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iheartjohnlennon · 6 months ago

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The Beatles NSFW Alphabet - George

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Oopsies for any grammatical errors

A is for Aftercare (How he treats you after sex, what happens after sex, etc...)

• George didn’t even know it had a name. He just thought it was common practice to be caring and giving after sex.

• He usually runs you both a shower, quick to support your body as he rinses and cleans you off. He’ll offer you a clean blanket after the act, just to be sure you feel comfortable and at ease. The bed will be all done up, fluffed pillows, enough space, all for you and him.

• Super, super sweet guy. If you wanted a drink he’d probably already have it ready at the bedside.

B is for Body part (His favourite body part of yours)

• George loves your eyes and mouth.

• He loves the way your eyes light up when you see something you like. The pretty gleam when you make eye contact with him has him weak in the knees. He feels like a lovesick dog.

• Your smile is so precious. He loves the way your teeth look, no matter how much you may dislike them. He thinks they’re perfect.

• Your eyes and mouth are so beautiful to him...especially when you’re taking a mouthful of his cock with your eyes watering.

C is for Cum (Everything to do with cum!)

• George likes to cum in your mouth.

• He especially likes when you swallow his cum and don't spit it out. He likes the filthiness of that.

D is for Dirty secret (Something utterly filthy that he did and/or does/and or wants to do behind your back.)

• George wants to do anal but he thinks that you would think it's gross.

• He knows it'd feel way tighter than your cunt and he wants that feeling. With your consent and some lube, he'd be fucking you like a rabbit. George definitely teases the hole as well. It looks so cute, so tight, so warm - perfect for his cock.

• George thinks doing anal things would make him feel more dominant. You'd be his bitch, taking it up the ass.

• He doesn’t know how to ask or tell you about it directly, so he usually gets off to the idea of it. He feels quite odd for liking it…maybe one day he’ll confide in you.

E is for Experience (How experienced is he?)

• Georgie has little experience, little knowledge, so he just finds his way.

• He lost his virginity with his friends cheering him on in the next room, in a cold, dark room to a German prostitute, and he didn't last very long - I'm sure that says a lot!

• His thrusts are sloppy but he tends to hit your g-spot either way. But not due to expertise...it’s just because his cock is sizeable.

• But he’s a quick learner!! Tell him what feels good and he’ll do just that and improve.

F is for Favourite position (How he loves to fuck you)

• He's very much into doggy style. He likes having you face down, ass up on the edge of the bed as he pounds and ruts into you senselessly. It always makes him feel alive.

• It also gives him an excuse to dig his sharp teeth into your shoulder. He's so possessive like that. He also likes pulling your hair back as he fucks into you.

• It doesn't have to be all rough though, he can slow down and be all sensual.

• He has a big cock as well, that position is perfect for him and for you.

G is for Goofy (How silly is he during sex?)

• He’s not really goofy or joking during sex. He thinks it’s too special to be joking.

• He thinks sex is a special bond between two people, and if he’s speaking or talking - it’s either him complimenting you, or saying pure filth.

G is also for Goal (What's his goal and/or dream in relation to sex.)

• George just wants to make you cum.

• In fact George wouldn't care if he doesn't end up cumming, just as long you do - in the best, most drawn out, most satisfying, most toe clenching, most sheet drenching, most impregnating, most draining way possible.

H is for Hair (How well groomed he is, does the carpet match the drapes, etc..)

• George has a lot of pubic hair, especially around his balls. His hair peeks out below his navel, a cute little happy trail.

• It’s not bad, by any means, there’s just a lot of it.

I is for Intimacy (How romantic he is during sex, etc..)

• George is naturally very soft, very romantic and very kind.

• He doesn't always go all out with candles and rose petals and champagne but when he can he does.

• He always does a bit above the bare minimum though, there's no just going at it like bunnies - there'll always be a nice track on in the background, always foreplay.

J is for Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.)

• If it’s his only means of getting off, he’ll do it. It ’s not his preferred choice, but if you’re not available, he has no other option.

• He has some photos of you that he uses. for his birthday, his gift to himself was booking you a photo shoot. The photographer was sworn to secrecy and told to destroy the film he had after it was processed.

• Those photos are kept in his billfold, always in his pocket and used during desperate times.

K is for Kink (One or more of their kinks in relation to you.)

• George has a sub kink for sure, and though it's not often he lets you dominate him, he does love it when you're rough with him.

• He revels in you tugging at his hair, calling him names, riding him - sometimes that stuff just brings him a joy he can't put into words.

• So yeah, sometimes he just wants to be your bitch.

L is for Location (Favourite place to do the deed.)

• George definitely likes doing it in hotel rooms and all that jazz. He travels a lot, so of course hotel rooms are his natural favourite.

• He also has taken quite the liking to fucking you in the studio. Whenever anyone is out for lunch, he’s there dragging you to bend you over the amps and have his way with you.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on about you, gets him hard, makes him cum, etc..)

• George is deeply turned on by your confidence and the way you carry yourself. Your self-assured attitude drives him wild.

• He loves it when you take the initiative, whether it's initiating a kiss, a touch, or suggesting new things to try in bed. Your boldness excites him.

• George is especially turned on when you affirm how good he makes you feel. Hearing you moan "it feels so good, Georgeeee" or praising his skills in bed just does it for him in so many ways.

N is for No (Turn offs, what pisses him off, etc..)

• He dislikes very rough or overly aggressive behavior in bed. George prefers a more sensual and intimate approach to sex.

• George is also turned off by any kind of dishonesty or insincerity. He values genuine connections and can't stand it when things feel fake or forced.

O is for Oral sex (Does he prefer giving or receiving? How does he give, how does he receive?)

• George will never admit this, but at his core he’s a slight bottom. He loves the attention he gets when you’re on your knees and gagging around his length.

• His hand usually cups your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin there as you stare up at him through your lashes.

• He loves the feeling of your mouth around him, the warmth and the wetness driving him crazy. The sensation of your tongue swirling around his tip makes him groan in pleasure. There's no feeling like it.

P is for Pace (Fast or slow? Rough or sensual? Ect.)

• George's pace tends to be slow and sensual, reflecting his desire to make each moment last and savour the connection with you.

• He prefers to take his time, exploring your body with deliberate and tender movements. He believes that building up the anticipation makes the climax even more satisfying.

• He’s not opposed to picking up the pace if you ask for it, but his natural inclination is to be gentle and loving.

• During more passionate encounters, his pace can quicken, becoming more intense and urgent, especially if he's particularly aroused or if you've been teasing him all day.

Q is for Quickie (His opinion on quickies, how often they happen, etc..)

• Obviously he doesn't hate them but would much prefer you to have sex that's comfortably timed.

• When they do occur, it's in desperate times, like he hasn't seen you in weeks or he can't get rid of a boner.

• He can finish quickly and fuck you hard so you don't possibly get caught.

R is for Risk (What kind of risks will they take.)

• George is cautious by nature and generally avoids situations that might lead to getting caught, preferring to keep your intimate moments private and sacred.

• However, he does have a bit of a spontaneous side. He enjoys the thrill of doing something unexpected, like pulling you into a quiet room during a gathering or surprising you with a passionate kiss in an empty hallway.

• George’s idea of risk is more about breaking routine than being public. He loves to surprise you with spontaneous intimacy at unexpected times, like when you’re in the middle of a conversation or doing something mundane.

S is for Stamina (How many rounds he can last, how quickly can they cum, etc..)

• George has a steady stamina; he might not go for marathon sessions, but he’s certainly capable of giving you a few solid rounds.

• He typically lasts a good amount of time, enough to make sure you’re fully satisfied before he lets himself go.

• He’s more about quality than quantity, focusing on making each round deeply satisfying rather than trying to stretch it out unnecessarily.

T is for Toys (Does he own toys, use them, what kind of toys, etc?)

• George isn’t someone who naturally gravitates toward sex toys, but he’s not opposed to them either if you personally want to use them. He just won't engage because he trusts himself to give you pleasure.

• He’s more into the connection between the two of you rather than relying on...accessories.

U is for Unfair (How much does he like to tease you, how does he tease you, etc..)

• George has a teasing streak, but it’s always playful rather than mean. He loves to draw out your pleasure, taking his time to get you worked up before giving you what you want.

• He enjoys the build-up, like whispering sweet, naughty things in your ear, lightly brushing his fingers over sensitive areas, or pulling away just when you think he’s going to give you more.

V is for Volume (How loud is he, what noises does he make, what does he say, etc..)

• George is relatively quiet during sex, preferring to express himself through soft moans, deep breaths, and quiet gasps.

• He’s not one for loud, vocal expressions, but the intensity of his breathing and the occasional groan lets you know just how much he’s enjoying himself.

• He loves hearing you, though, and your moans often encourage him to be a little louder, especially when you’re both close to climax.

• In those moments when he’s overwhelmed by pleasure, you might hear a slightly louder moan or grunt, but it’s always controlled and subdued.

W is for Wildcard (Random sexual headcanon.)

• George has a surprising playful side that comes out in the bedroom. He loves experimenting with sensory play, like using feathers or ice cubes to tease and stimulate your body, enjoying the mix of sensations and how they heighten your pleasure.

You shiver slightly - George is trailing an ice cube along the curve of your neck, watching intently as goosebumps rise on your skin. He smiles, leaning in to kiss away the cold trail he’s left, the contrast of his warm lips against your chilled skin sending a thrill through your body.

X is for X-ray (His cock.)

• 7 inches, slim but not skinny, aaaannd not circumcised. (I want him so bad.)

Y is for Yearning (His sex drive, how much do they want you?)

• George's sex drive is somewhat understated but powerful. He might not be as overtly aggressive, but when he wants you, it’s an intense and all-consuming desire.

• He often finds himself thinking about you at the most unexpected times - while strumming his guitar, during a quiet moment in the studio, or even while out in nature.

Z is for Zzz (Sleep afterwards?)

• You and George go to sleep at roughly the same time because you both talk until you fall asleep.

• You talk about anything really. Your day, the weather, your jobs, how good his cock just was - everything!

• And sex doesn't always come before sleep. Sometimes you'll both decide to watch a movie before you drift off, or maybe you'll have a really late dinner.

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sweet-self-indulgence · 3 months ago

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Any headcanons for how each boy does aftercare with mika?

Great question! Aftercare is not only super important, even for less kinky sexual encounters, but also super telling of a character.

I’m kinda basing these responses off this post where I talked more about kinks and such. Just cause the needs of aftercare vary by what you’re playing with.

James will start aftercare tons of praise

His most intense modes of sex involve punishing Mika using impact play during a scene

Words of affirmation come very easily to him in these moments, “You did such a good job, love. I’m so proud of you. You make me so happy.”

He prioritizes ‘fixing’ things

Cleaning up any fluids

Bringing Mika to a more comfortable place

He’s, of course, extremely prepared and perhaps a little over eager in offering solutions.

He’s kind of buzzing around trying to offer everything.

He has calming lotion, water, snacks, a soft bathrobe, hair ties

Only after he’s run through his checklist can Mika get him to sit still and cuddle

He knows how important it is for Mika to feel softer touches after he gets rough

He just has a hard time relaxing until he’s satisfied his own needs to take care of her

Erik stays quietly near Mika and lets her take the lead

Erik tends to go more hardcore in terms of multiple organisms and over stimulation

So it’s important for him not to push Mika

He’ll start by sitting next to her and holding her hand

Once she’s caught her breath and calmed down a little, he’ll run his fingers through her hair

He’ll massage any tense muscles while he encourages Mika to check in with him

Starting with her hands since she tends to white-knuckle through intense sensations

Erik gets her to direct him to any knots, stiffness, or pain

It’s a nice gateway to verbalizing her needs

Erik encourages Mika to sleep

Any necessary clean-up is efficient, then he’s tucking her into bed

He’ll sit near the bed until she invites him to cuddle

Erik tends to worry that he did too much and she doesn’t want to be near him

But Mika always asks for him to hold her

She recognizes that it’s important for Erik to hear

Sam is incredibly soft with Mika

When Mika and Sam have sex they are both leaving with bite marks and bruises

(could Sam heal his faster, probably, but he likes being marked by Mika almost as much as he likes marking her)

It took a while for him to not freak out and actually listen when Mika says she had fun

But he still treats her like she’s made of glass during aftercare

He carries her everywhere and is constantly pressing the gentlest kisses onto her

Step one is usually a hot bath that they both soak in together

Mika leans back on Sam’s chest

Helpful for cleaning and relaxing any tense muscles

Step two is disinfecting

Sam is completely paranoid about infection

He tries not to break skin when he bites, but best practice is to clean any deep bite

Friction burns from carpet, roof shingles, etc. happen pretty frequently

Matthew is a cuddler

He gets the most dominant when receiving oral sex, it often turns into face-fucking

He’s very chatty after sex and quick to compliment Mika, “I love you so much! You are so unbelievably sexy. I’m so lucky!”

The aftercare cuddling session lasts a long time

Cuddling happens wherever they are

Lots of slow, loving kisses

The vibe can be sleepy, but he’s asking lots of questions

“What part was the most fun for you? Least fun? What did you think of the new costume?”

He takes feedback very seriously and incorporates it in the future

He feels so guilty if Mika gets nauseous from gagging or her voice gets scratchy

He’s developed an herbal tea blend that he makes for Mika

He’s also convinced she needs to get the taste out of her mouth

Mika doesn’t mind, but Matthew has tasted his own cum before and thinks it’s gross

Damien likes to hold Mika

Damien likes to play with fantasies and voyeurism

I could see his enthrallment making Mika’s imagination feel super vivid

So he is careful to ground Mika

He pulls her into his lap and holds her closely

He will tell her how sexy she is

Helps differentiate reality from fantasy

“I loved watching you use that toy, pretending it was me”

Uses other subtle grounding techniques

Touches her firmly and often narrates what he’s doing

Asks her questions about what she feels, sees, or hears

Mika knows what he’s doing and appreciates the subtlety. When he’s super serious, it can make her feel anxious like he isn’t as with it as she thought.

Is well-prepared with things like extra towels and water

Especially at the hot springs

#seduce me otome #seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduceme #ask #incubrothers #headcanon

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smokeybrandreviews · 1 year ago

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Sail Away

Man, it has been a clean minute since I've had the opportunity to post consistently. The tail end of this year has been absolutely ridiculous. Life comes at you fast and i have been run over (figuratively and quite literally, twice), so i can't tell you how happy i am to see 2023 give way to 2024. New year, new me, as they say. But, before we progress into the future, i wanted to at least tie up some loose ends here and there, starting with my grand adventure through Azur Lane. Contrary to my radio silence here, I've been pretty active on my weirdly chosen Gacha experience and have made quite a bit of progress since my last check in. I believe the last update i made was about two months ago and, in a gacha game, that's an eternity so, here i am, making up for that long ass gap in time. This is going to be a big one, so bear with me.

Anemia

This year has been kind of an Iron Blood drought and i hate. I am a KMS main and the lack of more Kraut girls has been hard. I appreciate what we did get, particularly the new Priority boats and Bismarck Zwei, but coming of last year where we were lousy with German content, this year was kind of a letdown. Still, I certainly capitalized on what was available, particularly grinding out those PR6 ships with fervor. I did notice coming up with Blueprints for those ships, after they were initially completed, has been like pulling eye teeth but i have made solid progress on that front. Felix Schultz and Hindenburg were completed fairly quickly and i was even able to stack up enough Blueprints to hit Felix with a Fate Simulation but i am SO far off of that for Hindy. Bro, these Rainbow PR blueprints are a CHORE to grind! I've been chasing Hindy's for months! The second she was completed, they just disappeared! It's like the game is forcing me to try and construct the other boats but, like, i don't wanna? I just want my goddamn Krauts to be the best they can be. Speaking of Fate Simulations...

Push It To The Limit

Friedrich Der Grosse got one! Why the f*ck would you buff this powerhouse any further? I think this happened super early in the year but i can't remember. Obviously, i had the Blueprints to make this happen and i, for sure, pulled that trigger immediately. Fried was already a mainstay in my dock as she was before but after that unlock? Man, you'd be hard pressed to find a better ship to lead your KMS fleet. The Fate Simulation drops this year have been very interesting. Like, Fried got one early on, but then Prinz Rupprecht got one, too. We're talking a PR2 ship, followed relatively closely by a PR5? Like, Ruppie got hers before Aegir. How does that math work? WHY did the math work out like that? Aegir is a f*cking monster, but so is Fried, so if you're going to buff her, why not the other? I'm not complaining, i mean, i really am, but petulance aside, what since does this make? One Decisive per Faction a year or something? Shenanigans, sir, shenanigans.

Ultra Light Beams

We had two Rerun events this year which allowed me to net two of the three missing UR ships i needed. I was able to pop both New Jersey and, more importantly, Shima-f*cking-zake! Bro, I've been chasing that rabbit since her initial run two years ago and finally - FINALLY - added her to my Sakura Empire dock. I cannot stress to you how satisfying it was when that reveal cut to her little intro animation. This sense of accomplishment just washed all over me. Actually, in hindsight, this has been the year of the UR. We had those Reruns, but we also got Unzen, Bismarck Zwei, Yorktown II (kind of), and Implacable, were all released this year. Obviously, i ran those Banners hard and popped them all but Manjuu didn't stop there. The current event, Light-Chasing Sea of Stars, is offering two UR entries for Eagle Union! I already rolled enough of the first, Guam, to fully Limit Break her. all that's left now is to grind out enough of those f*cking Bunbun UR Vouchers, to buy Laffey II. Considering I'm still chasing the ghosts of Vanguard and Kronshtadt, there's no way I'm going to miss the opportunity to add Laffey the 2nd in her native Event. Also, i miscounted the men. I was missing four URs initially. Thank god for the Lite Rerun.

Horrors of the Deep

I have to say, that Tempesta dock got a huge biff out of nowhere this year. I thought it was just going to be Royal Fortune as a one off. Apparently, that was never the case. We got an entire Fleet of eldritch nightmares. These weird ass ghost ships got a whole as event unto themselves, filled with cannonballs and tentacles. That Tempesta and the Fountain of Youth minor event was quite interesting. I actually went into it rather haphazardly. I had no intention of actually completing it, i just wanted to pop Golden Hind. Ended up kind of completing the entire banner. As of right now, i have every available Tempesta ship and it feels odd? I never use them but they have become my third favorite Fleet in the game, based strictly on aesthetic. I'm particularly fond of Mary Celeste, Golden Hind, and Sao Martinho. Obviously, Royal Fortune, Adventure Galley, and Whydah, also chart up there but those first three? Yeah, i can count them in the upper ranks of my favorite ships, which almost exclusively consists of Iron Blood boats. I might, if i have time later, properly raise that Fleet up but i kind of feel like i have enough to do at the moment.

Spoils of War

I've been playing Azur Lane for about three years now and, for the first time ever, i maxed out both oil and coins. I didn't even know coins had a cap. It was weird not being able to disassemble gear because i had too much cash. To be perfectly honest with you, i rarely have less than around four hundred thousand coins at any given time, mostly because the sh*t available for purchase with them, sucks. Who buys Blue Tech Boxes? Why would anyone invest in that? I mean, i get it, if you're brand new, you need all the equipment you can get but for someone like? Someone who stays gilded? Yeah, that's ridiculous. I ended up have in to cash out the entire shop, related it, and cash it out again, just to lose enough coin in order to continue the grind. All in all, even though the Events were kind of few and far in between, I had a pretty solid time with my money pit of a Gacha game. Azur Lane didn't come with the heat like last year but it was still a solid adventure worth giving a proper goodbye. 2024, you were definitely a mixed bag for me on those high seas but you were totally worth it in the end. Here's to the future and, hopefully, a few more UR Reruns and a couple more Iron Blood Carriers. Maybe combine the two and give me a goddamn Rainbow Kraut Carrier!

#Azur Lane

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smokeybrand · 1 year ago

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Sail Away

Anemia

Push It To The Limit

Ultra Light Beams

Horrors of the Deep

Spoils of War

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athletickat · 4 years ago

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Top Reads 2020 Fanfiction

I started reading Harry Potter fanfiction this year (thanks to Tik Tok) and these stories I’ve read keep me up at night because I cannot stop thinking about them.

#1- Manacled by @senlinyu

This is story is a MASTERPIECE. I cannot express how many times I’ve read and thought about this story. The way Hermione loves Draco and Draco loves Hermione is unbeatable. Hermione is a literal boss bitch in this story and my favorite Hermione in everything I’ve read. The build up, the tension, the CHEMISTRY; it is the best thing I have ever read. I could write a whole damn brook report on this story and be proud of it. This story is just... ugh *ultimate chefs kiss*.

#2- Rights and Wrongs series by @lovesbitca8

The Right Thing To Do, All the Wrong Things, and The Auction are my absolute favorite pieces of writing ever. Draco Malfoy in this series is my horny king, and the best Draco in everything I’ve read. The Auction has a special place in my heart because of hard Hermione works to stay alive and keep the Malfoys alive, as well. All the characters in each story are so well written, especially the Malfoys, and I cannot express how in love I am with each little plot detail and connection between the stories.

#3- Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing

I recently read this story and I cannot get enough of it. This is first fic I’ve read with a wedding scene (two scenes!!) and I cannot put it in words of how perfect it is. This story is all about the love Draco and Hermione have for each other, and it has set such unrealistic expectations for me...ugh. Every chapter had me smiling like an idiot and I could not put it down.

#4- Cruel and Beautiful World by Lena Phoria

I am so happy that Lena Phoria turned this fanfiction into a book, but nothing beats the original characters in this story. The way I fell in love with all the characters (except Voldemort, gross) is immaculate. This story deals with a lot of trauma and heavy topics, but the plot and the characters are just too good. Draco is a sweetheart and absolutely whipped for Hermione, but they need each other. I have never laughed so hard while reading a dark AU fic, and this story made my abs hurt. Definitely one to read.

#5- All You Want by @senlinyu

Holy shit. This story has the best smut I have ever read. The way senlinyu describes what's happening to Alpha Draco and Omega Hermione during sex makes me laugh out loud. It is so so good and so so sexy. It is such a fun story to read, and that’s why I love it so much.

#6- Breath mints / Battle Scars by @onyx-and-elm

This story is the definition of toxicity, but honestly, it’s still so good. Both Hermione and Draco are changed after the war, and they fall in love by rage, sex, and protection of one another. Hermione does not give a single damn about what people may say about her, and Draco just wants her to be happy (although it does take a while for him to see what that really means). Plot and characters are amazing, and the ending is *chefs kiss*.

#7- Isolation by Bex-chan

The first Dramione fanfiction I’ve ever read, and it has a very special place in my heart. I didn’t think I would like reading Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger fanfiction, but this story changed my mind and led to my spiral of reading such amazing stories. Such an amazing read, and I love seeing Draco grow into a man that Hermione deserves and loves. This story is iconic.

#8- Hunted by Bex-chan

Another superb story by Bex-chan. A Romance/Mystery story after the war and Draco and Hermione fall in love... hard. They are great together and the plot is amazing. This story is another iconic one for me.

#9- Love and Other Misfortunes by @senlinyu

Another great piece of work from the Queen herself, senlinyu. Draco is so stubborn it hurts, but it’s okay because Hermione is there to save the day (duh). Love these two and the romance between them in this story. Also, Veela Draco with wings and fangs is too much for me. Not that it’s important or anything, but the smut level is through the roof. Love it.

#10- Bring Him to His Knees by @willhavetheirtrinkets

Auror Draco and Auror Harry are an iconic duo. I love how intricate Draco is in this story, and how his past still very much affects his present, but Hermione helps him a lot, and it shows just how much they care for each other. Hermione and Draco dance around each other until they realize *wait* they have feelings for each other! It is not complete yet, but I do check every week or so for updates because it has a good murder mystery plot and a fabulous Dramione.

#11- The Risk-Reward Ratio by MissiAmphetamine

War fic, and honestly one of my favorite ones. Draco sucks up his pride and goes to the Order for help, and Hermione is the only one who truly excepts him. Draco is a stubborn bastard in this story, but he makes up for it. The scenes are so real, and neither character is perfect, but you’ll see how far they are willing to go for each other.

#12- The Just World Fallacy by MissiAmphetamine

Sequel to The Risk-Reward Ratio, and this one is tough. Still so good, but deals with torture, PTSD, rape, and more heavy topics. The love that still stands between Draco and Hermione even after all that they have been through together is beautiful. I love this story, and I love seeing how each character grows into their own person while during a war.

#13- Broken by @inadaze22

I have never cried so much while reading a story. This story made ME feel broken because Hermione is quite literally shattered, but so is Draco. It’s a story that makes you feel so many things at once and it is beautiful. Super slow-burn, but in the end, Hermione and Draco are meant to be together.

#14- This World or Any Other series by @olivieblake

Clean and Marked are incredible stories with a rollercoaster twist. I love each character in this series, and the love that Hermione has for Draco, and vice versa, is the most powerful thing in this universe. The relationship starts with a potion assignment and just extends through there. I love their characters so much alongside the secondary characters and it makes the story so interesting. 6th year Hogwarts and continues with the war, but Draco and Hermione are always there for each other no matter what.

#15- The Eagles Nest by HeartOfApsen

Ravenclaw Draco and Hermione, 8th year, and Alchemy. This story is so complex, and I couldn’t stop reading it. I love both Draco and Hermione and how they work to settle a problem together. Also seeing all the secret rooms in Hogwarts was another compelling aspect of the story that I loved. They know they need each other, and them being nerds and all, school is what brings them together in the end.

#16- Almost Perfect, Almost Yours by BelleOfSummer

I could not put down this story. No matter how much it angered me, and no matter how much I wanted to throw my laptop at the wall, I couldn’t stop reading. The plot is so interesting where Hermione is raised by a Pureblood family, but she was adopted from muggles, so she is Muggleborn. All the while her and Draco fall in love through their teen years and go through a war together. Hermione is a bad bitch and Draco is whipped (maybe not in a good way). They experience so much together, and in the end, you learn to love them for who they are.

#17- The Green Girl by @colubrina

Hermione is sorted into Slytherin and makes all new friends that do not include Harry Potter or Ronald Weasley. I freaking love this story because Hermione is a literal Queen, and the story itself is so well written. I don’t usually read T-rated works, but I could not put this one down because it has such an interesting plot.

#18- Erised Effect by @adaprix

Smut, smut, and more smut with such a cute plot. I love little Hermione as a bad bitch and big dick Draco as a little softy. I was hooked from the first chapter and it was so crazy. The sex scenes in this are just... *fans self*. This story is a rollercoaster of smut, but Draco and Hermione are my all time favs in this.

#19- Every Day, a Little Death by @lovesbitca8

Draco tries everything to satisfy Hermione, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Such a cute story with such a cute relationship. Hermione doesn’t mean to fall in love, but alas, Draco is a sex God and it was inevitable. I love this story!

#20- Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan

A dark AU where Draco is mesmerized by Hermione and her will to stay alive. Their love is so strong, but alas, Draco is a stubborn bastard. This story is an emotional rollercoaster and another story where I could not put it down. Also *spoiler* some family drama going on throughout the story.

#21- Bond by MrBenzedrine89

*fans self* again because this story is incredible. Love the smut, love the club, love the love between Draco and Hermione. Super interesting details in this story with Draco, Hermione, and the infamous Bond club. Loved reading this story.

I fell down a rabbit whole of Dramione stories this year, and it made me ignore everything I had to in my life just to read them. I can’t wait to see more stories this year and procrastinate my life by reading these stories!

#dramione #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction.net #trash

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veronicasanders · 2 years ago

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Do you have a favorite meal someone's made for you? what foods remind you of home or of someone?, what do you like to eat when they feel like shit (emotionally or actually sick)?

YAAAAAS I’m so psyched for this question, I love it!! 💖

So, my mom grew up in a family of 7, and she was the 2nd oldest. Both of my grandparents worked long hours and so her oldest sister started cooking super young, and my mom started cleaning. Because of this very early division of labor, my mom was never really into cooking, but my aunt…oh my god.

Going to her house is incredible, because she always cooks absolutely amazing meals that are full of seasonal fresh veggies, often from her own garden. But even better, I lived with her and my uncle for about a year when I was interning (ie not getting paid) and let me tell you…I ate like fucking ROYALTY during that year. Plus, I got to be her sous chef when I was home and I learned an infinite amount of helpful things. I think honestly, the best part was getting home after a 10-14 hours day and hour commute and ALWAYS finding a fridge full of delicious, healthy food. Like, all I had to do was heat it up. It was often some kind of frittata, some amazing homemade pesto with fresh pasta, or stir-fry.

She’s the one who makes coleslaw a lot, btw, and here’s the basic method:

Always start with at least 2 kinds of cabbage - one green and one purple, cut thinly on a mandolin. Usually at least a few other cruciferous veggies too, like Brussels sprouts, broccoli, kale, etc, also cut small.

Add some other crunchy veggies: shredded or matchstick-cut carrots, radishes, celery, jicama, beets, whatever you’ve got.

Add little oil/fat

Add whatever vinegar or acid goes with the rest of the meal (IE balsamic, red wine, apple cider, or rice vinegar, harissa, or lemon/lime juice, even hot sauce)

Optional: If you want a creamy coleslaw, add a spoonful or two of Greek yogurt

Season LIBERALLY, with whatever spices or fresh herbs go with the meal. Always include salt, pepper, a little chili powder, and garlic & onion powders, but everything is optional.

STIR AGGRESSIVELY UNTIL THE LIQUIDS AND SPICES HAVE EMULSIFIED AND COATED THE VEGGIES. TASTE AS YOU GO AND ADD SEASONING IF NECESSARY.

(Examples: an Italian meal might mean: olive oil, balsamic vinegar, lemon juice, fresh basil, fresh parsley, fresh minced garlic, a few spoonfuls of pesto, dried oregano or rosemary, etc. A stir-fry might get peanut oil, rice vinegar, soy sauce, fresh Thai basil, green onions, cilantro/coriander leaves, star anise, cloves, etc. Mexican food might get lime juice, fresh cilantro, cumin, cayenne, ancho, chipotle, hot sauce or Tajin.)

Also optional: add-ins like tomatoes, olives, peppers, artichoke hearts, capers, cucumbers: things that are juicy or more delicate. They get mixed in now, more gently.

Finish by sprinkling something crunchy on top: toasted nuts or seeds, croutons, fried noodles. Et voila. Auntie Em’s Coleslaw.

(Which stores brilliantly, btw, because the flavors only get better as they all marinate together and because the base is hearty and crunch things, it doesn’t get soggy and gross like most leftover salad.)

Well...that turned into a full recipe, lol. ANYWAY...

Other favorite meals that people have made me, which always make me think of them:

This layered enchilada-inspired dish that my friend’s mom used to make all the time was my absolute favorite and I have a full recipe for that too. It doesn’t claim to be authentically Mexican; it’s like a California/vegetarian version of the classic Tex Mex dish called “Burrito Pie,” but it is SO fucking good and satisfying and the kind of thing you can eat all year round because it’s both warm and filling but also full of fresh veggies and easily can be eaten with a big salad (or Auntie Em’s Coleslaw) for a lighter meal in hot weather.

Also my grandmother used to make truly outstanding oven-baked mac and cheese.

My friend's grandmother added a vegetarian tamale to their holiday tradition just because I used to help and I didn't eat the meat ones. (Roasted poblanos with crema, Oaxaca, and Cotija btw, absolutely fucking outstanding.)

What reminds me of home, is generally just the foods that my family makes or that we ate together. My brother makes the best mashed potatoes in the world. My mom makes lentil soup that I’m always in the mood for 24/7, and these dark chocolate/peanut butter/coconut cookie bars that are to die for. My dad loves to grill, so perfectly grilled salmon or corn or eggplant/zucchini remind me of him. My other grandparents always took me to Jewish delis, so whenever I have a tuna melt or kosher pickles, I think of them.

When I feel like shit, I want a big bowl of something warm and comforting, which is incidentally most of the foods listed above. Something starchy and cheesy and warm. Mostly soups and stews with potatoes, pasta, rice or dumplings in it. Stuff I can eat with a spoon, curled up in front of the TV. One of my favorites is roasted pepper and tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich. If I’m actually physically sick, I usually crave things that are kind of bland and starchy like pastina/pastellina or polenta with a little butter on it.

I could talk about this all day so I'm just gonna shut up now. LOL

#walking down the glittertrail

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jinkicake · 5 years ago

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Let Me Take Care Of You

Bokuto, Kuroo, and Nishinoya with an innocent virgin s/o.

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

For anon~ Sorry if there are typos, I hurt my finger and haven’t been able to type as well or as fast as I normally do. I tried reading over it a couple of times but honestly, reading my work can make me nauseous. I haven’t been feeling the best lately, so hopefully this is okay~

S M U T T Y

WC- 1,417

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Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto seems to be very innocent himself, like volleyball is the only thing on his mind so I don’t think he focuses on much else

That being said, he is probably just as much as an innocent virgin as you are LOL

Like of course he gets sexual references and jokes because hello,,,,, porn exists but it would take him a few moments to get it

Bokuto seems like such an airhead so I feel like sexual jokes could go way over his head

He wouldn’t get the joke until ten minutes later so he’ll laugh super loud and be like ‘oooh’ even though it was three conversations ago...

Sometimes you would have to explain the joke to him,,,,

He likes to be very careful and is very thoughtful of his advancements with you just because, even though he is eager to play with you, he wants to do it right. Bokuto wants to please you in the best way possible and doesn’t want to dive into anything blindly

When Bokuto finds out you’re a virgin, he needs to take a step back, he would be soooo gentle with you and always take his time to make sure you feel good

He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable or to push your limits accidentally, he always asks to make sure it is okay with you first </3

Bokuto is just very loving and gentle, virgo thingz, so he will always be soft with you even if he is thinking about fucking you into next year

“I want to do something for you.” Bokuto tells you and you glance at him from the other side of the couch.

“You want to do something for me?” You ask and he nods, reaching his arms out to you so that you’ll crawl into his lap. You do, except when his hands grab your biceps to situate you, he puts you on his thigh instead of on his lap. “Koutarou?”

Bokuto slots his lips over yours and moves his hands down to your hips, his thumbs rub circles over your clothed body and soothe any nerves that are crawling to the surface.

“Let me make you feel good.” He whispers against your lips and you find yourself chasing his lips the moment he pulls away. It becomes very hot, fast. His lips crash into yours and he takes your bottom lip into his mouth, he slowly runs his tongue along the inside of your teeth and sucks on the flesh gently. You squeeze your thighs together around him and rut your hips into his thigh. The friction on your clit is so satisfying and Bokuto finally starts to do what he had originally planned. The hands on your hip move you along his thigh slowly, working a burning pleasure to build up inside of you. “How does it feel?”

“It feels so good,” You moan softly and brush your mouth against his, Bokuto gladly captures your lips once more and swallows every noise you have to make.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Before I begin I would like to acknowledge that Kuroo is horny all the time, next. I feel like I always have to say this as someone who is also horny all the time. hehe

I know I continue to write Kuroo as some freaky sex god even though we all know deep down he is a huge dork,,,, but truthfully he’s both! I know this Scorpio and he’s a nasty bitch~~

Therefore, he would tease you all. the. time.

Kuroo would purposely make sexual jokes just to see you blush and get all flustered

He’s one of those people who thinks it’s hot you're a virgin *clown emoji* like…

I just see him getting off on you being only his, like he gets to be all your firsts

And you’re probably his firsts too like,, come awn this dork is a virgin as well!

Maybe not his first kiss,,,, somehow that’s Kenma LMAO #bestfriendthings

If you ever decide to play him at his own game with dirty pick-up lines, Kuroo would LOVE it and he’d be so flirty with you, he’d just be so entertained. Imagine his eyes darkening and he has that smug smirk on his face, he’d think it's so cute that you’re trying to make him flustered,,,

It works, flirting with Kuroo works ever time and he does in fact become very flustered.

Your eyebrows furrow at the way your boyfriend stares at you, he’s been watching you closely for the past couple of minutes and you almost want to turn away. The popsicle in your hand is melting rather quickly and you try to work around it as you fast you can, licking up the sides of the frozen dessert to make sure none of the sticky liquid coats your fingers. Kuroo watches you with dark eyes and you want to glare at him because you already know what he is thinking about. You continue to ignore him and try to focus on your tasty treat, but when some of the liquid creeps onto your hand Kuroo is quick to grab your wrist.

“Kuroo.” You scold and move the popsicle to your other hand so you can bring it up to your mouth, Kuroo mimics your actions and brings your sticky fingers to his own mouth. His tongue peeks out past his lips and he licks from the bottom of your fingers all the way to the top. Not once does your boyfriend break eye contact with you as he takes your entire digit into his mouth, sucking on it deeply to clean it off. The dessert in your hand ends up on the floor as you continue to watch him and steam practically gushes out your ears when he moans around your fingers. When he finally removes your fingers from his lips he sends you a cheeky wink, his face already falling gracing his natural smirk.

“Ah, delicious babe. You got anything else?”

Nishinoya Yuu

Nishinoya would soooo milk your innocence, omg not in that way…

We aren’t there yet ;-)

Whenever someone says a dirty phrase or joke he would cover your ears and hold you close to his chest, shouting at them not to deflower his little petal

“Don’t say such gross things in front of a girl!” He’d defend and then turn to you with a big grin on his face “Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll protect you”

Nishinoya acts this way in front of you for the brownie points, just to be a ‘mature and cool’ guy. But we all know him and Tanaka go stupid during every practice

He’s either super fluffy with you or very dirty, there is no in-between

When he gets that look in his dark eyes, you know something is going on in his head. Just know that Nishinoya loves to spoil you.

And Nishinoya has no problem spoiling you

He most definitely calls you ‘princess’, next, hehehe

Baby boy can go from 0 to 100 real quick and I love that about him

“Tsukishima!” Your boyfriend yells as he tackles the first year who is just about a foot taller than him, Nishinoya goes on to scold him and say that he shouldn’t say whatever inappropriate thing he had. Especially since you’re in the gym!

“Noya senpai, you said even worse at practice yesterday-“ The blonde snickers, and Nishinoya pulls at his hair, gritting his teeth. You continue to talk with Kiyoko as you wait for your boyfriend to finish his rounds until the two of you can finally leave. Except, when you and Nishinoya eventually leave you’re not walking home just yet. Nishinoya takes you back to his empty classroom claiming that he ‘left his notebook’, but the second you close the door he is on top of you. His hands rest on either side of your head as he pins you against the classroom wall.

“Princess,” He starts and you suck in a breath as you stare at him, anxiously waiting for whatever he does next. “sorry I had to sneak you away, I just wanted to have you all to myself.” Nishinoya confesses and your heart beats louder in your chest. “You can understand right?”

You immediately nod to answer his question and continue to stare into his eyes, you notice a change. It’s almost like a glint flashes before his eyes darken and he tilts his head to stare down at you. “You’re all mine, always.”

It’s not as if he is asking you, more like confirming his own statement and you press yourself further into the wall when he leans his face closer to you.

“Let me remind you.”

#bokuto kotarou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #nishinoya yu x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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magpiie · 4 years ago

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Kidnapped by Baby Yoda pt. 3

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

hey guys pls lmk what you think and be honest!!! thank you so much for 80 notes holy fucking shit wowie

It's weird one day you're assisting teaching a class to a bunch of miscellaneous alien children on nevarro hating your life, and the next you're stuck on a ship with a mandalorian and his foundling who inexplicably decided he needed you to come.

“I'm going to talk to him today kid, believe me” you said to the lump of wool perched on your knee. Mando was out doing maker knows what, and you were left alone with the little guy like always. His big eyes gazed at you dubiously as if to say suuuuure. The amount of judgmental bitchy energy he could produce sometimes was astounding. “No really, i've been living here for what, uh 3 weeks maybe? And all we've really said to each other was the initial greeting and uh the exchange of names?” The last part trails off as you realize you don't even know his name. You said yours but he responded with telling you to call him Mando. So you didn't push it. You dont know alot about mandalorians considering they are almost extinct and their beliefs are often made to seem like folklore. But you do know that individualism and identity is not something particularly celebrated. So you decided to leave the amount of information he wants to share with you up to him out of respect. So far that's been none. “So, kid, how'd you break through his shell? He likes you?” the child just blinks unhelpfully. “I mean you never talk to him, but i've tried that and we saw how that went” literally radio silence from him. You don't particularly think of yourself as an extrovert who constantly needs interaction but you do need some. And currently you have the kid as a companion and if you didn't know any better you'd say Mando was a droid with how he acts. You also resolved that you needed to help out more. Basically you were a glorified babysitter and the idea that Mando was going to realize that he was better off without you on his ship as deadweight terrified you. You were a good cook, I guess you could say, but Mando always brought food back with him when he went out and then would hide in his room to eat in privacy. So that's not very helpful. The main thing that you could offer him was medical help. Back on Nevarro growing up you were the youngest of three older brothers. And considering your mother wasnt really in the picture, you had to take up the doctor role for the amount of fights three older boys could get into. You knew how to treat basically any external damage and how to sterilize and limit risk of infection. But how would you ever bring that up to mando if you guys didn't even greet each other in the mornings? Sometimes you would try to talk to him with something as simple as “good morning!” or “welcome back” or “night” or even just a simple “hey” sometimes he would bless you with a monosyllabic grunt but never anything more. But hey, you would take what you would get. After a week of this call and no response bullshit you kinda gave up and have spent the last two weeks in silence other than your episode this morning with the “good morning” fiasco. You feel your mortification settle back into your stomach at the fool you made of yourself. “Maker above, mando must hate me.” sometimes you wondered if he regretted asking you to come. But he doesn't really seem like the type of person to let you stay if you annoyed him. “Ok bug, here's the plan. What im gonna do is i will say hey when he comes back, sound good?” you look for confirmation from the creature and he gives you a slight tilt of his chin. Satisfied you continue, “and i will uhm say good night and good morning every day until he responds or tells me to shut up.” you finish with a huff of breath. This will either end with you finally finally getting to have real human interaction or left on some random ass planet god knows where.

Mando makes his way back to ship feeling the pebbles crunch beneath the heavy sole of his boot. This planet was a desert planet much like nevarro, he wondered if you missed home. Mean no shit she's probably homesick dumbass he thinks its not like he was doing anything to make the ship feel welcoming. Like talking to you. But you made the ship feel like a home for the kid and that's more than he could ever want. You probably didn't realize how much what you were doing meant to him. You made the kid happy, you were giving him something that mando never could, a mother figure. Mando tried his hardest to be what he thought was a father for the kid but it was hard. He had to go and work and it wasn't safe to bring a kid so he was often swept around to different planets and left for hours by himself waiting for mando to come back and it was hard on mando. But you, now you were there. And the kid was always safe with you. He should probably teach you some self defense he thought considering how dangerous being associated with him was especially considering you needed to protect the child. But honestly, mando had no idea if you knew how to protect yourself, you might, space is a dangerous world. He only knew that you were a teacher but that was it. Slightly alarming that he implicitly trusted you without any prior knowledge of you or your credentials. You could be a bounty hunter assigned to kill him for all he knew, or to steal the kid, but you probably would have done that by now. Mando didn't know what made you trustworthy to him. You just were. And that terrified him.

You're sitting in the cockpit with the child pretending to fly the ship as he gurgles happily in your lap. you giggle at the little guy and make finger guns and pretend to shoot an imaginary monster outside the window, “i'm the most fearsome bounty hunter in the guild,” the child lets out a particularly loud noise at that, “uhhh yes i am dont laugh at me, i am feared far and wide across the galaxy,” you tickle his sides with that one. youre so into playing with the kid you don't realize mando was back and is staring at you from the entryway to the cockpit. “You think i could take on your daddy, bug? You think it'd beat him in a shootout? Huh?” you say with your fingers poised and ready at the window.

“Not a chance,” says a deep voice that vibrates into the floor. You let out an embarrassing startled shriek and feel your heart do twenty somersaults and settle in your feet. The child screams at the interruption and immediately wiggles out of your grasp and waddles to Mando giddily.

“I-i i was uh joking, really i was,” you stutter out cringing at the incredulous tone your voice comes out as. Remembering your resolve to talk to him you continue on even though you feel like you might throw up your breakfast from nerves. “He misses you during the day,” gesturing to the child, “so i pretend to be you” you finish realizing that sounds super fucking creepy, “well not like- you- like- you, but i pretend to like uh pilot the ship and uh shoot um things?” you ramble lamely. A huff sounds from the mandalorian and if you allowed yourself to think wishfully it was laughter.

“Doesn't surprise me. Before you he came everywhere with me.” you feel your eyebrows raise. Everywhere? Shit.

“Must've been difficult to complete jobs and have to keep track of him,” you say nodding your head towards the little lump of brown wool. Mando offers you an affirmative grunt before setting the child down and turning on his heel towards the fresher. So that was an improvement, you think. Got ten whole words out of him. You feel a grin split your face. Hopefully this means you are past the dancing around each other relationship. And maker above, his voice, wow. If only you could wake up to that every morning. Deep and melodic. You wonder how deep and gravelly it sounds in the mornings. Or how your name would sound tumbling off his lips in pleasure. Nope. not going down that path. That is NOT platonic thoughts. You literally had your first conversation with him since the first day you met him and you're already thinking about that? Seriously pull yourself together. You don't even know what he looks like, or how old he is. Like what if he's like 70. And really ugly. What if your having sex dreams about someone like your grandpa. Ew. Your face contorts at the thought of Mando looking like your grandpa. Okay gross stop. You need to get to know him. Have civil conversations. Push down the gross thoughts. Even if his voice sounds like honey. And home.

You're sitting in the chair behind the pilot seat reading a random book Mando left out on the scattered floor. Its some type of mechanical manual so its truly riveting. Note the sarcasm. The child's asleep, and seeing as though mando is cooped up in his room this book is better than twiddling your thumbs mindlessly. You decided that if you were going to stay on mandos ship you should at least try to pick up some mechanic skills. Better than the rudimentary at best you had at the present moment. You knew how to fix blatant errors in engines and how to reconnect wires if the instructions were explained thoroughly and very slowly. Okay maybe you didn't really know anything past engines. But that was better than nothing? Kinda? You sigh closing the book after rereading the same sentences about pre-imperial versus post-imperial hyperdrives. Maker what was the difference? The both made the ship go super fast or something? Was that the hyperdrive? You shook your head feeling the thought start to culminate into a downward spiral of what a hyperdrive truly was. You looked around the cluttered hull and decided that you should probably occupy yourself by cleaning up the mess. Mando might appreciate it, it'll also make you less of a deadweight on the ship. It was crazy how much shit one man and his child could accumulate on one tiny ship. You don't think you had ever seen this many small metal bowls in one place. The stack currently in the corner probably contained about 12. In what universe would 2 creatures ever need the same bowls 12 times. Well you guess now it's three. The thought filled your chest with a balloon of warmth only to be popped by the realization that you weren't part of the little family mando and the child were. At best you were a business associate. The kids stand in caregiver. Babysitter.

The realization that you didn't have anyone to call family at your disposal fell heavy on your shoulders. Sinking you into the corner of the hull. You dont think youve ever felt more alone. In the cold corner of the hull with a hand pressed to your chest in an attempt to quell your ragged breaths. Like a small raft cast into the oceanic expanse of space. If you drowned, who would notice? Certainly not your family, they were maker knows where, probably light years away. You didn't even know what sector you were in anymore. What would your father think of your decision to leave nevarro? You hadn't seen him in a while but you remembered the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. And how he would hug you after a long day. Hold you like you were still his little girl. The craving for a warm embrace from a solid body slammed into you with all the force of a meteor. Leaving you stunned and lost. You briefly wondered how mando coped. How did he deal with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness? How did he leave his guild? Did he miss them? Were they like a family? Did he think about them often? How did he cope with the lack of touch? Or did he not think about it at all? Did he not need it? Was he so disconnected from the world through his beskar that he couldn't remember the feeling of someone's fingers on his skin? Etching a path with the searing heat they exuded. Hearing approaching footsteps you attempt to pull yourself together. Regulate your breathing, get rid of tear tracks and lose the flush coloring your face. You could do this. As he rounded the corner he stopped. You peered up at him from your curled up position on the floor and offered him a smile that felt unconvincing even on your lips. He tilted his head slightly at you and made his way cautiously to where you were. He bent slightly and offered a brown leather clad hand to you. For a second the only sound heard was the faint crackle of his breathing in his helmet. You could see him faltering. Here he was offering you comfort in your clearly distressed state and you were pointedly ignoring it. You laced your fingers with his and nearly doubled over from the strength he exuded into pulling you up. As soon as you were fairly steady on your feet you marveled at your hand shocked by the warmth creeping through the leather of the glove permeating into your palm. He sighed, a deep release of tension from his shoulders followed. “What's wrong?” he said, his hand still lazily grasping your fingers. You looked at him, what was wrong?

“How do you do it?” you said echoing his words from your first meeting to him. his thumb dragged a slow line along your wrist. When he didn't respond you added, “how are you okay with being alone?” if you could see his face you would say he looked taken aback. He released your hand.

“I'm not.” he offered. Confused as to which question he was answering you remained silent hoping to prompt him to continue. He started again, “I'm not alone, not truly. I have him.” he gestured vaguely to his sleeping quarters where the kid slept. He rubbed the back of his neck,

“And neither are you.”

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msgrumpygills · 3 years ago

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Social Media Anon Here!

Firstly, never change Grumpy ;) you are probably the only person on Tumblr to LISTEN to another view and let it change a prejudice.

Secondly, the Padagram/Social Media change bus continues. Don't be fooled people will be looking at positive and negative reactions to that change on social media.

So here goes!

1. They are starting to market season 2 of Walker in Hiatus. That really doesn't happen. That means they know they need to target new viewers. They are acknowledging they have a problem. The main problem is Jared either didn't learn enough about production quality on SPN (Jensen/Misha were both more interested in behind the camera's) or that he thought he could stick a Stetson on and we all had such sh1t for brains we'd watch anything. So they need a viewer boost DESPARATELY and are going all out to (a) persuade Walkers remaining viewer(s) that it's worth sticking around and (b) get back old viewers or convert 1m+ viewers to season 2. So now we see all the cast (and Keegan has more followers than Jared and Lindsay has a VERY engaged following) trying to persuade their followers how fabulous Walker is. Expect this scrabbling to continue if they want their COVID paychecks.

2. Connected to 1, Jared has started trying to break out of the fandom bubble. I don't think he's trying for power couple (the clue in a power couple is that two FAMOUS people get together and create a super brand, here we have one niche C famous guy and a hanger on wife), I think we are in Jared profile raising and trying to raise his recognition score, which is probably a little low having half assed it in the last year and a half. He's doing it by scatter-gunning so I'm not sure it's going to stick.

3. Connected to 2,

(i) if I run my algorithm clean laptop with a "Jared Padalecki" news search, I get (a) a daily mail article on Jared "clarifying the rift" (b) a "hello" magazine saying he's been "inundated with support after death of "family member"" (c) the new york times article on Walker and Supernatural. It then goes into a variety of articles about Jared raising money for Holly's family (fucking atrocious in my view to use her death for publicity) and a series of derivative articles on his mantrum and later explanation. ONLY THE NEW YORK TIMES ARTICLE MENTIONS WALKER other than as a throw away, all of the others link to Supernatural only. Walker isn't on the main radar of anyone as a show. It's not mainstream enough to mention. it has ZERO buzz.

(ii) if I run the same search on my compromised tablet, I get a SEA of fluff articles "jared padalecki goes to venice", "jared padalecki's wife wishes him a happy birthday" "jared padalecki goes to watch soccer" "jared padalecki goes to the wrestling". I'm expecting "Jared Padalecki defecates regularly" tomorrow.

At the end of that I get the same articles as in (i) but the majority of his publicity is still going through the fandom and the, not very viewed, endless zine type websites that update on every episode of every geek show every day.

So we are seeing, and I expect it to continue, a break out Padalecki, (who knows he and his forehead may wish to have a final crack at films), and a fluff Padalecki, trying to stay relevant a year after SPN relevance ended, because he hasn't got the same push for season 2 of Walker as he had for season 1 and Walker has zero presence. No one, not even the fans are talking about Walker.

Will it work? I don't think so. Keegan has 7m followers on Insta and that's because he's a photographer and writer and it's interesting. I would follow his account (I don't), but certainly it isn't a Walker instagram.

Jared is a clever guy, but he's boring on social media. He has a limited appeal. He does family snaps, hunk snaps, flogs orange pee and flogs his show. He says "family" and "mantra" a lot but that's really it. The clue is, if you didn't know who he was and came across his instagram you wouldn't follow him. Why would you? For a video of a guy running up steps? A smug picture of two middle aged men trying to flog you something?... (oh and lots of "brother" comments on Keegan's social media, which is irritating. It's like he thinks that is his repeatable formula and it isn't).

His media approach won't work because advertising and exposure pushes a product. In TV's case, it's not a one off product and there is a lot of competition. Product Jared needs to be more interesting (his mantrum's are the only exciting thing about him - and that is tragic) and his TV show just needs to be BETTER, well, a LOT BETTER.

Soooo, expect the Padapush to continue, but it's not about a couple, it's about individual marketing and for Jared breaking out of SPN bubble. For Gen, it's her tag along profile that she'll never break out of. She'll have to be satisfied with her superpower of being able to persuade people to buy toothbrush's and dog food (if she can).

Expect though the couple's bit to die off a little. Jared is getting over exposed. His engagement rating is plummeting (nearly 3% is a plummet) because of the repetitive photo content. He'll have to back off or people will switch off (I have already). What makes me laugh is.... from the dawn of time when cavemen took their wives 2 miles away for a new cave weekend.... NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN INTERESTED IN SOMEONE ELSE'S HOLIDAY SNAPS.... Gen and Jared apparently need to learn that lesson...

I might stop these posts now because, well, it's gotta be a bit boring for you and I write LONG. :)

Stay safe and wear your masks ;) xxx

I don’t want you to ever ever change, lovely! Also, I’m NEVER bored by your messages! You put so much effort into the research you do and the messages you send and it’s appreciated! <3

I started following Lindsey on IG because she seems pretty genuine, and her cat is way too cute! Plus, I like her attitude. I haven’t followed her for the whole Walker season, but even she doesn’t post a lot about it. She posts interviews and then posts about that night’s episode, but other than that, nothing. Can’t speak for Keegan, but how are fans and non-fans supposed to be excited about a show when the people STARRING in the show can’t be bothered? Maybe they’re all aware of how shitty it is or maybe they’re lazy, but it doesn’t make sense.

I’m always interested to see the difference in an “algorithm-free” setting and one that has an algorithm. I always figured Google was the same for everyone, but seeing the difference in articles you’ve outlined is insane. It really just goes to show that Jared isn’t the star that his stans think he is. He’s not as important as they think he is, he’s just an actor. It’s even more jarring to see just how little Walker is talked about at all. All of my devices probably have been “contaminated” when it comes to algorithm so I can’t really speak personally about the public and fans talking about Walker or not talking about it. I can say that on the posts about Walker from the Supernatural Facebook page, a good chunk of the comments are people saying they stopped watching, never got into it, or thought it was trash. There are only a handful of comments talking about how they enjoy the show.

I think it was disgusting for him to use a fan’s passing for publicity. And no, I don’t think it was anything other than a PR stunt. Her family had a GFM going that was promoted by plenty of the case INCLUDING GEN, so you know he knew about it. But for him to make his own special one and then have articles posted everywhere about how charitable he is? That’s gross PR bullshit and I hope it backfires.

I still follow a few Supernatural fans, Jared fans, Jensen fans, etc. on Tumblr and even they aren’t mentioning it. I think maybe the hardcore Jared stans post gifsets or whatever, but I don’t see much praise for the show itself, just Jared’s looks. Even the fans aren’t biting and that would make me reevaluate everything if I was Jared.

I'm expecting "Jared Padalecki defecates regularly" tomorrow. This made me laugh way too hard!

who knows he and his forehead may wish to have a final crack at films You are on a ROLL! Maybe I’ve become biased, but I can’t see Jared doing films. I mean, I could see him doing like a side character role or something small, but I can’t see him having a big part of a movie. Like I said, maybe that’s me being biased but I see him staying in TV. I could be proven wrong, but I don’t know.

I agree about Jared being boring on SM. I used to get some giggles from his Twitter posts and even some of his early IG posts because they were goofy, clever, and candid. It showed his humor and was more personable. Now it’s just all fake and comes off as someone whose only motivation to engage with fans is money and that’s a big turn off.

For me personally, I think that if instead of the “couple goals” bullshit that they try to push for their lavish trips, if they just posted cool pictures they took of different locations, activities, food or whatever, that would be more palatable than all the “Look at my hubster and I! We’re in Italy! Look at how in love we are!” But maybe that’s because I’ve become a bit of a photography nerd?

I guess time will tell whether or not Jared will make positive changes and if Walker can be saved, but I’m not really optimistic about it.

I AM optimistic about your takes on things so keep them coming! Long posts or not, I love them! <3

#grumpy answers #social media anon #anti jared padalecki #anti walker

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samwrights · 5 years ago

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First Year Daddies (+ Kyoutani!)

I’m trying to spread out my requests—I have a whole bunch of Kuroo ones that I swear he is my most requested person. So let’s take a break from our beloved rooster and get some daddies up in this! That being said, this will kinda be a part 2 to Karasuno as dads, with the addition of our beloved Mad Dog. @dreamyjaems you know what’s up.

Kageyama;

Alright, let’s redeem Kags cause I did him dirty last time.

It took him sometime to get used to being a parent, but when he finally got it down, he loved every second of it.

Your daughter, now five years old, loves daddy just as much as he loves her.

Now that you’d gone back to work and the two of you had some semblance of a schedule, Kageyama was 100% in charge of childcare while you worked in the morning.

Lucky break for the two of you that Kags didn’t start practice until the afternoon, giving him time to take your little girl to kindergarten with you picking her up.

It was the same routine every morning—mommy goes to work and daddy makes pancakes while putting on Disney movies.

Always a short stack and he made sure to cut it up just the way his little girl liked it—into 16 pieces. Yes, 16. No more, no less.

Your daughter was a lucky little bugger, getting her fathers thick, silky hair. By this age, it’s incredibly long and Kags always brushes it and does it nicely before taking her to school, then off to work he goes.

His locksreen is definitely a picture of him and his daughter. It gets him through the day.

After picking up your child from school, you help her with homework since Kags won’t be home until later.

Sometimes, it really shocks you just how lucky the two of you got for having such a well behaved kid—super low maintenance, doesn’t really cause trouble. That is, until she starts missing her dad.

Yes, she is a hardcore daddy’s girl 💀

Usually, it’s around dinner time that she gets fussy because Kageyama will be waking through the door any minute and that minute canNOT pass soon enough. She’s more like you than you think.

“Hi sweetie,” you call out while you know for a fact he’s scooping up his little bean in his arms before coming to give you a kiss. Routine was nice that way.

The three of you go about your evening as per usual—having dinner together, you giving your little one a bath and Kageyama reading her to bed so that the two of you can cuddle up on the couch before turning in for the evening.

After he finishes reading, he joins you for your quiet time, seeing that you’re watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine. “I wanted to talk to you about...something.” He says stiffly. You quirk a brow at him after hitting pause, patiently waiting for him to continue. “How...how would you feel about having another one?”

“Another glass of wine? Hell yeah.”

“[name], no. Another kid.” Oh. Well, this is a shocking turn of events. Kageyama, the barely legal adult that initially had no idea whether or not was ready to be a father, wanted another child.

“Are you sure, Tobio?” Was all you responded with.

“Obviously, since I’m asking you,” there’s a twinge in his voice that you aren’t sure you’ve heard before. Not quite begging, per se. perhaps imploring was a better word for it? “I love our family and I just want it to keep growing.”

This was such a far cry from the man that Kageyama Tobio was six years ago when you first found out you were pregnant, and you would be lying if you said that his admission didn’t turn you on in the slightest.

“Well we’ve got some work to do then, buddy.”

Hinata;

Hinata Shoyo finally got his wish. With his son, now 10, and daughter, now 8, your youngest daughter was nearing her terrible twos.

There was nothing more in the world that your newest baby loved more than daddy.

It was actually kind of irritating, actually, because if Shoyo wasn’t home, she would cry and throw temper tantrums until your husband walked through the door.

Shit, it even irritated your other two kids who, in order to avoid it all, would usually be at their friend’s houses doing homework and hanging out until they knew their dad would be home.

If only you were able to do the same.

The second that Sho walked through the door, every sound in the Hinata household ceases, as if your toddler wasn’t just screaming her lungs out moments ago.

“Hi, princess! Did you miss daddy today? I know I missed you a whole bunch!”

On god, he is such a good dad it hurts. He’s gotten even better since the addition of the youngest.

“Hi sweetheart,” you greet with a quick peck onto his lips. His daughter, and yes very specifically the almost two-year-old is his daughter, grunts in discomfort despite being held by dad. She doesn’t like the fact that you took dad’s attention away for a second. “Oh, quiet you.” You grumble at her.

“[name]! Be nice to angel!” You roll your eyes at him instead. As if you haven’t raised your last two kids, who were now walking in the door. “Come on, pumpkin, let’s go get some food in our bellies!”

Hinata places her in her high chair, obnoxiously making little airplane noises as he feeds her. Spoiled little brat.

“Mom,” your son starts cautiously, looking back and forth between his father and baby sister. “Was dad always like this?” He asks, referring to the overly enthusiastic train noises your husband was making.

“No, honey.”

“Okay, just making sure he hasn’t been a dork our entire lives.”

“Oh, that? Yeah.”

Tsukishima;

It needs to be reiterated, you felt, that Tsukki is an amazing father.

Your oldest and Kei’s step-daughter, now 12, and your youngest daughter, now 7, would vehemently agree.

They never did actually grow out of the habit of calling him Tsukki, as opposed to dad. Though when speaking to other people, they both referred to him as their father.

It was quite endearing, actually. Your family was happy with the way things were, even if they were slightly unconventional.

Sunday mornings were family days—an adamant rule in the Tsukishima household. Kei would be in charge of making breakfast while you and the girls blasted some upbeat music while tidying up your rooms.

While Kei does not find Kesha and Lizzo to be “the classics” as you so put it while you cleaned, he did find it amusing to see all three Tsukishima women dancing and singing while cleaning.

Lowkey, it warmed his heart to know these were the three women of his life.

Kei is still the same protective dad he was even before having his own child—it only got worse when your oldest started showing an interest in the opposite gender.

Ya know how he wasn’t afraid to fight a toddler for his little girl? He’s definitely not afraid to fight some middle school punk.

Especially when your oldest comes home bawling her eyes out because she had decided to confess to the boy she liked and he had said he didn’t return feelings.

No matter how much you tried to console her, nothing you said seemed to work. It was dad’s turn.

Tsukki sits her down, his face as serious as ever, before adjusting his glasses to look at his step-daughter clearly. “Don’t tell mom that I said this, but boys ain’t shit.” 💀💀💀

“Ooooh, Tsukki said a bad word.” She joked in between her now calming tears.

“It’s true, though. Now come on, chin up. Princesses can’t have their heads down, their crowns will fall off.”

Yamaguchi;

Despite the years of torture and struggle that was raising your twin hellions, Tadashi was kind of feeling a little empty now that the boys had grown into being more independent.

They were now seven-years-old, in sports, getting good grades—it’s like they were replaced with a different set of twins.

However, this also grants Tadashi the chance to actually step in and be a father, rather than letting those two run him ragged all day.

I see Yamaguchi being a slightly more strict parent, but loving nonetheless. Because the twins have always sort have been troublemakers, he’s strict on making sure the boys are home in time for dinner and that their schoolwork is done.

If they aren’t 💀💀💀

Honestly, your guys’ life though is just all around peaceful and a small part of you is longing for chaos.

So before the two of you head to sleep for the evening, your both just chilling in bed, maybe reading a book. Ya know, like 90s sitcom style.

“Hey Tadashi, can I ask you something?” That was never a good sign in his book, but he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to proceed. “How would you feel if we had another kid?”

“Wait, are you pregnant?” You certainly didn’t miss the panic that filled his eyes. Oh. There’s your answer.

“No...I just...kinda miss holding a baby, ya know? Our boys are seven now, they don’t want mom anywhere near them and they think my hugs and kisses are gross.”

Ngl, it kinda hurts him to hear that because he knows it hurts you. All he wants to do his make you feel better.

“I mean, I’m not opposed I’m just—“

“Scared the next one is gonna turn out the same way?” He laughs at the fact that you know him so well. “Don’t get me wrong, I am too. But in the end, we raised them so well. I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about.”

Kyoutani;

The two of you never ceased to surprise anyone.

At first, it started with the two of you dating in your third years of high school, all the way through college (which, it shocked some that he in enrolled in university at all), to bringing your three-year-old son to the class of 2014 reunion.

Where did people even begin? The fact that you two had been dating for ten years or the fact that the two of you were parents?

It bothered you when people made assumptions about Kentarou.

Yes, he was cold and brash and a complete pain in your ass, but he was a damn good life partner and father.

Kyoutani wasn’t satisfied with anything if he wasn’t giving it his all—that includes his relationship with you and your guys’ son.

While he isn’t necessarily the most affectionate person, he always made sure his little family had everything they needed.

Yahaba is the first one to approach the three of you, surprised to see Kentarou holding his little one. “Holy shit, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Language.” Your boyfriend bites out. A small laugh escapes your lips as you pat him on the back in reassurance as you give Yahaba a hug.

“Nice to see you too, Shigeru.” The former setter looks between the two of you, then looks at your son.

“It’s so scary to see your mini-me with his eyes.”

“Don’t be rude.” You chide him calmly, while Kyoutani feels his blood boil slightly. That sounded like an insult to him. Wordlessly, he hands over your son before squaring up with his former teammate. “Honey, please don’t start a fight.”

You were one of the few people to calm him down; a given considering your decade together.

Backing down, Kentarou retreats to your side, securing an arm around his waist and placing a chaste kiss in his sons hair. Knowing his mannerisms, you knew that was an apology to his child for losing his cool for a minute.

“Holy shit.” Yahaba repeats, stunned by the display of affection

“Language!” Your boyfriend snarls again through clenched teeth, making you laugh again. The three of you were far from perfect, but you had everything you needed.

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cockasinthebird · 4 years ago

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ahhh grats on the milestone!! also holy shit youve got 500 prompts stored away somewhere??? im gonna go with my favourite number combo..... 317 👀 im super excited to see what you come up with!! 💖 -bbsitterpng

@babysitterpng Thank you so much!!! And yes, 500 goddamn prompts, all carefully curated, only the best for my beloved mutuals and followers!!

I got SO ELATED when I saw that you sent me a mystery prompt request!!!! ❤️💕 I would have finished it yesterday, but I got uhhh distracted 😏😏😏

317. “I think you’ll be happy to know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again and again and again; I knew exactly what I wanted to write for this immediately, and while I worry the exposition seems too rushed, I am very satisfied with the rest, all near 4k words!

So please, enjoy~

Today has been a long day that started when the sun had barely found its place in the sky.

Neil was beating at his bedroom door, asking why it’s locked, threatening to kick it down, demanding that Billy get up right now to mow the lawn, just to complain about what a shitty job he did after, shouting about how he has to do everything himself.

Billy would beat his pillows, lift weights till his muscles hurt, and smoke like a chimney, all to alleviate stress in one way or another.

At 12 Max was leaving to go play DnD with her little loser friends, ready to skate her way over there, but Billy needed to get out of the house, have a valid excuse, and it doesn’t get better than “watching out for his little sister.”

They’re on good terms now, after they had gotten in an intense fight and she screamed at him to just leave her and her friends alone, and after not spending every waking hour hating and antagonizing her, she’s not as annoying anymore, and Billy thinks that perhaps his anger was the issue here, not her being a little shit.

That realisation helped him a lot in general. It’s around that time he “apologised” to Harrington the best he could, but when Steve was nice and understanding of his issues, it only made him angry again. Billy doesn’t believe he deserves to be forgiven so easily, no, Harrington should have hit him, defended himself, gotten pissed and told Billy to fuck off.

Instead they wound up at Benny’s diner, sharing a giant plate of fries and a milkshake each.

“My treat,” Steve insisted.

And that’s when old issues resurfaced; the same exact issues that meant they had to leave California. The same exact issues that brought Billy’s wrath upon this pretty boy. The same exact issues that led one thing to another, and now Billy knows the route from his house to the Harrington Mansion like the back of his hand; could drive it with his eyes closed now.

But he doesn’t want to seem needy or clingy. Doesn’t want to be what he is - the way he is.

So after dropping Max off at the Wheeler’s house, the fiery redhead even going as far as to offer him a bit of a smile, he didn’t go home. Didn’t drive to Steve’s house either no matter how much he wanted to.

Don’t be needy, don’t be clingy. You’ll see him later.

So for four hours he drove around town, smoked by the quarry, got admired at a gas station when he refilled, passed Steve’s street far too many times, went to the empty pool that’s closed for the year and sat with his feet over the edge and smoked some more, restlessly kicking the tiling. Over the course of this time he checked his watch at least a billion times.

When it was finally 4pm, he drove to pick up his sister and El - the gang having managed to convince both Steve and Billy to take them to the movies to watch the last screening of The Neverending Story, which doesn’t exactly sound like something he wants to watch, but knowing Steve will be there, he agreed all too readily.

And as he pulls back up to the Wheeler’s again, he sees the brown BMW, Steve leaning against the door as he waits for the boys to pile into his car. Billy’s heart is beating like a painful drum in his aching chest, and when Steve sees him sitting and waiting for the girls, he smiles at him and waves.

Billy is as always astounded and breathless by the way Steve smiles, the way Steve looks at him now, like he’s happy to see him. He can’t smile back, he wants to, but his face feels dull and incapacitated. He wants to just kick open his car door, stomp up to Steve and fucking kiss him. Instead he simply waves back.

Then Max breaks the trance as she pulls open the door and crawls in to sit in the back with El.

“What the hell took you guys so long, I’m starving,” Billy complains as he looks over his shoulder at them.

Max is smart and doesn’t answer, and Billy is smart and doesn’t ask again. No he remains quiet as they follow the beemer, Max and El laughing loud and joyous behind him like girls their age do, talking about shit he doesn’t care for, just focuses on the car in front as they drive to Benny’s diner for early dinner before going to wolf down popcorn at the cinema.

The gang is eager and excited, like kids should be, running to the diner as they talk all too frantically about whatever it is kids talk about, Billy is really not paying attention, when Steve is right there.

“Find a booth where we can all sit!” Steve shouts after them, and Billy’s not sure if they heard him at all. “Hey Hargrove, got a smoke?” his voice kinder and friendly, too friendly, as he addresses Billy.

Steve leans against the hood of the camaro, smiling all too wide. He’s dressed in high waisted jeans and a red crop top that shows just enough of a midriff for it to be too much for Billy.

He takes up a spot next to Steve, just far away enough for it to not be suspicious, but absolutely too far away for it to not be enough, yet even from here he can smell the floral soap and honey shampoo. Can’t help but think of how soft Steve’s skin is, how silky his hair is, all newly washed and clean of him. Wonders if the purple hickeys are still visible across his chest, up his thighs.

Even though Steve is trying his best to meet Billy’s gaze, he refuses to look at him just in case it would be too obvious what he’s thinking about, as he unwraps a fresh pack of Marlboro and offers one up.

When Billy ignites his lighter and reaches forth, Steve touches his hand, holds it steady as he leans in to bring his cigarette to the flame. There’s a burning sensation where his pale, soft hand connects them, and when Steve dares rub Billy’s wrist with his fingers, there’s a pain shooting through his heart, a sharp wanting for more. No, a need for more. He’s caught staring at those pretty, pink lips when Steve pulls away and exhales a cloud.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with a wry smile, clearly aware.

“You know damn well ‘what’s wrong’,” Billy snaps a bit harsher than intended as he continues to force himself to look away.

Thankfully Steve takes it well and huffs a laugh filled with smoke.

They end up in silence after that; the comfortable kind that comes from being at peace together, easy and relaxed and pleasant, one where they don’t need words because there’s no longer any doubt between them. Perhaps that’s what love is, as cheesy and gross as that may be, Billy ponders. To be able to just exist together without it being awkward or stilted. Perhaps he’s fallen a bit in love with his ex-rival. Or perhaps he’s just in love with how he feels when he’s with Steve, both physical and not.

It isn’t till Steve finishes his cigarette, drops it on the asphalt and stomps it out, that he speaks,

“Oh, I almost forgot, I wanted to tell you something.” He’s smiling like the cat that got the cream, licking his lips a bit too slowly as he goes to whisper in Billy’s ear, “I think you’ll be happy to know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Billy’s heart skips several beats at that, before then going too fast - rapidly pumping blood through him, and there’s a certain rush of it going straight to his dick. He stares too long into those deep, dark eyes, mischievous and satisfied with the response as Billy short circuits.

“What?”

Steve shrugs and tips his head to the side a bit, acting all innocent and oblivious, lips drawn tight in a smile that goes from ear to ear. He opens his mouth and takes a long inhale, insinuating that he’s about to say something, then simply turns around, hands in his pockets as he walks towards the diner.

Leaving Billy behind, baffled, astonished, dumbfounded.

The next two hours feels like days.

They sit in the diner, Billy and Steve across from one another.

The kids are still as energetic as before, their voices a jumble of words and phrases and retellings of DnD from today’s session. Steve chews on his straw as he tries to follow along with whatever they’re talking about, laughing when they laugh, nodding on occasions. Whenever he looks over at Billy, blue eyes flee to stare out the window instead, finding great interest in the pattern of how one street light flickers.

Before the movie starts, they go to let out water by the urinals of the cinema, Billy standing right next to Steve, having hoped to catch a glimpse, see if he’s telling the truth, the urge near irresistible to just take a quick look, but the other men around them might not take too kindly to something like that.

And during the movie they sit together at the end of the row.

Steve, Billy, Max, El, Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas.

He didn’t care for the movie before, only going along as a sign of friendliness and to have an excuse to not be home, but now. Now he’s almost hating having to sit here, next to Steve, shoulders nearly touching, shoes pressed together on the dark floor, only an armrest between them.

For the first twenty arduous minutes, Steve doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything, showing no sign of registering how near they are, just watches the movie in silence with a smile, while Billy is sat next to him, burning up despite his shirt being unbuttoned as always, mind racing with thoughts and images of Steve Steve Steve.

So distracted by all of that, that he nearly jumps when Steve touches his hand. Same softness and tenderness from earlier on the parking lot, the way Steve always touches him with just a hint of hesitance when they’re not completely alone.

But the cinema is dark, the kids are entranced, and there’s barely a handful of people besides them, so maybe it’s safe enough.

Billy raises his fingers into the touch, thinking that Steve wants to hold hands, intertwine them, any of that stupid romantic shit that he loves and Billy pretends to only barely tolerate, but the touch moves past that, a feather across the back of his hand, up to gently and carefully grab him by the wrist.

At that, Billy finally looks down, keeps facing the big screen but pays acute attention to what Steve is doing, where he’s leading his hand, placing it on his knee, Billy’s fingers in between spread legs. He continues to guide the hand further up, towards the heat of where his thighs meet, effectively sending Billy’s heart rate sky high.

When he finally turns his head, he finds Steve staring right back, a small and restrained smile, and in that moment, Billy feels like he can read Steve’s thoughts, knows exactly what’s on his mind, never doubts it for a second, and is proved right when Steve stands up and climbs over the seat to walk along the empty row behind them.

Billy whips around to Max, and hisses out, “We’re going for a smoke, don’t fucking go anywhere.”

“Yeah yeah,” she groans all indifferent and waves him away, eyes big and caught in the movie.

The bathroom at the Hawk is as clean as it ever gets, and perhaps not too shockingly, empty. Movies are running and people are seated.

Steve stands looking at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair, not that it looks any different to Billy now than before.

He takes heavy steps towards the brunette, announcing himself and catches Steve’s eyes in the mirror, watching as Billy approaches and steps behind him. Billy leans in to run his nose up Steve’s neck, inhaling deeply and humming out pleasantly, blinking slowly as he keeps pressing his face into the crook there, not quite kissing yet.

Eyes dart back to the mirror where heavenly blue meets chocolate brown, a feverish intensity there as Steve stares back. Gently, but with no hesitation, Billy snakes his arms around Steve’s waist, past the belt and up to touch where skin shows between jeans and the top.

When there’s no ‘stop’, he keeps going, curls his fingers around the red fabric and lifts up, exposing Steve’s chest to the both of them in the mirror. Bitten and marked, purple and red, Billy eyes his masterwork with an appreciative gaze, and with one hand keeping the shirt away, he moves the other up to graze his fingers across each little bruise his lips left just two days ago.

Steve hums a bit, erotic and turned on, and if more were to happen now, it wouldn’t be the first time they’d found their way together in public. And perhaps that thought strikes Steve just as it does Billy, for he pushes back into him, rubbing his soft ass against where he finds a slight bulge already.

“Fuck, Stevie…” Billy huffs and breathes against Steve’s neck, eyes closed as he relishes in the slow friction, kissing sloppy and half-minded against pale skin. “You really wanna do this here? Where the kids could just walk in any moment?”

“I would have maybe pushed you into a stall first,” Steve laughs, a slight stutter to it. “But I was thinking your car? The movie is like two hours, we could find an alley, park there, let me ride your cock?”

A growl escapes by the enchantment of those words, and Billy bites into Steve’s neck, earning him an illicit little hiss and smirk.

“How am I supposed to say no when you put it like that?”

Neither of them feel particularly bad for just abandoning the gang like that, but they’ll be quick, hidden in this alleyway, not too far away from the theatre, a bit of fun while the others gawk and gape at the magic of movies.

But it’s hard to be remorseful, when Steve is moaning like this, Billy two fingers deep in him in the driver's seat of the camaro.

Steve didn't lie about going commando today; told Billy, “When I found out you were tagging along, I hoped I’d get to have you alone like this.”

It took Steve less than two seconds to start getting undressed when Billy turned off the engine, whereafter he crawled right onto his lap, hard and bottomless, knees over Billy’s shoulders, feet locked behind the headrest, back against the steering wheel.

“Ah-h, mmh, fuck, Billy-” he whines, hands placed firm on Billy’s legs for support as he lifts and angles his ass to allow Billy access with lubed up fingers.

His other hand squeezes Steve’s leaking prick, using the precum to slick up the flesh, keeping him hard and crying like that. His own lonesome cock aches where it lies full against his stomach; the button down having been opened completely to avoid staining it, and giving Steve something to admire.

“Billy, please, just- oh- just fuck me already!” Steve’s voice pitched high with lust and impatience, brows drawn together, his arms shaking underneath his own weight.

“Just don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” Billy purrs.

He watches with great interest as he pumps two fingers in and out of Steve’s wet hole, making a scissoring motion to stretch him properly.

“Mmh, we don’t exactly have time for that, and I need you so bad,” Steve says with the sweetest, most alluring tone he can.

And God if that doesn’t go straight to Billy’s twitching dick.

“You sure?” He wants to double check anyways.

“Yes- yes! Just- get a condom, I don’t wanna ruin my favourite pants.”

Billy chuckles lightly at that thought as he leans to reach for the glovebox, absolutely turned on by the idea of Steve walking around brimming with him, his cum dripping out and running down his thighs. Perhaps another time.

The condom rolls on with ease, Billy having become quite the expert with one through time, but he has been getting a lot of practice lately what with Steve and his more adventurous side, and wearing a rubber when fucking in public makes for an easy and quick cleanup. He gives himself a few good strokes to lube up good and nice, ensuring that Steve gets a smooth ride as he aligns himself with the hole that flutters eagerly to suck him in.

Greedy, starved, zealous, Steve sits himself on that veiny dick, ass fully flush with Billy’s hips, breathlessly gasping and cursing around his name, “Fuck Billy…”

“Mmmh,” Billy hums and licks his lips, staring down with adoration at how he’s buried deep inside of Steve’s ass, tight with lack of preparation, but- “You feel so good baby, taking my cock so well.”

He brings his hands to grab Steve by the hips and guide him in a circular motion, muscles clenching around him that can only be described as beautiful, eliciting groans and causing him to dig in his nails.

Steve’s panting, bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat, the windows fogged up, telling anyone that would walk by exactly what was going on, and when he lifts up to fuck himself on Billy’s fat erection, they shake the entire car with his fervor; each time he sinks down he moans more; moans with less and less self control.

“Take off your shirt, pretty boy,” Billy drawls out and swipes his tongue across shiny and sharp teeth. “Wanna see you.”

It’s a hurried motion that takes less than three seconds for Steve to yank off the crop top and grab on to Billy’s knees again, refusing to wait even one moment in the haze of his neediness.

Billy, however, faced with marks of his own making, takes time to appreciate how perfectly purple suits Steve’s pale skin, blooming across his pecs, his tits, near nipples that strut now, begging to be touched. And who is he not to oblige. Hands travel up from hips, past the waist, to Steve’s chest - the brunette seemingly lost in chasing his own high, that he doesn’t notice where Billy is going till he presses hard against the sensitive buds.

“A-ah! Fuck, Billy!” And he throws his head back.

Steve’s entire body tenses at that, each muscle flexing and twitching, contracting around Billy’s steely cock, and he can’t help himself but to thrust into the clenching hole, the rim taking a chokehold on the base of his prick. Steve has to bring up a hand against the roof of the car to keep himself from hitting his head, while also giving him the ideal leverage to push down hard, bodies colliding, skin slapping together in a lascivious and erotic rhythm.

“God, you’re such a little slut for my cock, huh baby?” Billy growls like a ravenous wolf as he pounds into Steve, forcing out every little cry and moan, telling him that he’s hitting just the right spot.

“Billy- Billy, ah-a, fuck- fuck-” Steve whimpers and looks down to watch one hand on his hip that pulls him down, another rubbing hard against his nipple.

“Yeah, harrh, listen to yourself,” and Billy pauses to listen to how Steve mewls, revelling in the fact that he’s the cause of that. “So loud and lewd, baby, calling out my name like that.”

“Billy.”

He’s a confident guy, Keg King and lady killer, and while shit like emotions and feelings stuns him, this brings him alive, lust coiling in his gut, burning hot and white, ramping up to a fever pitch as he fucks with wild abandon into Steve’s wet cunt.

Billy hasn’t bothered masturbating in a good while, no, he saves all of that pent up energy for Steve, to fill him up; desire blinding him to anyone else but his princess.

“Mmhnn- ahh, fuck, Stevie, can’t wait to get you alone tonight,” he says, voice fucked out and perverted, Steve looking at him as he speaks, “Drop off all the little shits and then fuck you into your mattress till you’re a mess, pump you full of my cum.”

Steve’s eyes screws shut tight, mouth wide open as he moans, “Yes, oh God, Billy-”

“Yeah? You want that?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck-” He nods the best he can, hair bouncing.

“You’re such a good little whore for me, princess, so needy for my cock.”

“Billy- Billy please,” Steve croons, all pathetic and close.

“Anything,” Billy responds with fast devotion, a promise that he gladly lives up to, knowing well what it is Steve is begging for, wants to hear him say it anyways.

“Touch me, please, ah-h- I’m so so close, fuck…”

Billy grins wide, so self satisfied it’s nearly disgusting, and he closes his fingers firm around Steve’s slick erection; he gets so fucking wet, leaking profusely, swears it only happens when he’s with Billy like this.

“Just like that, yes! Oh fuck, I’m- ah-”

“Yeah, cum for me baby, wanna watch you- show me what I do to you.”

Billy jerks him off quick and crude, knows how Steve likes it, how he needs it; loves being manhandled, talks about that whenever he’s with Billy he feels small and light.

And Steve cums with a loud and unadulterated moan, stilling his entire body in a tense pose as Billy fucks him fast; slamming quickly against his prostate, hand milking him good till he’s emptied out on his own chest.

It is a glorious thing to watch, a masterpiece of performance only for him, a grand show for a one man audience that Billy gets to relive again and again and again. Steve’s jaw drops as he continues to cry out like he’s a goddamn porn star, overstimulated and loving it.

Billy’s own orgasm is far less showy; a few shallow, brutish thrusts, grunting through gritted teeth, he shoves Steve down onto him hard as his hips stutter through completion, waves of impossible heat pouring out and leaving him a puddle of bliss and euphoria.

Time is lost to them, as they sit like that; Steve’s one leg having fallen between the seats as he went limp with exhaustion, still firmly planted in Billy’s lap, who’s soft and complacent and fucking tired, both of them breathing heavy.

“We should… we should go back…” Steve mumbles with closed eyes.

Billy’s watching the way Steve’s cum slowly slips down his chest, running over his abs and nearing his pubic hair.

“Do we have to?” he eventually manages to ask.

And Steve chuckles at that, the vibrations through his body clenching around Billy’s spent cock and he can’t help the sore “ooh”s and “ahh”s as he tries to pull away from it.

“Sadly we do. Can’t have the kids walk home alone in the dark, besides…” Steve grinds his ass onto Billy’s lap, making him wince in not quite pain, not quite pleasure, but definitely too much. “Think you promised to… fuck me into my mattress?”

#Harringrove #My Writing #Lemon #Mystery Prompt #500 followers #Babysitterpng #hope it was as good for you as it was for me sweets #😌#Anonymous

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codenamesazanka · 4 years ago

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also spinaraki asks. top 5 things that spinner and shigaraki would romantically and ridiculously argue about. go.

Ahhhhh good great transcendent ask???? Hmmm.

I want/headcanon/think Shigaraki and Spinner are the type of couple to casually argue about anything and everything, even regarding things that they ultimately agree on, because they both are pretty outspoken, stubborn, default rather crabby, and just like to grouse and complain. Shigaraki likes to tease and be obnoxious at times, which doesn’t help, while Spinner can get riled up and very passionate about stuff. Also the angry sex is super fun. So!

Video games. Very obvious. They’ll argue about gameplay, characters and themes and plot, strategies and tactics - especially the super nerdy meta? Stuff about character rankings and tiers and exploiting game mechanisms or whatnot. Shigaraki is a pro at stuff like that, super creative and bold, Spinner bit less so, but just as competitive and hard at work; I imagine they can clash a lot over issues ranging from truly interesting things worth debating about, to the dumbest technical details.

Then there’s also just plain old arguments about whether a game is good or not, whether they should buy a game (and who’s paying for it), whether they should play this game or that for the evening. Ultimately, though, it’s fun to argue/talk about these things, games being the interest they share that no one else in the League seems to have. Good for them, fuckin’ nerds.

Their relationship. I guess this is more of a personal headcanon/preference because I like basic emotional intelligence in my pairings, even/especially if it involves awkward conversations about the nature and details of the relationship. Still, these two are pretty introspective, self-aware, and willing to share their honest feelings straight out loud! So I can see them speaking up when really bothered and then arguing until it’s resolved (usually also after they’re in bed, spent and satisfied.)

Choice topics maybe include: ‘we should stop randomly having sex in random places’ or ‘celebrating an anniversary isn’t dumb’ or ‘because you’re important to me, asshole’. Idk, but trust me, it’s very romantic.

Whether that thing they just did was cool or not. It was objectively not. But one will insist it was, though somewhere inside his mind he vaguely also know it was dorky, but look, the cool outweigh the nerdiness; while the other really just has an issue more with the execution or some trivial aspect, even though secretly he did think it was cool, he’s only miffed he didn’t do it— instead of realizing the whole thing was entirely dumb altogether.

I think honestly they both just want to impress each other and show off, but then, hell if they’ll let each other get away with being so corny.

Are these too broad? Sorry if they are! For more specific topics...

First name basis. Okay I’m cheating because we’ve discussed before (with @stillness-in-green and @holioc iirc hi!!) but I still love it. Spinner building up the courage over months to finally call Shigaraki ‘Tomura’, he planned for it, he had it scripted out, he made sure his voice was like 50% lower, deeper, all cool— then Shigaraki, knowing full well what was happening, casually interrupts and calls him ‘Shuuichi’ for the first time, which pretty much gives Spinner a heart attack, both from having Shigaraki use his first name and because he’s livid Shigaraki stole his moment.

I imagine they’ll still argue about that every now and then, afterwards. Smh

How to kill a man. Murder! Between the adrenaline and intimate unspoken vow of mutual secrecy and time spent together, it’s a good way to bond. Then better yet, argue over something minor to get rid of the post-murder jitters and have your mind mildly kept off the awkward, gross clean-up.

I admit, I kinda ran out of ideas here (or, got too many dumb ideas not worth writing out) but hey. These two can bicker over technique, or dumb inadvisable moves they did during the fight that could’ve put them in danger, be more careful! or whether they should’ve killed the guy or not, whether it was the correct guy, etc. Somehow I can see Shigaraki randomly knowing more than a thing or two about fighting with blades, and so have good points to give to Spinner, who acknowledges the info but might feel defensive since hey, he’s the sword fighter here. But ultimately, maybe it’s how their attraction to each other’s bloodlust and homicidal nature manifests out. Idk man

I love them. They fit each other well. Thanks again for the ask!!!

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #Spinner #iguchi shuuichi #Spinaraki #Spinneraki #nalslastworkingbraincell #asked #answered #robotlesbianjavert

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Eight Hundred Eyes Are Better Than One - Reaction

I should have done this a long time ago but I just reread this chapter and reacted to it as I went if you’re interested @anbu-legacy

Because I’ve had a grudge against canon Jiraiya for so long it’s been an interesting but slow process of adjusting to this (better) version of him where his awful traits either don’t exist or are slightly more subdued, and traits I could actually appreciate are more emphasized. And saying that, I love this image of this giant, flamboyant man being so unsubtle about his summons that he just wakes up not just Kakashi but his entire FLOOR. Nice one. This man is a spy theoretically and I love that juxtaposition. At least it makes it easy to let Ryouma know they’re leaving.

“Dodomeki?” he said quietly.

Boyfriends, Kakashi reflected, were supposed to be reassuring. “I’ll bring you an eyeball,” he promised.

“Gross.”

This reminds me of that time Kakashi found a weird creepy bug in that one cave during the kiri mission and instead of leaving it be like a normal person he decides to pick it up and bring it all the way back to the team to scare Ryouma with it. I always find it super funny when Kakashi pulls stuff like this, terrorizing his poor teammates with gross unwanted show and tell. I personally would love a gift like that, though. I am totally someone who would probably keep particularly interesting animal body parts preserved in a jar somewhere in my house because I find anatomy and physiology interesting. I once had the opportunity in one of my university classes to hold a horse’s brain and was quite enthralled. I just wanted a good look at it and was really curious what it would feel like.

“Just bring yourself home safe.”

“Always do,” Kakashi said, which was mostly true. “Captain, too.”

I’m reacting to this on a reread so hahaaaaaaa. Nice one, Kakashi. Your poor hands.

I would say I can’t believe that Kakashi actually WENT INTO THE ROOM to wake up Raidou and Genma, but this is Kakashi, so I can. He could have just knocked on the bedroom window, or just gone to the door, like a person with basic social skills and a modicum of decency. Kids these days. No respect for the general concept of privacy. Sheesh. Boundaries. I’m glad I’m not them. I will admit that I laughed though.

Raidou jerked, sat up wildly, and blurted, “What the hell?”

“Taichou,” Kakashi said, with a little wave.

Genma exhaled, tweaked the sheet so that it covered Kurenai more fully, then sat up — a much smoother operation. “Hatake,” he said tightly, visibly trying for calm.

“Lieutenant,” Kakashi said. And, for good measure: “Yuuhi. Well done.”

Asdfghgfds. This bastard. I love and hate him. DK is always so good at this sort of humour with Kakashi and it never fails to get me.

I feel bad for Genma and Raidou and Kurenai right now though because they didn’t even get to TALK properly the next day after getting together before Raidou had to leave.

Kakashi felt his spine stiffen. Reflexive, pointless defense of his parents, who had raised him on legends and myths, told in the few quiet moments between everything else.

I really love the callback to Don’t Fear the Dark. It’s really interesting when we get little glimpses at what Sakumo was like, and what his family was like before it fell apart. The defensiveness about it has my heart hurting, because it’s one of the few tiny pieces he still has of his father. Speaking of Sakumo, mythology/legends, and Don’t Fear the Dark, I remember that there were traditional masks of demons and things in their home. For a very long time I’ve been very curious to see what the Hatake estate looks like, and what other personal items from Sakumo and their life before are still there. Here’s to hoping we’ll get to see it one day?

I like how these legends have been woven into the worldbuilding too.

Usagi thumped him on the shoulder. “Better dodge, then. We’ll bring some of her scrapings back in a jar for the lab.”

Genma would probably appreciate some jar-scrapings, though.

Genma’s my type of person. I appreciate him.

I’m really enjoying getting to know a little more about the relationship dynamics of the members of team thirteen. Ginta and Usagi’s relationship is so fun.

I love Goya purely on the basis that she’s a badass archer lady with wicked aim and I feel like that’s understandable and valid.

While Raidou and Usagi bartered for shelter, and Jiraiya signed autographs for the goat herder’s starstruck daughter, Kakashi watched a handful of goat kids bounce back and forth over a fence with blithe disregard for its actual purpose.

The goats hopping over the fence makes such a great image. I adore Tarama the goat village, purely because of the goats. And the Katsuko callback.

I am weak to the characters being dumb reckless idiots experimenting with jutsu for science so I was LIVING for the thunderstorm Ginta-Kakashi shenanigans. I’ve also always loved thunderstorms so I might be extra weak to lightning users. Just casually detonating each other’s jutsu and hoping they don’t explode each other irreparably in the process. Good fun.

Actually getting so see Kakashi split lightning was so cool. We keep hearing about it in canon and legacy so to finally see it is so satisfying. I like the description of sharingan vision as “he tracked the bolt zig-zagging down as if it were made of syrup, oozing through superheated air, long, lethal fingers branching out towards them.” And I also particularly liked this line:

The lightning snapped towards him like a massive, elemental predator scenting blood.

I am very amused:

In the dizzying aftermath, Kakashi had just enough time to think ow and awesome before the next strike threatened, and they both ran like hell for the village.

Usagi’s childish glee is so great. And yeah, I feel both her reaction AND Raidou’s are pretty appropriate. But still, lol:

“When did you turn three hundred? Your rookie just did the coolest thing ever. Stop being miserable about it.”

“You want him?” Raidou said.

“Yes,” said Usagi instantly. “Hatake, you’re mine, get over here.”

“Wait, no,” Raidou said.

I’m glad Kakashi is being appreciated.

The conversation Raidou and Kakashi had about KureGenRai hook up was veeeeery interesting. I wasn’t expecting Kakashi to react so harshly. I guess it is hypocritical of Raidou to say what he said then do that, though Raidou has a point that it’s to protect rookies from senior officers. Lieutenants and Captains are different since they’re closer in rank. I’m guessing that Kakashi is kind of frustrated with how he and Ryouma have felt like they’ve had to keep their relationship secret for fear of getting in trouble, even if same rank liaisons are technically not against the rules, unwritten or otherwise. Because of Raidou’s whole boundaries thing and general testiness about that kind of thing?

I’m curious to see how keeping it a secret from Ryouma will go. How long will they even want to keep it from him, and if they do want to keep the secret how will Ryouma feel about both the relationship and Kakashi’s secret keeping once he finds out?

Another thing I’ll be curious to see is if this at all changes if Kakashi wants to keep his relationship with Ryouma secret still, and if so from who. I’d doubt it would since there are other factors but still. I am looking forward for when people find out, but at the same time I’ve been enjoying it being private. I think a temporary shared secret like this can feel kinda intimate so long as it doesn’t overstay its welcome. And we get scenes like Kakashi panicking and hiding in Ryouma’s bathroom while Ryouma clumsily lies and implies he may have hooked up with an Uchiha to evade arrest so that’s a bonus. I think being able to have their own relationship exist in isolation from judgements and comments from the outside allows them to take some pressure off their relationship, and gives them time to figure each other out and how to just be together unhindered. I can see why they’re doing this the way they are.

A mass grave. Whoever had dug it — Kusa ninja, most likely — had missed the small body on the hill.

“Poor bastards,” Usagi said quietly.

Kasumi, of all people, went back for the body.

I like this detail about Kasumi.

“Now we track,” Jiraiya said. He gave a little wave in Kakashi’s direction. “Do the nose thing.”

Some days, Kakashi didn’t feel entirely respected in his workplace.

Loooool

It took two more days to even get close to the Dodomeki. For Kakashi, it was like living in dual headspaces — the clean, sleek arrowhead mind of a predator, and the disordered tangle of everything human. Team Thirteen, with their… themness. Jiraiya — firmly, unignorably himself. The discomfort of Raidou and the unhappy friction between them. No Genma to smooth down the rough edges. No Ryouma to distract with chatter or an unexpected, brilliant idea.

I really liked this section for a couple reasons:

1) I like how when certain members of the team are absent it highlights just how important they are to the entire team. Genma the vital lynchpin and mediator; Ryouma the emotional heart, friend, and innovator. I also appreciate that it’s not just their skillsets that are addressed either. They’re valuable for things like their kindness, level-headedness, and company.

2) I love the acknowledgment of duality of Kakashi’s headspace and social interactions. The headspace required to do his job as a tracker vs. working as part of a team of antsy, ridiculous people are very different. The interactions he is going to be having with the wolfdogs that don’t even so much as speak human vs. his human coworkers are going to be very different too. Kakashi having an entirely different headspace with the dogs to the point he actually separates it from being entirely human (like referring to “humans” as if it were a group he isn’t entirely part of) reminds me of all the way back to the thread Lost in the Dark when Raidou sees Kakashi speaking to the entire pack for the first time. He realizes Kakashi’s social skills have likely been influenced by his exposure to the dogs he grew up with. It was such an interesting revelation to me. This is the part I mean if you’re curious:

What followed was one of the strangest conversations Raidou had ever witnessed. Kakashi, with his economy of speech and movement that seemed so disjointed in human interaction, slotted into place as naturally as breathing. Raidou recognized that questioning head tilt echoed back by listening dogs; the silent, watchful glances that lingered a second beyond comfortable; the predatory edge polished like a fine weapon. Here, Kakashi’s hair and mask just looked like markings, no more notable than that shepherd’s black-tipped ears, or that hound’s white-ticked coat.

It explained a lot.

I really liked seeing Raidou defend Kakashi from Kasumi’s crochety and unjustified remarks. Progress!!! I’m proud.

I’ve probably said it before and I’ll probably say it again, but I always love your dialogue. There’s so much personality and liveliness in it. The banter is so entertaining. Usagi and Ginta especially right now.

I know the mythology the Dodomeki comes from is very different, but there is something about the descriptions of her that make me think a lot of what I felt watching the Netflix the Witcher series. Which might not mean anything to you if you haven’t seen it. Similarly horrifying and deadly and gross. It’s great.

The entire fight scene had my heart pounding. It was so intense and fast-paced. So many close calls and how fast she was was so terrifying. We just saw Kakashi with his sharingan so fast he was able to split a lightning strike in half, yet she’s so fast he can’t even hope to keep up. Fuck.

Abe had to chase him nervously around, attending to whatever bits of Jiraiya’s face he could reach, until the medic finally lost his temper and ordered Jiraiya to sit.

I loved this.

I don’t have anything interesting to say about them theorizing about her sickly state, but I am very intrigued. I also love when little bits of real life actual science are incorporated in fantasy like this (ex. the mention of ketosis).

I am still very very worried for Kakashi’s hands. I suspect he won’t get out of this entirely unscathed even after treatment.

#anbu legacy

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wheelersdealer · 6 years ago

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The Schmucks

Request: Will do you a Steve imagine? About when him and Robin were captured by the Russians but instead of them beating up Steve they beat up the reader - Anonymous. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Warnings: STRANGER THINGS SEASON 3 SPOILERS! Profanity, descriptions of blood, gore, and beatings. A/n: Requests are open for S3! Hope you enjoy!

They beat you bloody.

Nose pouring and teeth stained, your knees drag against the metal flooring before they chuck you down right against it. And it hurts in the moments you’re conscious for it — only flickering in and out — but you are gone in seconds, unable to feel the immeasurable pain in your face and stomach, not even able to feel the slighter feeling of blood soaking your shoes and socks.

You do feel another weight right before you pass out completely.

It’s Steve being thrown onto the floor by his guards. He isn’t in the best state emotionally, but compared to you his psychical attributes are completely clean. You hear him grunting and shouting at the guards, you hear him yelp right before he comes down to the floor with you.

But you don’t feel him force himself on his elbows and knees to nudge you, saying quickly “Hey, hey! Y/n? Y/n? Come on — Y/n?!”

A buzzer sounds and in comes what Steve can only assume is the lieutenant, leader? Hell, maybe even the head guard.

“What did you do?!” He shouts while on his knees. And following a low growl he wills himself to his feet and dashes straight toward the guy, his head out and ready. The best he can do is butt him in the stomach with it, using his side, shoulder, elbow and everything to add to the pain. But considering the weak and pathetic huff of air the lieutenant gives out, Steve doesn’t have the energy for this.

And when he stumbles back he makes the mistake of looking down at you.

That’s when the lieutenant’s friend steps in, grabs a fistful of Steve’s hair, and juts his knee up and cracks his jaw. Steve falls back and tries to catch his breath through gritted teeth, but in this position he’s just that much closer to you.

So up he scrambles, crawling again and whimpering (never mind his lack of breath) as he shakes your shoulder with his cuffed-together hands. “Wake up! Y/n wake up!”

One of them snaps their fingers then the guards come around him. One for you, two for him. That one holds you around the stomach and hauls you to your unconscious feet. He drops you into a chair sat against the one Steve’s thrown in.

“H-Hey — HEY!” He growls and tries looking over his shoulder. He can see them touching you, holding your body up in the chair and in place while they wrap the belt around you two. “Don’t touch HER!” He started flailing, trying to escape as best as he can but all that he achieves is a slap to the face and a hand locked tight in your hair. He coughs up, blood in his nose finally starting to come out his nostrils and dribble down the back of his throat, but the lieutenant just clicks his tongue satisfied at all of the blood and bruises on you.

“Y/n? Y?n?! C-Can you hear me?” Try all he may, even pushing his feet against the ground does nothing to slide your chairs even the tiniest bit this or that way.

The lieutenant drops your head. Steve hears autonomous gurgling as your body tried to rid your throat of the blood that’s built up in it.

“I think your friend needs a doctor,” he says in his accent. He rubs his hands (sticky and stained with your blood) on a white washcloth. He shakes it out as he comes to face Steve. And with a smile he bends his knees. “Good thing….” He tilts his head, “We have the very best.”

Steve can feel the heat in his nostrils like a bull about to go rogue.

He doesn’t give a shit about the blood and how it was getting into his mouth now — he throws his head back then rams it forward, his skull making a harsh connection to the lieutenants pointy nose.

And he screams…

It’s a loud, guttural groan as he stumbles back and pinches his nose. It’s not broken — no no, it’s not broken. But it’s red and purple, bruised and on its way to becoming bloody, even if just a little bit.

He doesn’t need to say it. The look he gives Steve perfectly encaptures the idea that he would regret it.

And he does. Only a little bit.

None of the others come to their lead’s aid, only holding Steve’s shoulders in place and one taking grip of his head while the guy pads at his nose with the cloth before bawling it up and stuffing it in Steve’s mouth. He uses his fingers to push it deeper, not caring when he feels them hurt upon making a connection to the roof of Steve’s mouth, a connection only softened by the cloth. He spits down at Steve’s feet and Steve screams into it, screams at the guys as they leave the scene.

Once while at work you watched him obnoxiously lick clean a sample spoon he used every day at closing to give himself a quick treat. He’d manage a big scoop too, despite how little and weak the blue plastic was. He was so, so obnoxious, but he knew he was, and he only continued because you knew it too and you laughed about it together — him, Robin, and you.

“Your tongue is gigantic,” you told him with no intention on guiding the conversation in a less savory direction. You were merely stating fact.

But he wiggled his brows and giggled “Is that so?” While taking another obnoxious lick to really clean it.

“You know there’s a muscle in that thing? The whole thing — its just one muscle?” Robin chimed in. You hummed, impressed, and she too wiggled her brows at you. Then she lifted herself up onto the counter and let her legs sway as she watched you count the day’s earnings and watched Steve lean over the ice cream containers and lick up the spoon’s handle which he also managed to get covered in ice cream. “Who knows. With all the sucking face you do I’d say you’ve got yourself a pretty strong tongue.”

It was a gross idea but you muttered “True.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Great pick up line — ‘hey ladies, they say I’ve got a strong tongue, wanna test it out?”

“Yess!” Robin hissed, clapping her hands.

You clapped your hands once before howling basically, shouting “WOOO! That’s what I’m TALKING about Harrington! You just gotta get your head in the game.”

He craned his neck to watch you head into the back. “Please enlighten me on a situation where I’d be able to whip out my strong tongue.” After looking around the room (some families still finishing up) he stood and raised his brows in warning. “And keep it family friendly.”

“Eh, who knows. Your freakishly large tongue might come in handy some day. In a not 18 and up way.”

Steve winces realizing that yes, it did. He pushes the wadded cloth out of his mouth and can’t help but spit up on his own uniform, the taste of your blood too strong for him. He keeps trying to jump again, get your chairs moving.

“Hey, hey, Y/n?” He throws his head over his shoulder to try and bump against yours.

“Y/n are you okay?”

“Pl-please talk to me Y/n…” he makes your seats jump again. “Y/n!?”

He drops his head and looks at his lap. He sees the blood; it’s your blood from when he crawled over to you. He shakes his head and the sorrow in his voice turns into something casual, with a little bit of contempt.

He scoffs. “Come on…after everything this is what gets to your head?” And rolls his eyes (though it pains him), “I mean, literally…I guess.” And you still weren’t talking. What was he trying to do? Wake you up through the power of making fun of you? Well, yeah…

“Y/n y/n y/nnnn!” His feet tapped rhythmically with his voice. Still didn’t wake up.

He tries to make himself chuckle, but only a sob comes out. He shakes his head at himself in shame and takes a moment to breath deep.

“Come on…come on Y/n…Ugh…..At this rate I’ll be single at 25, you can’t die on me now.” Still nothing. So he chuckled weakly. “Remember that? When we uh…a-after Nancy uhm…After Nancy left? And you were lonely and I was lonely and we…we said we’d get together? Right? We said we’d like-we’d date. Or-or get married, or something, just do something if we were both single and miserable and alone at 25?” He huffs when still, there’s nothing. “Yeah…weird day. But I thought it was fun…and then you said how we could probably just totally pig out on our honeymoon. Just….“

He closes his eyes tight shut. “And you called me a trust fund baby and I got really offended even though I technically am? But anyways, you went on this whole speech about how we’d dress up all fancy and I’d introduce you to my parents as my girlfriend of six years or something and you’d be super super sophisticated and we’d take them on a train ride and we’d be dressed all fancy like we were snobby rich pricks in a murder mystery, and how they’d basically buy us the ring cause they’d love us together so much, and then we would take the ring and all the wedding money, elope in Vegas, and I dunno, go spend the rest of our days living in the woods like Hopper and shit, just pretending we’re a different couple every time we go out in public and make a mythical name for ourselves among all those snobby restaurants in Los Angeles?”

That was certainly a day…A long one where Robin did most of the work but you paid her with a twenty and the promise that you’d spill all the secrets about a group of friends you strangely hung out with in high school that she was just dying to get the dirt on.

Steve thinks about it. Really thinks about it.

He thinks it would have been fun.

He whimpers at the thought. And he sobs a little…at first it’s a laugh but the tears build up in his throat and then he’s cackling but he can’t see behind the fog in his eyes.

“Can you imagine you in your little beret? In fucking France?” He’s sure that’s what you called it that once. “And-and a freaking turtleneck? And you — Y/n Y/l/n smoking while I pretend to actually like wine tasting? Gosh…” he sniffles and shakes his head at the ground, still smiling. “Can’t believe there’s guys that do that for a living…”

“Don’t die on me Y/n.” He gulps. “I can’t. I seriously can’t go back to that guy I was before. I mean,” he laughs, “meaningless sex is nice but man I really wonder what it’d be like to act like I’m Mr—“ he sputters, “Robert Vanderbilt or some snobby shit on a freaking boat! Who am I gonna do that with, huh? Yeah…maybe, maybe Robin. But I just…I don’t know…Y/n I don’t know…I really don’t…”

Steve scrapes his shoes against the floor.

“Stop being so sappy dude…” You cough out.

Steve jumps and you feel your chair moving when he does.

“Y/n? Y/n holy shit! You’re awake?” He keeps wiggling, trying to free himself. But you’re quiet again, nodding in and out. “Y-you okay?”

You press your tongue to your cheek. You can feel where it’s swelling. “Well, everything’s throbbing, my ears are ringing, can’t really breathe, eye feels like it’s ‘bout to pop outta my skull but besides that I’m uh…” you taste your cheek again, “I’m pretty good.”

“Oh shit — holy shit you had me really worried there.”

You scoff. “Is Robert Vanderbilt the best fake name you can come up with?”

Steve cackles and tries leaning back again. It doesn’t bother you feeling his head on your shoulder, especially since you can’t muster the strength to lift your own back up there. “You heard that? How…how much did you hear?”

“Mmmm…” You close your eyes for a second and Steve jerks your chairs, forcing you awake. “I uhm…good enough. I heard a good enough bit.”

“Okay…okay…”

“Hey Steve?”

“…Yeah Y/n?”

You smack your lips. “When we get outta here can we go to ‘rance?”

Steve chuckles. “France? You wanna go to France?”

“Mmmmhmm.”

He shrugs. “Eh, well I was actually thinking we might shoot our shot and visit Russia. How about that?”

You finally lift your head. His head rests on your shoulder, your head rests on his. He does most of the work trying to crane his neck to get a good enough look of your face. And lucky for you the eye that’s swollen is on your other side. You can actually see him without fuzz and without a splitting feeling in your brain every time you try to focus.

“That idea….I like that one…but first, we have to get out of here.”

“Agreed. Okay, uhm,” Steve looks around and the first thing he spots is, “Scissors….Y/n, do you see those scissors?” You look to your left. “No, your right.” So you look to your right. There’s a little metal table. There’s a pair of stainless steel scissors and some other whacky utensils. “So, how about on uh, on three? On three we’re gonna try and jump in that direction, okay?”

“‘Nd cut our binds?”

“Yeah yeah, you’re getting it! Okay, ready? One, two…three!”

You jump as best as you can and with Steve’s help you get a little closer to the table. You choke on your own laughter, blood still caught in your throat, but you get it up and out through your mouth and onto your clothes fast enough.

“You-you still doing okay over there?” Steve asks.

“Never better.” You squeeze your swollen eye shut and force a smile. “Gonna do this again?”

“Yup! One, two, three!” And you jump, landing well enough. There’s a bit of a wobble that has your breath hitch immediately and you need a moment considering how busted your lungs are. “Shit! Holy shit okay—great job, great job Y/n! This is gonna work, I feel it! Okay, uh j-just a few more times. Ready?”

You decide to count. “One, two, three!” Steve can hear the determination in your voice when you get to the last count. It makes him feel even worse than an ache in his head can when you both tumble, the legs of your chairs slipping and scraping against the floor before dropping you both on your sides.

You crane your neck up and cough violently, trying to get blood and mucus out of your throat before you reserve to pressing your cheek as tight to the floor as you can cool you. It’s the least this environment can do for you. It’s cold. It’s nice.

And once you get comfortable, embracing the cool tiles, you begin to chuckle. It’s very faint, and wispy.

Steve whimpers thinking you’re doing the same.

He pushes against your back, pleading “Y/n, don’t-please don’t cry. We’re gonna get out of here, I swear we’re gonna get out of here, okay? And-and we’re uh, we’re going to France! Or y’know, or Russia if you really want to just please don’t cry….”

And then a much more dignified cackle breaks through your ‘whimpering.’

You cough in the middle of it, especially as your laugh becomes hardier.

“Are…are you laughing? Jesus…”

You stop to groan in pain and Steve’s just as concerned as he was before. But you push it to the side and despite your sore throat you mutter, “I’m just-this is all just—“ you cough again, and Steve can’t help but coo. “I mean…this is ridiculous! Who needs to go to Paris, France, Russia, Rome, wherever and pretend to—“ you cough “—pretend to be a mysterious newlywed couple when we, you and me and Dustin, Mike, Max, now Erica and Robin we-we’re supposed to just go back out there once this is all over and act like we’re not being kidnapped by Russians right now!” You laugh so hard Steve has to shush you in fear of attracting them back to the room. “It’s insane, Steve! And—Heh, that’s even if we get out! Or maybe we’ll die in this secret Russian base and the world will do the honor of playing pretend for us by—PSH, saying we died in a fire or something!”

Steve sighs. “We’re not gonna die. We’re gonna get out of here, okay? You just—you gotta let me think for a second, alright Y/n?”

You sniffle. “Remember when we uhm…when we were kids?”

Steve winces at the thought.

“And remember,” you roll your eyes, “The three Musketeers? Me…you…and Tommy H….? Third grade? And how we would, uhm…we would play pretend? And we would write stupid little stories and get in trouble all the time but you and Tommy would always take a blame? And we’d go on the playground and we’d make up our own stupid little games. We’d like, roleplay essentially and wonder why our parents got all frazzled and giggly when we told them that’s what we were doing?”

“….Yeah….yeah I remember…”

You close your eyes and shake your head. “That was so fun man…I never once imagined — psh, especially not after the majority of high school — that we’d be where we are right now. I swear dude, this is some shit we would have thought up back then. And I don’t know to be happy, mad, scared, or sad! Because I wanted this. Man Steve I really wanted this. After uhm…after everything—“

Ah yes, the earlier high school years when Steve and Tommy went one way and you went the other.

“—I just really wanted something just batshit crazy to happen that would bring us together again. And it did when Will went missing and then it did again when heh, we fought round two…But man Steve, now I kind of feel like I deserve this for wanting something ‘batshit crazy’ so bad when I was just this pathetic, lonely little teenage shit.”

“Hey….you weren’t a ‘shit,’ okay? If anyone was, it was me…well, and Tommy.”

“Hey, you were an asshole but at least you admit that.”

“Yeah…I know…”

“It didn’t matter. So bad I just wanted something no matter how painful or harmful or bizarre…I wanted something to happen so we could be closer again. Without me having to actually do the work and risk being utterly humiliated in front of the whole school by Carol, but whatever. You were a fucking nerd Steve. You were basically a drama kid in disguise — a James Dean wannabe but damn you played the part so well. I just didn’t want to be apart of the ensemble, you know? I wanted to be like, your co-star. I wanted us to do stupid shit on our own and for nothing bad to ever happen, but I wanted us to just drive out into the middle of the night because we wanted to and who knows, just pretend to be stupid rebellious teenagers at some far off gas station just because we were bored….I still can’t help but think how that would have been so fun. In all mediums you’ve just been so…fascinating to me.”

Steve sighs. “I wanted those things too Y/n.” He takes a breath. “After a while I started despising Tommy cause it was clear to me that he was an asshole even way back then, ruining the fun cause he wanted to be king of some stupid 30 minute game. I went through a lot of scenarios too. In my noggin’, or something.”

You chuckle. “I’m glad.”

“It just baffles me knowing I could have had everything I wanted back then instead of now. And I-don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I have it now…heh. I just kind of wish you didn’t have to be tortured by Russians for things to be this way, y’know?”

“I know Steve…I know…”

He lifts his head and tries looking at you. “How you doing? You feeling okay?”

“Uhm, a bit better,” you lie.”

Steve lays back down. “Okay, okay…At one point there were so many bad things I never imagined could happen. I thought I would be immune to everything if I got prom king my senior year or something.” He chuckles. “But look at us now. It’s all bullshit…sometimes I wonder if I would have been more prepared if we indulged a bit, had some fun.”

“Me too Steve, me too.” You sniffle. “But on the bright side…we can practically play pretend all the time now.”

“How?”

You giggle, almost hysterically. “When we get out of here we can pretend to have a normal life now!”

He chuckles. “Yup, yup. God I both love and hate how that’s true. And when we get out of here we can pull the finish line forward from 25 and make it 19 while we’re at it.”

“Ugh. You’re such a sappy schmuck.”

“Your sappy schmuck?”

You hum, all warm at the thought. “My sappy schmuck…hey you know what?”

“What?”

“Say goodbye to Mr. Robert Vanderbilt and hello to Stephen Schmuck!” Everything hurts with how hard you’re laughing, but it’s such a blissful feeling when compared to everything you don’t even try to slow it down.

“Mr. and Mrs. Schmuck, huh?” Steve clicks his tongue and smiles. “I think I like the sound of that.”

“I like it too, Steve. I like it a lot.”

#Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrington imagine #Steve Harrington imagines #Stranger Things imagine #Stranger Things imagines #3.6k words #normal #s3 #angst #steve #imagine

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Once Bitten Twice Stupid prt.53

Lance was blushing so hard he was surprised he had any blood flow to his dick. Stripping him slowly, Keith’s hands had been shaking, neither of them knew what to do, but that was okay because they were working this out together. His scent might have changed, but he felt fully focused on Keith. Keith, his beautiful little anger loaf of a boyfriend.

Dipping into the supplies brought by Curtis, Lance was almost glad the hunter had forced them on him. With Keith slotted between his legs, he was hyper focused on his boyfriend being hard for him. He wanted him. He wanted to do with this him... and God did Lance want this, while fearing it at the same time. This some whole next level shit. Next level boyfriend shit that made him feel a little lame for not knowing what to do. Kissing Keith was like dying and going to heaven. Sex... he expected it to hurt, but his heart was pounding with excitement, his needy body already growing wet

“We don’t have to if you’re not ready”

Keith shook his head, Lance swallowing hard as he stared into his boyfriend’s beautiful purple eyes

“I want to be with you”

“You are... you have me. I’m completely here with you”

“I... don’t know what I’m doing”

“That’s okay. We’re figuring this out together. Just go gentle on me”

“I will... um... lube first”

“That’s a great start...”

“Right...”

Lance didn’t laugh as Keith popped the cap on the lube, then realised that he couldn’t open the condom packet with lubed up fingers. The first condom ended up tearing, his boyfriend getting more flustered and nervous by the minute. Lance wanted their first time to be special, but he also wanted to make things easier for Keith

“Hop up for a second, I’ve got an idea”

His idea was rolling over to get onto his hands and knees. That was Keith could see what he was doing... despite it being kind of embarrassing to be completely on display for his boyfriend. God, he was fucking nervous. Each movement behind him had him jumpy... and when Keith’s lubed up finger rubbed against his opening, he damn near forgot how to breathe as he buried his face in Keith’s pillow. He wanted to crack a joke to ease the tension, but he didn’t know what to say. After 44 years of nearly exit only, his arse wasn’t sure what to make of the digit pressing lightly against the his opening

“Ok... I’m gonna... well...”

Lance tried not to fight the initial discomfort. He knew he needed to relax his body, but his boner had already gone soft as his body went “what the actual fuck do you think you’re doing to me”. Feeling Keith’s finger in him was odd, more so when he moved it. It was kind of unpleasant, yet Lance was also feeling those cramps of need starting to build. Nervous over all of this, he wanted that feeling to build. He wanted that to strip away his fears

“Does... it feels alright?”

“Mhmm...”

Nope. It didn’t. But this was Keith. He wanted this with Keith. It wasn’t the romantic hotel room for the night, buuuuut, maybe it was better this way. They were in a safe place. Keith knew this was safe place. Once the initial awkwardness passed, they’d have gotten their first super clumsy time out the way.

Two fingers felt weirder. Keith sounded as if he was really getting into it. His breath catching, as he watched his fingers moving in and out against his sweet spot, sending conflicting feelings through his body. He wasn’t fond of the intrusion, but that spot... felt amazing. Flipping the cap, cold lube drizzled over his arse made him suck in a breath

“Lance?”

“‘m okay... cold”

“Okay”

Keith asking him if he was okay made Lance fall in love with Keith all over again. Reassured he was okay, Keith’s movements grew bolder, Lance shorting out mentally. His heat was getting it now, teeth elongating, as that discomfort finally got the hint to fuck off.

When Keith moved onto three fingers, Lance felt like his arse was being split in two. Head shooting up. Eyes wide. A whole lot of “nope” from his arse, with a whole lot of “yes” from his sweet spot

“Lance?”

Gritting his teeth, he was going to get through this

“Don’t stop”

“You’re really tense... if it hurts...”

“Don’t stop. It’s okay... just... fuck...”

“We don’t...”

“Keith, it’s okay... keep going”

“I don’t want you hurt”

“You’re not hurting me...”

“Okay... um... this is really hot watching... my fingers... in you”

Lance bit back his groan at Keith enjoying watching himself fingering him. He wanted his boyfriend to feel good... He wanted to feel good. Never sticking anything up there mid heat, and touching himself there was different to what he’d tried to train his body to be used to. Now he was getting what his ego craved, everything felt almost too much.

By some small miracle, Keith stretched him enough that the burn had subsided. His heat smacking him as Keith’s fingers slid from inside him. Being full felt weird, being empty felt... empty to a painful degree

“Babe?”

“I want it”

“Let me know if I need to stop”

Keith should have been high on his scent like every other time. His boyfriend fighting the pheromones in the room to put his well-being first. Feeling overly emotional, this wasn’t how Lance wanted to do the next bit. He wanted to see Keith. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and kiss him. Feeling Keith rubbing against him, Lance needed to tell Keith that

“Wait... I want to see your face”

Keith was patient as Lance turned back over and shimmied down the bed. He didn’t feel terribly sexy, but he did feel a whole lot better facing his boyfriend. Reaching out with both hands, he cupped Keith’s face

“Okay... I’m ready”

“If I mess up...”

Lance smiled softly, it was kind of a given they would stuff up somehow

“It’ll still be okay because it’s you”

Keith nuzzled into his palm

“I’m nervous”

“Me too. But I want this with you. Now ravage me”

Keith snorted, pressing a kiss to Lance’s hand

“I’ll try”

“Then let’s do this”

Keith slipped twice as he tried to press into Lance’s wet heat. Third time lucky had Lance’s back arching as he gasped, semi trying to shoot up the bed to escape the feeling, while simultaneously trying to shoot you the bed and ruin this for both of them. Maybe Curtis had been onto something with the suggestion of toys. Slowly burning himself balls deep, Lance had his eyes scrunched up, breathing out the window, that jolt from being filled sent specks of red across his eyelids

“Babe?”

“Gimme a sec”

“This isn’t going to work”

The slow drag of Keith’s dick made Lance gasp. They’d made it this far

“Don’t pull out!”

“Wha...”

“Just... move slowly... and kiss me”

Keith’s rhythm took a while to find. Stuttered and clumsy, his boyfriend tried to hold back, his kisses making up for any loss in technique, even if Lance was near bent into two so Keith could reach his lips. Hyper focused on each movement, his heat simmered in the background, letting him focus too much on what Keith was doing to him... all of it adding up, but not quite enough to push him over the edge and into that orgasmic high. It wasn’t an “oh Jesus” moment when Keith came, a whinied kind of grunt forced from Keith’s nose, as his body tensed, pushing down on Lance with what felt like was full weight. Being caged by Keith felt good. Like the moment was protected from the outside world and those who’d disapprove of them being together. Riding out the last of his orgasm, Keith’s lips crashed into his, blood spilling across Lance’s gums, in a way that made him want more. Gradually the kiss ended, Keith panting against his lips

“Did you come?”

“Not yet...”

His boyfriend looked disappointed

“But, this was our first. And that makes me happy”

“You didn’t come”

Keith went to pull out, Lance clenching around him

“Don’t... let me get off having you in me”

Keith didn’t seem sure

“Sit back... I’m close”

He was. His arse was throbbing like mad, his body so close to coming that he barely had to jerk himself off before he finally came across his stomach. Keith’s eyes were like a hungry predator as Lance’s damn near rolled back in his head. Slumping back, Lance’s legs shook like crazy, hand still wrapped around his dick as he milked the last drops from his spent dick

“I could watch you do that all day”

Blushing, Lance couldn’t deal with the praise

“I could have you fuck me all day”

Keith pursed his lips, Lance would have kicked himself if he didn’t feel so satisfied

“I don’t... was it bad?”

“No. No. Babe, trust me. It was weird, but it wasn’t bad”

“Weird good?”

“Weird verging on next time I’m gonna come so fucking hard”

“So it was okay?”

“Very okay. And you’re very okay. Pretty good for two virgins, if I say so myself”

That made Keith smile. Fuck. It should be illegal to be that cute

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit... but that’s because we haven’t done it enough... I’m very much okay with this”

“Good... I thought...”

“You thought because I didn’t come it was bad. It wasn’t bad. But we did make a mess”

Suddenly Keith’s eyes were going wide

“The puppy! Shit... we forgot about the puppy!”

Listening out, he could hear Shiro worrying about what was taking them so long. So much for enjoying some post sex snuggling

“It’s okay... I’ll tell them I needed something... but are you okay?”

Keith nodded, worrying his bottom lip before replying

“It... you feel good”

With the way his arse was throbbing, he’d hope Keith felt good

“I’ll take the compliment. And I’ll take round two later. For now we need to clean up. You’ve got blood on your face”

“You’ve got more on yours”

“But I’m a vampire, I’m used to it. Blood tastes gross to you humans”

“So you’re fine with my blood?”

Keith had got him there. Maybe he was a little too fine with Keith’s blood, which wasn’t what he wanted to be

“Kissing blood is okay, drinking not so. Now, are you going to pull out? Or is this a new thing we’re trying”

“No... I’m... I forgot...”

“You forgot you were still inside me?”

“You distracted me by jerking off”

“Ugh. Right. Totally blame me. I see how it’s gonna be now”

Keith missed the joke

“How what’s going to be?”

“Never mind. We need to take a shower”

Keith’s after care with almost too much. Sure, Lance’s knees buckled when he went to get out of bed, but now his boyfriend was hovering. Not in the mood to cook, he’d sent Curtis and Shiro to pick up pizza, while Keith fed his puppy. Shiro gave him a look that pretty much told him he knew what they’d been up to, but Keith insisted Lance was being paranoid.

Blue was no impressed by their new family member, hissing no smacking the puppy on the nose when got to close to her. Lance was now curled up on the sofa with Blue in his lap, while Keith was laying on the floor, playing with his puppy. Through Curtis they’d been told the others were in Platt watching a movie, which gave Lance and Keith pretty much the whole house to themselves... if you ignored the other two hunters. Scratching Blue’s head, he was off in his own world. He’d had sex with Keith and now he couldn’t stop thinking about the next time... And the fact his heat had been weird. He’d had too much brain power. His heat had been weird. It’d edged in, taken some of the edge off, but not stripped away his inhibitions. He’d felt the start of need, then the loss of Keith’s fingers... but he’d been amazingly clear headed and it was weird. He hadn’t blurted out the things he wanted Keith to do to him... and he hadn’t lost control... his ego hadn’t come into it.

Sitting down beside him, Keith drew him back of out his thoughts, as did Blue clawing him in her rush to escape the puppy in his boyfriend’s lap

“Are you okay? It seemed pretty hard on your body”

Keith had asked thing in the shower. In the bedroom as he tried to pester him into accepting help drying and dressing. In the kitchen... and now again. The shower had been nice, Keith washed his hair for him, and his legs, and his arse... and held him when Lance couldn’t be bothered getting out the shower. He wasn’t even that sore anymore, just throbby... and dying for snuggles with his boyfriend. Snuggles because his boyfriend wanted to, not because he felt he’d broken Lance’s arse.

Sometimes you just have to cuddle the man yourself. Drawing his legs up, Lance wrapped his arm around Keith, resting his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder

“I’m okay. I was just thinking about how weird it was”

“You... didn’t like it?”

Using his right hand, Lance let their new puppy chew at his fingertips, wanting to bond with the little pup, and the comfort that having a pet brought

“It isn’t that. My body was weird. It was like my heat was there, but it wasn’t there and it felt calmer. Like I could focus on you and wasn’t all foggy, but it was still there. I don’t know if I’m making sense. It was weird. But you weren’t what made it weird”

“Is that why you didn’t come?”

“No. I’ve been pretty much all about “exit only” down there. I’m already thinking about the next time”

Keith kissed his hair

“As long as you’re okay”

“I was okay in the bathroom, I was okay getting dressed, I’ve been okay sitting on the sofa patting Blue. I’m okay, babe. I might just hit you in the dick if you ask again”

“I thought maybe it... it wasn’t special enough”

Nuzzling Keith’s shoulder, Lance felt all silly with love again

“I think I liked being here better than any rich hotel room. Figuring out things with you, when we’re in a safe place, that’s all I could ask for”

“I’ll do better next time”

“It’s not something you have to get better at. It’s something that’ll get better as we work out what we both like”

“It still looked like it hurt”

“Well, little Keith is pretty manly... I’m still really confused about my heat”

“Do you think that’s why Coran suggested something physical like that because it keeps to clear headed?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know how to explain it to you. But I’m glad I could focus on you. Without my body being stupid”

“It’s you’re head that’s stupid, not your body”

“Did you just call me a “Stupid Head”?”

“Maybe”

Hit by an infamous boyfriend burn, Lance pouted, faking his hurt tone

“Babe, I’m wounded. Absolutely wounded. How could you say that in front of our fur son?”

Keith smiled at the puppy affectionately

“It’s not my fault he’s got big ears”

The puppy cocked his head. Playing with Keith had worn him out, his tail flicking lazily as he huffed and dropped his head back down again

“You’re going to give him a complex. Baby boy, your ears are perfect”

“He is kind of perfect. Thank you...”

Lance hummed happily. For the first time since his Mami got sick, he was actually truly happy and it was all thanks to Keith

“You’re welcome. Now where’s my pizza, Shiro and Curtis are taking forever”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid

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