#it was surprisingly hard believe it or not

[chheolie]

dad seokmin forgot to keep his promise

seokmin was having one of those days where he planned to spend the entire afternoon entertaining his son with the most outlandish games he could think of. full of enthusiasm, he turned on the toy fire truck, which started zooming across the floor with its lights flashing and siren echoing throughout the room.

"look at this, buddy!" he exclaimed, excitedly, calling his little one over to watch the toy in action.

but to his surprise, his son, sitting on the floor with a surprisingly firm look, just crossed his arms and put on an expression that looked way too serious for a three-year-old. his little lips pushed out into a dramatic pout, as if he was experiencing the worst day of his life.

seokmin raised an eyebrow, confused, trying to decipher the unexpected reaction.

“is he mad about something? or maybe he just doesn’t like fire trucks anymore?” he thought, watching his son curiously.

determined to keep trying, he brought the truck closer and attempted to get him excited again.

"let’s put out the fire, son!" he said in an upbeat tone, waving the toy from side to side, trying to make it as fun as possible.

to his complete shock, the little boy, still with his pout intact, kicked the truck with his chubby foot, sending it sliding across the rug until it bumped against the couch leg. the kid’s angry face only grew, and the pout? somehow, it looked even bigger.

seokmin had to try really hard not to laugh. he felt his lips tremble with the urge to let out a chuckle, but he held it back. he didn’t want to make his little one any more upset.

"okay, my love… you don’t want to play with the fire truck," seokmin said in a softer, more paternal tone. "how about we go for a walk outside?" he suggested, smiling as if it was the most amazing idea ever.

the boy looked at his dad with a mix of disapproval and stubbornness, then turned his face away, crossing his arms even tighter.

seokmin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling clueless. he tried everything he could think of – he even offered to go outside and watch the “big trucks” his son usually loved to see, but nothing worked. feeling at a loss and a little desperate, he finally picked up his phone to call for help from the real expert: his wife.

with quick fingers, he typed a message, and soon his phone buzzed with a reply.

seokmin: babe, help.

he saw the typing bubbles pop up and then the message appeared.

seokmin: i think i just became our son’s number one enemy. 😩😩

y/n: 🤨 really? why?

seokmin: he won’t talk to me. won’t play with his favorite fire truck, doesn’t even want to go outside…

y/n: did you ask him why? maybe it’s something important

seokmin: babe… he’s only three. how’s he supposed to know how to explain what he’s feeling? 🥺

y/n: 🙄 ASK HIM, seokmin.

seokmin was ready to finally fix the situation, but he couldn’t resist asking his son one more time, now that the little boy seemed a bit less upset.

"son, did daddy do something wrong? why are you so upset?" he gently held his son’s tiny shoulders. "is there anything daddy can do to make you not be mad anymore?"

the little boy looked at him, still pouting, and said in a slightly teary voice, "you… you pwomised… stwawbewwy ice cweam… and you fowgot!"

seokmin had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. of course, it was about food! and he vaguely remembered mentioning something about ice cream the night before, but with all the excitement and games, he’d completely forgotten.

"oh, son… i’m really sorry! daddy forgot about the ice cream!"

seokmin quickly grabbed his phone and texted his wife, almost as if he needed her to witness what he’d just discovered.

seokmin: babe, he said it

seokmin: i promised him strawberry ice cream after lunch, can you believe it? 😩😩

almost immediately, her reply came in.

y/n: really? i’m a witness.

seokmin: i forgot i’d promised that 😳

seokmin: but… how could he remember that? he’s just a baby!

y/n: he’s your son, seokmin. your legacy: selective memory for sweets and pizza.

seokmin: 😅😅😅😅😅

y/n: give him his ice cream before he packs his bag to run away from home.

laughing at the thought of his son packing a bag and searching for a new home that took ice cream promises seriously, seokmin headed to the kitchen to prepare the long-awaited treat. he grabbed a small bowl, added a few scoops of strawberry ice cream, and went all out: strawberry syrup, colorful sprinkles, and of course, a cherry on top. he carried the bowl back to the living room like it was a trophy, still imagining which uncle his son might ask for refuge with. maybe vernon? surely he wouldn’t forget a promise.

"here it is, buddy! your strawberry ice cream, with everything you deserve!"

the little boy, now with bright eyes, immediately dropped his pout and grabbed the bowl with both tiny hands, amazed by what he saw.

"yummy!" he said, fully focused on the ice cream and visibly happy.

seokmin crouched down beside him and asked hopefully, "so… do you forgive me for forgetting?"

the child nodded, but he was so engrossed in the ice cream that seokmin wasn’t sure if the forgiveness was genuine or just temporary. the ice cream was clearly priority number one.

he quickly sent another message to y/n.

seokmin: he forgave me…

seokmin: but i’m not sure we’re totally okay yet… i think his heart’s still divided between the ice cream and the grudge.

y/n: hahaha, i’m glad for you, babe.

seokmin watched as his son enjoyed the ice cream, and with each spoonful, the little boy let out a happy “mmm!” while seokmin watched, relieved to have made things right.

when his little one finished, he held up the empty bowl and grinned.

"was it good?" seokmin asked, smiling back at him.

"good, good!" he replied with his sweet little voice and eyes shining with joy.

suddenly, the boy got up, handed the bowl back to seokmin without much ceremony, and ran over to the fire truck still sitting on the floor.

"wooo woo woo woo!" he started imitating the fire truck siren with excitement, waving his dad over to join the game.

seokmin wasted no time. he ran to the kitchen to put the bowl down and, in seconds, was back in the living room, ready for the new mission to save the world. he pretended to put on an invisible firefighter helmet and gave his son a salute.

"firefighter seokmin reporting for duty!" he announced with a determined, goofy expression. "what’s the emergency, chief?"

his son held onto the toy truck, looking at him with serious little eyes.

"fire! big fire! daddy, come!" he shouted, running around the room with the truck while seokmin followed, pretending to turn on a siren.

the house transformed into a "fire station," and the two of them spent the next several minutes saving stuffed animals from the imaginary blaze.

seokmin: babe, we’re friends again

seokmin: we’re playing firefighters

y/n: alright, mr. firefighter, don’t make promises you won’t remember to keep

seokmin: 🫡🫡🫡

[unicyclehippo]

Prompt: stumble

ok following on from the other one (regret)

//

a four-man band, all drums, had taken up residence inside her skull and her mouth tasted bad. really bad. something-crawled-in-there-and-died bad. licked-a-new-york-alleyway-floor bad.

kate groaned. lifted a hand to rub her gritty eyes and smacked herself in the face.

it stung. not the smack—well, okay, that stung a little—but the sluggishness of her body. it felt…

bad, her brain supplied, too hungover to go looking for a better word.

one of the band members started grinding coffee in her coffee machine, the noise like a drill in her ear, and—wait.

kate threw herself out of bed—don’t puke, bishop, hold it together, you got this babe—and grabbed up the closest weapon. she swung out of her bedroom and down the stairs to the landing with only a single stumble, readying to throw, when the blurry world resolved itself to blonde hair and a green coat.

‘uh,’ kate said, like a genius.

yelena turned and threw her an unimpressed look. ‘you did not even have bread, kate bishop.’

kate gulped. ‘what - how -‘

‘are you going to attack me after our girls night? with… what is that?’

kate glanced down at her chosen weapon. ‘it’s, um, a pet rock.’

‘pet rock,’ yelena repeated. ‘does it have a name?’

‘no.’

‘no? come now, kate bishop, we had so much fun. why do you lie to me? what is the name of your pet rock?’ she eyed kate knowingly. ‘it is like pizza dog, yes? tell me it is not rocky.’

kate scoffed. ‘of course not. it’s…’ her head gave an almighty throb. kate sighed. ‘yeah, fine, okay it’s rocky.’

‘kate, kate, kate,’ yelena tutted. ‘you are not so good with the names. it’s okay,’ she added, surprisingly nice, ‘you are good at other things.’

‘really? i mean, yeah, of course. um. but if you had to say what those things were…’

yelena only looked at her with a funny little smile and turned back to the coffee.

kate rubbed her eyes hard. curse her hangover! how was she supposed to keep up with a black widow if she couldn’t even get her eyes to focus up? okay. this called for a tactical retreat.

kate scurried back to her bedroom. she put rocky back on his toothpick chair and changed quickly—and definitely did not blush when she realised that yelena, who looked like she’d stepped fresh out of a catalogue, had seen her in a tank and boxers. she splashed water in her face and brushed her teeth, gargling mouthwash when toothpaste alone didn’t fix the disgusting taste in her mouth, and hurried back downstairs.

yelena was still there.

kate didn’t know why she was surprised but part of her thought that the other girl might have vanished in those two minutes. she was so pretty and mysterious and quiet that kate’s brain was having a hard time believing she was real and really in her scorched apartment. she hovered at the bottom of the stairs, watching yelena help herself to milk and mugs and anything else in her pantry and fiddled with the metal aglet on her tracksuit string.

‘coffee?’

‘um. sure. no—‘

‘cream or sugar. i know.’

‘…right. you were stalking me,’ kate muttered, more a reminder to herself than upset. ‘and you haven’t poisoned it? drugged it?’

yelena feigned offence. ‘why do you keep saying such things to me?’

keep saying? kate frowned.

it took a painful minute for her brain to dredge up memories of last night. right. the bar, grimy and grim. yelena, a bottle of vodka. watchful green eyes. the rest of the night was…hazy. kate itched all over.

what had happened last night? what had she said? done? her eyes dropped to yelena’s lips, folded in thought as she drizzled hot sauce across her plates, then further down. green coat and underneath, not yelena’s cool style at all (but of course she still pulled it off), a faded camp tee.

‘is that my shirt?’ kate asked, tone strangled. yelena nodded. ‘okay. um. why? what did—‘ she bit down on her tongue hard, forced a smile when yelena glanced up at her weird tone. ‘cool. that’s cool.’

she couldn’t just ask what happened. yelena would lie, because she could or because she thought it funny or because a girl like that came with a limited number of favours and kate had to have used them all up by now what with the not being killed and the information about—

‘you are panicking.’

‘no i’m not,’ kate snapped.

‘oh, my mistake. you are not panicking when you breathe very fast and your eyes go all—‘ yelena mimicked her, eyes wide and flicking all over the place. she laughed, then, shook her head. ‘yes, that is normal for you. sit, sit. drink your not poisoned coffee—‘

‘not reassuring.’

‘—and relax, kate bishop.’

sure. sure. breakfast with the…not enemy, maybe, but not really a friend.

kate sat gracelessly. her body hurt too much for grace. but the joke was on her because it actually turned out that if your body already hurt and then you slumped into a chair like a sack of forks, it hurt even more. even yelena winced when kate groaned and put a hand to her ribs.

‘drink. eat. this will fix you.’

she shoved a bowl across the table, a big bowl of cafe perfect scrambled eggs.

‘is that…chorizo crumbs? and scallions?’ the hot sauce went without mention. ‘where did you even get this stuff?’

‘it is new york. new york has everything.’ she shrugged. ‘i found a deli.’

‘that place down the block? pickles?’ yelena only shrugged again. ‘okay, i know you’re like, secretive or whatever but there’s gotta be a difference between mission stuff and where you went shopping.’ now yelena was fucking with her, kate knew, because she smirked and shrugged again. ‘whatever.’

she dug her fork into the eggs. light, beautifully cooked. hot. kate sucked in a noisy breath around her mouthful. she gasped and gulped and swallowed it down, still a bit too hot, and shovelled in another forkful when yelena smiled smugly at her. ow. hot.

‘it’s good,’ kate said when she’d finished half the bowl. good was honestly a major understatement but yelena already looked too smug.

‘i know. you are done? my turn.’

‘yeah, yeah, just lemme wash the fork, hold on.’ kate levered herself up—fuck her ribs fuck her back fuck that one weird spot on her knee she couldn’t even remember what did that—and hobbled to the sink. she washed it, and filled a glass for herself of water. ‘you want one?’ kate asked, glancing over her shoulder.

yelena was watching her. she nodded slowly.

kate hobbled back, two glasses and a clean fork in hand.

‘thank you.’

‘don’t mention it.’

kate sat more gingerly this time and, as yelena ate, found a way to sit that didn’t aggravate her aches and pains. much. her thoughts drifted—yelena, mom, kingpin throwing her around the room again and again, her mom sitting in a room with the guy, so comfortable, so familiar, a bruising hand around her throat, her shoulders. an empty room.

the eggs churned in her gut.

‘what happened last night?’ kate asked softly.

yelena talked with her mouth full. it was weirdly endearing. it was a relief when kate’s brain lingered on that, on yelena, rather than…everything else. she had a little bruise on her cheek. not from the slap, kate hoped. probably from something else kate had thrown at her.

‘well, let’s see, there was a gala and i hunted down clint barton. you got in my way. again.’

‘no, i know, i remember that. i mean, at the bar.’

‘ah.’ yelena dragged the tines of the fork between her lips. ‘i brought vodka. we drank.’

‘and came back here.’

‘yes.’ with a mocking smile, yelena asked, ‘what are you afraid of, kate bishop?’

kate’s teeth clenched tight. her jaw ached. her neck ached. she couldn’t just ask—but yelena already had the upper hand like forty times over. she relaxed and, impressively casually, said,

‘i don’t drink much. just wondered what i did. if i did anything stupid.’ she sent yelena a lopsided smile. ‘i mean, it’s me so, probably. right?’

yelena didn’t smile. face brutally blank, eyes brutally bright, she said,

‘you talked, kate bishop. quite a lot. and vomited on my shirt. i have taken the cost of it from your bank account. i took new shirt and slept on the couch. happy?’

‘mortified. sorry. or, i mean, thanks. you didn’t have to stay.’

stupid thing to say. yelena knew that already and it wasn’t like the assassin could be forced to do anything. kate’s skin itched. she felt hot all over.

‘it was a good night for me,’ yelena said after a moment.

kate blinked. brightened. ‘really?’

‘yes. you gave me clint barton’s number.’

‘fuck.’

yelena chuckled, the sound rich and low. ‘don’t worry, kate bishop, i will not kill him. we…talked.’

was it just kate, or did yelena look surprised? the expression vanished faster than kate could compute, fast enough that she doubted she’d even seen it.

yelena continued smoothly, pulling kate’s phone from her coat pocket.

‘he has been messaging you. he will be here any minute to collect you.’

‘wait - what?’

kate lunged for the phone, hungrily reading clint’s messages. he was a man of few words which, fine, kate could get used to that but more likely she’d badger him into using more words and messaging way more often.

(10:52) MY WIFE HAS INVITED YOU TO BARTON XMAS. PICK YOU UP TMRW.

(11:03) ARE YOU ALIVE

(07:40) IM COMING OVER. BE THERE IN 20

(07:42) YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD, KATE.

kate glanced at the clock. 7:56.

‘oh my god, he’ll be here any minute. why didn’t you tell me!’

yelena scrunched up her nose and gestured to her phone like, there, i just did.

‘no but - and i have to pack and i smell like a bar rag -‘

‘much worse than that.’

‘thanks,’ kate hissed.

‘finally. manners. you are welcome, kate bishop, for getting you home safe and making breakfast.’

she said it extremely pointedly but that wasn’t unfair. it was very fair, actually. k

kate sunk down in her seat.

‘thanks. really. i…for getting me home. and for staying. this morning would have sucked if—just. thanks.’ kate swallowed all the extra words that pooled on her tongue.

yelena shrugged. stood sharply and carried her mug and bowl to the sink. she washed and dried them before kate could wrangle herself to say she didn’t have to do it, and leaned her hip against the sink, patting her hands dry. her assassin cuff things glinted under the kitchen light.

‘you’re leaving.’

yelena raised her brows. ‘i have no desire to see clint barton.’ the syllables of his name were crunched flat between her teeth.

‘oh. right. yeah, i mean, that makes sense. i get it.’ she did not get it, yelena’s chilly look said. ‘will i see you again?’

‘…perhaps.’

‘cool. i want that shirt back.’

//

clint buzzed the door when he arrived. he must have gotten caught in traffic because kate had enough time for a proper shower and to finish the coffee yelena made for her.

it was irritatingly good coffee.

‘hey—‘

‘yelena has your phone number,’ kate blurted. ‘i didn’t give it to her. i mean, she got it from me but it was an accident.’

clint narrowed his eyes. ‘she got you drunk.’

‘what?’ the word stretched out very long and very convincing. clint raised a brow. ‘maybe. fine, yes.’

he just sighed, scrubbed a hand over his short hair. ‘and that’s all she got?’

kate blinked. and swore. as clint drove them out of the city, she went through her phone and logged out of everything important—bank, bishop security—and made a note to change her passwords.

there was a new number in her contacts. no name, just a string of digits.

(08:16) no way that shirt cost 400 bucks

(08:16) more. i gave you friend discount, kate bishop.

despite herself, despite everything weighing heavy on her shoulders, despite her head full of her mothers sharp eyes and words, despite clint eyeing her curiously from the drivers seat, kate laughed.

[genderqueerpositivity]

It feels like I'm finally getting somewhere in processing this shit. The process has been helped along by rest, spending time outdoors, talking with chosen family, and rather surprisingly by watching the service from my local UU fellowship online yesterday. Kind of wish I'd gone in person now even though I haven't gone in a few years.

I also wish I hadn't scheduled my next therapy appointment so far out from election day...but I thought, really believed, that things would go differently.

This whole situation is ass. It hurts. I've been grieving and scared and hopeless. I've been feeling betrayed and let down and disappointed. I know that I have not felt these things for the last time.

But the question is how to continue without being consumed by despair? How do I accept and live in the current reality? How do exist in community with those who either explicitly voted for--or "protest" voted for--the incoming shit show? How do I support and show up for those who did not?

How do I put aside the fear and not let it guide my decisions in the upcoming days?

Watching the light creep in this morning, I've been feeling it's loss with each passing day. The longest night is yet to come...but it never lasts forever.

I think I'll be leaning into and holding on to that message especially hard this year.

[scekrex]

Ring the bell, baby

pairing: Poolverine

warnings: language, sexual tension, implied sex

note: not beta read bc fuck you

See, living with a person like Wade Wilson was special. Special because it was more exhausting than Logan had ever imagined. But it was also rewarding in many, different and surprisingly tasteful ways, as the Wolverine was granted to find out.

Wade was a freak. So when Logan entered the kitchen one morning he had found a bell. The thing was pink, even had a cute little bow on it and white letters read ‘ring for sex’. It was a simple thing, really, one of the less freaky things Wade had bought over the short period of time the two mutants had been living together. And oh lord have mercy, Logan was able to give people an entire list of freaky things the merc had ordered ever since the Wolverine from another earth had agreed to move in with Red. And the list was long, so very long and partly disturbing.

And that same pink bell that Logan had found on the kitchen counter a week ago, was now filling the apartment with the softest and yet annoying sound the Wolverine knew. Because Wade had just gotten home from a mission and the merc had turned it into a little tradition to ring that bell after every little adventure he went on. Actually, no scratch that. Wade was ringing that bell whenever he got his greedy little hands on it - which was often. And that was the reason - to Logan’s sensitive ears - the sound was highly annoying.

Then a groan from the living room was heard - Logan’s groan. The fabric of the old, worn out couch shifted, moved over the equally old and worn out cushions and the wood of the couche’s frame creaked under the heavy weight of Logan’s bones. Slow, heavy steps made their way towards the kitchen of the apartment and Logan was grateful for Al to be out of the house. The old lady could be quite lovely - at least to the Wolverine from another earth she was - but she couldn’t stand the noises of sex. Him and Wade had to learn that the hard way.

Wade was sitting on the counter. The bell was set down on the flat, clean surface next to him. His legs were dangling, his suit still drenched in blood from the mission he had been on for the entire day. The merc’s head was tilted to the side and even though he was wearing his mask, the grumpy, old Wolverine knew that underneath that red fabric there was a massive smirk.

And so the brunette grabbed Wade’s waist, hauled him off the counter and tossed him over his shoulder with zero effort, like Wade was just a sheet of paper, like the man wasn’t packing a bunch of muscles and strong bones himself. And so they made their way over to the only bedroom of the apartment - with Logan, who was carrying Wade thrown over his shoulder and Wade, who was dragging a chair behind them to put in front of the closed - and later locked - bedroom door to give Al a heads up in case the lady got home early from playing bingo with her friends.. Neither of them liked it very much when the old lady walked in on Logan and Wade. Especially Al - and she couldn’t even see the impure things Wade and Logan were doing in the bed all three of them shared. And she was grateful for that, God knew it, at least that’s what she said.

“About damn time your ass comes back to me,” Logan growled out in a deep, grumpy voice and yet Wade knew he didn’t mean it, wasn’t actually as annoyed as he acted. Because - believe it or not - Logan could be a little drama queen if he wanted to. At least that’s what Wade said, but who knew how true those words actually were - probably only Wade and Logan themselves.

“Sorry,” Wade responded in a tone that reflected his cheerfulness as much as his legs that kept happily kicking against Logan’s so well defined abs - at least they did so until Logan wrapped his other arm around them strong calves, pressing them to his chest with such force that it caused them to stop moving. Logan released a single, low grunt. “Some cockblocking shitface kept me on my toes, told ‘im I have a feisty little Wolvie waitin’ for me, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“Keep the cheerful bullshit up, Wilson. We both know you won’t be able to walk after this. Not even with your healing factor.”

[gotwcird]

'what do you want?'. and the question has her pausing for a moment. she's never been asked that, genuinely. had only had sex for the whims and satisfaction of another. so maybe she's a little stumped for a bit. "i-" laughs a little, a gentle sound, because the fact he's asking her at all is making her stomach gurgle with affection. and surprisingly ( thankfully, once she lets herself think for a second ), her answer comes easily. "everything. i want to do everything with you." and that's just the bare truth, really. beyond wanting to let him do whatever he wanted to her, beyond the deep lust and feelings that they shared. star wants to experience it all with nico. is willing to test limits and find new joys with him. "so, yes, you cumming on me," she adds with a smile, almost proud at her own revelation, twitching slightly at the thought of it. wonders if she can shave off more of his self-control if he saw ropes of himself on her face and chest? wants desperately to see him snap, eventually.

every brush of his fingers onto her sends her reeling. the pads of his fingers run over her slit and she whimpers, can feel her body tighten with anticipation. makes it hard for her to focus on the conversation at hand, scattering any thought and leaving her panting. still can't get ahold of herself like this; this new level of need she's experiencing, all because of him. it's like his touch is heightening every sensation into a new feeling. her lips search for his skin, pressing them to whatever she can reach — chin, jaw, earlobe. can feel his lips burn impressions into her skin everywhere they touch. "yes!" she gasps, quivering at the satisfying feeling of him inside her again, "'m wet for you . . ." she arches her back, writhing slightly in his hold as he starts to pump in and out of her. byeol moans, wanton and full and coming from somewhere deeper than before, feeling sparks shoot up behind her eyelids. she's so sensitive, and it feels better than before somehow. ( probably something to do with their first round relaxing her, making her pliant for him. )

nico's finger plunges into her deeper, tickling that soft bit of herself and she groans, shaking. feels embarrassed briefly because she's close, somehow, knows she won't be able to hold herself back much longer. "fuck me again," she confirms, hips grinding into his finger now, eyes watering from how hard and fast the pleasure is hitting her skull. can't believe how that smirk of his makes her feel. "i, ah-" has to pause to whine, digs her fingers into his shoulder. "i want you to fuck me like just now." the confession is moaned into his mouth, and she has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. doesn't even question how his instruction registers like an order, like he could ask her anything and she'd do it. the delight is swimming so high up in her head that she has to make an effort to form words. "i want . . . i want you to fuck me hard. want you-" a hand reaches into his hair, grabbing at it to try and keep herself from going too far out too quickly. sucks in a violent breath because it's criminal what only one of his fingers can do to her. "want you to use me. use me 'til you cum again." the words just keep coming, star can only hope nico can understand her. she thinks back to how rough he was with her, how his cock snapped into her and made her see white. squeezes her walls at the memory. "want- want to come for you. want to make you feel good. stain the sheets." her hips push into his fingers, searching for his finger even deeper than before. knows, somehow, that if she'd come with a gush he'd be pleased. "i want to be good. be good for you."

he almost wants to laugh at the way star disputes him . instead , he shakes his head , holds up two fingers in a silent SCOUT'S HONOUR . nico isn't a liar, and even if he was - he feels it'd be impossible to lie to HER . he coughs suddenly , a strong wave of heat overcoming him at her next words . where has she come from ? a twig of a thought enters his brain and he snaps it away . " i - " the idea of releasing onto star is one that makes his mind go painfully blank , yet also make him shake his head . " what do you want ? " because nico's still unsure if anyone's ever really asked her that before , especially during sex . if it was up to him , of course he'd never let her leave this bed but it ISN'T about him . nico wants her to realise that he'd do just about anything for her . to make her happy . to make her orgasm . to hear her laugh , or see her smile . he always knew when he worked with star that it wasn't JUST a job . there was nothing work like about him staying back extra hours , or watching her cook . there was nothing platonic about the way his eyes would rake up and down her body , sometimes to the curve of her ass , before guiltily flashing back up . NICO HAD JUST KEPT IT ALL HIDDEN . he was good at that.

he grins against her and the easy way she moves like putty , like water , in his hands . he feels like he could swallow her whole . his hands alone look giant on her body . that animalistic part within him wants to see how much she can take , but he's still practicing how to not be selfish . his fingers dance along her thighs , and when she allows him to push them apart , he feels his mouth salivate . he can still taste her on his tongue . he can still remember exactly how she looked , all scrunched up and tense , as she came for him . his hand moves , cupping her still , before trickling lower . he runs one padded finger between her . his entire body feels hot with it . his mind goes blank yet again and he feels a CALM HUMMING take over him as he runs his finger over her again and again . he wants to destroy her . he wants to plunge his fingers into her . he wants to make her scream . his brain escapes with these thoughts and he snaps back into the moment , letting out a shaky exhale . " we can do that . " he agrees quietly , his nose pressing against her cheek before he kisses her , long and slow . " like this ? " he murmurs out , kissing up her cheek , to her cheek bone . close to the corner of her eye . his finger slides downwards , experimentally , before he gently pushes it inside of her . he lets out an approving noise . " you're so wet . " he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of that lush feeling .

" what else do you want ? " he encourages , beginning to move his finger slowly in and out of her . he relishes in the wet noises coming from her , his breathing stutters as nico presses more kisses lavishly down her face , near her mouth , to her chin and neck . he pauses to gently suck on her skin , taste her sweetness and sweat , but not enough to leave a mark . " i'll do anything you want . " nico whispers it out , wanton , almost dire . he moves his finger at a slightly faster pace , just so he can pull away from her and watch her . watch the face her face lights up , emotive and expressive and telling him EVERYTHING . nico plunges the finger in deeper , to his knuckle , searching for her . " you want me to fuck you again ? " he checks , one side of his mouth turning up , because it'd be his damn pleasure . he looks at his cock , interested , but not able to get hard again that quickly after already releasing twice . realistically , he'd probably need half an hour or something . but when she looks like this , sounds like this , tastes like this . it makes him want to curse and try harder . he curls his finger inside of her , a warm burn filtering through his arm at the angle - but he pays it no mind . " i'll fuck you again . " he promises , with a nod . then presses his mouth to hers . his finger begins to move a bit more erratically inside of her . i'll fuck you every day , he wants to tell her , but DOESN'T because she can't know how insane she's driving him . " talk to me , baby . tell me exactly how you want me to do it . "

[t3chborb]

Wooops, excuse me, my hand slipped...

Had this idea in my brain for a while, but like with everything else art ideas, I have so many idk which to give priority. This one was recently pushed to the top of said priority list because of @korpuskat's birthday, as I figured it aligns with Kat's tastes, and I may as well do something nice for the special day :P (even if this art wasn't originally intended for that at all and I'm late af with it, but whatever lol)

... If you've seen my previous posts like these, you know where to go to find the full picture :P

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Something I love about Astarion is how unwilling he is to dwell and ruminate on the past. You can see it in all of his dialogue surrounding breakups, or your character turning into an illithid, several dialogues around Cazador. Obviously clear as day in his spawn epilogue and graveyard scene too

Man is always thinking about his present, accepting things as they are, and creating his future and it's just inspiring to see that

[canisvesperus]

I’m annoying as fuck on here I won’t lie; still, I wonder what is the breaking point post that makes a longtime follower give up and block. 💀

[br1ghtestlight]

"surely gene can't own THAT many musical instruments" I tell myself before immediately being humbled 😭

at current count gene owns:

two ukuleles

one electric keyboard

one harmonica

one guitar

two bongo drums/drum sets

one tambourine

one mini piano

like three seperate speakers/radios/cd players

[lovely-hikari-cosplay]

Top 8% in BIG Big Run!

Was hoping to beat my placement at Barnacle & Dime Big Run (Top 4%) but I’m still really happy! I managed to beat two Triumvirates and got close at least three other times. I hope the trio of kings gets to enter a regular salmon run rotation (or at least give us Big Runs even after support for Splat3 ends)

[rosicheeks]

Unfortunately relatable. I grew up in the church and have a lot of Christian trauma from that. I show up for special occasions for my parents… sometimes. But it’s uncomfortable from the moment I step through the door. Bigoted pastor, the self-righteousness disguising the prejudice, the political comments from the altar. Shots at young people left right and center as if the hell on earth wasn’t caused by the same older generation 90% of the congregation belongs to..

I miss being young in the choir and the youth groups and not struggling with it. It’s wild to look back at the younger version of me who was unshakeable in his faith and honestly just saddening.

I was texting my sister today about it and she said

“I 100% think ALL of us have a ton of religious trauma and everyone else in the family just doesn’t realize it cause they’re still drinking the kool-aid.”

I ran out of tag room and didn’t want to delete any 😭 seriously not lying I could write a book about all my thoughts and experiences

[chillgamesh-the-swing]

new! boot! goofin!!!!!!

[black-and-yellow-bracket]

Here's the bracket!

Sorry for the delay, everyone! I've been getting all the assets for the tournament ready as fast as I can!

Here's a peek at the bracket for round 1!

as you can see, we have quite the scathing matchups! i mean...Leorio and Kurapika vs Sasuke and Naruto? i'm gonna lose my mind.

Polls will go live tomorrow, March 10th, at noon EST! i hope to see you there!

i'll also put it in text below the cut because unfortunately, the bracket maker i was using cut off the longer names.

ALSO TO WHOEVER SEEMINGLY MADE UP NEW GONCHAROV LORE JUST FOR THIS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I AM HONORED. so naturally i had to include it

Kazuki Kurusu + Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies) VS Bumblebee (Transformers)

Janus (Sanders Sides) VS Nico di Angelo + Will Solace (Percy Jackson)

Tails + Shadow (Sonic) VS Ampharos (pokemon)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) VS Eraserhead + Present Mic (BNHA)

Yellow in the Night (Goncharov) VS The Signal (DC)

Kurapika + Leorio (HxH) VS Naruto + Sasuke

Sunny + Basil (OMORI) VS Blake + Yang (RWBY)

Zagreus + Melinoe (Hades) VS Misa Amane (Death Note)

Antauri + Nova (Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go) VS Cole + Vania (Ninjago)

Mami Tomoe + Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) VS Scorpion (Mortal Kombat)

Sollux Captor (homestuck) VS Cloud Strife + Zack Fair (Final Fantasy)

Yor + Loid Forger (Spy x Family) VS Terry Hintz (LISA)

Gene Khan / Mandarin (Iron Man Armored Adventures) VS Pikachu (pokemon)

Roxas + Xion (Kingdom Hearts) VS Celty (Durarara!!)

Gundham Tanaka + Kazuichi Soda (Danganronpa 2) VS Barry B Benson (Bee Movie)

Goro Majima (Yakuza) VS Roxie Road (Mysims)

Can you believe these matchups?

Also, i tried to do just one entry from each fandom,,,but pokemon made its way onto here twice. this is my bias. <3

[mangoisms]

WAIT A SECOND. just saw something. remember when i was wondering if people knew what batarangs were. because i constantly wonder about the level of knowledge ppl have in-universe in gotham. WELL

i didn’t even realize it when i read this issue but. PRESUMABLY. it IS because they’re at a party and she thinks he’s just ‘dressed’ as robin. so people do know that batarangs are. well. called batarangs. right?????

sorry i just saw this posted again on instagram and it BARELY hit me. ok. wow. it was for a thing in ck that i ultimately solved by having him call it that. but. that’s not necessary. apparently. well.

(also this page and the few after are so funny to me. this entire thing. bc bart and kon step in and then he gets mad 😭)

[aaravos-answers]

(same anon here with the touchy guy best friend) Don't get me wrong, Aaravos, I never reciprocated his romantic feelings...I always knew they were there, but I didn't want our friendship to get awkward because of it

What I didn't know was he'd been alienating me from the other guys for MONTHS, and I'd always feel left out and lonely in groups, and he'd be the person i'd turn to, the person i thought I could trust

So when i found out he was the cause of all my misery, my heart just absolutely shattered, you know? Because I didn't know this was the sheer extent of his feelings for me...and it creeped me out, because he was the kind of guy who didn't take no for an answer

my sixth sense would always scream at me whenever he'd touch me in a way I wouldn't like...like the one time he put his hand on my waist, and honest to god, I was not only creeped out, but I was also scared. i don't know why, and i didn't know how to tell him to stop touching me, but it scared me...i was thirteen years old, and i still remember my heart pounding-

and i do hate him, but honestly, i feel like its my fault too...the signs were all there from the start and i chose to ignore them in a desperate bid to revive a friendship and a person i knew was too adamant to change

and i think this is the first time i'm really, genuinely talking about this, since i don't think i have any friends at all anymore

Oh, goodness, little one, you've been carrying this around for quite some time, haven't you?

Starling, breaking away from such a thing with little to no support is incredibly difficult, and I am so, so proud of you for it. <3

...Do let me know if you ever see him again. I have a blade you can borrow, if you'd like.

[petrichorium]

Been picking away at a lil drabble abt spitting in jing yuan’s mouth and u would be So surprised how hard this is