#let people know you like their silly little thing!!!

[calebsangelbby]

・❥ CALEBS FAVORITE KINKS !!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: a list of what i think are calebs top 5 kinks !

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+, incest , oral sex , bondage , collaring , orgasm denial , porn w/ no plot

a/n :: these are not in order !! :)

1. INCEST :: now, this might seem a little bit overboard , but to caleb ? it's nothing new . after knowing you for so long ... growing up together , living in the same house , sharing everything with each other .. it's like a normal thing to him. so normal to the point where he'll call you his 'sissy' during different times of day . " sissy , could you grab my water from the table for me ? thank you, love . " it just rolls of the tongue !! especially during your alone time, too . it slips out more than you or him could count . when he first moaned it he never even payed attention to it , thinking of it as nothing . it was only when you gave him a look that he couldn't quite read did he notice what he accidentally said . "o-oh my god pips im.. im so sorry. that was fucking weird and i shouldnt have said it... im a damn pervert." shame flooded his face ... but he knew it would happen again , whether he could control it or not .

2. BONDAGE :: listen , he doesnt want to be tied up because hes horny , it's because he trusts you so much ... and that kind of turns him on . the fact he can willingly submit to you and trust you without having to worry about what you're doing . although he likes to be restrained , he'd never do it to you .. only if you asked him . he'd do anything you asked for (within reason) , whether thats strapping you to the bed with ropes , chains , a belt (his) , cuffs .. whatever you please . all he's worried about is them scuffing up those pretty wrists of yours . "nono wait baby .. your skin, it's red . do you need me to stop ? i'll stop right now for you , you look like you're in pain . let me kiss it better pips .." is what he'd say on any other occasion .. but the times when you didnt look so in pain , thats when his freak comes out . "you cant run away silly .. stop trying to run from me . i wont allow it , and neither will those restraints you begged me to use on you . i actually quite like the way you look right now... all tied up and cute for me ."

3. COLLARING :: i feel like this is the most canon you could ever get . he'd seriously be into making you wear a collar for him , wanting everyone to know who you belong to & to not try with his girl ! also , he'd want one with a bell .. just so you couldnt escape without being noisy ;) . buuuut he's up for wearing one for you as well , he also wants to let people know who he belongs to . i think he'd get one for the both of you regardless of you wanting one or not , his need to get people off of you is too strong, as he is alarmingly obsessed with you . the collar isn't just used as man repellent , it turns him on so fucking much . knowing that you're practically his property gets his dick hard to the point of ache , he'd definitely make you wear it during sex . mumbling incoherent sentences about how much he loves the way it looks on your gorgeous neck .. how he never wants you to take it off . "as long as you're here, with me, you aren't touching it . fuck , you're so good for me .."

4. ORGASM DENIAL :: hear me out . it's late at night and he notices your location isnt on ... he texts and calls you multiple times without an answer . eventually , he tracks you down and confronts you about going out without his knowledge / consent . after he's done scolding you , that night , he'd drag you into his car as soon as he could & not let you cum . he would adore hearing you beg for him , solely because it feeds into his desire for you to need him as much as he does you . he wouldnt be too fond if you ended up doing it to him ... maybe as revenge or something , but nonetheless , he would be in pieces . pleading , begging , writhing , all of the above just to feel your perfect cunt squeeze around him one more time so he can cum . he would never put his hands on you , but he would just get so desperate ... he might have to move you himself !! at that point , all he would manage were whimpers and prayers . "ohmygod pips please .. im sorry! okay! im sorry .. i can't take this anymore baby , i need to cum . i need it so fucking bad ."

5. FACE SITTING :: caleb takes "the best way to die is by thigh" way too seriously . he would happily pass away while in between your thighs ... he loves eating you out so much it's kind of concerning . the moment his lips are on your core hes not letting up until you've cum over and over again on his face .. hes addicted to the taste of you . his deep obsession with your juices is so bad that he has to have you suffocating him , almost breaking his nose , using his face as a toy ... he can't get enough . i think this roots from the fact that he jerks off to your voice all the time & that makes him so attached to all your moans . especially when you call out his name while you cum .. he thinks about those moments way too often .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: caleb would really do whatever you asked , aka hes into anything , but these are the ones he really enjoys . <3

[lovesuhng]

stranger + kiss cam = ?

fluff, strangers to ? / w.c: 1k / sorry if here’s any mistakes

If regret could kill, you would definitely be dead.

At this moment, you found yourself in a stadium full of strangers, understanding absolutely nothing about a baseball game happening right in front of you,just because you agreed to go on a date with an annoying guy you had matched with on Tinder.

Your conversations on the app had been nice. He seemed like the kind of guy you would get along with really well. It was your first date with him and you had even bought a Chicago Cubs shirt to impress. But when you got there, you found out he had invited some friends and was treating you like trash. If you asked him something, he would reply with an impatient tone. If he went to buy a drink, he wouldn’t offer you one. And the worst part? He made a joke about you just to seem funny in front of his friends.

You thought about going home, but the game had just started and you figured you might still have a good time. However, your face said otherwise.

"You don’t seem to like baseball very much, do you?" A deep voice startled you, grabbing your attention. You were about to say something but found yourself a bit mesmerized by the man standing beside you. He was also wearing a Chicago Cubs shirt, along with a team cap. He was tall, had piercing honey-colored eyes and a charming smile that could win over everyone in that stadium.

"Hello? Anyone there?" he said playfully, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Oh, hi?"

The man chuckled softly, as if he had noticed how lost you were. "You don’t exactly look thrilled for someone in the middle of one of the most important games of the season."

"The problem isn’t the game." You pointed toward the guy on your left, who seemed to have completely forgotten about you.

"Let me guess: boyfriend?"

You quickly shook your head. "First and last date. I don’t know much about baseball, but since I’m here, I might as well try to have some fun, right?"

"Then I’ll make sure you have fun here."

"But you don’t even know me…" you said, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at the handsome stranger.

That’s when he extended his hand, flashing another one of those breathtaking smiles that made you momentarily forget how to breathe.

"Johnny."

You hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

"There, now we know each other."

Watching the game with a stranger—who you now knew by name—wasn’t in your plans, but it turned out to be much better than you expected.

Johnny was fun and explained things whenever you looked confused. You worried about bothering him, but he kept insisting he was enjoying your company. During a break, he even bought hot dogs and beer, asking if you wanted anything—unlike your so-called date, who had completely forgotten you existed.

You two had small conversations, Johnny made jokes that were actually funny (and not awkward) and you even took pictures of him—some of them featuring Johnny pulling silly faces while eating his hot dog, making you laugh at the whole situation.

During a pause at the game, the famous kiss cam started.

You laughed at the exaggerated ways some couples kissed, while Johnny whistled and clapped.

Suddenly, the camera landed on the two of you.

It took a moment for both of you to realize that your faces were now on the giant screens of the stadium. The person beside Johnny gave him a little nudge, encouraging him to kiss you.

You heard your date mumble something—he had finally remembered your existence—but your eyes were locked onto the man beside you. Johnny was looking at you too, silently asking for permission.

Nodding your head, you gave it.

The moment your lips met, his hands cupped your cheeks while one of his large hands rested on your nape, pulling you closer.

The crowd's cheers faded into the background. For a few seconds, you both forgot you were being watched by thousands of people.

His touch was gentle, making you crave more. When Johnny’s tongue touched yours, you felt like you could float right then and there.

The only thing that made you pull away was the lack of air—your image had disappeared from the big screen long ago.

You were about to say something to Johnny when your date demanded an explanation. Johnny seemed ready to respond, but you stopped him, a small smile on your lips that silently said, I got this.

“I’ll explain everything. You acted like a jerk, treated me like trash, ignored me completely to hang out with your friends and now you want an explanation? You deserve nothing more than to be dumped, you pathetic piece of shit. Now, excuse me, I’m going to spend time with a real man—not a piece of garbage like you."

Your date looked stunned by your words, ready to fight with you, but his friends quickly pulled him away, preventing any further drama.Johnny grinned at you, clearly impressed. "Do you always put bullies in their place like that?"

"That guy? A bully?" you laughed. "I think we should forget about him and focus on the game, don’t you?"

The game ended. Chicago Cubs lost to Dodgers.

Johnny offered you a ride home and you accepted. Once you reached your building, you turned to the man who had completely turned your day around.

“My mom always told me not to talk to strangers, but that was the best thing I did today. Thanks for saving me."

Johnny chuckled, taking your hand in his. "If you really want to thank me, let me take you on a real date."

"Hmmm." You pretended to think for a moment. "How about this? You give me your number, we talk a bit more and then we figure out our first date. Sound good?"

"Sounds good, but…" Johnny kept stroking your hand, leaning in slightly. His voice turned deeper, making you shiver.

"Do I have to wait until our first date to get another kiss like that one?"

"Of course not." And for the second time that day, you kissed. This time, it was slower, as if you were both exploring every little part of each other, savoring every second of it.

Who would’ve thought that a date that started so badly would end in the best way possible?

[vxlenst3in]

she by tyler, the creator

tags/warnings: choso x fem!reader, stalker!choso, dark content, obsessive, peeping through windows, unconsensual exhibitionism, masturbation from both parts, heavy blackmailing, mentions and threats of murder, mentions of kidnapping, the song itself is a TW ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ stalker!choso, who quickly noticed your new face in the neighbourhood. how could he not notice a beauty like you?

stalker!choso, who immediately develops an obsession with you. he’s quick to rush to his peephole, as soon as he hears any movement in the stairwell of your apartment block, in hopes to catch a glimpse of you.

stalker!choso, who knows your whole schedule by heart, in less than 2 weeks. when you leave your apartment, when you come back, when you eat, when you sleep, and hell, choso even remembers when you shower, since your bathroom is right next to his bedroom.

stalker!choso, who notices that you never fully close your blinds. you always leave a little space to peek into your bedroom, even if not intentional. and who would he be, if choso didn’t start to take advantage of that? 

stalker!choso, who now spends all his nights watching you through your blinds. no matter if you were sleeping, touching yourself, or talking to a friend all excited on your phone, he’s already palming himself through his slacks. he thanks some higher being every day, for not making your window thick enough to completely silence every noise you make. 

stalker!choso, who ends up fucking his fist loudly, after he gets back into his apartment. choso thinks about all the things he’d do to you, if he ever got his hands on you. he would just make you feel so much better, than the men you bring home sometimes. god, he’d fuck you right in front of them, right before taking their life. make you confess how much better he feels, than all the guys before him. silly thoughts when considering that he hasn’t even talked to you once. 

stalker!choso, who notices a certain man visiting your apartment more often, and he starts plotting on that man the next second.

stalker!choso, who starts to blackmail you in order to get that man, and any man in general away from you. one day you suddenly start finding pictures of yourself masturbating in your mailbox, with little notes attached. “you’re mine only.” “stop seeing him, pretty” “i will kill him, do you want that?” “what would the people around you think about these pictures?” stalker!choso, who, much to his delight, stops seeing the man enter your apartment. seems his plan worked out after all, and without you having any idea who the mysterious stalker could be.  stalker!choso, who thinks that this still isn’t enough. men can still look at you? he’s gonna have to drag you to a nearby forest, and hide you there forever.  stalker!choso, who doesn’t stop with his blackmail at all. the notes attached to the pictures getting more and more demanding, till one day he straight up tells you to let him fuck you tonight, or your entire company will see this particular picture, of you fucking your boss.  stalker!choso, who was the last person you expected to stand in front of your door, when you were prepared to have some ugly creep blackmail you. it was your shy neighbour all along?!

 ©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[stellar-solar-flare]

Pardon me for the terribly late comment. <3

I am always here for a well-used from dream-to-reality trope and this definitely delivered! The imagery and the way it slowly transitions from man & cloud to Tony & bed is wonderfully done.

You are sleeping in Tony's bed when he comes up grease-stained and horny after taking advantage of your late hours at work.

I love me a grease-stained man. Honestly there's something so ridiculously hot about that. One of those things that is way hotter than it should be, rationally thinking, you know?

With him anchoring you, you can’t roll over or move away, and he knows it. Tony moves his head near to where yours is, reaching over with his free hand to move your hair out of the way so he can see your face. 

This is a very Tony way to deal with this situation. He's helping but he's also being a little silly about it.

“Don’t,” you whisper, suddenly shy. “I didn’t have time to do anything but fall into bed. No shower, no teeth, and the bags under my eyes--”

Another one of the tropes I enjoy is the domesticity of this kind of 'things definitely aren't perfectly aligned but I love you and want you'; it shows connection in such a lovely way. And yet her anxious thoughts are so real and so believable and so well done.

There’s something about being known like that; he has to anchor you, you’re always like a wildcat when he tastes you.

Oh this is so very lovemaking; the lust is there but god this is the stuff I love in established relationship fics.

“They’d have to hire three people to replace you,” Tony says, his lips brushing the thin skin of your inner thigh. “I’m sure I could come up with something for you to do.”

Hehehe. Knowing Tony, this could be his genius plan to getting her to quit so she doesn't have to be stressed.

And I have to mention, you're doing such a wonderful job in balancing the humor element here with the romance and the smut parts of it. Like the basic concept of this is fairly ridiculous, but it's just the right kind of ridiculous for Tony, and the way they go about it is very loving and hot!

“I deserve this, don’t I?” he groans, but manages to hold still inside you. “Well?”

Don't start games you can't finish, Tones.

Now you’ve turned the tables on him, and the litany of swear words Tony lets out in utter amazed, erotic frustration is only balanced by the power of his renewed thrusts.

Ahahaha. I love how she gets back to him, but again, it's very very loving and shows off the connection - it isn't really to get back to him but keep him on his toes in a way he loves. Hehehe.

“I have an appointment with my financial advisor today.”

Oops. Good luck.

This was such a lovely read that brought the widest grin on my face - thank you for sharing!

Um if it sounds fun to you could you write a reader (character of your choice but I think Tony works for this, maybe Stephen or Steve) where reader is a professional and has been so focused on work they don’t feel sexy or desirable anymore? New or established I guess but fluffy/cheeky and uplifting. Only if it inspires you, LOVE YOUR WRITING!

-🤓

This was fun as hell, and thank you! I chose Tony Stark/F!Reader.

Summary: Tony wakes you up in the early morning after staying up working on his cars. He knows your job is stressing you out, and if he can't make things better at work, he can at least make you associate certain work things with him…

Warnings: Minors DNI! Oral sex (f receiving) and PiV sex.

Length: 2,288

Tags (if you'd like to be tagged for Tony posts or other characters please let me know!): @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @fyreball66 @themaradaniels @starksbf @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne

Liquidity (Or, Well Deserved)

You’re dreaming, and it’s a really good one. In the dream, you’re on your stomach draped over a cloud, and a warm, loving hand is stroking your back. The hand slides up into your hair to scrape fingernails along your scalp before moving back along your neck and over your shoulder blades, pushing your wide-necked nightgown out of the way.

The realism of the dream is wonderful. You can even feel the way the front of your nightgown presses against your nipples in tension as the man drags the fabric down and out of the way. He starts dropping kisses along your spine, and you shiver, mmm-ing in your sleep at the tingling way his comfort is turning erotic.

The dream-cloud shakes a little, and you can picture the whole scene. You are sleeping in Tony's bed when he comes up grease-stained and horny after taking advantage of your late hours at work. Once he’s scrubbed his hands, he gives up on the shower, hoping you’ll join him if he can manage to be persuasive enough. 

That thought sends half-asleep you into a spiral of dirty thoughts, but you aren’t quite sure if you’re actually dreaming or if the confident, sensual kisses on your back are real. Tony’s usually not quiet-- but he can be, if there’s motivation enough.

The word ‘motivation’ reminds you of everything that’s stressed you out at work lately. It derails the heated scrape of beard hair that trail after each open-mouthed kiss, and, fuck, what time is it? It’s not Friday, is it? It’s Saturday, right? If it’s Friday, you’ll have to rush to--

“You just tensed up,” Tony whispers, and he’s right, you did.

“I’m sorry, I was up in my own head again,” you groan, sliding your knees up underneath you in a vain attempt to hide your disappointment. You’re a compact package of overworked misery. “It’s Saturday, right? My boss would totally invent a time machine just for the glee of demanding an extra workday.”

“If I wasn’t pretty sure you’d roll off the bed in frustration at my inability to shut up about it, I’d order you to quit your job. Again,” Tony says, grabbing a handful of your nightgown and throwing himself onto the mattress beside you. 

With him anchoring you, you can’t roll over or move away, and he knows it. Tony moves his head near to where yours is, reaching over with his free hand to move your hair out of the way so he can see your face. 

“It would serve you right if I rolled off anyway,” you tease.

“Do it. I’ve always wanted to rip this thing off of you,” he grins.

“Tony!” you groan in frustration, but suddenly he’s pulling you over on top of him. He’s hot as a furnace, clearly hard, and the clock on the nightstand reads 4 AM. “Don’t,” you whisper, suddenly shy. “I didn’t have time to do anything but fall into bed. No shower, no teeth, and the bags under my eyes--”

He stops you with a kiss that’s filthy and enthusiastic, sliding his big hand up to the back of your head to hold you steady as he symbolically chases all of your objections away with swipes of his tongue against yours. “Good,” he whispers against the curve of your jaw. “Be dirty with me. I probably got grease swipes on your back, I was too impatient.”

That word sends you into another anxiety spiral, no matter how hard you try to fight against it. Tony’s impatient because it’s been days. The project at work isn’t finished, and you have a feeling you’ll get a call sometime today from your boss promising a bonus that won’t actually materialize if you pop into the office for a few hours.

“There you go again. Hon, if you can fuss about work, I’m clearly not on my A game,” Tony says from beneath you. In a move that takes your breath away and coincidentally presses his barely-clothed cock right where you want it, he expertly reverses your positions. You end up on your back with your nightgown hopelessly twisted up out of the way, and Tony’s sliding down.

You want that, but fuck… Tony Stark may be your boyfriend now, but before that he was known for his women, clean women, women who spent their whole lives hoping that he might look sideways at--

Tony interrupts your spiraling thoughts by yanking you toward the foot of the bed, and you lift your head to see that he’s actually dry humping the mattress as he grins up toward you, barely visible in the dim light of his bedroom. Every line of his body is painted with desire, desire for you, and as soon as he sees that you’re watching, he slides his bent knuckle along your core. Just to ensure you’re well and truly wrecked, he pulls his hand back to lick it.

“You’re going to relax, and if you don’t, I’m going to make you associate work stress with this,” Tony says, hooking your knees in his hands and pulling you down just within reach. He leans his head down to kiss you right above your mound, nuzzling you with his nose as though that soft part of your body makes him wild with desire. Hell, Tony doesn’t seem to enjoy faking things much, so maybe it does.

While you’re reckoning with that, Tony settles in, groaning low and deep as he caresses you on the way to resting his hand on your stomach. There’s something about being known like that; he has to anchor you, you’re always like a wildcat when he tastes you.

Does he know that the warmth and pressure of his possessive hand on you while he takes you apart is half the reason you’re so responsive?

“Fuck,” Tony says. “One sec.” He lifts up and you watch as he tears his sweatpants off, unable to resist pumping himself once as he glares at you as though you’re completely to blame. “Waistband was going to chafe, and I need to be able to focus,” he says.

You laugh and take the opportunity to pull off your nightgown, too. Tony is nothing if not controlled chaos in bed. His hands are usually everywhere; he’s always swearing and praising under his breath, hips always moving, but sure, his waistband will derail him.

“Oh, that’s it,” he says, crawling up to look sternly down at you with one hand on either side of your head. “You’re going to tell me your morning routine while I do this. If you stop talking, I’ll stop.”

“Tony, I do not want to mix--”

His mouth takes yours, one hand cupping your face tenderly even as he nips your bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue. “Neither do I. You started this, I’m going to finish it.”

With that he drags his cock right against you, following that with beard hair on your nipple to make you cry out from the overstimulation and smack him.

“Well?”

“Oh my god, it’s not like you’ll get up and walk away if I don’t--”

Tony interrupts you by reaching down to jack himself, his knuckles brushing against your heated core incidentally, nowhere near enough.

“Goddamnit Tony!”

“That’s my girl,” he purrs. “Go on.” Another hand movement, and you’re desperate.

You grab two handfuls of sheet to anchor yourself and start speaking, using an annoyed, disapproving tone. “I walk in and say hi to whoever is working reception.”

Tony swirls his tongue to soothe your nipple and runs his nose along your stomach on his way back down. There’s no time to be self conscious, because he’ll just make you watch him instead, probably while teasing you with useless, sexy touching.

“I head upstairs, usually on the stairs, because you never know who will be lurking near the elevators,” you continue, maintaining your tone of disinterest right till you reach the word ‘elevators,’ because that’s when Tony spreads you with both thumbs. “Oh my God, if you make me think about this while I have a meeting with my boss, I’ll have to quit my job!” you whine, hating the way he just stops.

“They’d have to hire three people to replace you,” Tony says, his lips brushing the thin skin of your inner thigh. “I’m sure I could come up with something for you to do.”

“Just don’t hire three women to do this,” you mutter under your breath. 

Tony says your name, and you bite your lip and look at him. As soon as you do, he slides two fingers inside you, slowly and gently, his gaze intense. It’s an effort to keep yours open, it feels so good. Then, because he’s making a point, he pulls back out and strokes his cock, using your arousal as lubrication.

“Keep going, love.”

The ‘love’ just slays you. The man is inexorable in everything, and the promise of a mind-blowing but agonizing orgasm (not to mention an exciting life together) forces you to capitulate, begrudgingly.

“I sit down at my desk,” you whisper, eyes caught by the way the uneven shadows cast by the dim lamps heighten Tony’s sensuality as he allows himself one last swirl of his fist. “I turn on my-- ahhh, my computer,” you whimper at the first swipe of Tony’s tongue. The next minutes are a fight for coherence as you rock your hips against the steady pressure of his hand holding you still, gasping out mostly nonsense syllables that barely resemble your log-in tasks. Tony clearly relishes what he’s doing, drawing reward words with the tip of his tongue after each completed sentence.

Your orgasm takes both of you by surprise in the most delightful way; one second you’re swearing because Tony’s challenged you to remember all the headings in your most-used Excel spreadsheet, the next second he’s pulling his glorious fingers out of you and lifting his head, tutting at your inability to focus. You’re so frustrated that you put all your strength into bucking your hips up to chase him, and for once, you overcome Tony’s strength. His hand slips on your stomach, sliding up to crash into your breast, and he falls face-forward onto you.

His throaty chuckle and opportunistic nipple tweak send you, and as you shudder and moan, Tony recovers enough to thrust in.

“Oh fuck, that’s--” he gasps, hand desperately grabbing for yours. You wrap your legs around him and pull him down for an open-mouthed, gasping kiss that’s more about sharing breath than anything else. Tony’s hand is bigger than yours, and his finger-threaded grip is just this side of painful, but he’s driving into you like his life depends on it, anchored by the places you’re joined. It’s emotional, sexy, and affirming as hell.

Your orgasm lengthens, spurred into extra ecstasy with Tony’s fervor. Once you’re in that post-bliss intensity, the final column header he’d been demanding comes to you, even as Tony gives up trying to kiss you and just presses his forehead onto the pillow. He’s swearing again, praising the friction, the feel of your smooth legs against his sides, and a number of things you’d blush to even think to yourself in the privacy of your own mind.

“Tony, I remembered the last column,” you whisper against his ear, capturing the lobe in your lips. His hips stutter against you, and you scrape him with your teeth gently before he groans and moves in for a greedy kiss. You lose focus for a few heady seconds, but you can tell Tony’s close, so you pull back. “The column,” you remind him. “Aren’t you going to punish me for stopping?”

Tony lets go of your hand so he can grab your hips, holding on with an iron grip. He’s glaring at you, looking joyful but frustrated.

“I deserve this, don’t I?” he groans, but manages to hold still inside you. “Well?”

You arch your back and run your hands along the corded muscles of his arms, letting out a sigh that you know for a fact drives him crazy. When you lift your head again, he’s trembling against you, so you take pity on him and make direct eye contact. Tightening your inner muscles around his cock, you say a single word on a breathy sigh, sliding your fingers around your nipple just to enhance the effect.

“Liquidity.”

“Oh, I’ll give you liquidity,” he growls at you, grinning.

“Are you saying you’ll show me your assets, Mr. Stark?” you blink up at him innocently, holding completely still but for another pulsing squeeze of your inner walls. 

Ever since you started dating, Tony’s joked about Accountant/client roleplay, and even though you knew he wasn’t serious, you’ve always teased that you couldn’t possibly. Now you’ve turned the tables on him, and the litany of swear words Tony lets out in utter amazed, erotic frustration is only balanced by the power of his renewed thrusts. He basically drives your body back up the bed, and it’s so fantastic you feel another peak rising. Tony does too, and he slips a hand between you, capturing your lips and fucking you with cock, fingers, and tongue into a devastating orgasm that leaves you both breathless.

When Tony finally rolls off of you onto the bed, reaching to twine your fingers together in silent satiation, you can’t stop smiling.

“You asshole, you woke me up at four o’clock in the morning after I worked all day and I’m not even mad at you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m the one in trouble here,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Oh?”

“I have an appointment with my financial advisor today.”

Note: I'll be honest, after 20+ years of marriage I often forget about protection, because it's just not part of my life anymore. Definitely protect yourself and protect your partner, but also please forgive me for letting that slip my mind. It's important, but this is also fantasy.

[pey-up]

"The pregames are the opposite of their ingames" hc is very good, but im very annoyed with how people carry it out! Do more than just making kokichi a soft crybaby, shuichi a yandere, and kaede a jerk!

Kokichi is guarded, calculated, and a (loveable sometimes, but still) asshole. So his reverse would not be an uwu soft boy, he'd probably lean more toward being kind though. Wouldnt it make more sense for this version to wear his heart on his sleeve? Not that he'd never ever lie, but he's definitely unfiltered, and couldnt plan or scheme to save his life. He's not flamboyant or loud, although maybe the reason he joins danganronpa is he *wants* to be, but instead the thing in game kokichi hates most. *Boring*. Predictable.

Shuichi being yandere makes me soooo mad. I hate it. BUT I do love him being a super fan of the games, and idolizing Kyoko. I dont think he'd be a junko fanboy, but like most fans of the game, agree that shes fun and iconic. My favorite hc I've given pregame Shuichi (or Kage i guess since thats the name people gave him for some reason?) Is that he is INSANELY confident. Did you see him in that tape!? He was so confident he was going to be a killer (but he also planned his own execution, so he knows that danganronpa would never let a killer go because that's not the point of the games, so hes got enough sense to realize that). If you havent noticed already, i reallyy like contrast and parallels, and pregame saihara being confident that he's the worlds best detective and most clever contestant is just amusing to me. I like this one a lot...<3 why does he have the hat in pregame? Uhhh idk, either he thinks it looks cool and mysterious (very likely), or he's just bad at eye contact (autism)

Kaede being Jecka from class of 09 coded is kinda funny to me tbh, but the whole "i have no faith in humanity!" line strikes me as she totally has a pinterest board of dark emo quotes and unironically believes them. You just know she tells people she has a dark and twisted sense of humor, and she loves danganronpa because shes soooo messed up. In game kaede is sweet, hopeful, and a leader, so this one is mean, doesnt believe in others, and girlfailure. I kinda love the all the same though, even if she couldnt inspire a plant to photosynthesize</3

"Wait wheres kaito" IDK WHAT TO SAY FOR KAITO. HES LIKE KAEDE BUT JOCK. IM DOING MAKI INSTEAD BECAUSE YOU LOT DID HER DIRTY.

Im so mad at peoples pregame maki. Why doesnt she get the swap treatment too, huh?! She deserves it! Maki is cold, calculated, strong, etc. So this ones my favorite. Shes a dork, she's still strong but very silly. She has a super loud laugh that she tries to cover, and i love her so so much. She definitely made her assassinsona though and showed it to tsmugi like shuichi did with his own detectivesona. Not because shes a dangan superfan! But because shes played assasins creed 5 times and can tell you how historically accurate it is with alarming detail. Shes clumsy and dorky but she is NOT weak or stupid, shes still like slightly intimidating just by sitting there (as is oma) but she wouldnt ever do anything! Shes just a lil gal!!<3 a little gal who has every historically significant posion memorized, but nevertheless!

(she listens to murder mystery podcasts with shuichi and she and kokichi are friends dont @ me.)

Ok ok, thats the end of my rant, i also kinda want to write a oneshot about shuichi and kokichis relationship because i have a super cool concept in my head. But we will see..

[losver07]

okay so im planning (JUST PLANNING) a canon-compliant fic and im making a list of spells or details id like to add (because writing magic is shit hard but it's soooo much funnnn)

so yeah enjoy??? these WILL go into my future fic

remus enchanting muggle books, lycanthropy research or personal notebooks's covers to look like textbooks or really boring titles (sirius is still interested even if it's, like, "advanced latin grammar" and it pisses remus tf off that he always asks to have a look)

peter using his pocket watch to calculate what proportion of a class slughorn actually spends teaching them stuff vs the time he spends divagating

pre-transition reg throwing a spell so that every time someone refers to him with his deadname he hears 'regulus' in his head. he doesn't use it at home, though

james enchanting his glasses so he can physically see a dark shadow near people who are not feeling okay, his little secret to helping everyone. also, sirius jokingly puts them on once and let's just say james isn't looking so bright

remus lending sirius one of his jumpers and casually mentioning that it's enchanted to always smell like him (sirius MELTS)

the valkyries sharing tips and spells to do their makeup, such as ways to make their mascara waterproof or their lipstick to stay on for a whole night

peter always carrying pieces of parchment with him to draw and document bugs he finds, as well as plants

sirius asking the rest of the marauders from time to time to let him be alone with remus in the shack the morning after a full moon. he just stays there to make remus feel better and hides with the cloak when madam pomfrey comes (i have so many ideas for this type of scenes)

lily using the map for her prefect rounds with remus and finding james and regulus making out in a corner of the castle, then screaming "I KNEW IT!"

peter sneaking out into the ravenclaw tower as wormtail to see gilderoy

boggart angst. like, sirius expecting to see his mother but he sees himself instead, dressed in his elegant black heir clothes, back straight, hair short, acting just like he is "supposed" to act, according to his family and still being HAPPY somehow (did he get it wrong? would he be better off if he had obeyed? would that have fixed all the things that are now wrong with him? ...who knows)

also, remus's boggart being greyback because i have so much of the plot planned around that its insane (thank you elaborate metaphors, thank you psychology classes)

peter deafening himself when he's annoyed & wants to sleep in study sessions, making a piece of parchment levitate over his head saying "wake me up when you stop snogging, you WHORES"

i know i have mentioned this before, but regulus using magic to hide the white steak in his hair. this is so important to me i swear to god

obviously, all members of the marauders & co. converting their silver jewellery and overall possessions into tin or steel as soon as they find out about remus

james getting distracted by having conversations with the paintings in the halls and being late to class (especially first and second year)

(from 4th year on) remus taking potions near the full moon, not just for the physical pain but also his temper. also, asking peter the spell he uses to go deaf (that man does NOT stand people the week of a full moon)

all of them somehow coming up with a spell that makes their records' lyrics mute so they can have a karaoke, this is so silly but so real (it was james' idea, too)

in one of their birthdays, making the candles impossible to blow—every time they are put out, the flame reappears. bonus points is the birthday boy's wish was something that will never happen in the fic, e.g. an impossible romance

...

i will be adding more to this because not only is this so fun i also kinda need to lay all my ideas down before i start writing

[ambernotember]

a little meddling could go a long way

a very silly episode coda for 9-1-1 8x11 and Doctor Odyssey 1x11

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“Sergeant Grant,” Tommy grinned at her as he hopped down from the helicopter. “We have got to stop meeting like this.” “Firefighter Pilot Kinard, thanks for the assist,” Athena said. “If I never see another boat it will be too damn soon.”

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“Sergeant Grant,” Tommy grinned at her as he hopped down from the helicopter. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“Firefighter Pilot Kinard, thanks for the assist,” Athena said. “If I never see another boat it will be too damn soon.”

Tommy laughed. “Let’s get you all loaded up and out of here then. I assume you’re Daphne, our VIP?” She nodded and he guided her over to the helicopter. “You’ll be in the back with our aeromedic, and you’re our first stop.” He helped her up, and his partner got her situated. “And next to our FBI guides, we’ll have you two.” Between the two FBI guys, they quickly got Bonnie and Clyde seated as well.

“Sergeant, can I offer you the front seat?” He gave her a jaunty little bow as she climbed in, before he slid in after her. Once Daphne and Athena had been given headsets, and the criminals had ear protection on, they took off.

“Welcome to Kinard Air,” Tommy said over the headsets. “Our first stop is the hospital in approximately two hours. We don’t have in flight entertainment, but you’re welcome to watch the ocean waves out the windows.”

Daphne laughed, audible even though she hadn’t turned on her microphone, loud and bright.

“So Daphne, what are your plans once you’re healed up and out of the hospital?” Athena asked over the headsets. The aeromedic showed Daphne how to use hers to respond.

“Oh Sergeant Grant, I have no idea,” Daphne laughed again. “Dance all night, drive through the wilderness, swim in the ocean. Just celebrate, you know? Do the things I've been putting off, or thought I couldn't do anymore.”

“That sounds lovely,” Athena said. “But if I can make a suggestion? No more cruises. They’re not worth the trouble.”

Tommy privately thought Athena Grant might be the only person who could out deadpan him. He let the conversation fade into the background as he focused on flying, keeping an eye on the time and his nav system.

“Have you seen the new photos of it? Tommy?”

Tommy realized Athena was talking to him. “Sorry?”

“Has Buck shown you the new photos of the house? The kitchen counters just got installed.”

Tommy realized abruptly that Athena thought he and Evan were still together. “Uh, no, I haven't seen them,” he said. They still had an hour to go, and other people were on the comms, so it seemed like the easiest answer.

“Hmm,” Athena said. “Maybe Bobby forgot to send them.”

“Are you renovating?” Daphne asked.

“Building, actually. Rebuilding, I guess,” Athena mused.

“Rebuilding?”

“There was a fire,” Athena said. Tommy knew she was leaving out a lot of details about how and why the fire had started - Evan had told him about it. “We looked for a new place but nothing felt right. So we decided to build something new where the old house had been.”

“Wow. Did you get to design it?” Daphne asked.

“Actually my ex-husband did. He’s an architect.”

“And you’re still close? Wait, sorry, is that prying?”

“Nothing else to do,” Athena said. “We are close. We’ll always be family, and we have two kids together. He and his husband live in Florida now. We got divorced about, 7 years ago now? Almost 8. Then I met Bobby, my husband. Well, we had met before that, on the job — he's a firefighter. That's how I know Tommy here, actually, they used to work together.” Athena smiled at him then continued her story. “We were together a little less than a year when we got married. Part of what I love about him is how much he loves my family. He never tried to take over the dad role but he’s always been there for my kids. And he and Michael — that’s my ex — are close.”

She paused. “Sorry, that was probably a lot information that you were expecting.”

“I mean, like you said, not much else to do,” Daphne said.

“Do you have anyone at home Daphne?” Athena asked.

Daphne laughed again, but it was sad this time. “No. When I got sick — well, I didn’t want to put anyone else through that. It seemed easier to be alone.”

“It can be,” Athena agreed. “The thing I’ve learned as a first responder though, is that none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. If there’s something that makes you happy, someone you love, it’s worth the risk.”

Tommy glanced at her out of his peripheral, but she seemed focused on the view out the windshield.

“And that’s how you feel about Bobby?”

“It is.”

“That’s so romantic,” Daphne sighed.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a lot of hard work too. We almost broke up twice,” Athena confided. “I didn’t want to be seen dating after the divorce and he thought I was embarrassed of him. And then I asked him to move in with me before he was ready.”

“Really?” Tommy surprised himself by asking. “You two have always seemed so solid.”

“Now, yes. But it took us a while to get there.” Athena turned around slightly to see Daphne. “The new romance shine is easy to find. It’s what comes after that that people don’t talk about. It’s a lot of hard work to learn to communicate with each other and trust each other. And it doesn’t stop.”

“It doesn’t?” Daphne asked.

“No, it does not. Bobby and I actually fought about the house design — I wanted to rebuild exactly as it had been, but Bobby pointed out that really, that had been mine and Michael's home. If we were building something, it should be mine and his, even if it was on the same piece of land as the old house.”

“You two sound like a romcom come to life,” Daphne said.

It was Athena’s turn to laugh. “Only because I’ve left out a lot of details. Sometimes it’s a horror show. But I can get through it because I know he’s there for me.”

Tommy swallowed around a surprisingly large lump in his throat.

Athena pulled out her phone to read a text message. “Slight change of plans, folks,” she said over the comms. “Pick up for Bonnie and Clyde will be at the hospital as well, no need for a second stop.”

“Copy that,” Tommy said, relaying the information to Harbour.

“I’m just going to let Bobby know,” Athena murmured as she typed out a text. “Do you want him to pass the message along to Buck as well?”

“Oh, I have to go back to Harbour anyways,” Tommy deflected. “No worries.”

Athena and the FBI agents spent the last part of the flight coordinating with their team on the ground, and Tommy and his aeromedic kept the hospital apprised of their progress.

Daphne was the first person off the helicopter, the medical team whisking her away to surgery for her transplant. Tommy hopped out for a quick stretch while the LAPD and FBI dealt with Bonnie and Clyde. He was surprised when Athena rounded the helicopter and pulled him down into a hug.

“Thank you for getting me home safe again,” she said. “Housewarming as soon as the tools are cleaned up - we’ll see you there.”

“Uh, I’ll see how my schedule works out.”

“We’ll see you there,” she repeated. “And hopefully never again on a boat.”

Tommy laughed despite himself. “I’ll do my best to avoid it,” he said. He waited until everyone had cleared the helipad, then got back into the helicopter to head back to Harbour, trying to put Athena’s comments out of his mind.

“Thank you for picking me up,” Athena said as she got into the truck. “I could have just had one of the uniforms get me.”

Bobby held out his hand for hers and threaded their fingers together. “And miss out on another second of seeing you? Absolutely not.” He lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of her hand, squeezing tightly. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t with you.”

“It had to be a boat,” Athena said. “You’ll never believe who my ride back was.”

Bobby looked at her in askance.

“Tommy Kinard.”

“That must have been an awkward flight,” Bobby said flatly.

“Actually there was a lovely patient named Daphne on the flight, we had a great time. And don’t talk about Tommy like that,” she chided her husband. “Have you seen him since the breakup?”

“No.”

“Well, that is not a happy man. Regardless of Buck saying Tommy broke up with him,” and he had, many times, and it was the reason Athena’s kitchen was overflowing with baked goods, “he’s clearly hurting.”

“What did you do?”

“Let’s just say there’s an aeromedic and two FBI agents that know a lot about our relationship now.”

“You meddled? You?” Bobby raised an eyebrow at her. “You hate getting involved in other people’s relationships.”

“It was the happiest I’d seen either of them,” Athena shrugged. “Sometimes people just need a little nudge. If it works, maybe they talk and we finally have an end to the baked goods. Or he doesn’t do anything about it and we have to buy a chest freezer for the new house for Buck’s baking.”

Tommy landed at Harbour, refuelling his bird and finishing his paperwork before the exhaustion of the day could overtake him.

When it was done, he took out his phone and sent a text message.

Can we talk? Maybe on Saturday?

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[steppenwolfslair]

Probably a hot take i don’t know; I can’t stand Spite

For how he is used as a useless narrative device, gimmick and ultimately robs Lucanis of any sort of agency yet again,

rant below

Lucanis through his whole life, through the whole game is denied any sort of control over himself and Spite to me is a perfect example of that.

Spite should’ve been used as an interesting plot device to show an inward struggle Lucanis has of dealing with all the internalized hate he has for his imprisonment, Caterina and a lot of how the Crows function and force it outward. And in the beginning we start to get glimpses of that maybe being the case. In act 1 spite is shown to be far more of an actual serious problem to deal with like with him actually physically hurting Lucanis.

But in act 2 he is a silly little gremlin type spirit/demon that Lucanis is constantly told to “just handle” or is made fun of for making him a big deal. Spite has quite literally taken away Lucanis’ bodily autonomy and the game does nothing to treat this like an actual big fucking issue; like i mentioned Spite has the capacity to actually physically hurt Lucanis and freely does so, but no the game in fact makes a joke out of it with the “ha ha he drink so much coffee to stay awake”.

And im sorry to all the spite lovers but it was Lucanis’ body first and I don’t like how the game implies that Lucanis HAS to just accept and share. Yes both Lucanis and Spite were forced into this situation but it is LUCANIS’ body. No i don’t view it as an equal real estate thing, I’m sorry game but i care more about Lucanis than Spite. Why are we forced to go “well Lucanis you just have to be nice to Spite and bond with him” fuck that.

And the only way the option of looking for separation which let’s face it is something both Spite and Lucanis are for is to harden Lucanis, otherwise he has to “just live with it”. For a game that deals with so much new magical bullshit and expands so much on unknown magic to just give up so easily at this concept makes me kind of pissed off.

Spite is an interesting device turned into quirky gimmick ( something DAV does a lot) and i absolutely hate it. I know a lot of people love the “Spite is possessive of Rook” thing but this is another thing I find completely glossed over and made into “ha isn’t that interesting and kind of funny (to many also hot)” instead of treating it like and actual mind fuck that could be to Lucanis. Imagine you have someone’s entire separate personality inside you obsessed with this other person, it’s fucked up. If you look at it outside of the Rookanis stuff it’s just disturbing.

Anyway yeah, I am a Lucanis romancer who despises Spite and what he does to the story and takes so much away from it with his “gremlin type quirky” behavior. In my hc they manage to split them very soon after the events of DATV

Yes i know Lucanis’ content has been cut and shredded or whatever it doesn’t make the whole thing suddenly good.

[otissbluebearshirt]

Ok so I've been reading your masterlist these last few days and I'm loving it anyways I wanted to request "Are you okay?" // "Completely okay!" (definitely not okay)

I imagine a funny scenario where Otis and reader are moving in together or something like that

Lightbulb - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Prompt: “Are you okay?” “Completely okay!” (definitely not okay)

Word Count: 1965

Warnings: mentions of minor electric shock, brian being a dork (does that count?)

A/N: idk if this is what you had in mind, anon, but i hope you like it anyway :)

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“How’s it going in there?” You called out curiously, glancing over your shoulder from where you folded some t-shirts and towards the darkness of your closet behind you, the doors of which were pulled open fully and covered in silly, colourful shirts all hanging at different heights from the slats. “Are making any progress or do I need to do it myself?” 

You’d been in the middle of helping Brian unpack his insane amount of clothes in order to finally move in with you when the lightbulb, that had been in there since you moved in, suddenly blew above you. And normally that wouldn’t be much of a problem for some people but there wasn’t great lighting in your bedroom at the best of times, let alone with such gloomy weather like that which lingered outside, which meant it was next to impossible to see a single thing inside the spooky confines of your closet.

“Brian?” Your motions paused as you waited patiently for an answer. But, just like before, you were met with nothing more than an eerie silence and so you stopped folding altogether. You spun slowly on your heels in his direction, placing your hand on your hip as you squinted your eyes to try and see if you could at least make out his faint silhouette atop the slight shimmer of the step stool. “Baby? Are you still alive in there or did the closet monster get you?” 

“The what?” Brian’s rather high pitched voice was followed swiftly behind by the sudden clanging of metal on metal, making you press your lips together tightly. He then sighed in annoyance, the slight creak from the stool reaching your ears as he stepped down to pick up the bulb he’d dropped in your cruel mention of what might be lurking in the darkness. “Could you maybe not mention a closet monster when I’m standing in here in the dark, please?” 

“Sorry,” You chuckled, even though you totally weren’t as you always loved when his voice got all high and flustered like that. You heard him hum faintly, sceptically, before another quiet creak drifted towards you as he stepped back up onto the stool. “Let me know if you need a hand.” 

“It’s fine, I got it,” He replied, and this time it was your turn to hum sceptically as it was taking him a little too long to change a simple lightbulb. Nevertheless, you just shrugged your shoulders and turned back around, grabbing another graphic t-shirt from Brian’s bag and beginning to neatly fold it. “I just need to…”

Brian’s concentration filled words were then cut off by a sudden shocking noise… and a short-lived yelp.

“Brian?” You tossed the t-shirt in your hand onto the bed and hurried across the room to poke your head through the closet doors, your heart hammering in your chest as you extended your arm to feel around blindly.

You hit something firm, warm and breathing within seconds, and you closed your hand around it, carefully tugging it forward into the dim light of your bedroom to reveal your pouting boyfriend, who now had his thumb pressed tightly against his lips in an apparent state of distress. You let out a quiet sigh of relief to see him standing there in their perfect condition, your mind easily putting together the few small pieces of the electric puzzle, which had your lips slowly start to rise as they parted.

“Don’t,” Brian warned, his muffled voice causing you to clamp them shut and act all innocent, practically batting your eyelashes at him as your eyes danced with mischief. “Don’t say anything.” 

“I wasn’t gonna,” You defended poorly, to which Brian simply tilted his head a little and frowned. 

Like he didn’t know you by now. 

“I’m serious…” And though you tried your hardest to be, you just couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as… you weren’t. You were not at all serious and you’d been about two seconds short of saying something sarcastic. And Brian knew that. He knew it the second your eyes lit up, which is why he pouted dramatically and slumped his shoulders like a child as his hand fell to his side, causing you to reach out your own and set it aside his face, drawing your thumb lightly down the corner of his mouth. “Are you okay?”

“Completely okay.” Brian said with his own waft of sarcasm, this time causing you to frown as here you were being genuine. He then sighed when he realised that, his voice softening and his free hand taking yours gently. “I’m okay, baby, really.” 

“You sure?” You asked, your gaze drifting to where he had his thumb tucked between his fingers. “That shock sounded pretty nasty.” 

“It stung a little,” Brian admitted, which was only a small white lie as it actually stung a lot. But he didn’t exactly want to tell you that. He’d already bruised his ego and withered his dignity enough by being unable to change a lightbulb without injuring himself, so you could forgive him for not wanting to tell you it hurt much worse than he was pretending it did. “But I’m fine.” 

“Okay.” You nodded, though you could see right through his tough guy act. “But why don’t you let me see it? Maybe I can make it feel better.” 

Brian’s brow furrowed, “With what? The power of the closet monster?” 

“Maybe,” You chuckled. “But come on, just let me see it.” 

With an exaggerated, playful, sigh, Brian raised his hand and gave you a thumbs up, allowing you to see the small red mark that now resided on his skin. It didn’t appear worryingly bad, if even. It was just some minor irritation from the initial shock itself and it would likely fade within the next couple of minutes. But still, you wanted to do something to make him feel a little better about the entire situation and so you took a gentle hold of his hand, bringing it towards you and pressing a soft kiss right on that very mark.

“Feel better?” You asked, a touch of humour in your tone yet you could still see Brian’s heart all but melt behind his eyes. He nodded slightly as he swallowed, making your own heart weep over how flustered and cute he always got whenever you showed him such soft, genuine affection. And you would have given him more only, it was getting late. You’d wanted to get him properly moved in before bedtime and so you let go of his hand with reluctance, patting him gently on the cheek and briefly stroking your thumb down the length of it. “Good… Now why don’t you finish folding your t-shirts and I’ll finish changing the lightbulb.” 

“That’s probably for the best,” Brian admitted quietly, making you chuckle softly as he dug into his pocket and handed you a new lightbulb — since he dropped the other one. You reached out towards it, your fingers curling around the smooth, rounded surface, though you were yet to actually take it from him. Instead, you simply rolled your lips together and avoided eye contact as you stared down at it. “Baby, what is it?”

“Nothing.” You said instantly, innocently, clearing your throat and finally taking the bulb from his grasp then delving into the darkness of your closet, all before you could say what you truly wanted to say. 

Brian just shrugged his shoulders when you did and went to do his new task as you stepped up on the stool, raising your hand and allowing your fingers to ghost carefully around the base of the socket. You could easily feel the slight warmth and pulse of electricity that still radiated off it, furrowing your brow and drawing your eyes immediately to the light switch on the wall. 

The one that had not been turned off beforehand. 

You chuckled softly and shook your head, “Well, I figured out how you shocked yourself.” 

“How?” Brian asked curiously, re-approaching you as you stepped off the stool and into the light. You said nothing verbal in response to his question. Instead, you simply widened your eyes a little and extended one arm behind the cover of the wall, flicking the switch for the closest off loudly and causing Brian’s face to drop entirely, before morphing into minor confusion. “You’re supposed to do that?” 

You let out a humorous scoff, “Yeah, if you want to avoid electrocution.”

“Right,” Brian’s jaw shifted and he scratched at the back of his head. “Right, yeah. That… That makes sense.” 

An empty chuckle slipped right through the rather sheepish smile he gave you and you simply deadpanned him, as for a firefighter whose job often involved dealing with electrical issues, he was showing a severe lack of common sense regarding them. You almost couldn’t believe it. You almost couldn’t bring yourself to believe that this man, one who could fix an entire elevator system in about ten seconds flat, couldn’t even change a single lightbulb without shocking himself. But in all honesty, you weren’t even that surprised either. He could have the mind of a total moron sometimes, but regardless of that, you still utterly adored each and every thing about him. 

“It’s just as well you have your looks, babe.” You muttered quietly, fondly, watching with amusement as Brian’s cheeks flushed a dark shade of scarlet and he spun swiftly on his heels to retreat back towards the bed.

Bless him, you thought to yourself, your lips pursing in awe as you made him go all shy again. But as you said before, you wanted to get a proper move on things before it got too late, so rather than embarrass him any further and get him into an even deeper tizzy that would have your heart dance in you chest, you simply climbed back onto the stool and screwed the lightbulb in safely. You gave it a light tug just to make sure it was in securely before you stepped down again, flicking on the switch and huffing quietly in satisfaction when the small space finally refilled with a warm, yellow light. 

You bent down to pick up the stool and set it outside the closest doors, leaning against the frame and watching as Brian purposely chose not to turn back around to face you. And you couldn’t fault it for him either. You’d managed to change the bulb in about ten seconds, whereas the only thing he’d done was make somewhat of a fool of himself. And even despite your caring, considerate side not wanting to chip away at his dignity even more than you already had, you just couldn’t stop yourself from calling towards him, “Hey babe, I have a joke for you.” 

You heard Brian sigh heavily in response, which told you he knew exactly what that joke was already. He even dropped the t-shirt he held on the bed and placed his hands on his hips, glancing up at the ceiling in clear preparation for what was to come, which, if anything, only egged you on even further. You pushed yourself off the closet frame and padded your way towards him, slipping your arms through the triangular shaped gap in his and pressing yourself firmly against his back. You placed a soft kiss to the small mole on the base of his neck, feeling as he tilted his head forward again and for a brief minute… he thought you weren’t going to say it. 

That was, until he glanced at you and caught your cheeky, scheming smirk the very second he did, his own face falling entirely blank as you opened your mouth and happily asked, 

“How many firefighters does it take to change a lightbulb?”

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[woundedsoul12]

I get by with a little help from my friends

Going to be loud on main for this one. I have met tons of wonderful people since my return to writing, AO3, and Tumblr. But going to introduce you to the 5 people that I speak to daily that keep me going. The reason I haven't given up yet and just crawled back into my obscure hole. And know if you aren't mentioned I still adore you. This is just my Crew

So now you get to learn a little about them and what makes them so special.

1. @tarasmom - Like the only person I get to beta for me (the few times I use a beta). Tara is my hyper fixation deep dive sister from another mister. Want to lore plunge into some obscure reference? Want to talk through the history of the Tevinter Empire? Tara got you. Tara just... gets me. Like look across the room lock eyes and have a whole conversation. Standing in the middle of jellyfish fields with our nets screaming with excitement like SpongeBob and Patrick. And tbh one of the first people I found when I returned to fandom. Her Rook is Mina Aldwir and she's the queen of expose style writing and complex plots

2. @captastra - yet another I found early in my return. I think she more found me. Like a feral kitten outside her door. She is my adventure buddy. My 'hey Beasty I want to do this get out your shell and come with me'. Multi fandom bestie! Dragging me along for a good time. Not letting me be a loser. Inspiration for so many things I put into the universe. Her Rook is Nesiri Ingellvar and I love her so much. And Feylis her Avowed is just... everything to me

3. @lustaniasaxon - the only person I will cowrite with. My resident Illario lover. My muse. The person who keeps me going when I'm tired. A fellow gender bender. The only one I have found who can channel the ADHD into something useful. Her Rook is Lustania de Riva. Lover to my boys Sam and Brick.

4. @julie-spirit-finn - My fellow Healthcare bitch. Keeping people alive one idiot at a time. Listening to me bitch constantly about real life and fandom. Reading every single thing I write and leaving the best damn comments. Ultimate cheerleader and hopeless romantic. The most positive person I know in the most non annoying way. Helping me sort my complex silly plotlines no matter how dumb. Introducing me to Dread Rook. Turning me into a Solas lover. I might have never shipped him with Lavellan (she goes with Cullen) but I definitely like him with Rook.

5. And last but not least @thebarghestiest - fellow transmasc extraordinare. No one else can understand like we can huh? Again reading everything I write. Always commenting. Always supporting me. Listening to my stupid ideas and being like 'look bro I love it' even when you should probably tell me to stfu. Being cool with Julie and I just inviting ourselves to the Sleep Token concert. Putting up with all my dumb shit and depression. And screaming about Davrook, AUs, and dead doves with me. His Rook is Titus Ingellvar. Oh and the Durge Ghost who loves my Halsin bear daddy

And I guess I will finish up with I'm Beasty. I write entirely too much and the restlessness is strong. I'm also an antisocial loner but these people? We just vibe

Also if you have time, go read their works. They are all fucking amazing writers.

[heartz4levi]

Do you do nsfw alphabet? I'd like an nsfw alphabet for my beautiful queen Hyuna

tell me if i got you in your feelings !

☆ thinking abt hyuna + nsfw alphabet . . .

☆ hyuna (alnst) ,, gn reader . . servicedom!hyuna ,, sub!reader ,, lots of sex talk ,, also lots of strap talk?? yeah i heavily believe in a version of hyuna who loves to whip out the strap every time the opportunity presents itself.

a — aftercare :

hyuna never neglects aftercare. it is just as important as foreplay and the main course itself, meaning she'll never forget about it.

you don't even have to lift a finger, just tell hyuna what you need while she cleans you up. hungry? thirsty? need some cuddles? pillow talk? don't worry about her, she can tend to her own needs by herself just fine.

b — body part :

hyuna doesn't have a favourite body part of hers. why? because she likes everything about her physique. she knows she's a stunner and she can't choose just one body part.

hyuna's favourite body part of yours is your waist. it doesn't matter if it's slim or not, hyuna loves to snake her arms around it whenever she has the opportunity to do so. she'll always have a protective hand laying idly on your waist when you're next to each other, ensuring that you won't run off.

c — cum :

who would've thought that on nights where things get heated, you cum more times than hyuna does. she prioritizes your pleasure, so it's only a given.

but sometimes she chases after her own pleasure — and that's how you found out that her cum has a slightly salty taste, a glistening aspect and a sticky texture.

d — dirty secret :

sometimes even her trusted members of the rebellion decide that it's a 'good idea' to get on her nerves by making a few flirtatious remarks in regards to you.

of course, hyuna never lashed out at them. but on the inside, she did consider something a couple of times. that something being taking you in front of all of them, laying you down on the nearest surface and showing all of those people what they're missing out on.

e — experience :

hyuna has plenty of experience. lovers, flings, you name it, she knows her way around.

truth be told, you weren't surprised to find out that she's really good with her.. everything, fingers, mouth, strap, everything the first time you charmed your way into her pants. so she's a charmer and knows how to make you feel real good.

f — favourite position :

although it isn't a position you two try out often, hyuna loves cowgirl and reverse cowgirl.

actually, she just likes watching you bounce on her strap. getting to pinch and tug at your sensitive nipples or slap the flesh of your ass is but an added bonus.

otherwise, hyuna isn't picky. she'll go with whichever position you like or want to try out on that particular day.

g — goofy :

hyuna is always far too focused on making your eyes roll to the back of your skull to come up with some sort of pun on the spot. she's much more serious, focused on making that familiar feeling of euphoria wash over you until you — or her — are satisfied.

if you're the one with a habit of being a little silly even in bed, hyuna doesn't mind it. hell, she entertains your little antics. feel free to say "knock knock" while she's breaking your back because she will ask "who's there?".

h — hair :

hyuna doesn't have much pubic hair but she also isn't completely bare. she prefers to keep it relatively tidy down there.

as for you, hyuna does not care about what you do with the hair on your own body. let it grow, wax it all off, do whatever you want because that will not stop hyuna and her advances.

i — intimacy :

although hyuna isn't opposed to a good fuck to relieve some stress, she prefers love making more. when it comes to you, at least.

like aforementioned, she's always fixated on making sure that your every need is met. hyuna will take her time with you as often as she can, giving you anything and everything you ask for because you, you mean the world to her.

j — jack off :

you won't find hyuna touching herself very often. she does engage in the act, but rather rarely.

she would much rather have you do it for her. what good is using her own fingers or some measly toys when you're right there? hyuna is shameless whenever she invites you over to come and make her feel good for once.

k — kink :

hyuna loves to pull the strap out. just let her have her way because the universe was oh—so cruel to not give her an actual dick.

if you haven't tried being dicked down by anyone's strap, hyuna will encourage you to try it out with her because she knows how to turn your mind to mush.

and she really does! a true natural at it. the universe only gave her access to a fake cock for a reason — if she had a real one she woule be unstoppable.

l — location :

hyuna prefers to have sex with you within the comfort of your home. the exact room or surface doesn't matter, she'll spread you open anywhere so long as it all happens behine closed doors.

then again, hyuna isn't against the idea of having sex in other places either. considering she's often on the run, roaming around with the other members of the rebellion, the two of you did find yourselves going at it like animals in heat in unfamiliar locations.

m — motivation :

all you need to do to have hyuna on her knees before you in an instant is to just tell her that you want her. that you're needy.

be straightforward, is all. tell her what you want and hyuna will scramble to satisfy you accordingly. she doesn't need anything else!

all she needs is a word of confirmation from you, a pillow or two and either her handy strap or a hair tie.

n — no :

hyuna will never force you to go out of your comfort zone.

she'll suggest trying out some new things every once in a while. keyword, suggest. if you give it some thought and decide that you don't want to give it a go, hyuna will immediately understand.

you really just have to be honest with her. tell her no when you're not in the mood and she'll let it go. tell her yes when you are in the mood and she'll get to work quickly.

o — oral :

uses her tongue like a champ! hyuna is experienced and eager to please, meaning she's skilled.

it doesn't take her very long either to find the exact nooks and crannies that make you squirm, arch your back or buck your hips closer to her face. give her enough time and she'll have all of your sensitive spots memorized by heart.

and best believe she won't ever forget them.

p — pace :

hyuna's pace is naturally a bit rough. your pelvis will sting from how harshly her skin is slapping against it most of the time.

but she isn't always rough. hyuna will actually set whichever pace you want her to set. you want slow, gentle sex? no problem. you want to be unable to walk the next day? she's got it handled.

once again, hyuna is just meeting all of your needs.

q — quickie :

hyuna doesn't mind quickies, but she doesn't love them.

it should be clear by now that hyuna prefers to not rush things, to meticulously make you fall apart underneath her. quickies don't really allow her to do that.

but when you're on the go with her and the rebellion, do you really have any other choice? no, you don't. however hyuna will make up for every quickie with a full night of sex that'll leave you feeling like you had just been reborn.

r — risk :

this one goes hand in hand with the quickies. even when on the move, neither you nor hyuna can escape your very human desires.

this has led to a fair amount of quickies executed in semi—public to almost public areas. once again, hyuna can't say she adores them. but if you share the same belief as her or hell, love it, she'll give in and find a somewhat secluded spot to indulge in both her and your needs.

s — stamina :

hyuna has plenty of stamina.

hyuna can go at it with you for a while, even if you're completely insatiable. on the rare cases that her legs begin to give up underneath her, she'll just switch to using her mouth on you. if her jaw starts aching, she'll switch to using her fingers.

rest assured knowing hyuna has enough stamina for the both of you and then some.

t — toys :

hyuna has a decently sized collections of toys. most of which are.. straps! what a shocker!

various sizes, shapes and colors. she'll let you pick which one you want when you've been good and she'll give herself the liberty of choosing which one to use when you've been misbehaving.

however hyuna does have a few other toys. such as vibrators, butt plugs and a collar with a complementary leash.

u — unfair :

it depends on how you've been acting recently.

if you've been good, hyuna will only tease you if you openly admit that you're into it. if you're not, she'll keep it to a minimum.

if you haven't been good.. hyuna will not show you any mercy until she comes to the conclusion that you have had enough. don't provoke her, for hyuna can be insanely unfair.

v — volume :

hyuna isn't very loud. she mostly groans, letting out a few breathy moans every once in a while.

she tends to become vocal when you go down on her, which is quite a bit rare. only then you'll get to hear how angelic her moans are, no matter if they're soft or husky.

nonetheless, hyuna isn't afraid to let her sounds of pleasure be heard, even if they aren't very loud or frequent.

w — wild card :

hyuna knows her strap will never do you or her wrong.

with that thought in mind, a certain thought did occur to hyuna once or twice before — what if, just what if, you were in charge of her trusted strap one time? just once.

hyuna mostly wants to see how you'd behave with it in your possession. would your strokes be as deep as hers? would they reach just as far? would she react in the same way you do? well there's only one way to find out.

x — xray :

you take a moment to thank the universe each time hyuna spreads her lips apart for you. if you riled her up enough she'll be glistening, causing your mouth to start watering.

when it comes to her artificial cocks, it has been specified that they vary both in size and shape. and color! go wild, she has a hefty variety of them.

y — yearning :

hyuna can go on about her life for as long as you need or want her to without sex.

what's her secret? self—control. hyuna yearns for you when you yearn for her and it's almost unheard of for her to say no to you whenever you want her to make you feel good.

z — zzz :

hyuna will never fall asleep before you do. she'll make sure to thoroughly go through with the very much needed aftercare, then she'll cuddle you to sleep.

she'll card her fingers through your hair if you want her to, feeling your body slowly relaxing in her embrace as slumber invites you into its own arms.

only when you're sound asleep, safe and at peace, will hyuna join you.

[riitales]

Breakups Hurt | Choi Su-bong

Ch 2: tell me why it ended this way?

"I said i want to breakup with you." His voice was unusually cold and distant.

"no, you don't.."

"You don't know that."

Pairing: Choi Su-bong x female!reader

Genre: squid game au! exes to lovers!

warnings: cussing ig, angst ?! hurt/no-comfort, su-bong doesn't have his drug locket. no use of y/n. there's mostly thanos's real name is used. Flashback!!!

Note: idk if anyone would even like it 😭— anws, happy reading:)

Play: without me by halsey

The afternoon sun filtered through the office blinds as she stretched her arms, sighing at the break you had been looking forward to all morning.

"Come on," your friend nudged you playfully. "Fifteen minutes of freedom. Let’s make them count."

You both stepped out onto the street, the sky an unbroken stretch of blue, the road humming with life. People strolled by, chatting, some rushing back from their own breaks, others lazily enjoying the midday air. Your favorite shop was just across the street, skipping past a handful of others, but your pace slowed for a moment as you passed a familiar storefront.

The little gift shop was packed with charm—shelves lined with soft teddy bears, stacks of books in colorful covers, keychains that dangled like tiny treasures, and art supplies waiting for inspiration to strike. A mountain of heart-shaped pillows sat in the window display, as if inviting people to take comfort in their plush embrace.

Your friend suddenly nudged you again. "You always get distracted here."

You laughed, shaking your head before a particular plushie caught your attention. A teddy bear—plush and round—sat on a shelf, catching your attention with its outstretched arms. it has heart on it's chest and 'i heart u' was written on it.

Aw!

"Actually—" you were cut off by your friend who rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Yeah. Yeah, go. I'll be waiting."

You grinned at her.

He'll like it right?

Of course! Knowing him he'll like this just like he always do when you got him cute silly things.

You reached for it, fingers brushing against the velvety fur. But just as you lifted it, something else stole your gaze.

A delicate glass dome sat on a shelf just beside the teddy, its surface gleaming under the soft shop lights. Inside, a tiny couple stood together—a groom in a crisp black suit, a bride in a flowing white gown, hands almost touching. The details were breathtaking, from the gentle folds of her dress to the tiny bouquet clutched in her fingers. Golden confetti rested at their feet, ready to swirl at the slightest shake.

Your lips curled into a small smile. How pretty...

For some reason, a warmth settled in your chest. The little figures looked so peaceful together, frozen in their perfect moment. You hesitated, then gently tapped the glass, watching the golden flakes rise like a quiet blessing.

that's it. I'm buying it!

You think for a second before reaching into your jeans pocket for your phone. You opened the WhatsApp app, went to the favorites list, and then tapped on your boyfriend's and your chats.

You took the picture of the wedding couple globe in your hand and started typing. Okay, now—

What should I write?

You pause for a moment before a slow grin forms on your lips.

'this could be us'

You unintentionally bit your lips. You were just about to hit send when suddenly—

INCOMING CALL: Choi Su-bong <3

You raise your brow in surprise as a small chuckle escapes your lips. You pick up the phone quickly.

"Heya." You spoke softly over the phone.

"we should break up."

Su-bong claimed on the other end with a netural voice. You froze for a brief moment, your smile slightly flattering.

If he is joking, it is not funny. He should know that.

"Don't joke about things like that." You found yourself saying. Your previously peaceful, even happy, mood has been dampened by the possibility that he can just joke about such things.

"I'm serious. It's not working."

"Su-bong.. what- what the hell?" Despite your words, your voice lacks bite. Your frown deepens.

He sighs deeply on the other side.

"I'm sorry, okay? But we need to need breakup."

"It's not working? su-bong, what the hell? Are you serious— Hello? Hello??" You realized he had cut the call. Your heart races ahead. You pushed back your hair, which was bothering you. Your heart and mind are still in confusion.

It's— it's not a joke. You know. It's unlike of su-bong to joke about things like that. It is unusual for him to even prank you; you have always been the one who does things like that in your relationship.

You still don't understand what the hell did he meant by 'it's not working'.

Your eyes darted here and there, your mind racing, trying to figure out if it was something you did but could not find.

You exhale and look down at your phone, the picture you were planning to send him still waiting to be sent.

"hey. Hey. I'm so sorry but Could you please- cover for me? it's- it's kinda urgent." You said on the phone as soon as your friend picked up.

"Woah! Woah! Okay- okay! call me if you need me yeah?" She kindly replied.

To be honest, you feel bad about leaving her waiting for you, but you need to go see what is up with him suddenly calling you and asking—no, almost insisting that you two break up.

He should be at home right now.

You arrive at his location and quickly park your car before heading to the elevator.

You rang his apartment's doorbell. You waited for him to open, but your patience was running out. Your feet tap against the floor, and your jaw unintentionally clenches. If he was seriously pranking you, you would completely ignore him for a week! This is not funny, and he should know it. You waited a few seconds more before reaching into your purse to retrieve his apartment key.

You entered the apartment and walked into the living room. He was not here. You went to his bedroom.

And here he was. Looking out the window.

"What was that phone call about!?" You asked, slightly loud voice, though you tried not to.

"I thought I was clear."

"No, you weren't! What the hell you meant 'it's not working'? su-bong! I swear to god if you're joking—" Your voice was filled with irritation and a hint of anger.

"I said i want to breakup with you." He cut you off. His voice was unusually cold and distant.

Your whole demeanor flattered.

"no, you don't.."

Your voice had evened out. Saying as though you know what he want and what not.

"You don't know that."

You took a deep breath. You do not understand what happened that caused him to want to end his relationship with you. "su-bong— atleast look at me.. please"

He sighed heavily before turning around to face you. His eyes were as cool as his voice.

"is— is it something that i did..? If it is— then I'm sorry—"

"It's not you."

"Then what the fuck is wrong?" You yell in frustration. His curt replies, his refusal to explain why he wants to break up, all of this frustrated you.

"It's not working."

"Can you—" you sighed deeply, your finger pinching your nose bridge. Your head aches. "Would you please mind to explain why you suddenly woke up and think 'it's not working'?" You were extremely confused and angry about the whole situation.

"I can't do this anymore."

Is that why he has been distant over the last few weeks? You assumed it was because he needed space as his career was failing, but you still do not know what could have caused him to make such a decision.

"We're better off without each other anyways."

His words hurt more than anything. How easily he said them. Not even considering how you must have felt. How simple it was for him to say them.

Your emotions did not catch up until you were alone and silent in your own space. Your mind was still racing with thoughts about what he could have been thinking when he came to this conclusion. What made him believe you were better off without each other? You sat staring at the wall where your and Su-bong's photoframes were hung.

Is this it?

Was it the end of you and Su-bong?

No! He cannot simply ask you to end your relationship without providing a valid reason.

You reach for your phone and message him without thinking twice.

3:47 | you: can you please just talk to me?

3:47 | you: please! What's wrong!? you can't just break-up okay?! That's not how it works!

3:48 | you: I know you're seeing this

3:48 | you: su-bong please

3:49 | you: we can fix this. If you could just talk to me.

3:49 | you: please tell me what's wrong

3:49 | you: su-bong!??

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[fables-if]

Now onto the next (ehe, the construction of my house in your ask box is complete, so now I'm a lurker resident)

Classic ask number 2! MC to the Romanced ROs: "Would you love me if I was a worm?"

And also, as kid MC to Granny, at bedtime, very sleepily, suddenly posing this question.

Thank youuu!

Gotta love a classic! Here we go: Ana: Ana would laugh at MC for being cute and a little bit stupid (with love) and she'd tell them that

"No, I wouldn't love you if you were a worm, silly. At least not in the same way since I wouldn't be able to get to know you the same way. I would love you the same way I love every creature and living being that exists in this plane. With respect, reverence, and care, but my love for you is too deep, too personal to ever compare to that" If MC gets grumpy because, in the end, her answer is no, she would grab their face and kiss them on their forehead. "Look, if you were to turn into a worm right now, I would love you the same. I'd free you into the fertile and green earth of our forests and put a little red bow on your neck so I can tell you're my little worm. I'd fight so that the forest remains untouched by human hands, unpolluted so you would be able to live you're best life. I'd look for the tastiest plants and I'd give them to you on special occasions" Diana/Diego/Dix: Dix (I'm going to use the gender-neutral name cause it's too long to write every single one) would just raise an eyebrow, questioning if MC is just kidding or being mushy. Then they'd negate with their head. "Nope. You would be a worm and I a human. How would that even work? I guess I could keep you as a pet but that seems rather unfair to wormy you. Also, what kinda question is this? Would you remain with your mind and conscience? Then that would be horrible. I would rather die than anything like that happening to either of us." If MC gets mad or is sad about their answer, they'd remain unfazed saying that if they ever turn into a worm but remain human intelligence, to please just kill them if you truly love them. I think this question would remain in their mind for a long time and they would ask other people and try to debate those who say they would still love their partner or would let their worm loved one alive. Anne/Antón/An: An would enthusiastically hug MC, and pet their hair while agreeing that they would love them if they were ever a worm. "Of course, I would love you if you turned into a worm. I would make you a house with worm-sized furniture and I would give you fancy lettuce to eat. I would carry you on my shoulder while I take walks or work so you never feel lonely. " They would proceed to get invested in the idea of making a worm house and would start to draw the blueprint and think of what materials they should use to make it comfortable for worms. They're very skilled with manual labor so in a week or so MC would have a worm house delivered by An

"So if you ever turn into a worm, you'd always have a comfortable place to live"

Bingen: Bingen would get nervous because he would not know what to say and how to say it so MC doesn't take it the wrong way. He doesn't do well with this sort of thing hahaha. I think he'd just be sweet with MC, intuitively knowing they need comfort and sweetness. "Yes, I would. I would let you wander my vegetable patch and eat all my plants, I would let you roam free and be happy as a little worm while I fight for a more eco-conscious world where your worm life is as valuable as it should be. "

And then he'd make some bomb hot choco for MC and would insist on watching one of their favorite comfort movies because in his mind, MC is going through a rough patch if they wonder if he wouldn't love them in every form and in every life. Caterina: Caterina would tuck little MC in their bed, kiss their forehead sweetly, and stroke their little face. "Of course, I would love you if you were a worm. You're my grandchild by choice, silly. That choice remains even if you were a little rat. I would let you wander the garden all you want, take care of you while you're sick, protect you from harm, and teach you what you need. Just as I do now. Human or worm, darling, you're still my darling child" And then she'd hug MC warmly. If they were to ask this while they were still young, she'd worry if they feel unloved since the death of their family was still fresh and would make sure that the next day MC would receive extra hugs, kisses, and love.

[kathbunny]

@justablah56 did art of the borrower au and thus I now much write about the sillies!

Borrower au context: based on the movie The Secret World of Arrietty by Studio Ghibli. Teeny tiny people live in a house and borrow items from the residence that won't be missed and try to avoid being seen, as they don't want to be killed by humans. Unrelated to the movie, I give them tiny animal or bug traits, like tails or wings or ears. Maxim like many of my other aus, is a scientist who worked to the point of severe burnout and bought himself a house to recover in. He's repairing a previously pretty broken down house, unaware of the residents thriving in the foundations and crawlspaces in little houses they built themselves.

This is just them studying the new resident! And deciding if they might need to leave.

Finbar watched from under the newly brought in couch, long bunny ears twitching at the sides of his head as he tried to listen for any possible conversation. It seems as though only one human had entered the home overnight, but you could never know, especially with old broken homes like this, it wasn't odd for them to begin living in the home one or two at a time as things were fixed.

The man who had entered the residence was older, broad shouldered, and tired looking. Normally, being old and tired implied a human father, but his neat and formal manner of dress implied a single man. Not that Finbar could ever be sure, he wasn't one for getting so close to a human. The man was digging through boxes in search of something, occasionally writing on boxes, his knees getting covered in dust from the floor and wincing when he stood.

Old humans were less dangerous. If he was a man on his own, his family would be very lucky. The garden would become less dangerous, although it may feed them less if he removes the old overgrown plants, but they could adapt if he kept his food well stocked. And the mold within the home may be cleaned up, giving them safer air.

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Elyse hurried to pull what berries she could off the plants, rolling them to the grate that let them under the house. The new human might soon be cleaning up the garden and she needed to stock up on what she could before it was all cut down. The others were similarly further amongst the overgrown plants, handling the shorter ones while she flew up to the tops of the tall ones.

The back door opened and immediately she dove down, covering herself with a leaf and preparing to run as the new human stepped out onto the porch. She watched as he walked up to the railing, gently testing it by pushing at it, mumbling about repairs before leaning on it, cup of tea in his hand.

She started running to the grate, wings folded in tight. She could start pulling the food to their storage until he's gone.

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Kyana poked her head out of an old mouse hole, examining the half repaired room that had once been her favorite due to how all the old, turned over furniture created the perfect place to climb. The human was in there, tearing down layers of wallpaper by hand, a radio on a box playing soft piano and violin music. He seemed to get tired, sitting on a box and opening a water bottle, taking big gulp of it until it was empty.

Although her favorite place was going to be changed, she didn't mind it. It looked like there'd be plenty more to climb, based on the bookshelves from the old piles he had set aside to repair. As long as he didn't close the way in, it'd probably be lots of fun!

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Dani ventured across the house during the night, searching for the tool box the new human had been using for house repairs. She found it, grabbing a set aside screwdriver, almost twice her size, and using it to undo the latches and force it open. It took her almost ten minutes, but she managed it, climbing her way in and seeing the shiny set of brand new tools.

She couldn't take wrenches, as much as she wanted to, but she could steal screws and nails. They'd be incredibly useful for maintaining the little homes of her family. She scooped them up by the armful, tossing them onto the ground outside the toolbox and hopping out herself. She scooped up her shiny new items and ran back, not bothering to close again. Humans would just assume they forgot, especially this human. He seemed disorganized.

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Vhas watched from atop the stairs as the new human desperately tried to turn on his radio, holding the batteries he had taken out of it under his arm. He turned it on and off, he pressed randomly at some of the buttons, he turned it over and finally checked where the batteries went. He let out a frustrated exclamation of some kind, starting to search through boxes for batteries he wouldn't find.

Vhas missed being in a home with a human, chuckling to himself and letting his beetle wings buzz slightly. He stood, setting the batteries down and rolling them off the side of the stairs, running away to avoid being seen.

VR-LA slowly snuck into the half finished library study of the new human, moth wings twitching nervously as he slowly climbed up one of the desks. A book was closed on the desk and VR-LA eagerly opened it, sitting on the pages to start reading in the dark. He hadn't had access to human books in so long! And getting books from other borrowers was almost impossible, so he'd take anything he could get.

When he finished the pages before him, he'd hop off and turn the page, repeating the process for as long as he could. He knew he'd have to return within an hour or two before anybody started looking, but he couldn't help getting absorbed into the book.

He heard the door open and froze as the light was turned on, the new human standing in the entryway, blinking a few times he stared at VR-LA. VR-LA immediately ran, fluttering back to the mouse hole to hide. Maybe he'd forget, maybe he'd think he was dreaming.

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Maxim blinked a few times as he saw the moth that had been seemingly reading a book on his desk ran away like a person, disappearing behind a bookcase. He must have been more tired than he thought, if he was imagining a stray moth reading a book.

[winterspiderpurrs]

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Maybe it starts off like this @pretty-bratty........

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Peter was late. Which he tried really hard to be on time, and technically he just made it into the conference room for the presentation right as they were closing the door. So he isn't TRULY late.

He scanned the room to see if there were any open sits. People were lined up against the wall standing, which didn't give him much hope, but in the third row he spots two open seats. They were on either side of a man sitting there, maybe he was saving them for someone?

Peter quickly wiggled his way through the aisle where people were standing. He peered down the row where the man was, he leaned down and asked quietly.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you Sir, but are you saving these seats for someone? Or could I?" waving his hand and pointing at the open seat to the mans left.

Peter thought he heard a gasp, and glanced back and see people looking a little worried. He didn't give it much mind though before looking back at the man. Who at this point had turned to look at him and Peter was frozen for a moment before offering a small hopeful smile.

His hair was up in a bun, he had a note pad resting on his thigh, where he had already taken a few notes. Odd that he was wearing leather gloves but maybe he was a germophobe? The blue eyes stared at him for a moment before nodding and offering a small smirk.

" Go ahead, I wasn't reserving them maybe the gloves throw people off"

"Well that's just silly"

Peter smiled brightly and quickly sat down, opening his shoulder bag, pulling out a small case, getting his glasses out, putting them on, before stuffing the case away in the bag pulling out his own tablet and specialized pen to take notes on said tablet.

"Thank you so much! I thought I almost missed getting in! I got caught up in the Q&A panel that Dr. Conners was giving"

Peter moved his tablet to his left thigh to balance and offered his hand out to the man.

" I'm Peter by the way. "

The man eyed the glasses that Peter had put on, they some how made his big brown eyes even bigger. He offered a smile and offered his hand over to shake.

"James. Like the glasses."

Peter blushed a little, shaking the hand.

"Thanks! It's part of a prototype I'm working on, just a shell right now normal glasses, but I'm hoping with a few more tweaks I can incorporate bio metric health screenings, fall assist, things like that."

"So cute and smart huh?"

Peter blushed more but then the presenter came out, as the panel closed. Peter stood up packing his things away into his bag.

"Thank you again James for letting me sit"

"No problem, are you heading into another seminar?"

"Oh! Actually I have a small break before I go and see the Dr. Octavius one"

"Yeah? Looks like we are on the same schedule then."

"Really? W..Would.. you like to sit together for the seminar then? Since we are both going. Don't have to of course. No pressure."

"Let's do one better, how about I take you to lunch, then we can go together that way we can make sure we can sit together."

"Yes! I mean sure that sounds great. Thank you."

They spent the rest of the seminars together, getting lunch, and then dinner and then late night drinks.Then they hit the casino together on the last night as Peter has never been there. And Peter knows cards, he does his best NOT to count them but he is good at math. The more he seems to win the more free drinks they get offered. And then on the way back to their room, cause James insisted on always walking Peter back to his room, they walk by a little chapel that was connected to the casino.

"You know.. I never thought I would get married."

"Yeah Doll? Pretty thing like you? Anyone would want to put a ring on that finger"

"That's funny. Tell that to my ex. He was an ass."

"Fuck'em. If they can't see what your clearly worth. I'll marry you in a heart beat. Fuckin' Perfect Pretty Peter."

Peter is giggling holding on to James arm.

"Yeah? I think your pretty perfect too Jamie."

The next day Peter wakes up, finding a metal arm slung around his waist, shiny ring on his left hand ring finger that matches the one the metal hand was wearing and dog tags around his neck.

Tony felt his phone vibrate, while he listens to the guys around the table chat, he pulls his phone out to see who is calling.

' Prodigal Son ' displays and he fights a smile that starts to forms. He raises his other hand up, and makes a shooing motion to the room.

"Alright, everyone out. Take 10 then be back"

The men around the table all scrambling to get out of their seats and leave the room. Happy does one last sweep of the room, making sure that only Tony and Steve are left in the room. He nods his head at Tony, and closes the door. Only Steve, his relatively new body guard stays with him, though he does move to stand across the room, covering the door. To give Tony a sense of privacy but also to be on stand by.

Holding up the phone to his ear.

"Mio caro bambino….Haven't heard from you, giving your old man the silent treatment?" Tony chuckles a little.

"Hi! No um No avoiding. Just uh"

"Uh-huh and that little stunt of turning off your tracker? You know I do that to protect you right?"

"I know! I know just….I think I messed up Dad. Your gonna be mad."

Tony stops tapping his pen against the table and sits up. His eyes sweeping the room, landing on Steve and then he looks off to the side.

" I'll fix it. Just tell me what happened. Do you need your Auntie to help…clean a mess for you?"

Tony adjust the phone, moving to put the blue tooth on, so he can be the only one who hears Peter but he could speak into the phone. He pulls the laptop on the table closer and starts typing away. Having Friday run the program to start tracking Peter's last where about, hacking into video feeds.

"No that that kind of mess up…though that may be easier… I just… I don't want you to be mad"

"That's for me to decide not you kiddo. But your making me worried. Whats worse then having to hide a body?"

Steve glances Tony's way before looking toward the door, feeling his own phone start to go off in his pocket. But he knows while he is in this office, he can't take personal calls.

"I um… You know how I went to that conference, for BioMedical Engineering?"

"Yeah the one out in Las..Vegas…. No."

"It happened so fast! We sat through several panels together, he is so funny, but then he asked me to dinner. And then well…. I woke up married?"

Tony could hear Steve's phone continuously going off, he rolls his out and point at him and then the door. A silent out given. Steve nods and exits the room, pulling his phone out to take the call.

"For Fuck Sake Peter, this? This I expected of Harley. Not you. Jesus. What do you think your mother will have to say about this? Your dead, and I'm dead. I KNEW I should have sent someone with you. Does he even know the family who he married into? What if this is all a ploy to get to the family? What if he is using you? Did you even THINK? Of course not cause why would you."

By now Tony had stood up, pacing the room, pausing to glance at the laptop to see that status of how far Friday has gotten in tracking Peter down.

" I know! It was stupid but we just have this… this connection. I had Auntie Tasha look him up and she hasn't responded back… and he isn't dead so…"

Tony stopped in his tracks, Natasha hasn't said anything, so she must still be looking the information up but if Peter thinks if she HAD found something, would be out by now.

"How long ago did you send the info your Aunt Natasha?"

"Um…5 days ago?"

"FIVE DAYS AGO? And I am just now hearing about this!?" Tony slams his free hand down on the table.

"Peter!"

"I know! I just… When we woke up we talked and…we decided to go on a few dates to… to see cause of the connection. And we…kinda went on a honeymoon"

"When did this happen?"

"Uh…2 weeks ago?"

"Jesus Christ. "

~:~:~:~:~:Out in the hall:~:~:~:~:~:~

Steve presses the phone against his ear.

"This better be good Buck, my Boss isn't in a mood, your lucky I got to take the call"

" Hey Stevie. Do you know why the Black Fucking Widow has been trying to break into my vacation home?"

Steve pulls the phone away from his head to look down at it, to confirm yes it was Bucky's phone number that called him. He looks at the door behind him, dread filling him.

"Please tell me, you were not in Vegas recently."

"You know I was, remember? I told you wanted to see about upgrades for my arm. But…. Why did you ask that"

"Did you have a LITTLE bit to much fun while you were there? Any LIFE CHANGING things happen?"

"…So.. my husband isn't just a cute nerd with a little bit of money"

"Nope!"

[everydaythings7807]

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