anything additional,,

Draconic Inquiries

Venti x Dragon! Reader

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff and Gn! Reader!

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1634

A/N: Hi, thank you for the request! I’m sorry it took so long! There was a lot of hiccups that came up this past week, but I’m happy to finally have had gotten to finishing this!

I wasn’t sure if you wanted a Fluff Fic or head-canons so I did both! I would have asked you but I was already upset that it took this long to write, so I decided not to! I also wrote it to be romantic! I hope this is ok! If not, just shoot me another request and I’ll make you a new one!!

Proofread but of course I could have missed something.

He was first introduced to you via The Traveler, and right away he could tell something about you reminded him a lot of that "old block-head" as Venti so eloquently puts it. Of course, you weren’t anything like Zhongli, but there were some very similar aspects between the two of you at a more biological level.

It didn't take him long to figure it out though, despite his carefree and lovable nature, he is quite perceptive. He could tell from the power imitating from you, that you weren't some regular run of the mill Allogene. The power that you gave off wasn't exactly like his or even most of the other archons it was more… Pure? Something more undisturbed than most elemental beings.

Whatever you were, he wasn't sure if you were open about it, Him, being an Archon, would make him relate to you regarding hiding the truth about yourself, if that is the case. So he decided to ask you about it alone. You were a bit hesitant at first to outright admit it, especially to a person who seemed so interested. Being an Elemental beast, were able to sense an alarming amount of Anemo Energy coming from this short drunkard bard, way too much to just be some regular mortal.

When you finally reveal yourself to be a dragon, he's honestly pretty excited. He's only ever met 4 dragons in his 2600+ year life span, Zhongli, who was just annoyed by any questions he would ask, Dvalin, who, despite being one of his closest friends, is also annoyed by many of his drunken inquiries. Durin and Ursa the Drake tried destroying Mondstadt so they were definitely not an option... So he's been dying to ask a vishap some questions.

And Immediately they started

"Dragon's have hoards, right? Surely there has to be a teensy bit of fine wine there? No? Darn it..."

"Can you breathe fire?!"

"Is it true that dragon's are scared of mice? Eh... Wait! no! That's Elephants. Nevermind!"

It was quite a lot to process and answer them all in time before he went on to the next question. Eventually he seemed to run out of them, that or he saw how distressed you were trying to keep up.

"That's enough questions for today, Ehe! Next time we should have our conversation over a nice cold glass of cider!"

"Next time?"

Venti then, from that day forward, had the two of you meeting up more and more, He would bring the drinks, both Alcoholic and Non-Alcoholic, depending on if you drink or not. and every time, Venti would somehow come up with more and more questions about your heritage, nonstop rambling of questions that would go from dusk till dawn. He seemed to never run out of them. But eventually he would start asking questions that weren't about your Draconic lifestyle. Things like,

"So Y/n, have you ever dated anyone before?"

"Hey Yn! Have you heard that the Windblume Festival is coming soon? Ehe, What do you think the original windblume was? Cecilia? Great choice!"

"Have you ever been to Windrise? It's the place with the huge tree! Huh? eh, You haven't? I'll make sure to show you sometime"

The Windblume festival finally comes around, the whole of Mondstadt was in a fury of unending joy, there were games, foods and deserts, the entire of the city’s buildings were all decorated in many different flowers and ribbons. Dandelions soared through the air, each one carrying the wish of a soul in Mondstadt.

The Day was fantastic, but it seems Venti had more energy to spend after the day's festivities, Venti drags you by the hand through the decorated city streets, past the vendor's shops, and over the bridge, all while you were blindfolded. Of course, you were a little scared being led through all these places without even knowing where exactly you were, but your elemental sense was top notch, not to mention your regular senses at that. So you knew you weren't in any real danger.

"Venti, this is a bit dramatic, even for you"

"Eh he… very funny Y/n, but we're almost there! Just a few more steps and... There!"

The pulling of your hand suddenly stops and Venti’s hand lets go of yours, with one quick motion the blindfold obscuring your eyes was snatched clean off. It took a second for your eyes to adjust, the sun beginning to set but even then being blindfolded caused even the slightest of light to sting your eyes.

Looking up, a big tree hung over you both, lying under the tree, just by the roots, was a checkered red and white blanket layed across the viridescent grass, a seemingly warnout picnic basket layed atop it. From where you stood you could make out a plethora of food and drinks, Pie, Dandelion wine, Apples. You certainly knew there was more, you could tell just from your sense of smell.

But the most notable feature about the fairytale esq scene in front of you was Venti, holding something, a bouquet of Ceclia’s

"These are what you believe to be the original Windblume right? I picked them myself so, rest assured! They’re guaranteed to be the best of quality, ehe!"

"Y/n, the time we’ve spent together these past few months have meant the world to me... Since the moment you arrived in Mondstadt, you’ve been tangled up in every thought of my mind, you've become all I can think about, my one and only worry, my muse, my... everything... What I'm trying to say is, Y/n, I love you and if you feel the same, could you continue being my muse?" His arms stretch slightly to you, offering you the bouquet in his hand.

Everything about this, the scenery, the way he asked, down to the golden hour from the sun, it was all so unforgettable. Your hands slowly move to grasp the Cecilia’s, bringing them up to your face and smelling them.

“Nothing would make me happier, Venti”

Venti’s eyes lit up, blush washed his face as a soft breeze quickly caried him over to you as he practically tackled you into his embrace, the sudden forces causes you both to spin in each others arms, all while Venti’s heartfelt laugh drowns out all other sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His voice grew louder with the repetition as a gleeful smile plastered on his face. He reaches back from his embrace, quickly grabbing his lyre and giving it a few test strums.

“The day isn’t over yet! Allow me to serenade you with a song I’ve made especially for you, my muse.”

And with that, you both continued to laugh and sing throughout the night. The sounds of the feverish festivities of you both echoed through Windrise, your love that would last for eons to come, dancing across the wind.

You both truly, couldn’t be happier.

HEADCANONS

Venti always makes sure that he’s always there for you when you aren’t your best mentally or physically. He cudddles you when your sad, listens to you when you’re upset. Overall he may be a loud bard but he’s also a great listener!

And speaking of cuddles he LOVES them. Since youre a dragon, your body temperature is a lot higher than humans, so he loves the warmth close to him. And if you ever decide to cuddle while IN dragon form then he wouldn’t let you leave for a while. (I also headcanon that since he’s a wind spirit, his body temperature isn’t that high so he’s often a little cold, so an S/o with a high body temperature would be perfect for him)

Regardless of if you can fly or not in dragon form, he loves to go on walks with you, and by “walks” I mean YOU do the walking and he just sits on your back. If you CAN fly than he’d be less of a koala and actually fly with you.

(You may have scared a few of the locals but love is love)

If there’s ever a time that you have to fight, either to protect him, yourself or something else, he will always have your back. Of course, him being a Wind Spirit and an Archon he has at least some power but after losing his Gnosis and him being demoted to the least powerful archon, he’s not incredibly strong. But you being a dragon seems to make up for his lack of power. The times you’ve saved him from some lowly fatuus trying to ambush him, he really couldn’t be more thankful.

He’s really into PDA (no surprise there) so kisses, handholding, etc are all commonplace. He's also always bringing you gifts like food. He’s not much of a baker, but he’d try to make anything for you that you’d want. (Just uh… don’t expect it to be anything spectacular)

Gifts he likes are Cider (obvi) and of course, Apples! You’d get him the finest of wines, (that’s totally not from your dragon hoard, because you are TOTALLY not that kind of dragon •-•^) and he would love them more each time.

He would eventually introduce you to Dvailn (it’s his best bud so it’s a given you’d meet him eventually) and Zhongli who he thought you two might have something in common with.

Overall, having a dragon S/o is one of the best things to happen to him (Tied only with that time Diluc accidentally left his wine cellar unlocked) He’s always wanting to learn more about you and loves spending time with you!

[002yb]

That one reddit post where the guy moves into a new apartment building but hasn't met his neighbors ft. sladejay.

The nice thing about having brothers is that they're obligated to help you move into your new apartment. Not so nice is having to listen to said brothers' opinions on the legitimacy of the building because it's clearly a front for something nefarious and not up to code and did Jason even vet the place before signing his lease?

"Desperate times, desperate measures." Jason says, using his elbow to hit the button for the lift. Suspect as it is, the start and stop ride gets the adrenaline pumping; it hasn't failed them yet, so the place isn't too bad.

"Because you were so hard pressed living comfortably at home with no expenses and no expectations." Tim quips back at him, deadpan. The sarcasm and sass is hardly appreciated, though Jason likes to imagine it's just Tim's way of lashing out at Jason for leaving him at the manor to fend for himself.

"It's called independence, Timothy." Jason says, raising his shoulder in a lackadaisical shrug as he teases, "You'll understand when you're older."

"Nothing says 'independence' like Bruce paying your rent." Tim intones, unbothered by the wicked read until Jason hip checks him in retaliation and he stumbles into a wall. When Tim threatens to drop Jason's shit, Jason dares him. Jason will drop him, the punkass.

If only because Dick would usually have intervened in their shenanigans by now, Jason looks over his shoulder at him. Tim follows suit and they both frown as Dick stares at the elevator, jaw set.

"You good, big bird?" Jason asks, wandering back to Dick's side. When Dick continues to space out, Jason knocks their shoulders and tilts his head to better catch Dick's gaze.

With Dick's attention on him, that quiet intensity from before softens some, but there's still trepidation. It makes Jason purse his lips, sulking, "Hey, you're the one that supported this."

Dick grimaces, caught out, "I do support you, just—does it have to be here?"

Jason's sulk devolves into a pout. He argues, "Your first apartment wasn't much better."

Before Tim can interject with commentary on how Dick didn't have daddy dearest paving the way for his independence, Jason turns on him with a warning scowl, trying and failing to not be endeared as Tim cackles under his breath. Jason flips him off, pointedly turning back to Dick who, frankly, looks antsy as fuck.

"Stay with me instead." Dick bargains. "You can take the spare room until another unit opens up."

"Hard pass."

On cue, the elevator chimes and the doors screech open jerkily. Only while Tim shuffles his way inside, Dick stays resolutely in place. He shoots Jason a look that's equal parts pained and pleading. "Then take my place. I'll stay here."

"For fuck's sake, it's not that bad." Jason groans, bumping the boxes he holds against the ones Dick has in hand and corralling him back into the elevator. "You're being dramatic."

Tim scoffs and Jason sneers at him, backing and squishing his brother into a corner and keeping him there with his bulk.

Bickering and bantering as they all are, they don't notice the hand that catches the door before the lift can close, only how it pushes the door open and how they all look up and oh. Hot damn.

The moment Jason's jaw drops, Dick smacks it back closed with an aggrieved and impatient huff. Like hell Dick's temperament could be of any consequence to Jason at the moment though because an actual beefcake terminator saunters onto the lift and fuck, Jason can't stop staring. If this is his neighbor, he definitely moved to the right place. Fuck what anyone else thinks.

Just as Jason is appreciating the man's imposing stature, he hears a gruff, "Sit down."

The order sends a trill up Jason's spine like a live wire and without thinking, like the fool he is, Jason sits.

It's only as he kneels on the floor, eyes still caught on broad shoulders and strong arms that he only wishes would throw him around, that he sees the dog at the man's heel. Because the man was talking to his dog. Not Jason.

Oh.

As the elevator starts moving up through the floors, jarring in its sudden fits of movement, Jason jerkily raises his head to make eye contact with his neighbor, a pretty blush burning hot across Jason's face.

His neighbor looks after him in turn, amused and appraising before he smirks and oh, it's sinful. A low chuckle escapes the man, drawing another shiver up Jason's spine. While he pats his dog's head, his eyes don't move from Jason when he says, "Good boy."

Fuck. That's—oh.

To be so humiliated and turned on—fuck this old man. And by that Jason means let the old man fuck him. Please and thanks.

Before Jason can make the suggestion, the man's gaze shifts to Dick and he teases, taunts, "He one of yours, Grayson?"

What.

Betrayal is Jason's first petulant thought, followed by a more reasonable sense of dread because this man isn't Dick's type, but Dick knows he's Jason's [type] and—

No, no no. This is why you never have brothers help you move into your new place; to be blue balled after Jason has had arguably the most cringe of meet-cutes, too!

But Jason can see from the set of Dick's shoulders and the tilt of his chin that this potential romance is dead in the water. For whatever reason, Dick is intent on that. Unfortunately for him, Jason has never been the best at minding him. In fact, Jason will throttle him for this, the killjoy.

"He's my brother." Dick says, terse. "Don't fuck with him, Slade."

Slade's gaze sweeps over Jason, a fleeting once over that leaves heat trailing in its wake. There's a sharp nudge to his lower back—Tim, reminding Jason that he's still sat on the floor like an idiot; so embarrassing.

"That's asking a lot of a man." Slade drawls. He looks to Dick with a crooked and biting grin, so charming that Jason might swoon a bit. "What would I get out of this?"

Dick's expression shifts into something so damn petulant that Slade laughs again, pleasantly low and husky. It's such a nice sound that Jason can't even be bothered by the fact that he's missing some sort of crucial detail to explain the tension going on.

Dick and Slade know each other, somehow. And Slade irritates Dick in a way that Jason never knew was possible, too.

When Slade tilts his head to the side, the large dog at his side springs forward, tail wagging happily as it jumps up to rest its large paws on the boxes Dick holds—licking at Dick's cheek like he's seeing an old friend again. It undermines Dick's authority considerably and Jason marvels the exchange.

The lift door opens and Slade turns back to Jason. Appraising him before he smirks, "Welcome to the building, boy."

=====

And then they all get out together and realize that Slade really is Jason's neighbor and reactions are mixed ahahaha.

[finniestoncrane]

🩷🍿 Finnie's 2k Follower Event 🍿💚

🩷💚🩷 EVENT NOW CLOSED 🩷💚🩷 hello and welcome to my silly little cinema 🩷💚🩷💚 this time around i've got options for moodboards, mini playlists, character pairings, and as always, ficlets and headcanons!! as always my little beloveds, read my rules, & send your requests in (and include reader's gender/pronoun/genital info where needed!) i don't know how many requests i'll do (edit: i'll be doing 50 requests for this event, there are still plenty of spaces!!) and i'll try to avoid similar prompts!! (normal requests are still open just now but i won't be writing them or posting them until after the event) along with the drabbles and headcanons, i'll also do a little giveaway of sorts with some commissions, so anyone who asks off anon will be included into a little draw for a free 500 word commission, and i'll pick some winners just to express how much love i have for you all ;-;💚 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

hi welcome to the cinema!! are you ready to purchase your tickets?

i'll let my date decide [tell me a bit about yourself for a character pairing!]

yes!! [please scroll for options and prompts!]

if you're not here for a date, please choose from the options below and let me know which character you want!! (pick literally any character from my "will write" list! 1 for x reader, 2 for ships)

no more requests for btaa!scarecrow or zero year!riddler, please! their egos will explode lmao

where would you like to be seated? (pick 1 option)

right in the middle [movie soundtrack - mini playlist based on the character]

aisle seat [movie poster - i'll make a little moodboard based on the character]

front rows [short fic/drabble - scroll for the next options!]

back rows [headcanons/short form - scroll for the next options!]

which genre of movie would you like to see? (pick 1)

science-fiction [smut/pwp]

horror [dead dove/something dark]

action [hurt/comfort - physical]

drama [hurt/comfort - emotional]

romantic comedy [tooth rotting fluff]

thriller [angst]

and what would you like in your snack box? (pick up to 3, also yeah whatever my theatre serves fries and burgers!!)

🥤 soda [praise kink]

🧋 bubble tea [posessiveness]

🧃 fruit juice [touch starved, tensing up when shown affection]

🍹 cocktail [acts of care]

🍷 wine [confessing feelings]

🍺 beer ["i didn't mean it... it was an accident"]

🍕 pizza slice [dry humping]

🍔 slider [begging]

🌭 hotdog ["they'd/you'd never feel that way about me"]

🌶️ nachos [comforting through a breakup while pining]

🍟 fries [pet play]

🥓 jerky [oral sex/rimming]

🍿 sweet popcorn [sex as a tension release]

🧂 salted popcorn [watching a movie together]

🧈 butter popcorn ["look at you, you're dripping all over yourself"]

🧀 cheese popcorn [rough sex]

🥨 pretzel [roleplaying]

🍩 donut ["i think i love you"]

🍪 chocolate cookie [biting/licking/sucking]

🌈 rainbow cookie [clumsy first kisses]

🧁 cupcake [cnc/noncon/dubcon]

🍎 fruit cup ["you're going to ruin me"]

🍫 chocolate bar [voyeurism]

🍬 candy ["keep your eyes open, i want you to look at me"]

🍭 lollipop [choking]

🍧 frozen yoghurt [blushing in front of your crush, who finds it cute]

🍨 sundae [blind date]

🍦 vanilla ice cream ["that feels nice... it feels right"]

🍌 banana ice cream [sitting in their lap]

🍑 peach ice cream [spanking/impact play]

🍒 cherry ice cream [a kiss, then a slap, then a returned kiss]

🍓 strawberry ice cream ["your hands are so soft"]

🌰 trail mix [facefucking/face riding]

🥜 peanuts ["you're doing such a good job"]

🧅 grilled onions ["i want to smell myself on you"]

🥒 pickles [humiliation/degradation]

🥬 slaw [memorising the scars/marks on their body]

🔴 ketchup ["you said you'd never be caught dead doing something like this"]

🟡 mustard [piss]

🟢 ranch [feeling safe enough to fall asleep in each others' arms]

🥛 sour cream [cockwarming]

🥚 mayo ["let me show you"]

[darlingsfandom]

cillian is a fanboy of reader who is a young actress and he grows obsessed about her and stalks her 🌚🌚

We're getting dark! Cillian!

"Hi!" You we're grinning ear to ear as you signed the 8 x 10 in front of you. "Is this for you or your son?" You asked as Cillian stood in front of you with his son. Truth was his son was there, but not for you. Yeah is son found you cute but he wanted to meet someone else.

"Oh ... me." Cillian blushed as you giggled a little bit. Luckily they were the last ones for the night. His son walked away to try and get a quick picture with the person he wanted to meet. "It's umm Cillian by the way."

"I know! You're Johnathan Crane from the Batman series!" You mentally slapped yourself because he was fanning over you and you did the same.

"So... you've seen my work ?" His but his bottom lip as you flipped the pictured over and wrote something down before giving it a quick kiss. You stood up and leaned over the table to hand him the picture and Cillian would be lying if he said he didn't look at your breasts.

"I love your work!" Your eyes were innocent yet sultry. "Give me a call sometime yeah?" You blew him a little kiss before waving bye as you disappeared behind the curtain. Cillian quickly flipped the picture and seen that you gave him your number. There was no way that happened.

And here he was four months later still swooning over the picture. He never called you out of nervousness. What if it wasn't your real number? What if you were just being nice? But that didn't stop him from rewatching all your movies. He even found himself jacking off more and more to the thought of you.

"Y/N!" Your assistant called as you laid on your bed just randomly scrolling on your phone.

"What?" You whined as you pulled up.

"Package !" They tossed the box at you like it was nothing. You were confused because you couldn't recall ordering anything and this was the fifth package you've got this month along with two different flower bouquets.

"I think you've got a big fan there." Your assistant watched as you set it aside. "That's how many packages? Plus all the flowers .... not to mention the letters all signed by the same person ! It's almost like ya got a stalker."

"Oh hush! I get stuff like that from time to time."

"Not like this!" They raised their eyebrows at you as you rolled your eyes

"It's fine!" You shook your head as your assistant went off to do whatever they had to do. You sighed a little. They weren't wrong, you thought about how detailed the letters were, how they all smelled like the same cologne. You shrugged a little before grabbing the package and opening it. You gasped and covered your hand as you pulled out a pair of cum stained boxers with a little love letter attached. You quickly put it away and ran to the bathroom to wash your hands and while doing so your phone started to ring.

"Hello?" You asked confused because you didn't know the number calling you.

"I hope you've enjoyed my gifts sweetheart. They were made with love."

"You! You're the one sending me all this sick shit?"

"Oh don't say it like that honey, you looked so cute opening all the letters I've sent."

"Oh my god! You're stalking me!!"

"No no that sounds creepy... I'm admiring you from a far honey." You could hear the seriousness in his face that as much as hated it, you hated how much your thighs were clenching and your body was turning on you. "You're just so cute and amazing. It makes me sad that no one's taking care of you the way I am. No one's buying you flowers, bracelets... which looks amazing on you and knowing you just seen my cum.... I know you liked it." His voice was turning you on and you hated it!

"Listen.... I'll make a deal, you stop this now and I won't say anything to anyone!" You were pacing around your room, looking out the window to see if you could see him anywhere and you had no luck what so ever. A sigh left your lips as you rubbed your eyes.

"Oh you think you're in charge here sweetheart? No, you're mine. You're doing what I say and right now you need to stop pacing! I'm not going to hurt you, I love you, I'd never hurt you. Now relax! " Cillian sat outside your house watching as you paced your room, pulled back the curtains and looked for him. He chuckled to himself as you had the look of defeat written on your face.

"Don't worry honey.... we're only getting started." He hung up the phone and watched as you once again looked out the window. He waited until you were away from the window, took his chance and slipped an envelope under your door before running away.

When morning came around you were half awake. The phone call from last night kept you stirring and it proved that this wasn't in your head. You went to grab your newspaper when you noticed the envelope. Nerves shot through your body as you picked it up. You dared to open it and you gasped as you saw the Polaroids of his penis. No words came out of your mouth. You found yourself looking to long before tossing them on the counter, but something caught your eye. One of the photos flipped and on the back was a scribble of the same lipstick you used. It was becoming to real now and you needed something done you just couldn't figure out what.

Part 2?

[noralia20]

Little simple things

Mornings

Sirius is clearly not a morning person, and guess what, you are! (bear with me) Every morning you struggle to get him out of bed. You started to elaborate some strategies, coaxing, sweet-talking, even complaining a bit like a drama queen, imitating him. So you try to suggest a prank that would get him riled up. But the more efficient seems to be : appealing.

"Fine, suit yourself. I'm going to take a shower. I wanted you to join me, but I guess I'll have to take it by myself..."

Sirius: No, no! I'm up!"

Or.

Sirius still in bed, you go out from the batheroom wearing a super short uniform skirt from the years before. He was on his back, a arm above his face. He only opened an eye and immediately straightened up.

Sirius: Woah, where you going like that?

Still not looking at him, smirking, you continued your little game.

Y/N: What do you mean? I'm going to charms class, I already missed breakfast because of you.

Your smile was evident while you said it. You bended teasingly, taking up your things. By the time he was able to comprehend what was happening, you were already opening the door. You don't know how, maybe because of his dog instinct, you didn't have time to turn the door handle, he was pressed up against your back, his hand above yours, stopping you from opening the door.

Sirius: I don't think you'll be going out anytime soon, sweetheart.

You could feel his hot breath against the back of you neck, sending shivers down your spine. You tried to keep your composure.

Y/N: Oh and why not.

Sirius: Because you're not a fourth year anymore, and if you think you'll be going out like that...

Y/N: Now, I can't wear what I want?

Sirius: Not when there is all those guys that want you outside. I know why you did this... I'll get dressed and we'll go together, but pretty please change.

Y/N: of course, I will, just teasing. And no need to rush, Remus told me yesterday that charms was being cancelled.

He picked you up, making your legs tangle above his waist. He threw you on the bed and laid on top of you, nuzzling his head in your neck in a groan. Mission failed. He mumbled something.

Y/N: What was that?

Sirius: At least keep those type of outfit for me.

You erupted in laughter while blushing, feeling your chest vibrate with his deep laugh. 

fanfic

Y/N: Remus? What are you writing?

Remus: A fanfic.

Y/N: Really?! I never thought you did that kind of thing.

Remus: Yeah, well, things happen...

Y/N: What is it about?

Remus: You and Sirius.

Y/N: Say that again! W-Why?!

Remus: Pads asked me and I'm being paid... With chocolate.

The told boy suddenly appears from the invisibility cloak.

Remus: Oh, hey Sirius-

Sirius: I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT ANONYMOUS YOU CHOCOLATE ADDICT!

Love everything

Y/N: It's crazy.

Sirius: What love?

Y/N: That I love everything about you-

Sirius: Even my family?

Y/N: Okay, let's not go there.

Die

Sirius: Due to personal reasons I will decide to go back to my sweet mother and let her induce to me the killing curse. I will next be thrown into the ocean in a glass box.

James: Y/N said "Nice weather" and you said "thanks" didn't you?

Sirius: The reasons are personal-

[jungle-angel]

Home Is Where The Boss Lives (Mob Boss!Jake x Reader)

Summary: After a long time coming, you and Jake are finally able to move into your dream home

Tagging: @bradleybeachbabe Rachel you asked and ye shall receive (lol)

"Ok.......ok are you sure?" Jake asked. "Are you absolutely sure....? No, listen, I appreciate you being careful, especially with something like this.......alright......I'll catch you later......yep.....bye."

Jake hung up the phone on his desk, stacking the last few papers into the wooden box before gathering his brown leather sport jacket and heading out for the day. As he made his way out to the main floor of the casino, he pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and immediately dialed your number.

"Hello?" you enquired.

"(Y/n) my dearest, darling wifey," Jake chortled. "I have a little surprise for you."

"Is it a good surprise or a surprise that's gonna scare your overdue spawn out of my belly?"

"A little of both," Jake chuckled.

"Good because he's been sitting on my bladder all morning and I sent Val to the laundry room to get me a new pair of pants."

Jake laughed. "Nah sweetheart you're gonna love it," he promised. "I'll be home in a half hour and we can send the girls either to Mickey's or my sister's place for the weekend."

"Pleas do," you groaned. "I love you."

"Love you too baby."

Jake hung up just before entering the parking garage where his truck was waiting, right next to Rooster's. As soon as he pulled out and got on the road, he headed for home with the radio blasting Dr. John's "Right Place, Wrong Time" from the speakers.

The drive back to his mother's home wasn't too bad, only a few detours and one road closure for an accident. The officer that had waved him through had been an old friend from college and one that Jake had frequently checked in on after an encounter with Slimy Nick, the very bane of the Seresin family's existence. Jake thanked him and promised to keep in touch with the family since Val and the officer's oldest daughter would be in kindergarten soon.

Finally, he pulled into the driveway of his mother's house where you and the kids had been living while Jake had been trying to get the house. Neither his mother nor the girls were home, but you were, holed up in bed and preparing the home for the birth of your third child, a little boy who you knew would be the spitting image of Jake.

"Sweet pea, you good?" he asked, poking his head in the door.

"No," you chuckled flatly.

Jake slid into bed with you, his hand sliding all over your bump in an attempt to calm your son. "Be nice or I'm coming in there," he ordered, pretending to be stern.

"Jake, you're literally picking a fight with your unborn son," you laughed.

"I came to bring you good news but the little demon decided to start a fight," Jake told you.

"What's the good news?"

"You promise you won't go into early labor?"

"Jake I'm three weeks overdue!!!!"

"Ok ok," Jake said, throwing his hands up. "We've got the house."

You were dumbstruck with shock. "The Vegas house?"

"The very one baby!"

You screamed with joy, pulling Jake into a tight hug and kissing his stubble lined jaw. "You're the best!"

"Ain't I?" he chuckled.

It's not long before you're finally able to fully move out of your mother-in-law's house and into your new one, finishing off the rooms to your liking and making them your own. Not three days after you move in, John Michael Seresin, named for Jake's father, is born in your shared bedroom. As you lay resting with Jake and your new little boy, your new home feels more complete than ever.

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I'm curious - how many unanswered asks do you have in your inbox? Or do you just delete the ones you don't plan on answering?

do you feel good anon

do you feel good about yourself with this question

targeting me like that

geeeeez

ok but more seriously LMAO i have an embarrassingly large amount of unanswered asks but i do read all of them <3 a lot of them honestly are just from folks like, sharing their anonymous opinions about either LO and LR, with the odd one about comic advice, sharing webtoon recommendations, and other things of that nature!

In the case of the LO asks, it's stuff that often has already been spoken about at length before so I don't really have anything to add (but trust me, I'm usually in total agreement, if I heavily disagree with a take I'll usually try to respond to it but it's rare that that's the case because most of the takes are just things like "wow the art in this panel sucks" like yep it sure do LOL) and often it just feels like my inbox is just like, a comment box for people to get their feelings out anonymously and honestly that's fine, I just also can't really respond to every single one unfortunately, but I do read them and I love y'all's takes!

With LR asks, y'all are way too sweet to me and send me just the kindest things about LR, and I hope y'all know that even if I wind up not getting back to your ask about it, I do read everything you send and appreciate so much the amount of support you've all shown for this project since I took it on <3 A lot of those asks are literally my version of "do it for her" where I read them and it reminds me of why it's so worth doing what I do :') <3

Whenever people recommend me other works to read, I add them to a list and I am currently trying to tackle it :) (honestly that list isn't as big as you'd think, a lot of the recommendations are for the same stuff, like other Greek myth retelling comics or otherwise just bad webtoons that people want me to suffer thru LOL) I just recently finally got a physical copy of Song of Achilles and while it's slow going, I'm gonna be sharing my extended thoughts about it, either in a big Tumblr post or maybe a video if I can motivate myself to do it 🤔

And of course, the comic advice asks... these ones admittedly I do tend to actually move into my drafts because I really, REALLY do want to respond to them, but I'm also not someone to half-ass responses to questions like that. That is a bit of a bad habit on my end because it often means I'm spending crazy amounts of time going over topics that can be researched, but I also just really love talking about comics so it doesn't feel good to get a comic advice ask and just leave it at "idk just start" like yeah, do that, but also I want to pass on all the things I WISH I had known when I was first starting out and I'm glad people see me as someone to learn those things from! So when it comes to those asks, don't worry, I'm picking away at them <3 (but also man, I should probably just like... put together some kind of hitchhiker's guide to comic making or something huh LOL)

Anyways! I do have a lot of unanswered asks and honestly, I'm not really one to delete them, even if I don't get back to some of them it is still nice to read them in their own little curated space separate from my main blog, it's kind of like a personal comment section between myself and those of you who took the time to write <3 The only asks I tend to outright delete are ones that are just like, way too bad faith to even want to give any attention to, or bot spam lmao But for the majority of y'all who have sent genuine asks to my inbox and never saw a response and worry that I might have ignored it or deleted it, I hope you can have reassurance in knowing that they are all still there and even if I can't make time every day to respond to them, receiving all your personal takes about LO and your amazing feedback and kind words about LR is something I'm always excited to see whenever that little notification pops up in my Inbox tab. I see you and appreciate you <3

[falling-star-cygnus]

Hi! I just fell on your blog a few minutes ago and then went on to read all your stories about Billy Kid (my favorite character in ZZZ) so I immediatly followed you and now dying to read more because I am starved for good Billy kid stories you have no idea. AO3 hasn't done much yet about him, there are some good ones, but they are also too few yet, maybe in a few months. Hope you don't mind if I flood your ask box with request about him. I love him being in a bad situation and the rest of the Cunning Hares immediatly going into War Mode the moment someone mess with him without their knowledge. Or him just being cared for by the rest of the girls when he's not in a good shape, or injured, or well, you get the idea. Think you could do a story where Billy suffers a blow to the head during a mission which makes him temporary lose his memories about his time with the Cunning Hares so he still thinks he's a feared enforcer in the Outer Ring and thus acts more like the old him, who is very much implied to have been much less nice and more ruthless than his present self given that in one of his trust events he actually sends a death threat to a thug, and also an entire gang of thugs running away from him the moment they recognize him. Meanwhile Nicole, Anby and Nekomata are at a loss at how to deal with a much less nice Billy who doesn't remember them and is clearly more than ready to shoot anyone or anything for just being in his way and them trying to just bring back the Billy they know by trying to show him everything he's been doing with them, and also them worried about how different he was before meeting them and them not knowing him more than that and stuff. Would be interesting, if you want to write it of course. Also, do you plan to maybe put your stories about Billy (all the asks you got about him) on AO3? There is not enough Billy Kid content yet there, and I think you would help immensely, given your stories are all incredible and they are about our favorite android. <3 <3 <3, Of course, no pressure there, I'm just curious and wondering, feels like a shame to only see those stories on tumblr, but I'll totally understand and respect whatever decision you choose. Also love the work you put for your stories about the Billy asks, I drank them faster than a thirsting man in a desert suddently having access to water, I love you so much for doing this the internet needs more Billy Kid stories the android is gonna be my death and I am so ok with that.

RAHHH YOU'RE SO SWEET, WHAT?? -> oml, you fr got me close to tears over here <333

as of right now, i don't have an AO3 account- bc it never seemed like much of a priority to make one, but i might just bite the bullet and start posting over there now that you're hyping them up so much 😭 

of course, i'll still primarily post on here methinks, and i'll definitely write that request of yours too bc i genuinely love that idea [just in a different post to keep this from getting too long] but seriously, you're so sweet. thank you so much and request away!! <3 <3 <3

HC for the Road: When Billy gets super angry, like genuinely needs to blow off some steam before he snaps at the girls, he'll just kick or punch the nearest safely destructible item -> for example: the Hares' could be in a Hollow and they get stuck or something, and Billy's already had a bit of a rough day so he just kicks one of the thick metal pipes laying around to vent and accidentally sends his foot through it [and gets stuck like a cartoon] -> the rest of the Hares' are struck yet again with the reminder of "oh yeah, he's CHOOSING not to break our bones 😃"