#just w/e sparks muse!

[lvciddreamt]

@blcssom​

“why do you insist on hovering like that? we’re alone, you don’t have to keep up the facade.” 

[painsandconfusion]

Breathless

Merry Whump of May - Day 1

[“Get back in there” | Ring box | Cliff] (tw: claustrophobia, panic attack, phobia, death threat, failed escape attempt, punishment, self inflicted injury (panic), splinters under nails, manhandling)

[Merry Whump of May Masterpost] [Phobia Whumper Masterpost]

Whumpee’s eyes were burning and blurring over as they gripped at Whumper’s fingers. “N-noonononno please no-”

“Shut up already and get back in there-” Whumper shoved them further into the crate. It had started off as a large shipping crate and now felt like an apple crate, bruising in at their shoulders and knees and ankles as they tried to twist and curl to stash themself tighter into the space. As it closed in on them. Sucked their breath and whisked it away to an unknown darkness that pervaded their mind and dripped cold through their white-hot flesh.

“PLEASE- Pelas e I w-won’t d o it again pl-ease-pplease-!”

Whumper shoved the lid on the box, latching it into place. “Try to pick that lock, you little pest.”

The air in the quickly-heating space stuck at their lungs and slammed in and out of their throat in choppy, uneven bursts. They gasped and shoved and clawed, only distantly aware of the bruises pressing at their bones and the shards of wood wriggling up under their nails. The panic was too thick. Too stifling. 

Forget the apple crate. This felt like a bread box now. A ring box, even. Impossibly small and crushing their bones under its infinitely shrinking horror. 

Pleas and screams kept exploding from them, sucking what little air they had into worthless desperation. “PL-EASE PL LEASE WH HUMPER PLLLEASE- LE T ME OUT O-OPEN TH- SSSTOP-STOP STOP-PLEASE-”

The boards over and around them creaked slightly as Whumper settled their weight onto the crate. Whumpee froze, dreading for a moment the thought of Whumper’s weight cracking through the box and crushing them only to realize that would mean the box was broken and they would be better able to wriggle out or at least get some fresh air inside. They pushed against the spot. 

Whumper mused as they sat there, “I could do anything right now, you know… Couldddddd…..toss you in a lake. Off a cliff. Bury you in the garden..”

Whumpee’s sobs started fresh, thrashing gaining new strength. Their heart twisted and stabbed. They couldn’t breathe- “Nn--onp plp-lease-ep-pleas-”

“We don’t have to do that, though, do we? Because you’re not gonna pick any more locks.”

“Y-ees-y– nn-n-omore-!” Just desperately agreeing to anything that had even the vaguest promise of getting out. Nothing else held their attention as darkness grew and their head weighed more on their aching shoulders.

“Good. I’ll leave you in here tonight to let you really think that over before we try again.”

tagging isn't sparking joy today, i am so sorry-

[oceanicxeyes]

prompts 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  ( accepting ) // @theweredrifter

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

It started as a joke. One of those playful banters that they shared so many times already that had become almost a second nature to them. Gabriel was always putting on a show to make him laugh, from pillow fights, to tickles, to sneak attacks just to hear him shriek like a banshee. It started like that - with Gabriel putting on a pair of the siren's jeans and making the joke that he could fill them up better than Walter ever did. Which was ok... until the siren out of nowhere came with the comment that Gabriel looked good enough to EAT.

His roommate took that as a challenge. Maybe he was calling his bluff, maybe he was teasing, maybe he wanted it. But the truth was Gabriel's response was not what Walter expected: Then why don't you eat me?

It was not a bluff neither it was an attempt to rile his roommate. It was pure and unfiltered desire. Something about Gabriel wearing his clothes was a monumental turn-on ( one Walter didn't knew he had ) and before he could even register what was happening, he had moved from the couch that was currently Gabriel's bed and he was pulling the other man by his wrist so that he could kiss him like he had never kissed anyone before.

It was rough yet kind. It was primal yet sincere. Tongues tangling, moans echoing, hands desperatly trying to remove every bit of garment in existance from the other's body. Walter almost fell as he tried to take out his pants - Gabriel was almost rolling on the floor laughing - but a well delivered spank on his roommate's behind was enough to make Gabriel... BEHAVE. Guess even old dogs could learn new tricks.

"Want me to eat you, do you?" There was something raw in Walter's voice as he took a firm hold of Gabriel's ass with both of his hands, bringing their bodies closer than it had ever been before. "Bet you're delicious. I might have to devour you whole." He doesn't wait for a response. There is something in Gabriel's eyes that give him all the answer Walter needs. The same spark of NEED that exists in his own gaze. The very same HUNGER.

Walter moves and positions himself behind Gabriel, kissing his neck and licking his skin while eager, frantic fingers undo the front of the pants in order to give the siren enough room to pull them down just below the curve of Gabriel's ass. "Be a good boy. Bend over." His hands push Gabriel forward to the bed and Walter loses little time to crouch behind his roommate as large, warm hands spread the cheeks apart to reveal the prize that made Walter moan the lewdest of moans.

"You are so fucking perfect." His throat his dry and so are his lips and Walter licks them for a second before diving in, thrusting his tongue into the tight, muscled ring that reacts instantly at the intrusion by clenching hard around his tongue. Gabriel was tight. He was so tight that...

W A L T E R ! ! ! ! !

"Uh? What?!" The sound of Gabriel's voice echoing in the living room brings him back to the present. It takes Walter a moment to realize that he was supposed to comment on the fact that Gabriel was wearing his pants. That he filled them better than he did. Pinks turn crimson and Walter is quicker than light itself in grabbing a pillow and pulling it over his lap. What in the actual....??? Did he just daydream that? What the...???

"M-Maybe you should keep them. T-They uh... they- they look good on you." Gosh, was it hot in there? Were the windows closed? It felt like a freaking sauna in that living room all of the sudden.

[pentaxed-a]

huh...

anons b nasty

[transformers-trash-fan]

Hi! I'd like to request what pet names the TFP cast would use for their s/o's! Thank you!

I did something similar to this a while ago post oh....it was 2019.....it’s due for an update seeing as I’m pretty sure that was my first post. Also these will be written assuming the S/O in Question is human

I’m gonna be honest here this one was kinda hard because pet names are often very personal or based on something specific so I really tried to keep this General while also you know actually doing something. So I hope this is close to what you wanted!

Bots

Optimus

Sweetspark/sweetheart, S/o’s name

Dear or Love, shortened version of S/o’s name

My love, my spark,

Ratchet

S/o’s name, shortened versioned S/o’s name

Spark*, Dear

Sweetspark, Dear, Honey

*like love, heart = Spark= love

Bulkhead

Babe, Love/Spark,

shortened punny version of S/o’s name, Rockstar, pop rock, Doll, Babe,

WheelJack

Babe, S/o’s name, Hottie, Short stack, firecracker S/o’s nickname, S/o’s favorite thing (I.e. food, show, book, etc.)

Arcee

S/o’s name

Um...honestly I just don’t see Arcee as a nickname/pet name person

Bumblebee

Honey, S/o’s favorite flower (fight me it’s cute) honey suckle, Butterfly

Smokescreen

Darling, Babe, Partner (personally I imagine this as a cowboy thing) Star, Muffin,

Ultra Magnus

My dear, my darling, treasure, S/o’s name

Cons

Megatron

Pet, dear, Spark, Queen/King or uh...gender neutral royal person title… Monarch

StarScream

My S/o’s name, ....I also don’t really see screamer as a nickname person sorry

SoundWave

Love, name of a song/sound that reminds him of S/o.

and that’s about it if anything

Shockwave

He wouldn’t because it’s unnecessary sorry

Dreadwing

Dear, sweetspark, or S/o’s name. Sorry

Knockout

Beauty, Dear, love, muse, 

Breakdown

Honey, Darling, Hero (s/o gets this nickname from saving him) Tiny

And that’s it! Thank you if you made it this far and sorry this took ages anon

[dreamerstreamer]

Lackadaisical

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x gn!reader

Summary: Your favourite days were the ones where nothing particularly happened, but the air was filled with guitar chords, soft giggles, and Wilbur Soot.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: requested by a sweet anon who asked for cuddles and something soft! i hope i delivered <3 inspired by wilbur’s song, ‘i’m in love with an e-girl’.

You gingerly turned the next page in your book, your gaze carefully tracing over each individual letter as you took in each word.

It was a quiet evening. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, the sky painted with splashes of orange and lavender hues and the occasional ivory cloud. You inhaled a deep breath, burying your face into the chestnut brown sweater you wore. The scent of earl grey tea and rain filled your head lovingly, and you hid a smile in the soft fabric. It was a few sizes too long for you, the sleeves hanging limply off your elbows, which only made sense, given that it belonged to your boyfriend.

Speaking of Wilbur, you were pretty sure he was about to finish streaming soon. Wasn’t it nearly six, now?

You shook your head, looking back down at your book and relishing in the silenc—

Thud.

“Ow, Christ.”

Never mind.

Your eyes stopped reading in the middle of the sentence, and you let out an almost inaudible sigh. Grabbing a bookmark from your lap, you set your book down on the coffee table beside you. “Will?” you called, pressing your mouth into a thin line in concern. “You okay there?”

You watched with a mixture of worry and amusement as your tree of a boyfriend strode into the room, his hand pressed over his forehead where you were quite certain a bruise was about to start forming. “Yeah, I’m—I’m good.” With a dramatic sigh, he collapsed on top of you, his lips quirking as you let out a loud grunt and flailed your arms.

“W-Will!” you gasped, feeling his weight press down on your chest. “Get off of me! You’re heavy!”

Wilbur—the bastard—only snuggled into your chest further, weighing down on your chest more, if that was even possible. “You’re quite comfortable, really,” he said. “I might even replace the couch with you.”

You laughed, using your knee to push him off of you. Cool air rushed into your lungs as you giggled, poking at him with your foot. “I couldn’t breathe, you prick,” you managed between breaths.

He smiled at you, leaning over to poke your nose. “I know. It was funny.”

You rolled your eyes at him, hitting him a little harder with your foot. “You know,” you mused, your gaze scanning up and down his lanky figure, “these kinds of things wouldn’t be an issue if you weren’t so freakishly tall.” You gestured vaguely. “Like, knocking your head into doorframes, being so heavy. All that.”

A grin split across his face and he rose to his feet. “Well,” he said, looming over you, “if I wasn’t so freakishly tall, then I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

Before you even knew what was happening, his arms were wrapped around your waist and he was hoisting you into the air above his head. You let out a sharp yelp, your eyes the size of saucers as you stared down at him in alarm. His grin widened.

Then, he began to spin.

“Will, Will, Will, Will, Will!” you yelled, gripping onto his arms for dear life as the world became a hazy blur around you. You didn’t doubt that the neighbours could hear you, but you were too busy trying not to fall to care. “Will, oh my god, please!”

“Please go faster, I hear?” He smiled wickedly at you. “Whatever you say.”

You didn’t think he could go any faster.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

You were positively screaming now, his name escaping your lips in bursts of crying laughter. You felt like you were absolutely flying with hands arms around your waist and the ground lying well over six and a half feet below you.

A few seconds—or was it years, at this point?—Wilbur’s spinning began to slow, your laughter steadily dying down until he had brought you to a full stop. You wiped a tear your eye, your eyes having begun watering from just how hard you were laughing as he finally set you on the ground. Your knees buckled slightly as your feet met the floorboards beneath you, but he was quick to set you down on the couch, settling you in between the plush cushions.

“That,” you heaved as he collapsed in the empty space next to you, “was awful.”

He reached over the side of the couch for something, his mouth curling into a smile. “You loved it.”

You sank further into the couch, grumbling. Yeah, you did.

With a soft grunt, he sat back on the couch once more, an acoustic guitar held between his lithe fingers. Opening up his arms to you, he smiled. “Hey, c’mere.” 

You grinned and climbed over into his lap, making yourself comfortable while settling in between his legs. You leaned back against his broad chest, feeling the warmth of his body wrap around you like a worn, familiar blanket. He set the guitar in front of you, placing his hands on the fingerboard and strings in front of you.

“Sing with me,” he murmured in your ear, his voice sounding like a soft, soothing lullaby you wouldn’t mind playing on repeat, “okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered back, not wanting to ruin the sincerity of the moment.

“I wanna be the guy,” he sang, recognition immediately sparking in the back of your mind, “that you fall asleep on call with.” His eyes shined as he looked down at you expectantly, and you couldn’t help but smile as you sang back shyly.

“I’ll make you forget,” you sang quietly, something shy nipping at your vocal chords, “every guy that came before me.”

His grin widened. “'Cause I love you.”

“And you like my—wait.” You furrowed your brows at him. “That’s not how the song goes.”

He leaned his head down to rest his chin on the top of your head, setting his guitar in the space next to him, the one you were previously occupying. “Sometimes a little creative liberty is necessary for an artist to properly express their true feelings.”

You turned around in his lap to face him properly. Reaching up, you held a hand to his face. Instinctively, Wilbur dipped his head down to meet yours, your lips meeting in a warm kiss. You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone and felt him smile into your mouth. You loved days like this, you really did.

Pulling back, you squished his cheek in your fingers, smiling fondly at him. “You’re such a sap.”

He dipped his head down again, this time to press his forehead against yours. “’Cause I love you.” 

You snorted, cuddling into his chest once more.

“I love you too, dork.”

[perriewinklenerdie]

Married (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,4 k

Summary: Parts of Ines’s wedding told from Ethan’s perspective feat. E&C dancing, staring at each other during the wedding, basically being a married couple and everyone calling them out for it. OH3 Chapter 11 added content.

Warnings: None, it’s fluff town all the way

A/N: I feel scammed by PB. All the golden opportunities - wasted. So I fixed it.

His shoes sank a bit in the sand as he began walking towards the venue. More and more people were beginning to arrive, sounds of conversation and laughter increasing by the minute. He recognized his coworkers with ease and approached them. The first to notice him is Tobias, his eyebrow arching slightly at the sight of him.

“You came alone? Where’s Herondale?” he asked, looking over Ethan’s shoulder to search for the blonde resident.

“She helped me fix my tie, then kicked me out of our room. And refused to let me see the dress.” He explained, shrugging with a helpless laugh. Harper laughed along with him, clapping her hands gently.

“That’s wife behavior. Are you sure you two aren’t married?”

“Dude, if you two eloped, I’m not going to be working out with you anymore.” Bryce chimed in, acting as though he was offended, a serious look overtaking his face.

“Where would you- why would you- “ Ethan started stumbling over his words, realizing only after a moment that everyone was smirking at him teasingly. He huffed, fighting a blush that creeped onto his cheeks anyway. “I see. You all think you’re funny.”

“You make it too easy, Ethan.” Harper giggled, shaking her head.

“And we know we’re funny, Ethan.” His mentor put his hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

“Hilarious, even.” Baz added.

A small sound of an incoming message caused everyone to stop talking. Sienna unlocked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen.

“Claire just texted me a photo of her in a dress.”

Immediately, everyone jumped to her side, long before Ethan could even move his finger. Once he woke up from the daze, he took a step towards the young doctor that he considered his friend. Zaid stopped him in his tracks with a hand pressed to his shoulder.

“She said to not let you see the photo.”

“Why?”

Her voice rang from behind him. “I wanted to see your reaction myself.”

Ethan turned around and, at once, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze dropped to her shoes and dragged up her body slowly. The gentle flow of her skirt, pink silk that he knew for sure would almost spill through his fingers. The bodice, snug against her chest, accentuating her curves and making his male brain run wild. Careful to not linger on her chest too long – he would not get crap from their friends for this – he finally looked at her face. She was grinning smugly with a bit of a nervous spark.

He stepped up to her, resting his hand on the dip of her waist, tracing the floral patterns under his touch. With his other hand, he grasped hers in a gentle manner, raising it to press a warm kiss to her fingers.

“You’re taking my breath away.” he muttered, staring at her intensely.

“Hypoxia is dangerous, maybe I should go.” Claire teased, leaning away a fraction of an inch. He immediately pushed on her back to stop her, their personal spaces merging.

“Not having you by my side is fatal.” He dropped his voice to a low rumble, her grin melting into the soft smile. Their lips met in a slow kiss, no heat to it, just pure emotions.

They remained like that for a prolonged moment, his hands carefully pressing her to his chest. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making their bodies move in a swaying motion.

Jackie burst their bubble. “You, lovebirds, the brides are about to arrive, cut it out.”

Ethan pressed his lips to Claire’s one last time, then leaned away. Their noses brushed against one another as their eyes met. He whispered gently. “I’ll come find you after the ceremony.”

She pecked his cheek sweetly. “Can’t wait.”

--

He wasn’t particularly a fan of weddings. He wasn’t invited to a lot of them, either. If combined with his dislike for big social gatherings, one would come to the conclusion that Ethan Ramsey was miserable right in that moment.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

As Ines and Angie exchange vows and talk about their love for each other, his eyes find Claire. Sitting in her chair across the aisle, she’s holding Sienna’s hand and passing her a tissue. She’s all anyone could ever ask for, and the mere sight of her makes him fall down into the void of memories.

How far he’s come as a person. A cynic that dreaded what a new year would bring along with a new batch of interns. A man that had only two people in his life that he could call friends. A man that went to the bar every night to forget the day behind him, only to go back to his empty apartment. All of that was so long ago that he barely recognized that version of himself anymore. He was so different now.

He smiled more. Laughed, even, and found that he didn’t find stupid jokes Lahela made all the time half as annoying as he once did. He didn’t spend every waking moment at work. Instead, he enjoyed his time off. Still at a bar, but not to drink away his worries. Not alone – not anymore.

Now, he had someone to come home to.

Claire shook her head as she laughed at what Zaid said and Ethan’s heartbeat quickened. They grew together as people too, and along with that, their relationship evolved.

From the night they spent together in the NICU, when her head slowly fell onto his shoulder and he couldn’t find a single cell in his body to tell him to lean away. Because he wanted her to be close. It was the first moment in which he thought that maybe this brilliant woman was meant to be more to him than just an intern – and right after that, he squashed the idea back down.

Every hold of her hand, every silent sign of support, he cherished it all. Unknowingly falling deeper for the woman that would become the center of his universe before he realized what was happening.

Their kiss in Miami would be at the forefront of his mind in his every living second until he kissed her again. Growing stronger with each time his resolve broke and their lips met, softly or with wild abandonment.

The first time he could call her his – the first time he had her to himself. He knew in that moment that he was ruined for everyone else. No one would ever make him feel that way, ever again. He knew it damn well – and yet, he still fought against it.

Absence makes heart grow fonder. He now knew it was true. Months he spent away from her, keeping her at arm’s length, taught him as much. How could he deny those words when the moment he pulled her closer to him outside his apartment and their lips touched, he felt his mind go blank and his heart stop. He vowed to never let her leave again. To never lose her.

And then he almost did.

The thought alone made his muscles spasm, and he was a millisecond away from running to her side, just to feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat. Leaving her side now, even if only for a moment, even to do their job, caused a silent voice to go off in his head. A wave of panic usually followed, staying with him until he saw her again.

Thankfully, nowadays, she was within his reach most of the time. She never asked why he sometimes needed to pull her close and just hold onto her – she knew.

He felt the corners of his lips rise on their own accord. She was radiant in every second of every day. In that moment, she was the most beautiful person there. The idea that it was him that she continuously chose to be with, day after day, only made him smile wider.

This was it for him. He found his one and only, as cliché as that sounded – he knew it for sure. Guess weddings really did make people reflect on love after all.

Ethan was very much aware of how lovestruck he must have been looking in that moment. With his eyes on Claire, he was a picture of a man in love – and he was finally ready to admit that he was. He loved her.

Almost as though she could hear his thoughts, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes met and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face. His lips moved as he mouthed the words, her smile becoming gentler.

“I’m yours.”

She mouthed it right back to him.

--

Music wasn’t as obnoxious as he anticipated it to be. That didn’t, of course, mean that he condoned every dance move he saw the guests do. He decided to not complain, though – it was a day to be happy, he wouldn’t bring anyone down with his opinion on their questionable choices of moves.

Currently, he was seated by the table, nursing his whiskey. Mirani twins, Tobias and Naveen sat beside him, all five men watching their colleagues party with wine glasses in their hands.

“How long, do you think, will it take for one of them to break a glass?” Baz asked, leaning out of his seat to see his friends better. Zaid grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Any second now. And my bet is on Varma.”

“Why?” Tobias’s face twisted in confusion as he turned towards him, intrigued. Zaid shrugged.

“Because she can.”

Ethan tuned their conversation out, choosing instead to look at his girlfriend. She danced with Sienna, laughing as they sang along to the song. Her dress moved with her, flowing through the air elegantly. He felt the urge to stand up and walk up to her.

“Ramsey, you do know you can just walk up to her instead of sitting here and pining for her, right?” Tobias snickered, punching Ethan’s shoulder playfully. He scoffed, leaning away with a hint of a burn in his cheeks.

“I’m not pining for her.”

“You are.” All four of his companions replied.

He was so distracted by their words that he failed to notice an approaching form. Her hand landed on his shoulder softly, the tips of her nails scratching the back of his neck. Knowing who it was, he leaned into her touch, breathing out deeply.

“Sorry, gentlemen, but I’m stealing him.” she mused happily, dragging her hand down his arm until her fingers tangled with his. Ethan let her pull her up, looping his arm around her waist.

“Stealing is bad, Herondale.” Tobias shot back, moving his eyebrows suggestively at the couple. Claire opened her mouth to speak, but Ethan beat her to the punch.

“She can’t steal something that’s already hers.” He grinned at them, then turned towards her. Claire’s jaw dropped in surprise at his boldness, her posture softening enough for him to pull her away from the table, smirking. Faintly, he heard Tobias’s words.

“Married. For sure.”

Ethan’s arms wrapped around her, fingers hooked onto her hipbones. She threw her arms around his neck, staring up at him with a soft smile. A slow song began playing and one look at where the DJ was situated told them who was behind this change. Ines grinned at them, giving them thumbs up and a cheeky wink.

“Is it just me, or is everyone trying to tell us something?” Claire giggled, nuzzling her nose against his jaw. He kissed her nose gently.

“So, you noticed it too?”

“Kinda hard not to. Girls said we’re acting like a married couple at least twice today.” she traced the lapel of his jacket, laughing quietly at the recognition in his eyes.

“Guys did it too.” Ethan muttered, tightening his hold on her. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“And how does that make you feel?”

He was silent for a long while. They swayed to the song, tuning out everything else. To her surprise, he didn’t tense up – nothing about his posture spelled out the doubts he once told her he had.

“Not as terrified as it did before.”

Claire leaned back to look at him. Their eyes met, tender understanding in them. Ethan leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, perfectly soft and not nearly deep enough. She clutched his lapel in her fist, creasing the fabric with how strong her pull was. His fingers dug into her back, skipping past the coarser material of her bodice and gripping the soft silk of her skirt. A voice in the back of his head told him to loosen up the hold or he’ll mark the fabric, but the overwhelming need he felt for her overshadowed everything else and he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

The song ended and with it, their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, they caught their breath, standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Blissfully unaware of how much attention they gathered with their tender moment.

Ethan opened his eyes and finally allowed his mind to register the music again. Some sort of a fast tune that made people around them go mad. His girlfriend stared at him with an unspoken question, and he got the meaning perfectly well.

With a definite move, he dipped her onto the floor. She giggled, the sound breaking through the loud music to reach his ears. Ethan smirked, throwing her back into his arms. With his lips against her ear, he mused hotly.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Her leg wrapped around his thigh, pushing their bodies closer. His voice broke off and his breath shuddered at the way their bodies clashed and the suggestive smirk she sent his way. His hand fell to her ass, all inhibitions gone.

“Ethan!” she exclaimed, laughing at the carefree smile he gave her. He moved his hand a bit, albeit begrudgingly.

“Can you blame me? You’re irresistible.” He muttered, kissing the shell of her ear. Claire hummed, then twirled out of his hold and back into it, jumping into his arms with her legs wrapped around his hips. Ethan groaned deeply in his throat, making her smirk.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve too.”

Notes

This is a part 2 to the Mile High Club fic. As I said, PB could have made the chapter so good with all the wedding themes that I’d lose my wig. Writers apparently don’t know how to do basic research into fiction themes, but that’s okay (kinda). It just means I have more material to work with.

Round two smut is coming soon. 

Thank you for reading! <3

Tagging separately

[narrators-journal]

Step three

Back with another spicy part while I wait for more tasty tasty asks! This one includes consent! Look at Illumi go!

cw: nsfw, possessiveness, mentions of murder, that’s about it honestly

Previous part: here

First part: here

Illumi enjoyed his new relationship, but he was also somewhat confused by it. He was never taught much about 'dating', marriage was about the only romantic dynamic he knew of in detail, but after 5 or so outings together with you, his mother had informed him that you two were officially a couple. However, when the dark haired assassin had assured her he'd be swift in getting a wedding band for you, she'd put a halt to his plans,           "Now now Illumi dear, you can't just jump to marriage with this girl." she'd chided gently, "She's shy, you'll overwhelm her with talk of marriage so soon. You still have wooing to do, so start out slow, 'boyfriend and girlfriend' status for now." The thought made the man grimace,          "Mother, I can further court her when she's my fiancee," His mother huffed at his stubborn tone,          "Dear, the titles of 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' are basically the same as fiance. The only difference is referring to this girl as your girlfriend will spook her less than calling her your wife. Trust me on this, your father was not the first man to date m-" He hung up on her before she could finish that thought. Nonetheless, he took her advice and refrained from calling you his fiancee, for now, though that's what you were to him in his mind. He'd confirmed his status on your next outing together, and it was reassuring for him to see how you turned pink at his inquiry and stuttered out your acceptance, it solidified the fact that you wouldn't be a wife he needed to worry about too much. However, this progression brought a new level of reluctance to leave you, to let Milluki watch you while he was on jobs. He very much wanted to just scoop you up now and take you to the safety of his family home, but Kikyo shot the idea down again, forcing him to 'take things slow' and 'ease (y/n) into things' . This issue was, of course, never a problem at work though. While it did bother him like a needle pressed too deeply into his shirt, he was a perfect professional, and didn't let his musings over what to do about you turn his work sloppy. If anything, his desire to return to you as soon as possible made him seek out more efficient methods of disposing of his targets, which permitted him some free time to pick off the meager few friends you had on his way back to his secondary home. That sort of detour is what earned him his current position. He'd returned home from a rather textbook assassination that had been simple to do and spared him a day or two to hunt down and kill your final remaining friend to you once again miserable.        "W-we're dating, right?" you'd asked, your voice shakey with anguish despite the (favorite flower) Illumi was standing on your porch offering to you. He nodded, hiding his disdain at the word behind a mask of his usual unchanging expression, "Than...do you mind staying the night with me? I've now l-lost all of mm-my friends and I've been so lonely..." you explained, physically shaking from the strain of fighting back tears. Illumi adored seeing you so isolated and alone, it was adorable in a dark way, and it meant he could finally be your only source of substantial human contact. You'd finally depend on him severely. Of course Illumi agreed to your demand, so the two of you spent the day together, and when evening fell, you snuggled into his side, squishing your form to him as if that would push out more of the attention you so craved. It was honestly hard for him not to smile in the dark living room while you watched a movie and clung to him while he played with your (h/l), (h/c) hair, you were just too cute when you were so needy for him. Just like she was the night I'd moved in. he thought, but than had to force himself not to recall the night you'd slept on the couch in nothing but your panties and a shirt, begging for him to claim you with the way you laid on your back, shirt pushed up just enough to preview a hint of your (r/c) panties. Now was not the time to rile himself up. He might not have much self-restraint. Luckily, he had the discipline to focus on something else aside from that night, and he found he rather enjoyed having you nestled beneath his arm, your own (s/c) arm draped loosely across his chest and, after a while, your leg thrown over his lap. The simple physical contact made Illumi burn with an addictive, yet not lustful, warmth. He couldn't place the feeling, but it made the ebony haired assassin tighten his grip on your dozing form. If he wasn't certain of your destiny as his wife, he was now. After that night, he admittedly lingered a tad. He came over quite a bit under the guise of checking on you while you were so vulnerable, but it seemed he wasn't as skilled at hiding such an unknown emotion.        "Illumi?" you hummed one night when he was over, laying between your legs with his head on your chest while you lounged on the couch with a tv show on as a way to keep you from being awkward in the silence,        "Yes, (y/n)?" he responded, moving to look up at you while you threaded your fingers through his silky black hair,       "I do enjoy you coming over and spending time with me, but you do realize you can just come over to hang out sometimes, right?" you asked, smiling slightly.        "Ah, I don't want to seem overbearing," he said, lying slightly, not wanting to try and explain this addiction to your soft, affectionate touches and cuddles. You giggled, blushing a bit as you spoke again,      "Well, I-I don't mind you being over, so as long as you ask first, I don't see how you'd be overbearing." you assured. Illumi hummed in response, looking at you curiously for a moment before he resituated himself so that he was propped up on his elbows, your face darkening in response to the shift causing his hips to be pressed more against yours, to look down at you. For a moment the two of you looked at one another, than he lowered his head and kissed you. He felt you tense in response, so he pulled away slightly, far enough to break the kiss, but close enough so that his warm breath gently fanned over your (s/c) face. However, you didn't complain, instead giggling and turning a darker shade of pink, so after a short moment, he pressed his lips to yours again in a quick kiss, pausing for a shorter time before doing it again. Much to his delight, you began kissing back. With that encouragement, he held the next kiss, leading you into a short make out session. After he pulled away again, you giggled again, your face now pretty red, which gave Illumi a spark of smug satisfaction, I'm the only man you'll be this vulnerable for. He mentally told you, but he refrained from verbalizing the thought at this moment. He could potentially get consent for sex, he couldn't risk it for his controlling urges.         "Um, 'lumi?" you asked, your voice a quiet, slightly breathy whisper, drawing the man out of his possessive thoughts and back to the moment, "d-do you think we could, I dunno, um, s-see how far this goes?" you asked, your (e/c) eyes now refusing to meet his, but this time it wasn't because of how empty they were, but because of your flustered nerves.          "Only if you want to," he assured, "though, you should know that I have a habit to get a bit rough," he warned, more to see how you'd react. Judging from your embarrassed silence, you weren't opposed to that.          Such a good girl, (y/n) He thought before going in for another kiss, moving one hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him possessively. You squeaked, but only wrapped your arms around his neck, wiggling your hips testingly against the growing bulge in his pants, mewling when he mindlessly rutted against you. After that, things swiftly got more heated. He snuck a hand up your shirt as he moved his mouth down to your neck, no longer hesitating to leave a trail of rather rough love-bites down to your collar bone. He relished the little noises each nip and bite brought, even if they were more pained than pleasurable whimpers, as he tugged your top off and let you tentatively remove your bra, willingly revealing the soft breasts he'd memorized the night he'd laid his claim on you. Something about you shyly removing your clothes made his dick throb more. He was rather eager to nibble and suck at the tender (s/c) skin until you were writhing and whining more, your noises encouraging his touches, especially when he snaked a hand between your bodies to press against your clit and you gasped, pressing your hips into his hand hungrily. With that, he tugged your bottoms off, getting up to shed his own pants but returning to station himself back between your legs before you could sit up. He pushed you back down onto the couch and kissed you again, this time more forceful in the way he claimed your mouth and ate the needy moans you gave in response. The way you clawed into his shirt and did your best to grind against his cock to achieve any friction you could woke that primal emotion he always failed to repress, threatening to drive him crazy.       "(y/n)," he breathed, not outwardly showing just how badly a possessive, neglected desire was burning him from the inside out beyond his stiff member and the tight grip he had on your thighs, "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, his urges mixing with his lust strong enough for him to realize the likelihood of him potentially crossing a line. With your shy nod, he positioned himself correctly and pushed into you. He hummed along with your slightly shocked moan at the feeling of his throbbing member pressing into the delicious warmth of your welcoming cunt until he was buried up to his hilt.        "I-Illumi!" you breathed, gripping his shirt desperately while your walls twitched and spasmed around him as you adjusted to the intrusion. He grunted and kissed you as he began moving, slowly at first, but it didn't take long for the pleasure to drive him to pushing your thighs up to your chest and speeding up until the only sounds he heard in the room was the slew of lascivious noises you made and the slapping of skin upon skin. The new position made you moan more, slurring out his name, drunk on the delectable sensations after only a short while, when you orgasmed and your walls tightened around the assassin. However, he didn't stop to give you a break, only letting one of your legs go to move his hand to your hip, keeping you in place as he now plowed into you, driven by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that rolled through him. Outwardly, he didn't seem terribly phased, making few noises, but if the rough pace didn't reveal his feelings, the burning urge to make you scream his name was a big piece of evidence.         "Tell me who you belong to," he ordered, his voice firm and steady as always, despite how he was skillfully thrusting into you to make your (e/c) eyes roll into the back of your head. "Say it" he repeated, gripping your hip so hard it'd bruise again until you managed,       "y-yours! I'm yours!" you whined, clawing into the couch since you could no longer reach his shoulders,       "Again," he ordered, making sure to hit your g-spot so that you once again arched your back and moaned his name loudly,      "I'm yours! I-I'm all yours Illumi!" you gasped out, beginning to whine and whimper from the creeping pain of overstimulation, though luckily for you, the sound of you saying you belonged to  him was the push the assassin needed. He locked his hips against yours, ensuring he was as deep as he could be before shooting ropes of cum into you with a groan. As he came down from his euphoria high, he realized he still held onto your thigh and hip so hard that your thigh at least was beginning to bleed under his nails. You, however, didn't seem to mind or notice. He could see that your (e/c) eyes were already beginning to drift shut, your brain more than likely fried from your own repeated orgasm. It wasn't a new sight to him, but he savored it and the thought that he was the only one who would give you such ecstasy from now on. Once he could regain his composure, the little he lost, the man was careful as he moved you to lay on him, his dick still nestled snugly inside you, ensuring none of his potent seed slipped out while the two of you dozed off to the sounds of the forgotten TV.

[amazingmaeve]

Piano ↠ Percy Weasley

Percy Weasley Masterlist // Harry Potter Masterlist

Percy Weasley x Fem!Reader

“Is that my shirt”

“Can we cuddle?”

Request: Hello! Can you please do fluff for Percy Weasley with prompts 70 and 74? Thank you!

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: Y/N and Percy have been dating since their 5th year and now years later Percy finally pops the big question.

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive content, mentions of Fred’s death

AN: Love Percy ❤️

Y/N LOVED PLAYING THE PIANO, it was one of her most favorite things to do when she was bored. She was bored most of the time.

It started when she was younger when she was a hyper child and Y/N’s mother suggested a hobby. Y/N thought she’d never find anything that suits her, even though she was 6 years old.

But she found a piano.

Y/N was immediately entranced and wanted to learn how to play one.

Her mother signed her up for classes and in a couple months she was getting the hang of it. And ever since then whenever she was bored, nervous or anxious she would play the piano.

And it stayed with her throughout Hogwarts.

Y/N would somehow get a piano to Hogwarts by using magic or finding one. And that’s how she met the love of her life.

Percy Weasley.

Y/N’s heard of Percy Weasley the Prefect for Gryffindor. She’s heard he’s taken house points off his own house even.

Even though in the same year the two never ran into each other. They never really had the chance since Percy was too busy keeping up his perfect boy imagine.

That change when he found Y/N playing a piano.

Percy was walking around making sure no body was awake with him being a Prefect meant he had to take house points off anyone who was out and about roaming the halls at night. But he stopped in his tracks when he heard a beautiful piano.

Percy found the source of the beautiful instrument and saw Y/N sitting there looking beautiful in his opinion. Her fingers softly softly pressing down on the keys and playing it smoothly.

When Y/N had noticed him she had a shocked expression on her face.

“Oh my god please don’t take house points off,” Y/N begged getting off the stool and running towards him standing across from him.

When Percy got a look at Y/N’s place he thought she was the most beautiful person in the world.

The way her hair looked so effortlessly enchanting. The way her Y/E/C looked so dazzling caught him off guard for a second.

He knew he had to take points off her house and he knew he’d regret it.

“I’m sorry but I have no choice,” Percy sighed and immediately felt bed when noticed Y/N’s somber expression. “But if I never saw you I wouldn’t be able to take off points,” He offered giving her a look.

Y/N’s expression changed to elated in a second getting what he was saying.

“Oh thank you so much,” Y/N leant up to kiss his cheek and ran off to her room leaving Percy there a blushing mess.

For the rest of the week Percy couldn’t get his mind off the girl. And he thought he’d never see the stunning girl ever again.

Well except that Snape paired them together for a project.

Ever since then it was like sparks flying for them. They would cast each other looks and pass notes in class.

When ever Y/N saw him her breath would hitch and when they talked Y/N would get all flustered and always stuttered. Percy although was harder to figure out. He liked her and he knew he couldn’t keep feeling like this so he talked to her after a month of knowing each other.

The next day they had a date planned.

They were boyfriend and girlfriend. Y/N stuck with him throughout everything when, he had the fight with his and felt immense guilt Y/N comforted him.

Same with her when Y/N got a job offer in America Percy offered to give up his job at the minestry for her. Y/N was flattered by it but didn’t end up taking the job for him she wanted him to be happy.

Everything was perfect. They had a flat and everything was okay in their relationship.

That was until the wizarding war when Percy had to reunite with his family while Y/N caught besides him.

Y/N was there for him when he found out his younger brother Fred died. It had taken a toll on everyone and especially Percy.

Percy treated him so bad and even though before his death Fred forgave him along with George. But that didn’t stop the guilt running through Percy.

Y/N would hold him in their bed at night when he woke up crying. She hugged him and comforted him back to sleep.

But now everything was getting better. Percy was getting along with his family better now, and so was Y/N. Y/N would often under up with Ginny and Hermione for lunch.

When Y/N got home from their lunch, she put on one of Percys work shirts and went to the piano and playing it to calm her nerves.

Y/N didn’t hear the door opened to entranced with her piano Percy got her for her birthday.

“Is that my shirt love,” Percy asked leaning against the wall looking at his girlfriend who jumped not hearing him enter the flat.

“My goodness Percy don’t scare me like that,” Y/N let out a breath calming her breathing.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you,” Percy walked and sat on the stool next to her. “You look better than it than me.”

“Such a charmer,” Y/N teased with a smirk.

“You know me love,” Percy teases back.

Y/N returns her hands back to the piano continuing the song she was playing. Percy watched as she got so concentrated and so happy to be doing it. He could watch her all day.

“What are you staring at me for,” Y/N questions putting her hands in her lap.

“Just love the way you play,” Percy puts his hand in hers.

“Can we cuddle?” Y/N asks out of no where looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Right here,” Percy muses.

“No you idiot in bed,” Y/N punches his shoulder lightly.

“Relax love no need to get violent, i was only teasing,” Percy puts his hand up in defense.

Y/N rolled her eyes grabbing his hand and leading him to their room. Percy leave to the bathroom to change into his lazy clothes.

When Percy came back to the room he saw Y/N laying there waiting for him to come back. He could see the goosebumps on her from the cold.

Percy jumped into bed pulling the blanket over the both of them. Y/N rests her head on his chest leaving a few kisses on his bare chest.

“What are we gonna do for the rest of the day love,” Percy asked playing with her fingers as Y/N started to kiss his neck.

“I dunno cuddle,” Y/N lets out a giggle at his groan. “Did you have something else in mind,” She asks straddling him.

“Maybe something,” Percy suggests putting his hands on her hips squeezing.

Y/N hummed returing to kissing his neck as he played with his shirt he was wearing.

“Uh I have a question for you,” Percy tried to not let out a moan at Y/N’s lips on his neck sucking and kissing.

Y/N hummed against his neck running her hands up and down his chest jesturing for him to continue.

“I want to look at you when I ask,” Percy could sense the annoying dripping from her body.

“Really you want to ask a question right now,” Y/N asks wrapping her hands around his neck and up to his hair playing with it. “I thought you’d rather do something else,” She purred as she leaned next to his ear.

“You know I want to do that but I just have one question,” Percy let’s out a groan at her sentence.

“Okay but make it quick,” Y/N insists.

“Marry me,” He blurts out.

“W-what,” Y/N asks flabbergasted.

“You heard me marry me,” Percy gives her a smirk.

“Do you even have a ring,” Y/N questions.

“Of course I do but it’s in my coat pocket but I don’t want to get out of bed,” Percy explains. “So whatcha say,”

Y/N thought about it for a second. They were happy in life so why the hell not.

“Yes I will marry you.”

[lvciddreamt]

@scbrvght

“i don’t like this any more than you do, you know.”

[sing-a-sirensong]

Venomous

A Reed900 Venom AU I had rattling around in my brain, thanks to Discord.

Summary: Gavin’s strange new “roommate” has some questions about human behaviour. Rating: E Warnings: None

On AO3 here

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Some people have their entire lives planned out. Others have no plans at all, just letting life take them in any direction it happens to go. Either way, “expect the unexpected” is a commonly spoken phrase. Unexpected changes are a fact of life, all just a part of the human experience. However, there are some events that seem so far out of the realm of possibility that one might wonder about the existence of some giant cosmic joke. 

Gavin Reed is not the type of man to wax philosophical, or question some cosmic order, or think about his place in the universe beyond being a damn good detective. Right now, in fact, he’s pondering little more than what to eat for dinner as he stands idly waiting at a crosswalk. Music plays a little too loudly in his earbuds. 

Chinese again? Gavin wonders, scuffing his shoe against the pavement. Maybe pizza. Got one of those coupon books in the mail. 

He’s pulled from his musings by a touch against his shoulder, an accidental bump by another pedestrian crossing the opposite direction. Gavin turns his head as they walk away, allowing himself a brief up-and-down glance at the retreating figure. Tall, fitted slacks, legs a mile long. Fuck. Gavin thinks, I haven’t gotten laid in ages. 

Gavin.

He sighs tiredly, pausing his music. He’s gotten so used to the internal commentary by now that he doesn’t even feel surprised anymore when his new… roommate pipes up. 

“Yeah tar pit?” He answers, out loud. He fiddles absently with his earphones, grateful for the wonders of modern technology that keep him from looking like a complete lunatic talking to himself.

Having offspring now would be very inconvenient. 

“W-What?” Gavin stutters, taken off guard by the odd choice of topic. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about.” A mild annoyance that was not his own filtered into his mind. 

That other human. You considered procreating with them.

He scrubbed a hand over his unshaven face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That isn’t- ok first of all, don’t call it that. And second of all, this isn’t a conversation to have in public. Just wait five minutes until we get home.” The feeling of annoyance settled slightly, and his head was quiet again. 

Less than five minutes later, in the elevator to his apartment, the peace was broken.

We should not have pizza for dinner again. It is not healthy for us to have such an unvaried diet.

Gavin sighs again, something he seemed to do a lot more frequently now. He steps off the elevator, walking down the hall. 

“Alright, how about the chicken alfredo from that place around the corner?” He suggests, unlocking the door and stepping in, shrugging off his jacket and shoes. “I’ll even get it with broccoli so we can eat one whole vegetable.”

Can we get the chocolate lava cake? 

Gavin snorts, warm fondness settling in his chest. “Yeah buddy, we can get the chocolate lava cake.”

Excellent. 

A cantankerous meow signals the presence of Princess Peanut; Gavin’s crotchety, cranky, three-legged very senior cat. She stares up at him with two murky orange eyes and lets out another raspy howl. How rude of him to set foot in his own home and not pay attention to her immediately upon arrival. 

Gavin feels the now-familiar sensation of Nines manifesting physical form, a feeling akin to peeling tape or glue off of your skin, except it feels more everywhere. The odd creature Gavin now shares his body with leans down, bracing their weight on one hand and gently petting the cat with the other. It’s adorable, in a heartwarming, eldritch horror sort of way.

Nines appears to be a young man, looking almost human enough. Dark brown hair that sometimes slips into curling tendrils, blue-grey eyes that almost seem to glow, black stained nails that might be a little too sharp, gleaming white teeth that are definitely too sharp, and pale skin that’s just a touch too grey, fading into the swirling black mass at his hips where he emerges from Gavin’s torso. 

But as odd as it is, Gavin thinks this appearance is for his benefit. He knows that isn’t what Nines looked like the first time he showed himself to Gavin. He remembers it being almost… mechanical looking. All sharp lines, and sleek inky blackness. Two glowing eyes. Of course Gavin had been completely losing his mind at the time, in the middle of a (very understandable) breakdown, so his memories may be slightly exaggerated. 

Another grouchy meow jolts Gavin into motion, Nines retreating back under his skin.

“Alright you fucking Nut, I’m getting to it.” Gavin grumbles, opening a fresh tin for the princess’s dinner. He gives her a quick scratch under the chin, and leaves the kitchen to flop on the couch. 

Gavin.

He hums in acknowledgment, idly considering a nap before dinner. 

We are home.

“Yeah tar pit, we are.” He mumbles. 

We can continue the conversation about procreation now. 

Gavin’s eyes snap open, wide awake now. “Uh, yeah, I guess you’re right. Fuck, um.” He sits up, scraping his fingers roughly through his hair. “First of all, don’t call it that. It’s just sex. It’s not really about making babies or whatever, it’s to relieve tension. Because it just uh, feels good. Really good.” 

Unintentionally, Gavin remembers being bent over various pieces of furniture and fucked silly by his previous trysts. He flushes slightly with embarrassment, Nines definitely saw that. He’s still getting used to sharing a brain, sue him. 

An unconvinced murmur brings Gavin back to the present, Nines was apparently finished rifling through his sexual encounter memory catalogue.

The process of pursuing a sexual partner seems time-consuming and difficult. Why bother if it is not necessary? Your failures outnumber your successes. 

“Way to kick a guy when he’s down.” Gavin grumbles, but he knows the question is genuine and Nines has no malicious intent behind his statement. Nines simply thinks in terms of numbers; success and failure, yes and no, black and white. Gavin sighs. 

“I guess you technically don’t really need a partner, it’s just sometimes better when you’ve got one.” He explains, allowing Nines a very short glimpse of Gavin’s moments in bed or in the shower with just his hand for company. He can feel Nines consider this new information. 

A much more logical approach with a significantly higher success rate.

Gavin huffs out a laugh at Nines’ rational analysis, scratching idly at his chin.

“You’re not wrong.” He says. 

Show me.

“What?! No!” Gavin splutters, instinctively alarmed at the thought.

Why not?

“Because it’s fucking private, not some part of fascinating human culture to observe through a microscope!” A ridiculous point to make to someone that lives in his head and can read all his thoughts.

Gavin can practically feel the unimpressed look Nines is giving him.

Hm. It sounds like you are being a little bitch. 

Gavin barks out a surprised laugh. He’s clearly been a bad influence on Nines’ vocabulary. That warm fondness bubbles up in his chest again and he runs a hand through his hair. You know what, why the fuck not? His life is already so fucking weird, this might as well happen. 

“Shit, alright, why not.” He stands. “But we’re not gonna stay out here for this.” He closes the door behind him once he’s in the bedroom. Gavin does not want an untimely cat-shaped interruption. He strips down, tossing his clothes on the floor haphazardly, and lays flat on the bed. This, at least, isn’t unfamiliar territory. Nines has to be with him in the shower, and he’s merged with all his cells or whatever, so it’s not like he doesn’t know what Gavin looks like naked. 

Gavin relaxes into the sheets, one arm folded behind his head and the other palm resting on his stomach. He closes his eyes, breathing deeply, and tries to pretend this is just like any other time he’s jerked off. 

This is not very interesting.

Gavin can’t hold back his amused snort at the obviously unimpressed tone, but he feigns irritation anyways. “Yeah I’m going, I’m going.” He grumbles. 

He skims a hand down his belly, palming between his legs. This isn’t going to take long, he thinks, the barest touch and he’s already filling out from the anticipation of finally getting off.

Gavin eases into it, stroking slowly over hardening flesh. Pleasure sparks low in his belly, but doesn’t want to overwhelm Nines with too much too fast. But the mental feedback Gavin is receiving seems to just be curiosity at the new sensations, and steadily increasing interest. 

I think I am beginning to understand why humans choose to do this.

Gavin’s dick twitches at the low voice echoing in his head, and he laughs weakly. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He jokes. 

On the next upstroke he twists his wrist, fingers tracing a vein along the underside. He bites back a small noise, forcing his breathing to stay even and trying to quell the simmering heat in his belly.

Do that again.

Gavin’s breath stutters at the abrupt demand, but he complies, hand speeding up and thumb smearing a pearl of precome over the sensitive head. His hips jump and the fingernails of his opposite hand dig into his palm. 

“Nines I- ahh, uhm,” Gavin pauses to swallow hard, “I’m not gonna- ah- not gonna last long. S’been a while.” He manages to grit out. Fuck he’s gonna have a hard time keeping quiet. 

His cock is getting slick in his grip, leaking steadily now. Gavin would feel embarrassed, if he thought Nines cared even a slight bit about how long he lasted. A groan escapes him on the next swipe over the tip, and Gavin brings his hand down from under his head and bites his knuckle to muffle the noises. 

I want to try.

Gavin wheezes like he’s been punched, nearly sitting straight up in shock. 

“You what?” He chokes out. But after the initial surprise of the request, Gavin is slammed with a wave of arousal at the thought of Nines touching him. He squirms in place a little. 

I want to touch you.

Gavin’s cock throbs in his grip. He can feel the hungry curiosity from Nines filtering through his mind, and yeah, fuck, why not. He settles back into the blankets, cautiously laying his hand by his side.

“Oh-kay, yeah alright.” He breathes. “Just be careful alright? Us humans are fucking fragile.”

I would never hurt you.

Gavin feels a pinch of emotion at the sincerity in his statement, and relaxes further into the bed. He gives Nines the mental go-ahead. 

A familiar sensation starts up on his skin, and Gavin looks down to see rippling darkness emerge and pool across his hips, brushing against his cock. Against his overheated skin, it’s fucking cold.

Gavin instinctively jerks his hips back and yelps. 

“Shit that’s cold, Nines, fuck.” An apologetic hum echoes through his mind, and Nines pauses briefly. He resumes his path after a moment and covers Gavin’s cock entirely, deliciously hot this time and squeezes. Gavin curses. 

Better?

“Yeah, fuck, how’d you do that?” He gasps, fingers gripping the sheets. 

Temperature regulation is imperative for survival.

The reply is offhanded, most of Nines’ focus now on consuming Gavin’s responses to his touch. 

Gavin groans, his head tilting back in the pillow. Christ it feels so good, hot and tight and slick. He moans raggedly, praise falling from his lips. 

“Just like that, fuck that’s- that’s good, keep going.” Nines trills happily at the praise, spreading further up Gavin’s abdomen. Curious tendrils flick at Gavin’s nipples, and his hands fly up, gripping the pillow above his head. Nines continues to play with his chest, and Gavin arches into his touch. 

The grip around his cock is scorching, twisting sweetly over the tip with every squeeze. Gavin squirms with pleasure, futilely thrusting his hips up.

More of Nines’ inky form skates greedily across his skin, drinking in every one of Gavin’s reactions. He twines up Gavin’s arms, winding around his wrists and through his fingers, pinning his arms above his head. 

Black tendrils slide down the inside of his thighs, and Gavin spreads his legs without realizing, rocking his hips desperately. Nines smoothes over his body, pressing Gavin’s thighs wider. Gavin lets out a whine, feeling filthy and on display. He tugs against the hold on his arms, whining again when there’s no give.

Gavin always had a thing for being manhandled but fuck, this was- fuck. 

“Oh God, fuck- ohhh don’t stop- baby don’t stop-” Gavin pleads. Nines is purring in his mind, eagerly devouring his pleasure, experiencing it with him.

Gavin keens at the feeling of something prodding at his entrance, nodding frantically and gasping when it presses inside. 

It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before, smooth and slick tendrils sliding into him and exploring, swelling inside him until he’s filled so perfectly. He shudders and clenches down, gasping at the fullness. 

Fuck, then Nines starts moving, not thrusting but pulsing, rubbing deliciously against his inner walls. Gavin moans with every movement, drooling onto the pillow as his throaty ah ah ah’s fill the room. 

Gavin’s drowning in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. But then Nines presses up firmly, directly into his prostate, squeezing around Gavin’s cock at the same time. Gavin very nearly wails, babbling desperately. 

“Oh fuck, baby I’m so close- Nines, please sweetheart, I’m gonna come- don’t stop, baby please don’t stop-” He begs, writhing in Nines’ all-encompassing hold. 

“Gavin.”

His name is growled out loud, Gavin hears it right next to his ear, not in his mind, and the faint scrape of sharp teeth on his throat tips him over the edge. 

Gavin‘s voice cracks on a sob, mewling Nines’ name as he comes in long, aching pulses. His toes curl as pleasure rips through him so strongly it almost hurts. He clenches down hard on the tendrils inside him, thighs trembling from the force of his orgasm. 

Nines keeps moving, drawing it out until Gavin is whimpering from oversensitivity, finally relenting. 

Gavin melts into the mattress when Nines releases him, completely boneless. Instead of vanishing beneath his skin, Nines settles across his body like a soothing, form-fitted blanket, petting affectionately at Gavin’s arms and shoulders. 

Fuck, Gavin’s never come that hard in his life.

Was my performance satisfactory?

The smugness radiating through their mental bond was almost palpable. 

“You’re fucking insufferable.” Gavin slurs, tremors still running intermittently through his muscles. 

Perhaps more practice will be needed.

Gavin’s spent dick twitches pathetically at the thought. “If you want.” He mutters hoarsely. Gavin definitely wants. But his eyelids are drooping, and he nestles down into the pillow. A faint question tugs at the edge of Gavin’s mind. “Nap first, food after.” He mumbles, “And I’ll get your lava cake.” A moment’s pause. 

… Can we get two lava cakes?

Gavin smiles fondly into the pillow, chuckling quietly at the timid question. 

“Yeah baby, we can get two lava cakes.”

[valhyr]

@omnilimit​ asked : 🪞 - to catch my muse trying to compose themselves in front of a mirror . (for verona 👀)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.

          Like a scene unfolding from a novel , the penthouse is entirely TOO DARK , is entirely TOO QUIET & TOO STILL for anyone’s liking ( you remember what pandora said , don’t you ? she’s not herself tonight , whatever happens when you go see her is on you— ) .  It’s perhaps on purpose ; each footfall is l o u d ‘gainst dark hardwood floors , a stark and harrowing cut through the deafening s i l e n c e which surrounds the ex-SOLDIER , enveloping him like a discomforting shroud.  There is nothing to greet him , only a pressing sense something – somehow – is terribly w r o n g in this place ; he has his options , he can seize opportunity and snoop or go find the monstrous mistress in her den ( pick wisely , you won’t get a second chance ) .  Moving through the central room , it becomes apparent that it's quite COLD , every breath which leaves him returns to the atmosphere as condensed air ; fear , dread , the nettling stench of b l o o d – and thereupon the always meticulously clean panels ‘neath his feet is the tell-tale trail of scarlet.  He’s careful not to disturb it , picking his way ‘round the red-river as he makes his way up the few steps and down the adjacent hall to her boudoir. 

          The beast IS there , yes , but she is not wholly p r e s e n t ; she is not sound of mind.  Swathed in little more than one of her lace robes ( a delicate thing for such a destructive creature , it barely clings to her towering frame , spilling in stained embroidered pools at her clawed feet amid the gathering of viscera ) , Verona hunches forward , her face pressed into the depths of her palms as if seeking salvation in their chilled grasp.  Talons have sunk into pale-gold tresses , sending them askew atop her head ; she’s TREMBLING , she’s QUIVERING , under the great and indelible weight of the mantle she is forced to carry ( how she tries quite hard to refuse its strength each day ; how she tries to outrun what she is intended to be ) .  It is colder in here than beyond the threshold , coming nearer to her would spark a clamour of her reactive energy ( a distinctive high-noted hum in the air ) – that terrible aura surrounding her person , seeking to be turned loose , begging to come undone if only she would give it the freedom— Like waltzing into a blizzard , wind , hail and all.  There is no sure guarantee of stability in that moment , he risks himself simply by standing within her reach.

          Feather-like tendrils have unspooled from their place within the flesh of her back , the three of them taking up nearly the entire length of the floor.  When his boot steps too close to one , they all raise to attention , those eye-markings adorning their glinting centers seemingly STARING at him – expectant , ready.  “You—” Verona takes a steadying breath , raising her head to look through the glass of her mirror towards Cloud.  “You should not … Be here.”  Her voice is STRAINED & GUTTURAL , as if tasks her simply to speak in such a state.  There’s stains of her endeavors smeared ‘cross her mouth , drooling idly down her chin and neckline.  She makes no move to hide her crimes ; what’s the use ?  The appendages reach towards him , the glint on them is s h a r p , keen like a honed blade , no doubt they’d cut like one , too.  They pause just short as Verona turns in her seat to look at him.  She can smell him ; taste his emotions atop her tongue ; sense his wavering resolve in the air ‘tween them.  There is a voice in her – one that is not her own – that tells her eagerly : kill him , who will stop you , kill him— !

          “Leave.”  A few moments more.  “I would not … Forgive myself … If I were to … Hurt you.”

[andrews-grizzy]

ooc músicas que você queria plot

ooc: vou colocar alguns que eu tenho nos meus bunnies pq são muitos...

foram só 23 ideias abaixo (Que ódio) isso pq eu me obriguei a parar de ir na minha tag

last night story by iu - muse x is the definition of charismatic, they manage to befriend everyone they meet - muse y on the other hand has always been known as an introvert. despite all their differences muse x and y have found themselves in the same group of friends without actually getting along - the two don’t necessarily hate each other, but they are nowhere near to being pals. every time the group is out together muse y ends up resenting muse x, envying them for their ability to let go which was something muse x had never caught up – that was until muse y ended up having a serious breakdown the day after a party and muse x was the only one to be there to witness it.

it’s you // Super Junior - MUSE A and MUSE B have been dating in secret for a while now. while MUSE B is happy keeping things a secret, MUSE A wants to tell the world, especially since people are starting to get suspicious. MUSE B does not want the same thing, and it makes MUSE A wonder if MUSE B is actually into them or not. the reason why MUSE B wants to keep their relationship a secret is something only known to them, but MUSE A is utterly, and hopelessly in love with MUSE B so when they say they want to keep it a secret, MUSE B gives in — despite wanting to tell the world.

one more chance // Super Junior - MUSE A and MUSE B used to be in a very serious relationship until they broke up in the past year. MUSE A still has very deep feelings for MUSE B, but they’re afraid they’re the only person who feels the same way. when MUSE A receives an invitation to the engagement of MUSE B, it hits them that they will never get back together with MUSE B. unable to live with this, MUSE A makes it their mission to win MUSE B back, to stop them from marrying the wrong person.

let’s not fall in love by big bang - muse x is new in town, having moved in order to get a fresh start - having been scared off after bad experience they try to keep to themselves, not looking for anything serious friendship or relationship wise. that’s when muse y comes into play, they form a playful kind of relationship where neither of them is looking for anything serious – they hook up, they have fun and everything is new and fresh. it doesn’t take long for either of them to develop feelings, which immediately goes south - muse x gets cold feet after muse y confesses to them and cuts off all contact, leaving muse y heartbroken and alone.

boys will be boys by dua lipa // muse a is a soft woman who has always been dating jerks, and somehow ended up thinking this was just the normal way to behave, as a man. until she meets muse b, a honest and kind man, and she learns how it feels to be treated right.

stuck with you by ariana grande and justin bieber - muse a and muse b get stuck in the elevator of their building, and since the help isn’t coming for another couple hours, one of them decide to play a truth or dare game to keep their mind busy.

i love you’s by hailee steinfeld - after a few horrible break-ups, muse a swear they’re done dating until they found themself first. that’s until they met muse b, and despite trying to stay away from them, they can’t deny the chemistry between them.

never really over by katy perry - muse a and muse b dated when they were teenager, until they broke up and went to college. they are older now, but when they randomly meet downtown, the sparks are still there.

I   K N O W   P L A C E - Taylor Swift;

the prologue– Halsey

“Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes, and guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes, and we run…”

Muse A had never had a really good home life. His/her parents were too strict on them, and never even seemed to actually care about them. Life had never really seemed good until they met Muse B. Coming from the complete opposite, they showed Muse A care for what felt like the first time in his/her life. At first, A tries to hide B from their parents, but sooner or later tells them the news. Outraged, their parents forbid them from seeing Muse B ever again. That’s the last straw. They decided to run away. The first place the go is to Muse B’s home to convince him/her to run away with them to be clear of anyone trying to keep them apart.

100 letters– Halsey

i am a child of a

money hungry, prideful country

grass is green and it’s always sunny

hands so bloody, tastes like honey

i’m finding it hard to leave

eyes closed– Halsey

i’m not something to butter up

and taste when you get bored

‘cause i have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors

to find some peace and quiet right behind a wooden door

now if i keep my eyes closed he looks just like you

gods & monsters - Lana Del Rey: muse a doesn’t care about anything or anyone anymore which causes them to go out and do crazy things when they meet muse b who gives them something to care for again.

but he’ll never stay, they never do

mariners apartment complex - Lana Del Rey: muse a has a lot of trust issues due to going through a ton of hardships when it comes to friendships / relationships but muse b comes along and shows muse a that not everybody is the same. both muses grow a strong bond and become protective over one another but also help one another in tough situations.

GHOSTIN’ | by ariana grande → muse a is in a relationship with muse b, while still being in love with someone else, and muse b knows they can’t compete or compare to them.

DÓI SEM TANTO - AnaVitória : MUSE A achava que o relacionamento estava indo rápido demais e não estava tão prontx para uma relação tão séria. Elx e MUSE B estavam morando juntos a um tempo, e MUSE B já falava sobre casamento. Frente as suas dúvidas MUSE A achou melhor terminar, mas bastaram apenas alguns dias para sentir falta de seu amadx e pior ainda, percebera que cometeu um grande erro. Talvez ainda não quisesse casar, mas abia que x amava e que sua vida era bem melhor com elx.

“ E é tão mais fácil quando tem você pra dormir junto, tem pra acordar junto e viver junto. Tem você pra me contar dos seus dias seguros. ”

OUTRORIA - AnaVitória : MUSE A teve seu coração destruído a algum tempo atrás e desde então desistiu do amor e de relacionamentos sérios. Aproveitando sua vida de solteirx e seus casos de uma noite, conheceu MUSE B. Tudo começou como uma simples amizade com benefícios, mas quando perceberam já estavam agindo como um casal apaixonado. MUSE A pela primeira vez em muito tempo não teve dúvidas ou inseguranças, descobrindo que muitas vezes o amor é sobre dividir o melhor de você com outra pessoa, a ensinado e aprendendo com ela.

“ Quando vi, já veio sim, tomou parte de mim. Levou embora o meu pesar. ”

SAY OKAY BY VANESSA HUDGENS —— muse a is skeptic about love after many failed relationships. one day they meet muse b and starts growing feelings for them. though, because of muse a’s skepticism, they can’t easily fall into a relationship with muse b. muse b shows muse a that they’ll be there for them through all the good and bad and that they promise to love them right.

HANGOVER BY HEY MONDAY —— muse a hooked up with muse b as an attempt simply to have a friends with benefits type deal. but as time goes on, despite how hard muse a tries not to, they start to grow feelings for muse b. and those moments they aren’t together eat up at muse a and they find themselves longing for muse b’s company again. whether or not muse b feels the same is up to you.

DRUNK BY ED SHEERAN —— muse a and muse b’s relationship falls apart when muse b just doesn’t feel the same way about muse a anymore. muse a is left devastated but instead of trying to fix the relationship and them self, they just go out and get drunk. eventually muse a tries to be muse b’s friend, at least. whether or not muse b lets them is up to you.

never be the same - Camilla Cabello: muse a is the perfect child at their parents eyes. great grades, an athlet and everything else. but, one day, muse a goes to a party and meets muse b, the person everyone tells them to keep their distance; not a good student, known for trouble. long story short, after a couple drinks, muse a and muse b leaves the party to go after some adventures, and muse a starts trying new things. is this gonna be a fling or will their stories be changed forever?

she loves control - Camilla Cabelo: muse a grew up seeing their dad cheat on their mom, and, because of that, promised themselves they would never fall in love. they usually breaks hearts, and then, never call again. that’s until they meet muse b. muse b is a nerdy, university student, and their innocence is something that makes muse a want to play games with them and then break their hearts. but, what if things don’t go as planned?

[thegalleonsnest]

Wiggle’s Muse - Short Excerpt turned into a FanFic

Yo, so, I wanted to share a small snippet of a future project I’m working on (while also delaying my current art projects). What I’ve written out here in this post was originally in a format not meant for professional writing purposes, but I said “eh, why the hell not,” and written it out in sort of a short fanfic format for you guys to read. This project btw, is not a fanfic (had to make that clear). What I am working on is a very large scale project for myself and is still in the blocking out/rough draft phases. This right here is probably my most fleshed out scene I’ve written out, and feels pretty complete as it’s own thing. Honestly, I’d appreciate the feedback if any of ya’ll found this interesting! 

Also I’m putting this in a tumblr post because I don’t have an AO3 or fanfiction account, and this is already too short for it anyway. Read the excerpt below

In front of the camera lenses, multiple grumpuses walk back and forth discussing a matter of topics but most importantly, where was Wiggle?

"Has anyone gotten ahold of Wiggle yet? She was supposed to be here hours ago,” a gruff voice coming from out of frame says. “We’ve tried calling her for over an hour, but we got nothing,” says another off camera, “do you think we should reschedule-” before they could finish, the studio doors bust open with a loud thud echoing the studio room. A tall, short armed grumpus with a boa stumbles along the room carrying an oddly shaped banjo.

“There she is,” said the gruff voiced grump, “Wiggle, whatever you got going on, you better do it now cause we got a meeting with investors in half an hour!” From the blurry view of a slightly out of frame Wiggle, she barely registered what the grump said. In a stumble, she walks to the center of the camera’s view & shakes her head, almost slurring her words, “Doooon’t worry, Darling, we’ll get you a new vest later.” “What, no, wait, that’s not what I-” before another word could be said, Wiggle readies her banjo and strikes a quick pose before strumming the strings like her life depended on it.

It didn’t take longer than a few seconds before the crew sprung into action, setting the proper lightning, mics and cameras around her. Her rhythm and measures became a lot more stable, catchy even, and then she broke into song. The next set of lyrics would become an instant, regrettable classic. 

It’s not long before the VHS tape stutters and stops, showing mostly static. A magenta furred Grumpus with some hair covering a part of eye, hits the eject button, takes out the tape and turns off the tv. “Girl, you were a right mess there!” She said with a giggle. “Tell me about it, Vrittany...” Wiggle said frustratingly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “And you’re telling me you can’t come up with anything better than that? Come on now!” “I wish I was lying, but I’m not. No matter what I come up with, nothing is topping whatever the heck my walking coma came up with instead!” Wiggle grabs her mug of coffee and takes a longing sip.

The two sit across from one another at the coffee bar. The aroma of that day’s set of cocoa beans waft through the cafe as most of the outside lamps fill out the darker spots inside. The place is nearly empty besides them, and a single muted green furred occupant sitting at a booth at the opposite end of the cafe, drawing away in his sketchpad.

“So, whatcha gonna do?” Vrittany asked sarcastically, “Stay awake for another week? Get inspired again? Hehe.” Wiggle sets her mug down, and answers, “I did try that again, but in style I fell asleep comfortably on a couch in the lobby”. Vrittany looked a bit stunned. “You’re kidding?! You’re crazy!” “Not crazy, Vrittany,” she takes another sip of her coffee before striking a pose in her high stool seat, bellowing out her voice. “Just creatiiiivly driveeeen~” “Whatever you say, darling,” Vrittany says before turning around to her bar’s sink. She cleans several mugs and glasses with gusto while preparing one last pot of coffee, enough for a single cup for later.

Vrittany takes off her apron and hangs it on the wayside of the counter as she walks around to take a seat next to Wiggle. After situating herself, she puts a paw on Wiggle’s shoulder. “Listen, pretty sure this is just a rut you’re stuck in right now,” she says. “Doesn’t every artist go through that every now and then?” Wiggle turns her head toward Vrittany, “Well..yeah, but this is different,” she desperately says. “I can’t let a song I made in my sleep be the best thing I’ve ever made! I know I can make something that’ll shake the world more than whatever ‘Do The Wiggle’ was.” 

Vrittany pulls back her paw from Wiggle to put on her best thinking cap. As deeply in thought as she was, her face immediately relaxes into a deadpan expression, “Have ya tried singing from the heart?” Wiggle cracks a smile, “HA, if only that’s how it works! It takes a musical genius to write a hit song in show biz, not just some field day with my feelings.” “Eh, worth a shot. Got any other plans?” “I’m still trying to figure that out. I need some kind of inspiration...almost like a-”

Before she could finish her thought, they both caught a glance at the muted green furred grump who walked up to them. He mustered up the words and said, “E-excuse me, you’re Miss Wiggle, right?” Wiggle turned in her seat to get a better look at the young Grumpus. She could tell he was nervous, clutching his sketchbook in his arms rather tightly. She quickly put on a more relaxed front to help calm things down, while also still showing off a bit of her excited side. “Why yes I am, Darling,” she said enthusiastically. “And I can tell you must be a fan of mine.” “Y-yeah...!” The green grump looked a little more relaxed, but still stiff in the shoulders. “Hey now, no need to be so nervous. I always got time for my fans.” “Thank you, Miss Wiggle. Um…” “No need to finish that thought, Darling, I know what you’re about to ask and I’m happy to oblige!”

Before the young man could stop to say something, Wiggle pulls out one of her many professional hand out photos that she has, and quickly signs with her autograph before handing it to him. “O-Oh, thank you, Miss, but that’s not what I was going to s-say.” he sheepishly says. “Really? Not an autograph,” Wiggle says surprisingly. “It’s usually the first thing fans ask of me.” “Sorry, I just...I wanted to show you this sketch I made…” 

The nervous grumpus slowly turns his sketchbook around to reveal a fully sketched art piece depicting a stylized Wiggle singing her heart out at the bar with Vrittany hanging out in the background cheering her on. He hands it to Wiggle to give them a closer look. It was still somewhat messy, showing a few guidelines and early roughed out shapes, but for what it was, it was still impressive to the two girls.

“Woah, that’s pretty rad!” Vrittany yelled out, leaning out from her seat trying to get a closer look. Wiggle was pretty stun, gasping at the sight of such a piece of artwork. “Darling, you drew this?! Just now,” Wiggle asked in awe. “Yeah! I was listening to some of your music and then you came in and sat down. It made me wanna draw you as fast as I could,” the green grumps says excitedly before rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry if it’s still a little messy looking though…” “Don’t be, because it is beeeaautifuuul~” “T-thank you so much, Miss Wiggle! T-that means a lot to m-me!” the grumpus says while his face lights up red from the praise. “You’re like an inspiration to me.” “Really now? Like a muse? All I do is sing the night away, Darling. You draw little masterpieces like this from me?”

As Wiggle continues to be enthralled by the young man and his work, Vrittany notices the coffee pot had finished brewing. She gets up from her seat and go back behind the counter to finish her last cup for the night. Wiggle and the green grump continue their conversation.

“W-well kind of,” says the grump, “it’s a bunch of music that inspires me when I draw. A lot of your stuff is so upbeat and fun, it gives me lots of different ideas to pump out!” Wiggle looks back, almost flabbergasted. “I’m...honestly a bit stunned that I had that kind of impact on you, Darling,” she says, almost with a melancholy tone, “...heh, kind of forget sometimes I do make some kind of impression on grumps like you.” She looks back down at the sketchbook, entranced by the creativity that sparked in the moment. That dazzling moment where it all clicked...where could she find that, when someone else can find it in her?

After an awkward minute of silence, the young grump spoke up and said, “If you like, you can keep the sketch page, Miss Wiggle?” Wiggle snapped her head back up from the sketchbook to the green fuzzball. “W-wait really? Are you sure you wanna give up this piece of art?” said Wiggle worryingly. “It’s no problem at all,” said the green grump proudly. “I already took a picture of it to save for later. I’m gonna make a painted version of it online later! Besides, it’ll make me happy if you kept it, since I was going to give it to you anyway.” “Oh Darling, you’re nothing more than a sweet one now, aren’t you? I’ll gladly keep it!” “Thank you so much, Miss Wiggle!”

Wiggle hands the sketchbook back to the green grumpus and he tears out the sketch. “No, Darling, thank you,” Wiggle says ecstatically. Vrittany returns from behind the bar with a to-go cup in hand, saying “Here’s your order, kid.”  “Oh, thank you, Vrittany. How much was it again,” the green grump asked. “Eh, don’t worry about it. Don’t feel like counting change. It’s on the house.” “O-oh you sure?” “You wanna change my mind?” “Don’t think I can, so thank you!” The green grump turns back to Wiggle and says “It was so nice meeting you in person, Miss Wiggle!”

“The pleasure is all mine, Dar-,” Wiggle catches herself before she realizes something. “Actually, what was your name?” “It’s Grite, Grite Tillsland!” Wiggle lets a genuine soft smile grow on her face. She felt a lot more at ease and happier knowing her new friend was much more relax and happy overall. She reached out her paw for a handshake, and Grite reciprocated.

“The pleasure’s mine, Grite, Darling.”

[animepreferences]

P R E F E R E N C E #11 - D E P R E S S I O N

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WARNING - TRIGGER WARNING! IF YOU HAVE A HISTORY OF MENTAL ILLNESS, THIS PROMPT MENTIONS THOSE TOPICS AND YOU SHOULD PROCEED WITH CAUTION KNOWING THAT IT WILL ABSOLUTELY BE MENTIONED! PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS CONTENT!

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D A Z A I

“I don’t like this anymore than you do.” You would whisper, your eyes unmoving from the wall in front of you. Even though you would never once turn around to face him, you would still be able to detect his presence, his eyes burning holes into your back. “I know you don’t.” Dazai would murmur, his voice growing closer as his dull footsteps would inch near the bed. “I would be concerned if I felt you were enjoying living in the state of mind.” He would chuckle humorlessly, the bed dipping beneath you as he joined you in bed, his warm limbs entangling with your frigid ones. It was the first time he had tried to touch you in days simply because he had been trying to give you the space he felt you needed. He had realized his endeavors were futile, nevertheless, realizing a little too late that you needed him. You needed his touch, his presence, his words of encouragement. You needed him period. And he had let you down. It hadn’t been on purpose, but it had still happened. How were you ever going to forgive him? Would you be able to? “I understand why you don’t want to be around me though. I’m not angry. In fact, I understand. You have your own demons, you don’t need to shoulder mine.” You would state curtly, your voice faraway as you closed your eyes basking in the wonderful feeling of having him close to you again. His heart would quite literally crumble at your words. “I always want to be around you, my love. Your demons are my demons, just like mine are yours. We’re a team now, Y/N. I’m sorry I’ve left you alone in this to feel that way about me. I love you very, very much. And we both know that I don’t ever say that lightly.” You shivered as you felt his lips on your neck, his words hot against your cold skin. This touch alone was enough to make you forget for a fleeting second about how empty you were feeling. Surely, it wasn’t enough to cure your dark emotions, but it was a nice distraction-a bandaid, if you will. “Dazai, how do you do it? How do you feel like this constantly and still have the courage to do what you do?” You would ask very seriously, turning around to face him as your eyes bored into his. “Are you asking me what my muse is in existing? What keeps me going even when I feel like life is an endless void of suffering?” Dazai would inquire, taking you into his arms as he stared down at you with an indescribable emotion stirring in his features. All you could do was nod as you took in his ominous form, not sure you were really wanting an answer to the question that you were so painfully curious about. “It’s quite simple, really. My muse in getting up every morning and wanting to right my wrongs, my purpose to living in this cruel, dark world is nothing less or more than the love I have for you, Y/N.” Your heart would stop all together before propelling into an alarming rate knowing that the indistinguishable emotions in his face had been nothing but ardor and pure love for you. Dazai wasn’t typically one to let his exterior guard down, but for you it was nothing. He loved you. He really, really loved you. “And that is the exact reason why I know you’re going to get through this. Because I love you and I will never give up on you because you never gave up on me. We’re in this together now, my dear, sweet Y/N.” And with that, his lips would be crashing against yours with the most sincere, most gentle touch.

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A K U T A G A WA

“Do you think I am a fool?” His words would pull you up short, your body freezing in place as you turned slowly on your heel to face him. His face would be stone cold, his expression unreadable as he stared intently at you. “Of course not.” You would whisper, your eyebrows furrowing together as you took in his unmoving expression. He was completely still. In fact, you had never seen Aku look so frozen in your life. You would be lying if you said it didn’t frighten you, for you knew this was the calm before a massive storm. “Then why are you lying to me.” Even though his words were supposed to come out as a question, you could hear the statement plain and simple behind his words. This was not a question, no. This was a confrontation. A confrontation that you were destined to lose. Gaping at him for a moment, your head would drop as the tears rushed to your eyes before you could fight it. You hated crying, but what you hated more was having to explain your actions. Why you hadn’t been eating, why you had been spending more time in bed than not, why you had been taking extra long showers and dissociating from Akutagawa for decent periods of time. Furthermore, you knew you were going to have to come clean about your trauma, your depression. You hated it. You hated it more than you could even bear. “I don’t want to lose you.” You would gasp, forcing yourself to look through your blurry vision at your unreadable boyfriend. “I-I-I am damaged goods. I haven’t been depressed since we’ve been together, but this is who I am. This is what I go through from time to time. And I-I really don’t want to lose you because of this.” You would force yourself to pull it together, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes. You had mastered the art at stifling your emotions. You had mastered the art of pretending like you were okay. “Do you seriously think you’d lose me because of that?” Aku would ask, his tone cold and glaring. “Y/N. You are allowed to be depressed. You are allowed to feel other emotions other than happiness. That is what being human is. It’s not always perfect. It’s not always jubilant. You CANNOT control that. You can control being honest though, which you failed to do making you exceedingly selfish.” He was scolding you, but it wasn’t to parent you. He was scolding you because he felt slighted. He felt slighted and left out of the loop. And he had every right to feel that way, you couldn’t deny that. That made you feel even worse. “I never looked at it that way, I’m just so very ashamed of myself. I’m sorry, Akutagawa, truly.” As he stepped toward you, he let out a complicated sigh, the different emotions flitting across his face in a millisecond. “Typical me making you feel bad for being depressed. I’m not use to taking care of people and having people in my life the way I have you. I shouldn’t be frustrated with you when you’re suffering as you are. I’m the one that should be apologizing, not you.” Wrapping his arms around you as he enveloped you in a bone crushing hug, you would sigh gratefully at his touch. “We’re a mess.” You would laugh against his chest, smiling as you felt his body rumble with laughter as well. “You’re gonna get through this, you know that?” He would finally ask, pulling away to look sincerely at you. With his complete confidence and support, how could you not make it through a depressive stage? “As long as I have you anything is possible.”

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C H U U Y A

“Are-Are you crying?” You would be horrified. Absolutely, positively horrified. For there stood your beloved boyfriend, the person whom which you adored with your entire soul and being and he would be crying. He would be crying and you wouldn’t know why. “Chuuya.” You would breathe, inching towards him as the pads of your thumbs brushed away his fallen tears. “W-What happened?” You would inquire, your breath hitching in your throat as his miserable eyes would connect with your own. “Y/N, what’s wrong with you?” He would speak, his words no softer than a broken whisper. “You’re growing so thin, you never sleep anymore, I can barely get you to eat or take a shower or do anything. I-I feel like you’re just a hallow version of yourself and I have no idea what to do or how to help you. I feel so helpless. All I want is to make you happy,” Pressing his fingertips gingerly against your cheeks, his eyes would be wild with desperation looking for the slightest bit of life in your dead eyes. Where was that spark? That light? He missed it so much. He missed you so much. Too much. “Chuuya, there’s something you should know.” You would sigh, pressing your forehead against his as you would slump with complete fatigue. You were exhausted, exhausted from the disorder, but you needed to find the courage, the strength to tell Chuuya everything. Furthermore, he deserved it. He deserved to know why you were hurting yourself and hurting him in the process. So, you would tell him. You would pour your complete heart out, starting from phase one. Starting from when you first got these feelings, how you had grown up with them, how you had suffered for an extensive period of time. Most importantly, you would assure him that none of it was his fault. That no matter what he had been telling himself, there was not a single thing that he could do to make your emotions go away. Little did you know that that wouldn’t sit well with him. Not. One. Bit. “You are wrong.” Chuuya would snap, letting go of your hand as he would pace back and forth his face complex with distress.

“Chuuya, no-“

“No, Y/N. I will not stand here and allow you to give up on yourself. We are going to fight this sickness head on. You are going to eat, I am going to make sure of it. We are going to be active, we’re going to get out and run and live. I am going to get you help, we’ll get you medicine or get you to a therapist if we have to. No longer am I going to let you sit here and be captive to your mind. From now on you are at MY mercy. And, Y/N, my dear, you aren’t going to like me. But you WILL thank me. Because I am going to get you through this.” You wouldn’t know what to say. You were terrified, relieved, angry, and overjoyed at the same time. Not once had someone ever taken you into consideration the way he was doing now. He loved you. He really, really loved you. “I swear to everything, Y/N, that if it is the last thing I do I will see that spark in your eye again. I promise you’ll be happy again.” Pulling you into his chest, he would hold on to you tight as you would bury yourself in the crook of his neck. Little did he know that the sparkle in your eyes, though very dim, were starting to make their return. And it was all thanks to him.

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A/N: I know this is a little intense, but I like to write about things that are personal to me and I struggle tremendously with my mental health. Thank you for reading and I am very sorry if it was too much.

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Happy Holidays from the Library! (and Jeep)

Hello friends! Thank you for the love and support and concern you have shown me. My personal blog got a bunch of dm’s and asks telling me about how happy they were that I was putting in the effort to fix the tags and keep the Library going and it’s been a wonderful gift to me. 

But today is Christmas Eve and I didn’t want you to head off to your family’s without a little gift from me! 

This post is going to be a list of my favorite Christmas fics, all true recommendations and not just an update on the latest fics like usual. These are all fics that made me laugh, cry and just truly enjoy the holiday season. You might recognize a few so be sure to tell me the ones you love as well! 

This is gonna be quite the list, and I try not to be a total ass, so the fics are under the break :) - Jeep

In no particular order, Jeep’s Sterek Holiday Favorites -

When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear by owlpostagain (7,817 | 1/1 | T)

There are some salvageable things though. A virtually untouched heavy slate sign that says, engraved in an ornate script that confirms at least one person in the Hale family had a sense of humor (Stiles has a horrible suspicion it might have been Peter), When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear.

The Natural Binding Properties of Pine Sap by uraneia (4,296 | 1/1 | T)

Derek saves a nymph from being somebody's Christmas decoration. As a reward, the nymph grants him a twig of mistletoe.

If Derek had known the mistletoe would come to life and goad him into kissing people at random, he might have tried to refuse.

I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by yodasyoyo (16,062 | 4/4 | T)

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her groceries."

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

A Hale for the Holidays by rlnerdgirl (38,095 | 1/1 | E)

“I sent you a Christmas card that got sent back to me. Did you get a new apartment?” his dad wonders. The question is all suspicion and little anything else.

A flicker of an idea sparks. It’s not nearly formed well enough for him to say, “Yeah, actually,” and when he follows that with, “I moved in with someone,” he wants to punch himself in the face. He’s living with someone?!

“You’re living with someone?” It’s the same voice and tone as the one in Stiles’ head, just thirty years older.

Two things keep Stiles from bashing his face onto the table: there’s a steaming cup of coffee in the way and, more importantly, his dad will definitely hear. Someone passes by in front of him and a semi-familiar book cover catches his eye. “Derek Hale,” he muses, and stops. No. That wasn’t meant to be out loud.

Gingerbread by slythatheart (16,572 | 1/1 | T)

Stiles is offered a Christmas wish, and there's only one thing he can think of to wish for.

A Christmas Hale by Captain_Loki (14,298 | 1/1 | M)

His mouth began forming the word 'no' in a knee jerk reaction, but it died on his lips when he actually looked at Stiles. There was no pity in his face, no sense of moral obligation or charitable intent, he looked...earnest and nervous and so much the sixteen that he was. He realized with a jolt that had his stomach twisting into something that felt nothing like anger that Stiles wasn't asking for Derek's sake. 

sometimes fate is like a small snowstorm by thepsychicclam (8,145 | 1/1 | M)

In a coffee shop two days before Christmas, Derek meets Stiles. Despite neither of them being interested in relationships, they spend an unforgettable evening together, but then part ways. During the following years, Stiles competes in the Olympics, Derek tours the world - and neither of them forget. Then twelve years later, two days before Christmas, Derek finds Stiles in that same coffee shop.

With A Little Christmas Magic by Ashabadash (10,669 | 1/1 | T)

AU: Stiles is jobless this Christmas and as a last resort, is stuck playing one of Santa’s elves at the mall. The job is a bust, and Stiles isn’t really in the Christmas mood, until he finds salvation in the Starbucks at the food court, not only in hiding from kids, but in one very sexy barista named Derek.

Real life isn't a movie (life doesn't make narrative sense) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) (11,586 | 1/1 |T)

Somehow accidentally insulting a hot guy in a coffee shop leads to pretending to be his boyfriend in front of a house full of werewolves. Stiles Stilinski is living his best life and making the most of his Hallmark movie moment.

All The Way Home (I'll Be Warm) by GotTheSilver (11,535 | 1/1 | M)

Stiles is standing there, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, and Derek doesn’t want to see him disappear into the apartment opposite without a promise to see him again. “Do you—would you like something to drink? Coffee?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Rubbing his hands together, Stiles nods and looks over his shoulder. “Can you give me a minute to get changed? I’ve got snow melting in places that I don’t want it to be melting.”

Derek laughs at the look on Stiles’ face and nods. “Knock when you’re done.”

If Derek watches Stiles until the door closes, that’s no one’s business but his own.

Jingle Grouch by aggybird (3,262 | 1/1 | G)

Derek the Grinch has a crush on Stiles the Snow Elf.

All I Want for Christmas (Is You) by blindinglights (9,284 | 1/1 | E)

Derek meets Stiles in a department store while shopping for his family, after seeing a little girl crying for her Dad on the floor. They part ways and Derek doesn’t think he’ll see Stiles again. Beacon Hills may not be that big, but it still doesn’t mean he’ll ever run into Stiles, because that’s just not how Derek’s life works. Despite what Erica tries to tell him whenever she can, that sometimes fate can happen, Christmas miracles, whatever, it won’t.

Home for Christmas by mikkimouse (6,613 | 1/1 | T)

"Derek," Dad said with a warm smile. "Glad you could make it."

Derek nodded seriously. "Of course, Sheriff."

Stiles felt the pieces slot together in his head. "Wait, you called him?"

"Technically, Melissa called him," Dad said.

"Ha ha. What's he doing here?" Stiles turned to Derek. "Seriously, what are you doing here?"

Derek held up his keys. "I'm here to take you home."

how you doin’? by decideophobia (6,768 | 1/1 | T)

“So,” Derek says eventually, because he feels awkward and uncomfortable, “how you doin’?”

Mistletoe's Overrated Anyway by stilinski (8,263 | 1/1 | T)

Derek remembers a hyperactive eleven year old with a buzzcut and an irritating habit of getting underfoot - his memory doesn’t lend to the lean, doe eyed brunet in his hallway; he’s talking on his phone and scowling something fierce but Derek’s mouth goes dry at the way Stiles runs long fingers through his hair.

“Coffee?” Derek asks abruptly, turning to look at Laura. “There’s a fresh pot. Cora’s gone out on a last minute supply run - is, uh, Stiles staying?”

“I offered your wonderful hospitality until he can find a flight to take him home,” Laura says, following him back into the kitchen and leaving Stiles in the hall. “I know you have the space, and it seemed a shame to leave him stranded. Nobody should be alone on Christmas.”

lube and determination by bleep0bleep (4,873 | 1/1 | E)

It's a holiday classic: homesick boy wants to make a pumpkin pie while studying abroad, boy realizes the only place to find vegetable shortening is a sex shop, and boy makes fool of himself in front of other boy.

Last Christmas (I gave you my heart) by jadore_hale (4,532 | 1/1 | T)

“W-what is this?” Derek couldn’t even begin to get his mind around this current situation.

“My Christmas gift to you, nephew.”

Peter pushed the guy towards him, and Derek hastened to catch him before he fell face first on the floor.

“I’d like you to meet your soul mate.”

Don't Call Me Buttercup by ElloPoppet (15,830 | 1/1 | T)

Isaac wants to do Secret Santa. Derek is bad at gifts. Stiles helps, and also practices making Derek uncomfortable with awful, cutesy pet names along the way.

Derek secretly loves the pet names. Oh, and he loves Stiles as well.

Well, I hope you guys enjoy some of my all time favorite holiday fics and that maybe you find a new favorite of your own! Thank you for your love and patience while I try to figure everything out with the tags. You guys are truly the best and I wouldn’t be here without you. 

I wish you the best for this hectic time of year and that maybe these fics can keep you occupied from crazy family members. 

Happy Holidays and best wishes for the new year,

Jeep