#it was definently the eyebrows lmao

[amaranthdahlia]

also, fun fact the reason why my interest in jayvik/arcane sparked in the first place bc the moment i saw jayce from the season 2 intro (and i have 0 knowledge of arcane before this) and i immediately thought: this is literally how i picture/hc kudou would look like. what the fuck

[fereldanwench]

so instagram reels has been funneling a bunch of makeup videos at me lately (which admittedly is a step up from the aging-millennial existential crises videos i started to get out of nowhere--you trying to tell me something, insta? lmao)

and uhhhh if eyebrow blindness was the defining trait of the mid-2010s makeup trends, blush blindness is gonna claim this era

[dreamauri]

If reqs are open we get some more Oscar one shots?? just binged them all lmao 🙏🏻🙏🏻

♪ — 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞 oscar piastri x girlfriend! reader ( fluff ) fic summary . . . Oscar Piastri might seem like a stoic Kimi R reincarnation but really, he's a sweetheart who carries you so you don't sand in your shoes (549 words)

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The sky is painted in soft shades of pink and orange, the kind of sunset that makes everything feel a little bit dreamlike. The waves roll onto the shore in a lazy rhythm, brushing against the sand with a whisper. It’s the kind of evening that begs for long walks and quiet confessions, but instead, you find yourself cradled in Oscar’s arms, held securely against his chest.

“You know, I could walk,” you point out, but you make no effort to move.

Oscar glances down at you, his expression neutral but his grip tightening just the slightest bit. “You didn’t want sand in your shoes.”

You huff, both amused and endeared. “That was, like, ten minutes ago. I didn’t think you’d actually carry me the whole time.”

He shrugs, adjusting his hold effortlessly. “Not a big deal.”

But it is, in the way that matters. In the way he does things for you without a second thought, never making a fuss about it. You rest your head against his shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of salt and sunscreen clinging to his skin. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing is as steady as the waves.

Eventually, he slows to a stop, setting you down carefully on a patch of sand untouched by the tide. His hands linger for a fraction of a second before he lets go. “Better?”

You nod, slipping off your shoes and wiggling your toes into the cool, damp sand. “Much.”

He watches you for a moment, his lips barely twitching in what might be the ghost of a smile, then extends his hand. You take it without hesitation, fingers fitting perfectly between his as you step toward the water’s edge.

The tide kisses your ankles, cool and refreshing. You hum in contentment, swinging your intertwined hands slightly as you start talking—about anything and everything. About how the sunset reminds you of a painting you once saw, about the funniest thing that happened at work last week, about how you read somewhere that seagulls mate for life and isn’t that kind of sweet?

Oscar doesn’t say much, but he listens. He always listens. His thumb moves idly over the back of your hand, grounding you in the moment. Every now and then, he hums in acknowledgment or squeezes your fingers lightly, little signs that he’s with you, that he’s absorbing every word.

After a while, you stop, tilting your head up to look at him. The golden light of the sunset softens his features, his brown eyes reflecting the sky’s fading hues. “You’re quiet.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I usually am.”

You roll your eyes, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. “Yeah, but…what are you thinking about?”

He’s silent for a beat, then, with that same quiet certainty that defines him, he says, “You talk a lot.”

You open your mouth, ready to protest, but he beats you to it, his fingers tightening around yours. “I like it.”

The words are simple, but they settle warm in your chest, spreading through you like the tide coming in. You smile, squeezing his hand in return. “Good. Because I’m not stopping.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

And so you keep talking, and he keeps listening, walking side by side as the ocean sways in time with your laughter.

[mariasont]

My Assistant - A.H

a/n: im a little addicted to bimbo reader rn if you can't tell lmao

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you can't reach a book so hotch helps you out

warnings: none? fluff, reader climbing a fucking book shelf and for what

wc: 0.8k

"Oh, biscuits!" 

It was a ridiculous thing to say, but frankly you didn't care. You were on your tiptoes, chest flush against a bookshelf. Spencer had asked for a book for the case they were working, and naturally, it was nestled on the top shelf.

Balancing precariously on your stilettos, you stretched as tall as you possibly could, your fingers skimming the spine that was an inch too far away.

You shifted your weight back onto your heels, planting your hands firmly on your hips as you considered the stubborn object just out of reach. Sure, Spencer would grab the book without hesitation if asked, and he'd do so with a smile, but you really liked feeling useful.

For over a year, you've been the one at Mr. Hotchner's beck and call--fetching coffee, filing papers, and attending to, basically, his every need (not the one you wanted though). To others, it might seem trivial, but you really liked it. Well, you really liked him. 

At first, you were intimidated--how could you not? He had a reputation. You heard the stories--a man who never smiled, his ever-serious nature, and Penelope's not so family friendly description of his sternness was enough to unsettle anyone.

But you considered his reputed severity to just be part of his charm, he was far from the figure others painted him as. He was a good boss, always fair, never once raising his voice at you or demanding too much. In your eyes, he was perfect. You might be biased. 

The idea of climbing the shelf was a gamble, especially in these shoes, and it seemed almost certain to end with a less-than-elegant fall. Still, you couldn't resist the challenge and hoisted yourself up anyway, the shelf wobbling perilously as you did so. 

You pressed on, climbing higher, the wood's groans of protest falling on deaf ears. If this was how you were going down, so be it.

"Almost there," you muttered to yourself, straining every muscle in your arm, you were sure.

And just as you almost had the book, your balance faltered and then found new footing, the sensation of falling dissipating. In its place, you found your ass delicately perched, nearly seated on someone's broad shoulder.

You honestly didn't even need to look to know who it was--embarrassingly enough--you had basically memorized the feeling of Hotch's hands. Though they had never been wrapped around your legs like they were now. His grip was warm and strong, sparking a wave of electricity that rippled through your whole body.

"Got it!" you cried out, your victory fist pump nearly launching you from Hotch's shoulder. But his hold on your thighs clamped tighter, securing you in place. "Thanks, sir."

You angled your head downward, locking gazes with Hotch--his eyes a rich blend of ember and molten chocolate that you really liked looking at.

His eyebrows were arched in a silent question on his well-defined face as if he really couldn't believe what you were doing. 

"Careful," Hotch murmured, his hands lowering you to the ground. There was a fleeting brush against your ass, surely accidental, yet it sparked a flurry of butterflies swirling in the pit of your stomach. "In the future, just ask. I wouldn't want you hurt over something as trivial as a book."

"Oh, don't you worry about me, sir. I'm like, practically a pro at rock climbing when I'm not here." you said, letting out a bubbly giggle.

He regarded you with a look that was equal parts amusement and disbelief, clearly not convinced.

"Okay, not really, but wouldn't that be cool?"

"Well, rock climber or not, let's keep those feet on the ground, please," Hotch remarked, the slightest quirk of his mouth suggesting a suppressed smile. "It's less of a fall from there."

"Sure thing, sir!" you beamed, popping off a silly salute, noting his struggle not to roll his eyes. "But I did get the book, so it all worked out in the end, right?"

With a gentle nudge on your lower back, Hotch directed you towards the conference room.

"Yes, it did, but for future reference, Spencer's height makes him more capable of reaching those books himself."

You couldn't help the blush that colored your face, and you managed a flustered smile.

"Well, I mean, it is what I get paid to do, sir."

"No, you get paid to do my bidding, not Spencer's," he teases, giving a gentle squeeze to your side.

Your laughter rang out, a bit too high, a bit too bright, as his touch sent a delightful vertigo spiraling through you. 

"Well, yeah, okay, that's fair. But it's been pretty light on the to-do list from you today."

"And you're complaining about that?"

With the conference room in sight, you pretended to lock your lips and throw away the key.

A rare laugh rumbled through his chest, and you felt your knees buckle, you were sure you could have melted into a puddle right there and then. It was such a beautiful sound, and you desperately wanted to become familiar with it.

Spencer emerged from the conference room, his eyes landing on the book in your hands. "Is that The Selfish Gene?"

Hotch took the book from you, handing it to Spencer with a firm look. "Reid, I'd appreciate it if you didn't recruit my assistant for your library runs."

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna

[obsesssedblerd]

18 with Gojo and my life is YOURS 🤭

#18: “Were you watching me just now?” 

[18+ content below, MDNI]

pairing: satoru gojo x f! reader

contains: smut, reader catching gojo masturbating, cowgirl, office sex, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, gojo being cocky, a bit of crack bc reader is slightly unserious lol, use of pet names (pretty girl)

likes, reblogs and comments appreciated <3 

a/n: prompt edited slightly bc gojo is gojo lol. also, y’all know that one meme that goes something like “i be like “fuck him” and then end up actually fucking him”? lmao yeah.

— — — — 

You hated working long hours, but the amount of curses that have been spotted in Tokyo during the last few weeks have given you, your colleagues and the students plenty to do.

With Suguru Geto keeping a close eye on the first-years as they complete their mission, and Kento Nanami doing the same for the second-years, that leaves you alone at the school late at night, silently completing some paperwork. 

Well, you thought you were alone. 

You walk through the empty halls of Jujutsu Tech, thumbing through some files that Yaga accidentally left you. They actually belong to the colleague that you thought about way more than you should; Satoru Gojo. As you approach his office, your steps slow as you raise an eyebrow in confusion. 

The sliding door is slightly cracked, and the light is on. You know that he works the most out of everyone here, however, it’s your first time seeing him at the school so late. It’s nearly midnight. You’re about to call out his name, but stop when you hear it—the soft exhale, almost like a blissful sigh. Curious, you peek through the crack in the door, and your eyes widen at the sight in front you. 

Satoru Gojo is fully leaned back in his chair with an arm tucked behind his head, his shirt raised just enough to expose his chiseled abs, and his pants are unbuttoned. Your eyes drift lower, and heat rises to your face when you see him stroking his cock. You know it’s wrong, and you know that you should look away, however, you can’t. 

The matching jacket to his uniform isn’t anywhere to be found, and he’s wearing a dark shirt, which is just a little bit tight since his muscles bulge with every movement. You’ve worked alongside him for two years, but this is your first time seeing just how defined and strong his body is. His cock is long and thick, and a small part of you feels jealous of his hand, wishing that you were the one touching and stroking. 

Your stomach flips. Fuck, what are you thinking?

Satoru’s head tilts back a bit to settle against his arm, and he lets out a deep, barely-audible groan as he continues to relieve himself. The sound of it makes your body grow warm. Though his blindfold is on, you can tell that his eyes are shut. You notice an earbud in one of his ears, however, his phone is face down on the desk next to him. Not watching something, but listening to something. You never thought that he’d be the type to prefer audio over visual porn. 

His chest rises and falls with each quiet breath, and you wonder if he does this whenever the school is empty and he just has a few minutes to himself. Since he’s the main one constantly handling difficult missions, meetings with the higher-ups and training the students, you assumed that he barely had time for anything else. Being the strongest sorcerer seems far too intense. The work, teaching the next generation, dealing with the Limitless technique and the Six Eyes, being the one who—

Your heart drops when you suddenly remember. Six Eyes. Six Eyes. There’s absolutely no way he doesn’t know that you’re there right now. 

You quietly turn around and walk down the hall as quietly as you can back to your office, absolutely hating yourself for staying as long as you did.  

Not even two minutes go by until you’re thinking about Satoru in his office again. You exhale and continue writing reports, desperately trying to ignore the slight ache between your thighs. On your desk, your phone begins to vibrate. You think it’s Suguru Geto with an update, but it’s not. 

It’s him. 

You take a few seconds to contemplate your next move, then end up picking up the phone, keeping your voice as level as possible. “Hello? It’s late.” 

“Like what you saw?” Satoru asks smugly. You can tell he’s grinning slyly. He knows.

You attempt to save yourself anyway. “Huh?” 

“Don’t “huh” me, you were watching me just now,” he replies in a low voice. “Didn’t know our pretty, quiet sorcerer was such a pervert. So, I’ll ask again: Like what you saw?” 

“...I didn’t mean to stare,” you say after a few beats of silence. “What kind of person does that with the door open anyway??” 

“I pissed Nanami off last month and he slammed my door pretty hard. It hasn’t been able to close all the way ever since.” When you go quiet again, Satoru chuckles teasingly. “You still haven’t answered my question.” 

You scoff. “What if I told you that I wasn’t going to answer that?” 

“Oh, I know the answer, pretty girl,” he purrs, and the nickname makes your stomach flutter. “I was just giving you the opportunity to use your words and admit that you want me. You’re kinda bad at hiding your little crush, y’know.” 

You flusteredly fumble over your words, and Satoru continues talking before you can form a complete sentence. “These last few weeks have been rough on you too, and I’m certain that you can also use a bit of relief. It’s just us here. No one will know.” 

“And if I told you no?” You ask with a small, questioning hum. “Would you go back to listening to your porn?” 

“Too bad we won’t find out, because you and I both know that you’re coming back here.” 

The smugness in his voice makes you grit your teeth. “Cocky asshole.”

“Mhm. See you in a bit.”

 He hangs up the phone, and you scoff, practically tossing the device back onto your desk. You readjust yourself in your seat, try to think past the surge of lust and remember where you were in your reports before he called. He’s so unbelievably frustrating, so arrogant, so not someone you should want. 

“Fuck him,” you grumble to yourself as you continue writing. 

—

“Ohhh god. Shit,” Satoru hisses through his teeth as his hands grip your waist. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You truly don’t know how you ended up here. One moment, you’re writing reports, and the next, you’re back in Satoru’s office, kissing him as hard as you could so you wouldn’t hear any sarcastic and smug comments from him before shoving him back into his chair and riding him. His cock feels bigger than it looks, and it reaches so deep that every movement strikes your weak spot. The floor of Satoru’s office is littered with your clothing, and you’re beyond thankful that no one else is in the building, because you’re certain that your sultry moans can be heard from anywhere. 

Satoru trails open-mouth kisses along your chest, then sucks yet another mark onto one of your tits. You run your hands through his hair, then hold his shoulders to steady yourself as you continue bouncing on his cock, relishing the feeling of his skin without his infinity. You’re finally touching him, and it feels incredible. 

He notices the way your hands can’t get enough of him, and he smirks up at you, his cerulean eyes light with amusement. “So much better than staring, hm? You’re— Mmm…” He groans pleasurably when you cut off his words by kissing him again.

“Shut up,” you sharply tell him in between kisses. “You talk too fucking much.” 

“And you love it. You’re fucking soaked,” he retorts, and when he notices your movements begin to slow, he readjusts his grip on your waists and assists you, moving you up and down on his cock. Your mouth falls open when he changes the pace, fucking you a bit faster. “And close, too,” he notes, smiling when your pussy begins to twitch around his cock. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum for me?” 

You nod rapidly, and he brings one hand to where your bodies are joined together and begins rubbing your clit to get you to finish faster. You cry out as you climax, and your orgasm immediately triggers his. Satoru curses, and you feel his cock spasm as his cum spills deep within you. Heat floods your face at the feeling. It’s the first time anyone’s ever cum inside of you before, and you like it. A lot. You relax against him, and he wraps his arms around you, his cock still inside of you. Both of you stay like that as you and him catch your breath. 

Once you’re ready, you finally lift yourself off of his cock, both of you lightly gasping and hissing at the sensitivity. You feel his warm cum begin to drip out. There’s so much of it. 

“You should work late more often,” Satoru jokes lightly to break the silence, and you look at the sorcerer. He’s staring up at you, smirking, his white hair messy and his eyes soft. “I like how loud you are.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes, but your heart pounds at his shameless confession. You swipe his phone up from your desk and wave it in front of him. “And you should stop watching porn at work.” 

“I don’t watch. I like to imagine. I pick a video where the pornstar’s moans are similar to what I imagined what you’d sound like, then go from there,” he says simply.

Your eyes widen in shock. “Wait—you’ve been imagining me?” 

“For a while, yeah,” he replies, tapping your thighs once to gesture that he’s moving, and you stand up next to his desk so he can do so. He also stands up, and that’s when you notice that he’s still hard. “You sound way sexier than I imagined,” he tells you. “Everything about you is way better than I imagined.” 

He stands behind you, slightly leaning forward and placing one of his hands on the desk in front of you. His other hand gently lands on your waist. “Like I said earlier, it’s just us here, and I’m nowhere near done making you scream,” he whispers in your ear. “Bend over.”

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[geneticautist]

Okay bored and Box made me talk abt my Dirk so I‘m gonna share some info on my Dirk and Bro (except hes just dirk but older instead of dave‘s bro)

Okay, My Dirk is either 17 to 20 in my art

I generally will keep aging him up to match my age too (as youve seen when I was his age (i joined the homestuck community at 16) i drew him the way hes portrayed in homestuck)

so if im still a homestuck when im over 20 you‘ll see LMFAOO

unless otherwise stated (like in my babysitting adventures series)

He has one eyebrow piercing which I always forget to draw LMAO

his haircuts r always messy or i draw him with overgrown hair

he also still has a bit of baby fat to his face which is why idk if u guys noticed but i draw him w more of a baby face compared to jake and the others (projection BUT my face is getting more defined hehehehehe guysss im growing)

Also my Dirk has an accent in my head (I switch from southern to german in my head ahahah)

I very much gave him my body except his chest is smaller (slams fist to table in agony)

he stares a lot bc yo seeing other humans!! hello!!! im also projecting my own fascination w observing other humans bc im weird

and ofc my dirk is trans in all my art soz idc 😵‍💫

Okay thats it for him, if you have more questions ask in inbox

„Bro“ Older Dirk 27-32

why end at 32 bc i cant imagine myself older than that lmfaoo

ok first baby fat is gone also generally more sunken face cuz i gave him an eating disorder hes in denial of and also cuz of substance abuse

he a junkorexic imo

but eventually inbetween those ages he switches to those protein freaks but instead of natural proteins he lives off of protein bars and powders (erm dude what abt other nutrients bozo)

he has scarring from previous eyebrow piercing, got another one on other eyebrow

he does not bother w his hair, I decided for it to be that type of greasy hair that sticks to his forehead he also rarely cuts his hair or gets it cut cuz i made him lack awareness of the state of his appearance

also projection of fear of looking at himself too long cuz detachment to physical appearance

ah right stretched ear lobe piercing cuz i think its cool

u dont see it here but he probs has gum disease LMFAOOO

if more questions ask in inbox or share own headcanons u think id be interested in

cuz theres more headcanons but i only wanna talk if mention of such topics

Anyways they both have bpd younger dirk untreated and older one somewhat treated (doesnt put too much mind to it, decides to isolate as he thinks its whats best)

[yeowangies]

Charm

PAIRING: Jiraiya/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Established Relationship, Stripping, Handjob WORDCOUNT: 1246

Summary:

“Come on, baby, take off your clothes for me.” You pleaded, batting your eyelashes, looking up at him with starry eyes. 

Notes:

KINKTOBER DAY 13: STRIPPING

This was @dreadsuitsamus idea, i enjoyed writing this more than i thought since it's more on the funny, goofy side lmao

@actuallysaiyan

divider by @/cafekitsune

“Are you telling me you didn’t learn anything about all the stripteases you got from other women?” You asked Jiraiya as you lounged on the couch, staring at him quizzically. “From me?”

Jiraiya scoffed when you emphasized your last words, averting his eyes towards the ceiling.

“You make it sound like I’ve been around strippers since I was born.” 

He had the audacity to pout, and you arched an eyebrow as impossibly high as you could. He noticed, obviously, and rolled his eyes in response.

“Okay, well, it’s not like I was paying that close attention to the moves.” Jiraiya paused when he noticed the way your eyes popped open in disbelief, and rerouted quickly. “Not that kind of attention, at least! Are you looking for an argument?!”

“I just asked you if you could take off your clothes for me! I do it for you all the time, I don’t know what’s the issue.”

“I’m a man!”

“And I’m a woman.” You countered with a frown. 

“I’m an old man.” Jiraiya replied, and you noticed his shoulders drooping a little. 

Weird. You didn’t think he’d care so much. 

“Jiraiya, you’re the hottest old man.” You complimented him with a smile. “Have you seen yourself? You have abs, for fuck’s sake!”

When a wide grin popped in his face, you realized he might have been faking, or at the very least, overstressing his insecurities. You thought you complimented him enough, but you might need to work more on your praises for your lover from now on. 

And the opportunity was then and there, as you reached for him, tugging at his clothes. 

“Come on, baby, take off your clothes for me.” You pleaded, batting your eyelashes, looking up at him with starry eyes. 

Jiraiya rarely blushed, and you treasured moments like those when it happened. He smiled, smug and shy, making your heart flutter, as he took a few steps back. 

“I could never say no to a pretty girl.” He said, running his hands over his haori. “Especially my pretty girl.”

You grinned, pleased with the compliment, and focused on his every move. 

He urgently kicked off his sandals, and it was difficult to keep a straight face after that; Jiraiya was trying to be sexy, and you had to bite your lips from snickering. His haori was the first piece of clothing to go, he dropped it on the floor before untying his kimono. He opened it as if he was flashing you, which made you burst out laughing. 

“You’re trying to make me laugh on purpose!” You accused him between giggles. 

“It’s not my fault you can’t handle my charm.” Jiraiya grinned, throwing his kimono onto the couch.

“Oh honey, I handle your charm every single day.” 

You eyed him more carefully when he started pulling off his mesh armor. It was insane how hot he was; you couldn’t even say that you had a preference for men with defined muscles, but it was so enticing to have someone like him, with so much strength, all for yourself. You bit your bottom lip, not because you were tempted to laugh this time, but because you were so excited to touch him. 

You sank into the couch, pressing your legs together to alleviate your growing arousal as Jiraiya undid the belt of his pants. It was a stark contrast that such a hot man could be so goofy; he started swaying his hips as he let his pants fall down to the floor, you couldn’t help but chortle.

“Are you gonna keep laughing at me, kid?” Jiraiya asked, faking offense.

“You’re doing it on purpose.” You repeated, covering your mouth as you tried to swallow your giggles. Your eyes, however, were scanning all the naked glory of your lover; the only thing in the way now was his underwear. 

“Maybe I’ll just put my clothes back on, then.” He said, earning an incredulous look from you. “If you laugh when I take off my underwear, then I’m putting my clothes back on!”

You stifled a giggle, and expectantly gazed at him. 

His cock was already half hard when got rid of his last piece of clothing, making your mouth water at the sight. It never failed to surprise you how big he was, obviously commensurable to the rest of him. 

Jiraiya, completely proud of himself, approached you until he stood only a few inches away, grinning as if he had won the lottery. 

“Guess it’s not so funny anymore, huh?” He asked, smug, as you reached for his hand to pull him closer.

He followed your wish, getting on top of you as you laid on the couch. He kissed you with urgency, not giving you a second to even reply to his cheeky comment, making you smile against his lips. You return the same intensity of his kiss by wrapping your hand around his cock, squeezing it with purpose as he groaned. 

“Oh, fuck, baby…” Jiraiya grunted once you started stroking him, skipping the slow pace for a steady yet hard rhythm. 

“Want me to stop?” 

“No!” 

You snickered against his lips, running your thumb over the head, pressing against the slit. Jiraiya moaned desperately, making your heart flutter and the skin between your legs pulse with desire. For such a huge man, he was so willing to submit to you; he’d do anything for just one taste of your affection, even if that meant you were going to give him only handjobs from then on (You weren’t, but you like having the upper hand sometimes).

Rotating your hand with forceful tugs, you kept up the pace you had set, the precum leaking from the tip making the slide easier and creating obscene noises that just made you even more wet, your shorts must have been drenched by then. You wrapped an arm around his neck, kissing his lips even when he was barely kissing you back, too busy groaning and rutting his hips into your fist. 

“You’re so desperate and I’m just using my hand.” You teased him, smiling cheerily as you twisted your hand over his dick. 

“You’re making fun of me?” Jiraiya asked with a breathy laugh, choking back a moan when you squeezed the head. 

You chuckled as you ran your tongue over his lips, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging at it just as you picked up the pace of your hand, jerking him off with the sole purpose of making him cum all over you. 

“Oh, please, please, baby, please!” Jiraiya pleaded, panting into your mouth.

His hips snapped desperately into your fist as he grunted, like an animal who was being tortured; it was funny yet arousing to reduce him to that by simply using your hand. 

His cock throbbed a few seconds later, cum spilling on your hand and shirt. Jiraiya let out a long groan, burying his face in your neck, holding onto your waist. As if he was fucking your pussy, and not your hand. 

You helped him ride out his orgasm, pressing soft kisses on his neck until the last drop of cum was milked out. He collapsed on top of you, pressing against you and making you groan. It was going to be a sticky mess on your shirt, but you didn’t mind it much at the moment, running your hand up and down his back soothingly. 

“I’m giving you a striptease every day.” Jiraiya said, making you snicker.

[leighsartworks216]

In The Moonlight

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Lowkey wrote this for @niermortem bc the Astarion hyperfixation goes hard

I've never written for Astarion before and I'm still not 100% comfortable with his speech patterns and stuff but I had to write this or I would not be able to sleep tonight. Tbh y'all are lucky he even spoke at all. I was going to have Tav shush him lmao

Warnings: Cazador, mentions of past abuse, mentions of biting, vague implications of sex, like one swear

Word Count: 1,110

Masterlist

AO3

He’s so beautiful, just like this. The moon reaches through the window and caresses his hair, turning already-bright white into pure starlight. His pale skin glows. And when the sun rises and casts beams of yellow-orange over him, it’s almost as if blood flows through him once more.

You cannot sleep. Despite how tired your body was, your mind couldn’t sit still. It pondered over the day’s events - if you made the right choices, what you could have done better, your companions - endlessly spiraling out of sleep’s embrace. And you would still have been going over these questions and concerns, if Astarion did not look so damn pretty.

He fell asleep a while ago. With a gentle kiss to your cheek and a whisper of thanks, he’d tucked one arm under his head and draped the other across your waist, and drifted off. A hint of a smile still lingered there. Creases by his mouth and eyes proving a simple joy that followed him into his dreams.

It felt wrong to watch him like this. Like studying how his curls fell across his forehead and the flicker of his eyes behind his eyelids was in some way betraying his trust. The thought alone - of ruining this beautiful foundation of trust and patience and understanding - should have been enough to have you close your eyes or turn away. And yet, something inside you yearned for more. An ache in your chest that urged you to touch him, to be closer to him.

And the urge was stronger than your perceived guilt.

Slowly, you raised a hand to his face. At first, all you did was brush the curl from his forehead. The stubborn thing only bounced right back.

Your eyes trailed from his hair to his eyebrows. So often did a crease find its way between them, pinched in frustration or confusion. Your hand followed. With the barest brush of your thumb, you smoothed out the imaginary crease. Astarion breathed in deeply - causing you to hold your own - before sighing softly. His face relaxed even more, shoulders easing into the pillows that cushioned him.

You focused next on his eyes. Deep, bloody red irises hidden behind thin lids that held so much worry and uncertainty and joy and hope. Hope. It had taken so long for the vampire to actually be optimistic about the future. He had no idea what would happen next - between Cazador and the tadpoles, there was little to be optimistic about. When you helped him, despite his original plans to manipulate and use you, he realized things did not always have such awful outcomes. Even your first encounter, with his blade to your throat, had somehow brought you here, together and warm and safe.

Despite being an elf, he had such deep bags beneath his eyes. Even the crows feet and laugh lines that appeared with his smile were unusual. He’d told you sparingly about his life under Cazador. The things he fed on, the poem carved into his back, and the horrible things he did. Undoubtedly, the lines came from that time. Barely eating enough to survive, luring people in with his charms for an uncaring master, being tortured in the dark. Yet, you couldn’t imagine Astarion without them. He was so pretty when he smiled.

You move on to his nose and his cheeks. His features are all well defined, sharp. It makes him seem dangerous, even at a first glance. Like a snake, hiding fangs behind shimmering scales.

Beckoned by the analogy, your eyes flicker to his lips. They’re so soft, despite the way he chews his bottom lip. Where before his kisses were rough, demanding, now they’re slow, careful. He no longer kisses you like he has to woo you over and get you to play his game. He kisses you like he’s savoring the last drop of wine. Even his bites are gentler, pricking your neck as carefully as he can unless you ask him nicely to be rougher.

“Too distracted to sleep, are we?”

His voice makes you jolt. You weren’t expecting his lips to move so suddenly. Nor did you realize before how your hand cupped his jaw and your thumb stroked his cheek. You can feel his smile as he chuckles.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, my dear,” he coos. “But don’t you think it’s a bit late to be admiring my features?”

You take a moment to compose yourself, urging your heart to still from the scare. Damn you for thinking so much about his mouth. Astarion is nice enough to wait and listen as you relax once more, though you continue to trace over his skin and brush the curls in front of his ears back.

“I couldn’t sleep. And you look so beautiful in the moonlight.”

He slips his arm from underneath his head as he turns into your hand, holding your wrist in place as he kisses your palm. “I appreciate it, my love. But it’s been a long and exhausting day, and we both need our beauty rest.”

Red eyes watch, half-lidded, as you smile - he loves it just as much as you love his. Before, he couldn’t care less. Now, oh the things he would do to see you happy every waking moment of the rest of your lives.

The blankets shift against each other as you move to be closer. You tuck yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his neck. You are so warm. He lets out a soft breath as he curls around you, protective and safe all at once. Slender fingers tangle carefully into the hair at the nape of your neck, keeping your head tucked away under his chin.

For so long, he charmed and manipulated people. They touched and got close to him, in ways he quickly detached himself from. For so long. It was still difficult to fathom how he sought it out with you. How he did not go through the motions of physical intimacy, how he actually wanted to be physically intimate in more ways than just sexually. How long he’d been deprived of something genuine like this. He wanted to savor every gods-forsaken minute of it.

Your warm breath fanned across his neck as you spoke. Had he been able to, it would have sent a chill down his spine.

“I love you.”

His fingers curl into your waist, grounding himself into your body as your skin gives under his fingertips. In return, you squeeze him in your hold, solidifying even more that this is real. You are real.

“I love you, too, darling.”

[ssajemilyprentiss]

In the air

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader 

Warnings: Smut, angsty-ish, reader is a bit cold/lacks emotion, Emily is a bit out of character lol (just this once), mentions of death (you know the regular cm stuff), sexual tension (or more like an attempt at it lol), curse words, eating out, vaginal fingering, nipple/breast play, dirty talk, use of pet names, degradation, praise. Let me know if i forgot something - Also MINORS DNI

Summary: When you get brought in for questioning at the FBI and they have Emily interrogate you - the tension between you is instant.

Wordcount: 2k

A/N: Um hello I guess, I’m back lol. It has been a hot minute since I both wrote and posted on here, and tbh I am a lil scared doing this again. Even tho I love posting and writing I have been so uninspired and unmotivated for so so long for some reason. But I will try to post more, can’t make any promises tho lol. 

The beginning of this has been sitting in my drafts for god knows how long and I wanted to do something with it so here I am doing it lmao

Also a reminder if it has been forgotten, english is not my first language - and I would deeply appreciate your thoughts and opinions on this, thanks besties <3

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I decided to go with Emily for this one, hope that’s fine Jas (also hope it's fine i added the smut lmao) thank you for this request and i hope this turns out the way you wanted to <3

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You let out a deep sigh, crossing your legs for what felt like the hundredth time. The dark, pale interrogation room at the FBI headquarters was freezing cold and you feel yourself getting goosebumps from the chilly atmosphere. How long had you been sitting here? An hour? Two? Who knew? No one had told you anything yet, and none of the agents who showed up and arrested you had come in. Just as you’re about to uncross your legs the door opens and a grey-haired goddess of an FBI agent steps inside the room, her commanding presence immediately taking over the room. She takes a seat across from you, not saying anything. She stares deadpanned at you but all you can think about her eyes - dark brown, almost black, and you feel how you could get lost staring into them. The next thing you see is her nose, straight and pointy - one of her defining features for sure. Your eyes move on to her lips, they are full with a hint of red - red is definitely her color. You keep staring at her lips, biting your own lower lip as you do. You sit in silence for you don’t know how long, until she breaks the silence by clearing her throat. Your eyes shoot up from her lips into her eyes once again, and you see a sly smile forming on her mouth before she starts talking:

“My name is Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, I’m a profiler with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit” she takes a breath before continuing “do you know why you’re here Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Actually I don’t” you reply, your lips forming a small smirk “but please agent, do enlighten me”

“You are here on suspicion of murder” 

“Murder?” you retort, raising an eyebrow

“Correct, murder” she replies, tossing pictures on the table - but you keep staring into her eyes. 

“Look at the pictures” she demands

You do, and see yourself in all of them - together with different women. You look up at the agent again with a blank expression. 

“Do you recognize the women in the pictures?” she asks

“Well yes I do” you reply

You point to one of them “That’s me right there” 

“‘I mean the other women” she retorts annoyed

“Oh, silly me” you chuckle “well yes I recognize them too”

“Go on” she says

“Well, as you can see I’ve met them all” 

“Doing what?”

“Do you really wanna know that, Agent Prentiss?” 

“Go on” she encourages you “What about her?” she asks, holding up one of the photos

You look at the photo for a while, it’s of you and one of the girls you had met - what was her name? Mia? Sophia?

“She was a pleasure”

“How come all the women you have met turned up dead just a few days after meeting you?” she asks, her tone accusatory 

“Don’t know” you reply, shrugging your shoulders

“This isn’t a game Y/N, people are dead” she says, venom lacing her tone

“Don’t you think I know that?” you scoff “well I didn’t kill them”

“Where were you on these dates and times?” she asks, sliding a piece of paper with them written down towards you

“Well I can tell you that on all these dates I was very busy” 

“With what?” she asks

You bite your lip again before answering “Well I was with my very good friend Izzie”

She sighs “And you were doing?”

You lean back in your chair, keeping your eyes fixed on hers as you do “You know the usual - shopping, drinking coffee, eating”

“Eating what?” she asks

You chuckle lightly “We were eating a lot of things, if you know what I mean” you say as you raise an eyebrow at her. You see how she takes a second, thinking about what you’re saying, but if your answer startles her - she doesn’t give it away. 

“To be fair Y/N” Emily sighs “I’m getting kinda tired of this” 

“Likewise” you reply, crossing your arms

Emily leans across the table, staring into your eyes. Her hands firmly gripping the table, and you imagine them gripping your body instead. You are woken from your fantasy by her hot breath right next to your ear. You feel the hairs on your arms raising and how wetness starts pooling between your legs.

“So why won’t you just tell me the truth, like a good girl” she whispers, nipping lightly at your ear

You take a sharp breath, exhaling shakily and not daring to move a muscle. 

“Tell me Y/N” she whispers again “do you want to be my good girl?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. She chuckles lightly and tuts

“None of that now, I want to hear you say it” she whispers

You whimper lightly and swallow, just as you’re about to open your mouth the door opens and you and Emily get away from each other, she sits down in her chair composing herself. You sit back in your chair, feeling out of breath. You lock eyes with a tall grumpy agent who stares deadpanned at you. 

“You’re free to go Ms. Y/L/N” he says

“What?” you ask, shocked

“You’re free to go” he repeats “your alibi checks out”

You get up from the chair and as you’re about to leave the room you stop right by Emily’s ear and whisper:

“That was fun, we should do it again sometime” 

You don’t give her time to reply, swiftly exiting the room. On the way out you feel all the other agents staring at you as you walk past them, but all you can do is smirk - thinking back at the moment you just had with Emily - and how you need to get rid of the wetness between your legs the first thing you do when you get home. 

/

The sun was shining outside the BAU, and you close your eyes taking a deep breath. You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket, picking it up you see your uber is on its way. You close your eyes and exhale once more, but before you know it someone is behind you and pushes you against the wall of the building, their hand on your throat. You feel your air supply being cut off and open your eyes in panic, and there in front of you is the grey-haired goddess of an FBI agent once more. She releases the pressure against your throat a little, but keeps her hand steady. You gasp for air as she leans towards you. 

“Listen here you little slut” she says “I don’t think you’re as innocent as you make it look, but to be honest right now I don’t give a fuck”

You don’t answer, focusing on your breathing

“But what I’m more interested in right now is to keep our little party going” she says, backing away “If you want to?”

You raise an eyebrow at her, but can tell from the look on her face that she is serious. You chuckle, looking down at your feet with a sly smile - you look up again, meeting her brown eyes and reply:

“I’d never thought you’d ask”

/ 

She pulls you inside her apartment, dragging you towards her bedroom. She pushes you against the wall once again and presses her lips against yours. You moan into her mouth as your hands caress her body, reaching her breasts. 

“Let me take your shirt off” you pant into her mouth

She pulls away and you pull her shirt over her head, and then do the same with yours. You take off her bra while she does the same with yours. She trails her kisses along your neck, and you throw your head back, giving her full access. She stops by your pulse point, sucking hard on it. You close your eyes and moan as she does, your hands finding her breasts. You start rubbing one of her nipples between your fingers, causing her to moan against your neck. She keeps trailing kisses further down on your body and reaches your breasts. She takes one of your nipples in her mouth, circling her tongue against it. 

“Holy fuck” you breathe out “keep doing that”

She chuckles lightly against your nipple before pinching it lightly with her teeth, making you yelp. 

“Lay down on the bed” she says

You obey, laying down on your back

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” she asks, smirking

You lick your lips and nod, staring up at her. 

She lowers herself, trailing kisses along your stomach down towards your pussy. You feel your clit pulsing and wetness dripping between your legs. 

“Spread those legs for me” she says, and you obey instantly “let me see that pretty pussy of yours” 

She starts kissing your inner thighs slowly, just brushing over your clit lightly when she switches from one leg to the other. 

“Please” you pant, putting your hands in her hair directing her towards your clit “Please stop teasing and fuck me”

“As you wish princess” she says and start sucking forcefully on your clit, making you moan hard of the instant pleasure she gives you

“Such a good girl” she says against your clit, and you thrust your hips forward, looking for more. She chuckles softly and starts licking up and down your slit, and she easily slips two fingers into you - thrusting them slowly. 

“Harder please” you pant “I’m gonna cum”

She picks up her pace, her thrusts becoming more determined, and your eyes starts fluttering from the overwhelming pleasure that is approaching you

“Cum for me” she husks and circle your clit once more, your orgasm washing over you like a wave of pleasure 

“Fuck” you breathe out as she starts lapping up your juices

She kiss you and you taste yourself on her tongue, and then you flip her over - with her underneath you this time

“My turn” you coo and lick your lips, pinning her wrists above her head as you caress one of her nipples with your tongue

"So perfect" you murmur "Perfect tits. Perfect ass. Perfect everything" 

You work your way down her body, kissing her 

“Please” she breathes heavily “I need you”

“Where do you need me?” you ask, kneading her breasts once more 

“Inside” she whimpers “your fingers inside”

You lick a line along her slit, tasting her wetness 

“My my” you chuckle “do I make you this wet?” 

“Yes” she groans “please just fuck me”

You slide two fingers inside of her, thrusting them slowly as you lower yourself towards her clit and take it in your mouth. She moans deeply and arches her back, and you start picking up your pace. 

“Please” she breathes “need more”

You add another finger smoothly, and let her adjust a little before you start thrusting again, and you curl your fingers at her g-spot and start circling your tongue on her clit again - feeling her walls clenching against your fingers

“Yes” she cries out “just like that, I’m cumming” 

You pick up the pace, flicking her clit harder and thrust your finger faster. 

You feel her orgasm taking over, and she cries out from pleasure. You keep thrusting, helping her ride out her orgasm. When she has calmed down you slip out your fingers and take them in your mouth, cleaning her juices from them - and you moan once again from her taste. 

The two of you crash down on the bed next to each other, panting heavily. 

“That was good” she whispers

“So fucking good” you reply and she chuckles at you, turning her head towards you

You stare into Emily’s dark brown eyes once again, the first thing you had noticed about her when she walked into that interrogation room what felt like an eternity ago. Whatever lies behind those beautiful brown eyes is one mystery you would spend your entire life solving. 

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[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 5

chapter warnings: just vinny being a menace lmao

happy monday!!! i had such a long day today so i can't wait to post this and work on editing the next chapter hehe :) also i had so much fun writing this and i think you can tell lmao

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“VIN!!! THERE’S SOMEONE ASLEEP ON YOUR COUCH!”

The sudden, panicked voice jolted you awake. You sat up too fast, blinking blearily against the morning light streaming through the windows.

Your heart pounded as you tried to make sense of what was happening, where you were and-

Who the hell was the guy standing over you, looking half-concerned and half-amused.

Before you could say anything, Vinny walked into the room, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah, I know. I asked her to stay.”

"Oh..." he nodded, a smirk creeping up on his lips, "Another one of your groupies-"

“Shut the fuck up.” 

The guy looked between the two of you, brow furrowed. Still groggy, you rubbed your eyes and frowned up at him. 

“Who the hell are you?” You asked. 

He scoffed. 

“Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?!”

Before you could respond, Vinny sighed and shook his head. 

“Y/n, this is Emil, one of my best friends and my old roommate. Emil, y/n. And yes, before you ask, she’s that y/n.”

Something shifted in Emil’s expression. He nodded, and then realisation dawned on his face, his eyes widening.

“Oh. Oh.”

You didn’t miss the way his gaze flickered over to Vinny, like he was trying to gauge his reaction. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly. 

“So, what, you guys are back together now?”

“No.” You and Vinny said at the same time.

“We’re friends.” Vin explained.

But Emil didn’t look convinced. 

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

Vinny rolled his eyes with a sigh. 

“It was late, she crashed here last night, that’s it.”

Emil made a dramatic show of nodding. 

“Right, right. And she's just wearing your shirt because...? He smirked.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“Look, it was late, I didn't want to get an uber home at three in the morning, so when Vin offered I couldn't say no! I had no other clothes with me so I borrowed his shirt- and it's not like I slept in his bed, I'm on the fucking couch!”

Emil narrowed his eyes again.

“Didn’t think I’d see the day you let her crash here, Vin. Not after everything.” Vinny shot him a warning glance, but Emil only grinned, moving past you to grab a box from the corner of the room labelled 'Emil's: DO NOT TOUCH!!!'. “Hey, relax I'm just messing with you guys. I’m just here to pick up some stuff I left behind. Didn’t realise I’d be interrupting anything.”

Vinny ignored him, turning his attention back to you. 

“You want breakfast?”

You stretched, still shaking off sleep, and nodded. 

“Yeah. That actually sounds great.”

“Cool. I’ll make something after he leaves.” He said, crossing his arms as his eyes stayed fixed on Emil.

Emil tossed something else into his box before giving you a quick once-over. 

“Well, it was nice to meet you, y/n. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” He smirked. 

“See you, Emil.” Vinny muttered.

Emil gave a lazy salute before heading for the door. 

“See you around, dude”

Once the house was quiet again, Vinny turned to you with a sigh, before raising an eyebrow. 

“So, breakfast?”

You grinned. 

“Yeah. What were you thinking?”

“Uh… I can make pancakes?”

“Do you know how to make pancakes?” You gave him a skeptical look. 

“Of course, everyone does!” Vinny scoffed, crossing his arms. 

“Uh-huh.” You smirked. “When was the last time you successfully made pancakes?”

He hesitated. 

“…Define ‘successfully.’”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you got up from the couch.

“You know what? I’m willing to risk it.” You smiled, following him out to the kitchen.

“Prepare to be wowed!”

You chuckled to yourself, leaning with your back against the counter.

“Is it weird living here by yourself now?” You asked, noticing how big the house felt for just one guy. 

“A little,” he confessed, raiding his cupboards for ingredients, “I don’t really notice it though. When I would be home Emil would usually be on tour with other bands, and when he was home I was usually touring.” 

You nodded your head, although you were listening to him, you were paying more attention to what ingredients he was getting, and what he wasn’t. As he approached the fridge, getting the milk out, he noticed the look in your eyes. 

“What am I doing wrong?” He asked, trying to hide the smile creeping up on his lips. 

“Where are the eggs?” 

“Well,” Vin quickly reached back into the fridge, “I was just getting them!” 

You smirked as Vinny held up the carton of eggs like he’d meant to grab them all along. 

“Uh-huh,” you teased. “And what about the flour?”

“Flour…”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. 

“Yeah, you know, kind of an important ingredient for pancakes., Vin”

Vinny turned back to the cupboards, muttering something under his breath as he rummaged through them. 

“I have flour… somewhere.”

You crossed your arms, watching him struggle. 

“Are you sure about that?”

“Okay, maybe I don’t,” he admitted, spinning around to face you. “But in my defence, I haven’t made pancakes since…” He paused, squinting as he tried to remember. “…Maybe ever?”

You let out a dramatic sigh, walking past him, taking over the ingredients hunt. Sure enough, tucked in the back of the cupboard behind stacks of pop tarts, was a bag of flour. 

“Found it!” You held it up triumphantly.

Vinny scoffed, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. 

“Alright, so what do we do now?"

You pointed at the mixing bowl. 

“Crack two eggs in there, and please don’t get shells in it.”

Vinny cracked the first egg easily, but the second one cracked awkwardly, sending a tiny piece of shell into the bowl.

“Vin-"

“…That didn't happen!"

You rolled your eyes, fishing the shell out before instructing him to measure the milk.

Vinny grabbed the measuring cup and poured with intense concentration. But the moment he looked away to say something to you, a little more milk splashed over the edge.

“Vinny!”

“It’s fine!” He defended. 

You wiped the spill with a sigh. 

“You’re a menace.”

He beamed. 

“Thank you.”

As you mixed the batter, Vinny dipped a finger in and tasted it. His face scrunched up immediately. 

“Ugh. This tastes terrible.”

You swatted at his hand. 

“That’s because it’s not cooked, you idiot.”

“I thought pancakes are supposed to be sweet, though. Should we add sugar?”

...You had forgotten about sugar.

“Not a bad idea, actually.”

“See? I do know what I'm doing.” Vinny grinned.

“You got eggshell in it, and added too much milk.”

He shrugged.

“Hey, Chef Gordon has probably done the same!”

"Maybe, but Gordon Ramsey wouldn't have eaten the raw batter."

Shaking your head with a laugh, you handed him a whisk. 

“Alright, mix it properly while I find the pan.”

As you turned on the stove, Vinny stirred the batter- exaggerating his movements as he aggressively mixed the ingredients together.

Once it was ready, you poured the first pancake into the pan, smiling contently as you watched the batter spread into a perfect circle. Vinny leaned in, inspecting it. 

“How do we know when to flip it?”

“The little bubbles will form on top.”

Vinny nodded seriously, watching intently. The moment the first few bubbles appeared, he grabbed the spatula from your hand.

“Wait-”

Before you could stop him, he launched the pancake into the air.

“VIN!”

The pancake smacked against the ceiling and clung there for a second before flopping onto the floor with a sad little splat.

You both stared at it.

“…I meant to do that, actually.” He said.

You burst out laughing. 

“No, you did not.”

Vinny tried to fight his own laughter. 

“I thought that was how everyone flips pancakes!”

“Nobody is launching pancakes into orbit, Vin!”

"Who made you the pancake expert?" He grinned, only to be met by a stern look as you crossed your arms. “Okay, okay, maybe I should leave the flipping to you.”

You sighed, handing him a paper towel. 

“Clean that up, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

By the time you got through the rest of the batter, you managed to salvage a small stack of decent-looking pancakes, though Vinny had insisted on naming the floor pancake “Gordon” before giving it a proper trashcan burial.

As you both sat in the kitchen at the island, plates stacked with pancakes and syrup, Vinny grinned at you.

“You have to admit,” he said, cutting into his pancake, “That was pretty fun.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. 

“Sure, I’ll give you that.”

He pointed his fork at you. 

“See? We work great as a team.”

You shook your head, taking a bite of your pancake. It was actually pretty good. The chaos was worth it.

It made you think how maybe, just maybe, things really could be simple between you again.

Maybe you could just be friends.

After eating, Vin stacked the dishes up by the sink. You followed him, leaning against the counter.

“Maybe I should leave soon,” you say, “I need to brush my teeth.” 

“I have spare toothbrushes,” Vin said, before realising what he had just said, and the meaning behind it. He didn't want you to leave just yet, he wanted you to stay, “But… Yeah you’re right. I can drive you back if you want?”

“I’d like that.” You smiled, “I’ll go and get my things.” 

As you headed back toward the living room, Vinny trailed behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets. There was a certain shift in the air now, it was quieter, even a little heavier. Everything that happened this morning, the laughter, the way it had all felt so normal, so easy… It made leaving harder than either of you wanted to admit.

You slipped your shoes on, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. 

“Thanks for breakfast.” You smiled, trying to keep your tone light.

Vinny gave you a small smile back. 

“Yeah, of course, thanks for helping. Next time, I’ll even flip the pancakes correctly.”

Next time?

You laughed, shaking your head.

“I won’t hold my breath.”

As you both approached the door, there was a pause, and it stretched just a little too long. The both of you felt like you had more to say, but no words were coming out.

You felt like you should move, step outside, end this moment before it became something harder to walk away from. But neither of you moved.

Then, before you could overthink it, you reached out and lightly tugged at the sleeve of his hoodie. Just for a second. Just enough to say something without saying it.

Vinny looked down at where your fingers had been, then back at you. His expression softened, but there was now something almost guarded in his eyes. Like he was fighting against something, something he wasn’t ready to let slip.

He took a small step back, grabbing his keys from the side.

“Alright, c'mon, let’s get you home.”

And just like that, the moment passed.

You swallowed the strange, bittersweet feeling creeping into your chest and nodded, following him out to the car.

Maybe leaving felt a little harder than it should. Maybe part of you wished he had just handed you a spare toothbrush and told you to stay. But this was enough for now.

Given your last few encounters, you'd say this morning couldn’t have gone any better. 

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Vinny kept one hand on the wheel, the other drumming absentmindedly. You noticed how he tapped out a rhythm, probably some song that probably lived rent-free in his head, but you didn’t ask which one.

“So…” Vin finally spoke, glancing at you. “Did you sleep okay? Aside from, y’know, Emil waking you up.”

You laughed softly. 

“Yeah. Your couch is surprisingly comfortable.”

“Good to know, it should be for the price of it.” He smirked, eyes back on the road.

Another pause. You shifted slightly in your seat, watching the buildings blur past outside.

Vinny sighed, tilting his head slightly toward you.

“Hey… I actually had a lot of fun this morning.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the softness in his voice.

“I mean, it was nice,” he added quickly, like he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Just… y’know. Hanging out. Like before... I've missed this.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Yeah, I agree.” You smiled softly, "I've missed this too."

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached forward and turned up the volume on the radio. A familiar song hummed through the speakers, one you both knew, and Vinny gave you a smirk before singing along like he had done many times before.

“I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times but somehow, I want more”

Your heart clenched at the lyrics, it was a song you had sung together before, why did it feel different now? More meaningful?

“I don’t mind spending everyday 

Out on your corner in the pouring rain”

“I love this song,” Vin said, “The whole album is just… Amazing.”

“I know,” you chuckled, “You’ve told me that about a million times.” 

Vin ignored your comment, continuing to sing along.

“And she will be loved

And she will be loved”

The rest of the drive was quieter, other than Vin’s occasional burst into song, but the silence felt different this time. It felt comfortable.

When he pulled up outside your apartment building, he put the car in park but didn’t unlock the doors right away. His hands stayed on the wheel, fingers flexing like he wanted to say something else.

You hesitated too, wanting to reach for the door handle but something was stopping you.

The air insid the car felt heavier now, like you both had something to say, but the words just weren't coming. You could feel his eyes on you, even though you kept yours fixed on the dashboard.

Vin exhaled, turning slowly to face you before finally breaking the silence. 

“Y/n… Are we really just friends?”

Your breath caught.

You swallowed, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. There was something unreadable in his expression, something hesitant, like he wasn’t sure he even wanted to hear your answer.

You wanted to say yes. Wanted to say it was easy, simple, that you could both move forward without looking back. But was that really the truth if the words wouldn’t come.

So instead, you let out a quiet, shaky laugh. 

“That is what we agreed on, right?”

His jaw tensed. He glanced away, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. 

“Yeah. You're right.”

Neither of you moved.

The silence stretched between you, filled with the hum of the engine and the faint hum of a song playing on the radio. You recognised it instantly.

It was another one of those songs you used to sing all the time together, back when things were simpler.

Back when he looked at you like he still believed in you.

Back when you didn’t have to question if you’d already lost him.

You opened your mouth, thinking, or hoping he’d stop you. Say something. Do something.

But he just let out another breath, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“I’ll see you around, yeah?”

And just like that, the moment was gone.

Your fingers tightened around the door handle before you nodded. 

“Yeah… When do you get back from the tour?”

“Well we leave on Tuesday, I’ll be gone for about a week.” He smiled softly. He hesitated for a moment, before continuing, “I was wondering, if it’s not too much to ask, could you come over and check on the house whilst I’m gone?”

“Of course.” You nodded, “Isn’t Emil around?”

“No, he’s coming with us. Thanks, I’ll uh… text you when I get back.” 

“Okay… Thanks again, Vin.” 

This time, you actually got out. You heard him shift gears, but he didn’t drive off right away. Not until you were inside.

And even then, you stood by the door, watching him disappear down the street.

It was just breakfast. Just a ride home. Just a normal morning.

So why did it feel like so much more?

He didn’t want more though, or so you thought. Even if you were just to stay as this, as friends, that would be enough for you. 

------------------------@collapsedglasshouses @miss570 @dominuslunae @sunshine-lvrr @death-ofpeace-ofmind @blade-dressed-in-red @amelia-acero @kait16xo @oobleoob @pipidoll @justdamnpeachy

[forecast0ctopus]

Any advice on drawing McCoy? I’m not used to drawing ancient wrinkley bastards (affectionate) and it’s surprisingly tough v-v

FOR SURE lmao i made. a diagram. just a warning that i am going to be irritating and long winded because u just hit a topic i really like sorry lmao

so first off i did some traces just to show whats there vs redraws to show my interpretation

ive said this on other asks but again jsyk, tracing isnt bad!! its a tool. theres some stuff with intellectual property and whatnot but using tracing to study shapes and forms is a really valuable practice.

also just taking some time to learn facial structures and anatomy is super useful, reading what bones and muscles are where and how they interact with one another. taking this info and staring in the mirror and moving your face around and thinking about it. just really furthers understanding of how the face works. trying to sound normal about this but i love anatomy and motion and physics and whatever

anyways im going to go through all the numbered points so there's no confusion. 1. forehead lines - self explanatory. more prominent when brows are raised 2. crows feet - at the outer corners of the eyes, more prominent when smiling or squinting 3. nasolabial folds - the folds that go from the corners of the nose to the corners of the mouth. more prominent when the mouth is wide, like smiling 4. brow furrow - self explanatory, most prominent when brows are furrowed. mccoy tends to have two right next to his eyebrows, kirk has one in the middle. everyones face works different lmao 5. chin crease - caused by how the chin and lower lip interact. 6. nasojugal groove - start from the inner corners of the eye and can extent over the cheeks. everyone has these and idk why people dont like them i think theyre really cool!!!! but Society. i guess. :/ 7. eye bags - caused by the skin sagging beneath the eyes. mccoy isnt even that old in tos i think hes meant to be mid 40s by the end of the 5 year mission, hes just got really prominent eye bags lmao 8. idk what the name is for these, but when the mouth is wide and pushes the skin to the sides, these folds sometimes form outside of the nasolabial folds 9. philtrum - the groove above the upper lip. i dont usually draw this but mccoy's struck me as prominent enough that i usually draw it on him 10. masseter - the muscle that moves the jaw up and down. its a pretty rugged muscle and while i wouldnt say mccoy's is especially prominent, it kind of extends that nasojugal groove from certain angles/positions 11. orbicularis oris - mouth muscle, usually easier to see when lips are pursed or frowns are pulled. mccoy's is pretty prominent from 3/4ths or side, his mouth tends to protrude in profile 12. this isnt a muscle but more of a line defining the planes of the face, but since i drew it i felt i should explain lmao

a few points:

im an animator i tend to exaggerate and emphasize certain things so i usually make him more square.

i like to combine eyebags and crows feet for brevity/flow, same with nasojugal grooves, eyebags, and masseter lines. my approach is always subject to change based on pose, expression, reference image, etc.

i take out details that i deem redundant or cluttering and keep what details i need to make things feel Right

all this info is applicable to any character of any age, its just in how you apply it and facial proportions that willl change how old a character is perceived to be

there's a lot more with drawing a Character rather than an Actor, just because the features are there doesnt necessarily mean things will feel correct? its very much in the mannerisms and poses and expressions

i only went over my approach to his likeness but not really body type or posing or anything idk if u want that i could always try to answer that later haha

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anyways all that info kind of exists nebulously in my brain while i draw its not like im sitting there thinking Must Draw. Nasolabial Fold...... i jsut do what feels right with the visual info i have. also i love specificity in faces.... i dont like to be a hater but when every character is drawn the same it pisses me off a little lmao. so

also dont take my word as The Only Way to do anything i just draw how i like to draw and no one should feel like these are things that Must be done to be a good artist or anything do whatever the hell u wanna do

[catras-breakup-song]

i’m not gonna lie… i’m lost here. is this supposed to be an 4nt1/cr1t1c4l post? if so, i genuinely don’t understand the point being made.

is it that playful banter is a bad thing? is it that being too hands-on violates unspoken boundaries? the message is so unclear to my autistic ass…

oh, wait, OP provided tags:

so aside from the fact that they are absolutely not sisters by default, least of all canonically (even if you do interpret them that way somehow), nor was it ever intended by nate stevenson, i’m still having trouble figuring out how this is problematic.

in which ways is lighthearted touch totally contradictory to passionate kissing/caressing? why can’t partners who are dating do both, especially in different cultural environments such as the horde where intimacy is discouraged and friendly sparring with familiar peers is a safe expression? if it’s so different, what are we as the audience supposed to interpret from their style of physical affection by the final season? side note, but aren’t we supposed to consider the latest version of anything in general as the most accurate?

now i have a question lol, did you take this moment literally at her word, and all the other times she repeated it?

also, my friend just pointed out that this is the classic homophobic talking point of "they seem to just be very good friends! they were roommates!" lmao. i've never agreed with accusing anyone who cr1t1c1z3s catradora of lesbophobia, which i'm not doing necessarily, because that's simply not how it works, however i found this funny and partially true so i'm keeping it in.

the lip bite was included unintentionally 👀

anyway, as i’ve discussed on this blog before, i’m very arospec and it’s inseparably intwined with my identity itself; i also project that onto catra. something we often bring up in that community, is romance-favorability (as its own spectrum of range all the way to blatant repulsion btw) — which is a personal preference that’s defined as exactly as it sounds like and occasionally revolves around fictional depiction as separate from one's own reality — and arguably more importantly, amatonormativity — which is an arbitrary set of rules for romantic expectations set up by an alloromantic society. this is typically thought of as common denial of the idea that someone could actually want to separate themself from needing a life partner in marriage, but can very much be applied to an annoying list of what draws the line between romantic & platonic relationships. that line is very individualistic and is to be decided on such a level only, and it doesn’t even get into what queerplatonic means, a concept saved for another day!

my point is, the OP seems to be trying to claim that catradora objectively cannot be read as romantic because their dynamic growing up & early-on in the story doesn’t perfectly meet socially-constructed standards of what that should look like. i say we need to eradicate those standards altogether! it’s up to catradora to decide what they are, if anything specific at all, not us as the audience — assuming they could’ve had the words at their disposal to knowingly describe it. going back to my earlier paragraph above about how limited they were in the fright zone, i’ll borrow a quote from a comment i made on one of my recent reblogged posts (which is a great meta on how their mutual desire was uh... definitely not platonic):

"Catra and Adora’s desire for one another is shown in a variety of ways, mostly indirect. There are a lot of glances - until season 5, not the kind of open leering at one another that we’d seen between other characters. Mostly it’s fairly playful - wiggled or cocked eyebrows, glances at each other while smirking, that kind of thing, or really intense and somewhat angry glares when they’re fighting."

it's really bothering me that i can't recall where i read this from before, but someone analyzed before how, growing up, catra & adora didn't have a good sense of how to label their relationship with accurate terminology despite being subconsciously aware that they, whether they knew the other reciprocated or not, loved each other "like that." unfortunately, they couldn't further explore it because such love & affection was seen as a punishable weakness in the horde, so they resorted to the only safe option they seemed to have, which was subtle body language and play-fighting as [testudoaubrei-blog] described above.

also, since this screenshot is included in that post... i would be amused to read an explanation of how THIS LOOK from catra is "platonic with a capital P", because i'm not even sure if it's up for debate to be quite honest with you:

ESPECIALLY with the "i always have!" line (which 4nt1s like to doubt, but i don't care, it's official!):

[frudoo]

Hey! I loved your Bo Sinclair relationship hc and was wondering if you could do some dom aftercare for Bo? Like how some people go through a dom low point after they’re intimate and the reader reassures him or maybe the reader is reassuring him on their relationship? I love your work I hope you have a great day!

Thank you so much, love! I hope your day is going great as well!

Warnings: This got really sappy lmao, I couldn't help myself. Mentions of previous sex, hurt/comfort. GN reader!

“Bo?”

     Your boyfriend refuses to look at you despite having rearranged your guts not even a minute ago, and it scares you. You try to reach out and grab his hand, but he flinches away violently. Bo sits at the edge of the bed with his back turned to you, his leg bouncing anxiously. You crawl over to him and try again, but you’re met with the same reaction of him shying away from your touch.

     “Don’t!" He snaps, sighing softly when he sees your eyes widen at his tone. “Don’t touch me, m’not… I don’t deserve it.”

     You furrow your eyebrows, leaning forward so you can see what little part of his face isn’t hidden by his disheveled hair. He looks exhausted, eyes wet with tears that weren’t there just moments before. 

     “What are you talking about?” You press, patiently resting your hands in your lap as you wait for an explanation.

     “M’not… I-I… I hurt you,” Bo stutters, running his clammy hands over his face in frustration. “Those bruises on your hips… the… the handprints I left- I’m a bad man, baby. Don’t deserve you.”

     It’s such an absurd statement that it makes you laugh. You quickly cover your mouth so as not to offend him, but your shaking shoulders betray you. Bo stands from the bed and slips on his jeans, then moves to leave the bedroom, but you quickly follow after him, quick to block the doorway before he can escape.

     “I’m sorry, hon’, I wasn’t laughing at you. I just… where is this coming from?” You recover, resting your hands on his biceps and digging your fingertips in when he tries to pull away. “Talk to me. Please. Is it because you were a little rougher than usual?”

     Your boyfriend doesn’t speak but he nods, too ashamed to look you in the eye. You gently cup his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

     “Baby, I asked you for it, remember? You were just giving me what I wanted,” you frown, running your thumbs along his defined cheekbones.

     “Still hurt you,” he whispers, trying his best not to lean into your soothing efforts. “You deserve someone better than me.”

     God, the hurt in his voice breaks your heart. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more, your other half, your soulmate. The thought of being with anyone else makes you sick. 

     “No,” you sniffle, tears of your own building up in your waterline. “No. You’re not gonna talk like that, Bo. I love you. I love you so fucking much that it scares me sometimes, but you do not. I-I can’t… please, Bo. You’re all I want. I’m nothing without you.”

     It’s silent for a moment before Bo breaks down, falling to his knees and taking you down with him. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into the crook of your neck, bawling his eyes out. You cry with him, scratching the back of his neck gently, rubbing your free hand across his bare back. 

     “I love you,” he rasps against your skin, clinging to you tighter. “Always will.”

     “Promise?” You question softly, resting your cheek on the top of his head.

     “I promise, baby. I promise.”

[dinglefu]

Some Speculative Biology

So I lack any congruent designs and ideas for 096, but I had this tad bit concept where he isn't exactly human and only shares similar phenotypes to them. Otherwise, he is his own genetically constructed species. His characteristics might change in the future whenever I'm like redesigning him.

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Species Name: Simia nix glaber

Species Age: 3,000,000 (NC)

Species Status: Extinct

Population: 1 (NC)

Members Recorded: 1

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Scp-096, regarding the information above, is documented to be the only member of the Simia nix glaber (hairless snow ape). However, despite his species' name, he has shown to be significantly different and is only categorized as an ape due to his rather ape-like anatomy.

Here are some of the attributes similar to that of an ape:

His arms, or wingspan if you want to get fancy, is around (estimated) to be 6-7 feet long, whilst his actual height is 8'7".

His head is proportionally longer and larger than his human counterpart, with a smaller cranium and elongated, sloped features; eyebrows are also more prominent and define the shape of his eyes.

He has a heavier muscle to fat ratio than humans, which means he doesn't float when he goes into bodies of water. Bone density is also significantly heavy due to its durability and withstanding effects when under pressure or attacks.

And his hands and feet have an opposable thumb closer towards the upper knuckles, and have been used to scale rocky, mountain regions and rough terrain with surprising ease.

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However, here are the differences that make it rather difficult to put him in the range of ape:

His bone density is considered one of the heaviest in the animal kingdom, including humans. The impervious surface and flexible ligaments within the joints make it impossible to break, bruise, or tear. It also determines why he's much heavier despite his lanky, bony appearance: around 450 lbs.

His diet is of a hyper carnivorous predator, consisting of only bloody meat, bone, and fatty tissue. He primarily hunts humans and sometimes animals, however, it doesn't affect his metabolism and he never seems to change weight. He avoids eating anything else outside of "hunting".

His levels of stamina, endurance, and also sheer ability to track down prey is impossibly high for a biological species of Earth; to the point where he is considered more of an anomalous entity than actual animal.

The ability to suddenly gain self awareness and consciousness, as well as interpret human languages and context easily, makes him a profound subspecies of human. Some animals show these characteristics, but 096 shows a level of "intelligence" of a 30 year old man.

He also just doesn't have visible genitalia and doesn't show any innate drives to mate with anyone; it's unknown why he doesn't, even to him.

He also has hidden mandibles in his mouth, which shoot out whenever he's hunting or upset, or even yawning. They are slid in and lined up next to the top teeth, the front appearing as a large canine fang, and also disguised as his bottom teeth. However, they're only noticeable if 096 shows them, as the prominent fangs are hidden behind the sides of his mouth.

(Look at image below to see a closer version of his mandibles)

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But also, the reason his eyes are usually depicted as fully white is because he has a second protective membrane that covers his eyes. This usually appears when he's hunting, but when he's tired, you could probably see it attempt to appear.

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I don't know what else to write to be honest, but I'm glad I got this out of my system lmao; I'll add more later if need be! :)))

[yourlocaltreesimp]

heeeyy, it's me again lmao, was a bit busy with prelims but im mostly out of the woods.

As promised, came up with requests

May I request the Chain with a reader who isn't what they seems?

Like, Four with a soft, chubby reader who's barely taller than him but can supplex a man twice their weight? I'm talking about her rivaling Twilight in terms of strength.

Or maybe Wars with a reader who kinda acts like a class clown but is actually very strategic and knows how to help them out in battle from the sidelines?

I like the way you think.

Part one of possibly a side series? 👀

PT 2

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Four

There was one defining feature that Four could settle was his favorite about you. You were soft. The kind of soft that made him melt with endearment. You never wished to cause harm (at least never maliciously so, your pranks put the sailor’s to shame) and you were perfect in his eyes. He did not care if your weight deemed you as ‘less beautiful’ where you came from, he didn’t give a single care. To him, whoever decided that had clearly never been met with you, for you were excellence. You were soft, and kind, and utterly gorgeous. Yet, you were not his. He was ripped from his echoing thoughts at you sliding in next to him. The tavern booths were small, so your side was slightly pressed to him as you leaned your arm on the table, that firey glint of defiance in your eyes.

“No, I don’t wanna-“ Twilight held of one hand from where his elbows crossed on the table.

“What? Scared you’ll loose your title?” One of your eyebrows quirked up at the challenge and the smirk as you spoke was enough to make Four fold.

“Alright then, bet.” He matched you, stretching your arms so one elbow was on the table, hands clasped in the center. He’d expected Twilight to at least be able to put up a fight, but the knuckles of his hand met the wood of the table with a smack. For good measure, you held it there, squeezed right in your grip as he struggled. Eventually, you relented, letting him go. It wasn’t long before all the others tried their luck, none standing a chance to you. Four watched attentively, never volunteering, never stealing away the attention you occasionally blessed him with.

“Four” Your voice cut through the crowd of voices so cleanly.

“hm?” He didn’t trust himself entirely to speak, the colours running circles in his mind. You extended your fingers, the soft tavern lighting casting beautifully over your skin.

“Wanna try?” He didn’t want to before, but that grin of yours could steal anything of his, it’s already taken his heart. He climbed to the other side of the booth and extended has arm out. It didn’t last long, his arm pinned to the table with your hand over his, but at least you let him savour the feeling.

Long after, he lay awake in his bedroll, mind filled with incessant chatter. But maybe one day, you’d be nearby, holding his hand, calming his worries. But until then, he can yearn.

[hainenosims]

hi lovely!!! i love love ur sims <3

i wanted to ask, do u have any tips on how to make male sims?? also what's ur fav male face presets and stuff!!! it would really help me ehehe

love u!!

HOW I MAKE MY MALE SIMS ?

First of all, thank you so so much, it means alot because I always thought my male sims were not that good to be honest lmao. Anyways ! Here are my tips and tricks on how I make my boyos!! 1 - Skinblends! Choosing skinblends is a crucial step because it will be the base of your sim. I mostly use obscurus skins overlays because they have a really nice shading and fits my maxis-mix style. But I know NorthernSiberiaWinds have some good options too. 2 - Skin details!!!! All of my sims (even female) have A TON of skin details layered on top of the skinblend itself. For my males, i'm using alot of shadows and lights, face contour, eyebags, eye mask, lip mask, nose mask, pores, acne etc. Here are creators i'm using : okruee, northernsiberiawinds, faaeish, peachyfaerie, obscurus, sammi xox (for masks), vyxated (for lights) and joshseoh (to add shadow).

3 - Presets : My go to are : Obscurus (my goat) and NorthernSiberiaWinds. But I also sometimes use the basegame eyepresets ! 4 - Proportions! Also related to my simstyle in general but, my male sims have smaller eyes, full eyebrows, defined and bigger noses, defined jawlines, smaller heads. 5 - Makeup : I also apply makeup on my male sims to give them even more details and definition. Eyeshadow/eyebags, small lashes, mouth overlays by obscurus, a tiny bit of blush and/or acne, redness, scars etc. 6 - Inspo : When I go into CAS to make a male sim, I always already have an overall idea of the type of boy I wanna make. It helps me to focus better somehow. What style they would wear, what kind of energy they'd have, hair color etc. Sometimes I even take inspo from a character I liked in a movie/show, anime, video-game etc. I dont personally do it but I suggest to go on pinterest and find inspo on here, it might help you !!

I hope it makes sense, english isnt my first language sooooo... Yeah. I also hope it can help you in any way !! Don't hesitate to dm me on here or twt if you have more questions :) <3