#op thank you for drawing him with arm hair

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

OP smutty headcanons

Warnings: ⚠️no minors pls ⚠️

Just some fun headcanons I have for some of the OP men ☠️

OP men: Zoro, Sanji, Law and Luffy.

pt. 2

Roronoa Zoro:

- he’s gonna be rough with you (are you really surprise???)

- but his aftercare is actually thoughtful. If thoughtful means getting you a wet nap to clean up and putting you to bed because he practically ruined your body

-he’s gonna be smirking pridefully when he sees you walking funny the next day

- degrading (receiving) tell him you think mihawk would be a better lover or that sanji’s stamina is stronger - he’s gonna be so pissed but he’s gonna dick you down harder. Call him weak and you’re done for, might as well save up for a new pussy.

- oral (receiving) he’s gonna sit back and relax while you do the work. Arms crossed again his chest the entire time, he’s not gonna let you know he’s enjoying himself -that’s for weak men.

- thigh kink: his favorite way to watch you get off is by riding his enormous thighs and you’re eyes have to be on him the whole time.

Black Leg Sanji:

- Praise kink (receiving) tell him what a good boy he is!

- Hand kink (giving) he only uses his hands for two things - cooking and fingering you until your juices are all over his fingers.

- Food Play (giving) he wants to feed you chocolate covered strawberries while fucking you. If you allow it, can he please lick chocolate off your nipples???

- Nipple sucking (giving) His favorite thing is to lay his head upon your lap, your fingers in his hair as he sucks on your nipples. He can cum in his pants if allowed enough time. He got mommy issues yall.

- Missionary King: he wants to see your face at all times and he wants to treat you like a Queen. And queens don’t have to lift a finger! He’s gonna take good care of you and make sure you cum first before him.

- Aftercare includes cleaning you up himself, drawing a bath for you and making sure you have enough food and water.

Trafalgar D. Water Law:

- you have to take the lead, he’s kinda shy….

- but once the ball gets rolling…he tends to be a little more assertive but polite. “Is this fine?” He’ll asks when he starts to move faster in you.

- he can’t handle how cute you look when he’s inside you that he asks if you guys can do doggy style instead. He can’t focus, so that’s his favorite position.

- he’s needy and stalks you around the ship. He won’t outright say it but he’s always down to fuck. Or maybe some foreplay? He has no problem sending you two to his room with his power, he can have you naked on his bed in seconds!

- praise kink (giving/receiving) he likes when you tell him how good he’s making you feel and in return, he will (under his breath, he’s shy!) how good you make him feel.

- aftercare includes telling you to use the restroom right after. He’s a doctor ya’ll he doesn’t want you to get a UTI. But then he’ll beckon you back to the bed because he likes to cuddle. Cuddling is mandatory for at least thirty minutes. He’s the big spoon.

Monkey D. Luffy:

- he’s a little complicated, but he’s an eager lover.

- he’s a “I need it now and I don’t care where we’re at or whose around” kinda guy. There’s been enough times where the rest of the crew has come to recognize the look in his eye and quickly leave the two of you alone.

- he likes eating…so eating you out is his favorite thing to do. His head digs into your thighs and he acts like he hasn’t eaten all day. “You taste really good!”

- praise kink (receiving/giving) tell him he’s gonna be the king of the pirates and he’ll do whatever you want. Every time you make him cum, he always is thankful and rewards you with a kiss and a pat on the head. But you tell him he needs to do more than that! He does lol

- his stamina lasts forever. He can raw dog you for hours if you allowed it but most of the time you have to beg him to finish - your body can’t handle it!

- aftercare really is just him bringing food for you and him to eat in bed. Then a really long nap, his arms wrapped around you - even if you wanted to leave, you couldn’t!

……………….

Send me more characters to headcanon!

[ghostlyglimmer]

The Fun Zone: Chapter 4

Angy Damian is so much fun to draw. He does not appreciate his family booking a birthday party at the off brand chuck e cheese that is The Fun Zone

Danny had seen some chaotic birthday parties in his time at The Fun Zone, but this one took the cake—and he wasn’t even exaggerating. The group that had just walked in seemed like a random collection of mismatched personalities: a cocky black haired guy, a towering dad-type who was trying way too hard to be casual, a snarky girl in a leather jacket, a small scowling kid who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, and—oh no, it was Tim again.

Danny adjusted his uniform and sighed, plastering on his best customer service smile. “Welcome to The Fun Zone. Are you here for laser tag, mini-golf, or just to add to my growing migraine?”

A man with stark black hair stepped forward, grinning like he owned the place. “We’re here for a birthday party!”

Danny blinked. “You booked it in advance, right?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” the guy said, brushing off the question with a wave. “It’s all taken care of.”

The scowling kid, who couldn’t have been older than twelve, crossed his arms. “Grayson, this is beneath me. I don’t need a childish party.”

“Oh, come on, Dami,” the guy—apparently named Grayson—said, ruffling the kid’s hair. “You’re going to love it. Laser tag, mini-golf, go-karts—it’s got everything!”

Damian swatted his hand away with a growl. “I said, stop calling me that.”

The girl in the leather jacket smirked. “Yeah, but the kid here’s turning twelve. We’re here to make sure he has the time of his life, whether he likes it or not.”

Danny gave her a skeptical look. “You sure he doesn’t prefer, like, a book club or chess tournament? He looks like he’d rather set this place on fire than play mini-golf.”

“I would,” Damian said flatly.

“Don’t listen to him,” Dick said, leaning on the counter. “We’re doing this. Can you, uh, set us up with the works?”

Danny sighed, grabbing a clipboard. “Fine. I’ll need the birthday kid’s name. And don’t tell me it’s Grumpy McFrownsalot.”

Dick laughed. “It’s Damian.”

Danny jotted the name down and handed him a stack of wristbands. “Great. Have fun, don’t break anything, and if you end up in a go-kart race, try not to ram into each other. You break it, you buy it.”

Dick beamed. “Thanks, man.”

An hour in, Danny regretted every life choice that led him to this moment.

Damian, the birthday kid, was terrifying. He played laser tag like he was training for actual war, and he refused to use the pre-loaded names on the scoreboard, insisting his codename be changed to Death’s Shadow. He also managed to hack into the system to change everyone else’s names to things like Grayson the Fool and Drake the Useless.

The girl—Steph, he’d heard someone call her—was running commentary on everything, laughing every time Damian destroyed someone in laser tag. “Dami’s ruthless! Look at that kill count!”

Tim, predictably, was trying to strategize, calling out team plays like this was some kind of black-ops mission. “Jason, cover the left flank! Dick, stop running in circles!”

Danny’s ears perked up at that. “Wait. Jason?” he muttered to himself, glancing over toward the go-karts.

Sure enough, Red Hood—his boss—was standing next to the track in civilian clothes, looking like he wanted to commit murder. He’d been dragged along under protest, and now he was stuck watching Dick and Tim throw Damian a party in what was technically his turf.

Danny sidled over, slapping on a grin. “Hey, boss. Didn’t know you did birthday parties.”

Jason scowled. “Don’t start with me, Fenton.”

Danny chuckled. “I mean, it’s kind of adorable. You’ve got the whole supportive older brother vibe going on.”

Jason groaned, rubbing his temples. “They’re doing this to piss me off. Dick knows this is my place.”

“Your boss’s place,” Danny corrected. To try to keep Hood's true identity safe from his supposed siblings? friends? Hell if Danny knows at this point. “And hey, the kid seems to be having fun. That’s worth something, right?”

They both glanced over to see Damian obliterating another group of kids in mini-golf, his precision terrifyingly perfect. Dick was cheering him on, and Steph was doubled over laughing at the chaos.

Jason sighed. “This is hell.”

By the end of the party, the Fun Zone looked like a war zone. Damian had won every single activity with brutal efficiency, leaving no survivors in laser tag, mini-golf, or go-karts. Dick had somehow convinced Danny to bring out the giant birthday sundae, which Damian reluctantly poked at while glaring at everyone like they’d personally insulted his honor.

As they were leaving, Dick clapped Danny on the shoulder. “Thanks for putting up with us. You’re a champ.”

“Yeah, well,” Danny said, yawning. “Just make sure you tip me enough to cover therapy.”

Dick laughed, handing him a suspiciously generous wad of cash. “Consider it done.”

As the door chimed shut behind them, Jason walked over, shaking his head. “If you tell anyone about this, you’re fired.”

Danny smirked. “Sure thing, boss. But you owe me hazard pay.”

[hobie-enthusiast]

Hobie with a friend or s/o that feels safe drawing and practicing instruments (just overall being creative) around him 🥺?

Thank u op for feeding us so we’ll with all the hobie content btw !!!! MWAH ❤️❤️

THE CREATIVE MIND !

— hobie brown x creative!gn!reader

— fluff, creative reader, pet-names, hobie being a menace, hcs and then a blurb for artist reader at the end

— hobie and his encouragement with his s/o, who loves expressing their creativity with him

— SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK but here it is anon muwah

— Hobie first noticed how much you kept to yourself

— Of course you talked with people around you, but you weren’t very open about what you liked to do

— He loved playing his guitar, Gwen loved playing the drums, Miles loved drawing and sketching, but what did you enjoy?

— Turns out it was a combination of all those things

— When Hobie starts to get closer to you, he notices the little things that you don’t hide around him anymore

— Splatters of paint, marker markings, blistered fingers, all signs of the creativity you hold behind closed doors

— Just as friends, Hobie may ask about what you do, but will never push if you don’t want to say

— He’ll lead into some conversations about it if you do

— Loves listening to you talk and talk about what you do once you get comfortable around him

— Then his friends try to beg to know what you do, what’s the secret hobby you hold so dear?

— And to that he keeps quiet

— Because he loves the fact that you trust him so much to let him know about how well you can do what you do

— If the two of you are dating, god he’s your biggest supporter

— He loves motivating people to go against their limits and rules to achieve their greatness, and he does the same with you

— Every-time you show him a new project, he praises it like the Mona Lisa

— “‘s amazin’, swee’heart. got myself such a talen’ed par’ner.”

— “Belongs on display, ‘s for sure.”

— if you’re an artist, he commissions you all the time

— Stickers for his guitar, art on his walls, even doodles on his hands

— He wants to proudly sport your work wherever he can

— If you play an instrument, he’ll constantly ask to practice and play with you

— Even if you play something like the trumpet, he’ll find a way to jam out with you

— It means a lot to him to share music with who he loves

— If you are a writer, he’ll always ask to see what you’re typing up

— Hobie’s everyone’s biggest supporter, and that’s never an exception for you

— He adores everything you create, no exceptions

Your legs dangled off the edge of the couch as you take your pencil to your sketchbook. On the opposite chair, Hobie was strumming guitar, scribbling and marking his music. It was like a peaceful creative time you shared.

You take a peak up at your boyfriend before looking back down, sketching the features of his nose onto your paper. For the past hour you had been sketching him, multiple poses of him lying there, with his guitar, and him just smiling (which was a closed smirk but better than nothing). You were finishing a sketch of him messing with his guitar, drawing up his hair and piercings.

“Mm..” Hobie sighs before making that focused face he does, bringing out the crease on his forehead.

You smile and draw that out onto the sketch, enjoying how blissfully unaware Hobie seemed. You had numerous sketches of him, but he didn’t need to know.

As you stare down and take glances up, Hobie finishes with the current song he was messing with. He looks over at you, noticing how focused you seemed on your sketch. It was mesmerizing watching you work so passionately.

Quietly, he got up, sneaking over to your seat on the couch. He wraps his arms around you, peaking over your shoulder. “Whatcha workin’ on?”

You slam the book shut. “Nothing!”

“Oh? But I wanna see..” Hobie responds, reaching to grab your sketchbook.

“No no! It’s nothing!”

You shoot up to run to your shared bedroom, holding the book away from Hobie. He chases after you and shoots a web to grab the book. As much as you try to pull it back, he ultimately wins, taking the sketchbook in his hands.

“Le’s see..” He speaks, turning to the page you were working on. “Oh.”

You groan, throwing your head into a pillow. “Hobie..”

He’s quiet for a while, admiring your work. You make him look so.. incredible. All the pencil strokes bring out a different feature of him, and he’s never thought he looked this great.

"These are incred'ble, swee'heart." He says after a while, glancing up at you. “C’mon, don’ be shy. ‘s good stuff.” He assures you as he takes a seat next to you.

You snatch the book from Hobie, swatting him with it. “Ever heard of privacy?!”

“Mm.. ‘s good t’ know ‘s how ya see me.”

“Well.. it’s not even done.” You say with a sigh. Then, you get an idea. “Wait! I’ve got an idea.”

Hobie’s eyes raise. “Hmm?”

You turn back to open the page you were working on, grabbing a pencil and a red marker from the nightstand next to your bed. You look up at Hobie before looking back down, sketching something.

“Just stay still..” You request, sketching out some new features you can now notice from up close. “I wanna finish..”

Hobie chuckles, crossing a knee over his leg. “Mm.. ‘right, ‘ll be ‘ur muse.”

In turn, you give a smile, gently kissing his cheek before continuing to work on his profile. You sketch every little crease, freckle, blister he has on his face. Any scar or bruise he has from his hero ventures, you include. You start to get lost in your book as time moves on.

Your boyfriend just sits there, admiring the way you look so focused. He’s grateful you feel comfortable around him, to where you can allow yourself to indulge in your creativity. He loves how people express themselves, you especially.

When you start adding some colour, you see Hobie scoot next to you. “So talen’ed, ya know that?”

You smile gently, leaning into his shoulder. “I appreciate that, Hobie.” You respond as you continue putting in some highlights.

Once it’s done, Hobie sits back and praises your work like there’s no tomorrow. Many compliments, pet-names, and red blushing messes later, he’s pulling your leg to convince you to let him take them, hang them up.

Once you do agree, he also asks you to make him some stickers for his guitar. “Need some good stuff f’ my gui’ar. Make it flashy t’ fight facis’s.”

Once you do make them, trust, he’s going to brag to everyone he knows and is friends with who made the beautiful artwork displayed on his guitar.

[luckhound]

vongola family + casual intimacy.

↻ pairings ✦ tsuna/reader, gokudera/reader, yamamoto/reader, hibari/reader, ryohei/reader, mukuro/reader, chrome/reader, reborn/reader

↻ summary ✦ nothing too deep or complex, just a few ways the vongola members would be casually intimate if in a relationship.

↻ warnings ✦ the sappiest of fluff, potentially ooc

author's note: thank you to this post's op for sparking the idea. if it weren't for them, i probably wouldn't have written anything else for weeks lmao.

Tsuna: Lets you fuss over his clothing, whether that entails you knotting his tie, straightening his collar, or fixing the lapel of his suit jacket for him. You probably used to do it often when he was younger and more slovenly than he is now, but it's become soothing for the both of you; a ritual of sorts. He'll murmur a thank you after, gaze soft and smile fond, or just press a silent kiss to your brow

Gokudera: Sits in the same room with you while the both of you work on different things. You could be flipping the pages of a book, he could be tinkering with his Sistema C.A.I., peaceful silence broken occasionally by you reading a particularly amusing passage aloud or him complaining about whatever maintenance work he's attempting. Just knowing that you're close by, safe and content, with him, puts him at ease

Yamamoto: Enjoys the simple act of cooking with you. He doesn't mind if you aren't that skilled at it, just watching as you chop the vegetables or stir the pot is enough to give him the warm fuzzies. Often he holds the spatula out to you so you can sample the dish and give your opinion on what it needs, a free hand cupped under your chin to catch any stray drops. No matter the end result, he considers the evening a success; it's time spent with you

Hibari: Meets your gaze from across a busy room, the two of you able to converse without words. The tilt of his chin, arch of his brow, thinning of his lips can all be easily deciphered by you after the many years you've spent by his side. Usually this will be his way of telling you that he wants to leave; it's a signal for you to say your goodbyes. He's tired of being around so many people, he'd rather spend whatever free time he has with you, at home

Ryohei: Feels the need to touch you all the time, often without him even realizing it. It could be an arm around your waist when you're at an event together. A squeeze to your elbow before he leaves your side, as if offering a wordless apology. A hand on the small of your back nudging you forward, so he can slip past you. Every touch reminding you of his presence, constant and steadfast. Just like the man himself

Mukuro: Traces designs on your skin when you're lying down together. Should you find it ticklish, it only serves to amuse him into doing it more. Now and then you'll concentrate on the path his finger takes, trying to figure out if he's drawing or writing something specific, only to give up. Asking is pointless because he won't give a straight answer. The truth is it's totally random. But on the rare occasion, he'll sketch jagged lines not unlike his hair, or just his name, over and over again

Chrome: Combs your hair for you after a bath or shower, insists on doing it even. The repetitive motion calms her, though she isn't quite sure why. All she knows is that she could detangle and smooth out knots in your hair for hours on end without growing tired. If it's possible to, she'll run her fingers through your locks after, smiling at the fruits of her labour. Might even press a kiss to them like some kind of shoujo prince

Reborn: Helps you out of your clothing after an event or long day. It's not a sexual thing for him, if he's being honest. Getting the opportunity to unzip your dress or unbutton your shirt for you feels like a privilege that you bestow upon him; a small way you let your guard down around a renowned hitman who could hurt you so easily, in theory. In practice, he can't imagine ever doing such a thing

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #16

A/N: Ya girl is running behind, but still trucking! ✌️

part 1

xxx i can't feel anything

"Dickie!" Jason says, a dopey grin splitting his features. "Heyyy."

Dick smiles back. It's the kind of tired, fake smile that Jason sees through every time – when he's not drugged up to his eyeballs, anyway. Dick's physically exhausted; being up for over thirty hours straight will have that effect on most people.But it's not just that. Mentally, emotionally, he feels flayed, like he's a walking bundle of exposed nerves. Babs has been trying to coax him into going home for a shower and some sleep, but he can't bring himself to leave Jason's side.

They don't understand. They can't. He knows they're trying to, and he appreciates the effort, but the fact is they weren't there. Anything he says to them to try and explain won't come close to capturing how harrowing the experience had been. In the collapsed building, and then in the ambulance ride and ER after, as they struggled to keep Jason stable.

"How are you feeling?" he says, forcing himself back into the present. Pushing down thoughts of last night is getting harder to do as he grows increasingly fatigued. "Any pain in your arm?"

"Pain?" Jason says, squinting. "In my arm? No, I – I can't feel anything." He frowns. "They didn't take my arm, did they?"

"Nope, they didn't. Your arm is still there," Dick assures him. He points to Jason's left arm. "It's in that cast, see?"

Jason looks down and his eyes widen comically. "Whoa." His gaze shifts back to Dick. "Will you sign it?"

"Later," Dick says.

"There," Jason says, gesturing at the cast.

"Careful, Jaybird. You don't wanna pull your IV."

"You can sign it right there," Jason continues, ignoring him. "D-I-C-K." A mischievous look crosses his features. "Or you could just draw a dick."

Dick laughs. It's the first genuine smile he's had since he learned that Jason was in the building when the explosion happened.

"You'd better watch it, dude," he says as the post-op nurse snorts.

Jason hums. "You love me."

"Mm-hmm."

A shadow falls across Jason's face, and he looks like he might burst into tears. "Bruce doesn't love me."

Dick's heart clenches. "Of course he does."

"He hates me," Jason says quietly.

"Don't say that." Dick lays a hand on Jason's knee. "Bruce does not hate you."

"He does," Jason says, and lets out a wet sob. Dick looks up at the nurse, who's moved forward to put a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"It's normal to feel a bit emotional after the anesthesia," he says, and Dick knows he's saying it for his benefit as well as Jason's. "That's okay. You're okay, buddy."

"How long will it take before it wears off?" Dick asks, and the nurse shoots him a small, sympathetic smile.

"This part of it usually lasts an hour or so, but it'll be about twenty-four hours for all of it to be flushed from his system completely."

"And he won't remember any of this?"

"It's highly unlikely, unless you want to get your phone out."

Dick absolutely doesn't.

xxx

Jason falls asleep pretty quickly after he's settled back in his room. Dick texts the group chat.

Surgery went well. Jay's resting in his room now

There's a small knock on the door and Haley, one of the nurses that's been in and out a lot over the last day and a half, pokes her head in.

"Sorry to disturb you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's a gentleman here to see you."

Dick frowns. "To see me?"

She nods.

"Huh." He looks over at Jason, and something like grief pangs in his chest. Jay looks younger when he's asleep like this, more his age. If not for the white in his hair and the scars, he could pass for a regular nineteen year old.

"He'll be okay without you for a few minutes," Haley says gently. "I'll make sure he knows where you are if he wakes up."

Dick sighs and, a little reluctantly, stands. "Thank you," he says.

She smiles, and there's a ruefulness to it as she pats his arm. "You're a good brother."

Another sharp pain through the center of his chest, and this time it persists as he follows the nurse through the halls.

"Just in here," she says, opening the door to a quiet room.

His stomach drops.

Bruce.

xxx to be continued...

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Sunrise, Sunset

[A/N: I wrote this in a rush bc there’s some stuff going on in my personal life and I just watched episode 9x10 and I needed a good cry 🥺]

*Warning you rn, sad Stevie ahead

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“Christ,” you grumble under your breath, slipping in a puddle and nearly falling flat out on the back porch. You try to adjust the grocery bags in your hands to see where you’re stepping, juggling your house keys between two fingers as you mutter on, “How many times have I told that man to wipe down the deck after a swim? Gonna break my damn face one-”

Your griping comes to a dead halt and the bags fall onto the deck with a series of heavy thuds. It’s not water you slipped on.

“St-Steve?” you stammer out, choking on his name. As you follow the trail into your home, now resembling more of a macabre art exhibit than a kitchen, your voice grows stronger and you yell, “Steve! Steven!” Red streaks and fingerprints are smeared across every visible surface, and the sheer volume of blood on the floor sends your heart leaping into your throat.

You can hear heavy footfalls rounding the corner, and you brace yourself to meet your demise at the hands of the same man who attacked your husband minutes ago. Then panicked blue eyes appear at the doorway, and tears pool in your own as you rush into the familiar security of Steve’s arms.

“You’re okay,” you exhale sharply, hands roaming every inch of skin that you can find. Your fingers graze over several bandages along his arms and chest, across his split lip, down the bridge of his nose, and you repeat again, “You’re okay.”

“Most of that blood’s not mine,” he assures you, tenderly brushing his thumb over your cheek and giving you a moment to catch your breath.

“Is this- Is someone after your team?” you ask, taking note of his harried appearance and red-rimmed eyes as he leads you to sit on the living room couch.

He sniffs sharply and averts his gaze before answering, “Not Five-0. My team from the Morocco op.”

You take his hand and bring it to your lap, squeezing it tightly and running your thumb over his knuckles. “How many, Steve?”

He swallows thickly. “Three.”

“And…” You steel yourself for your follow up question. “And Joe?”

Giving your hand a squeeze in return, he says, “Joe’s okay.”

You take and release a deep breath, then lift his hand to your mouth and press a kiss to the back of it. “Do what you need to do,” you say softly. “Just come home to me in one piece when it’s done.”

“Angel, this might not-”

“Consider that an order, Steve,” you cut him off, lifting your resolute gaze to meet his. “You will come home to me.”

“Okay, mama,” he whispers. “Okay.”

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The telltale sound of a key slipping into the lock has you jolting awake in the dark living room. Sitting up on the couch, you rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock to find it’s nearly three in the morning. Steve steps inside and locks the door behind him before dropping his bag to the floor. Even in the dim lighting, you can see the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders, and you call out to him softly.

He takes lumbering steps towards you, then sinks to his knees and rests his head on your thigh, his arms coming up to encircle your waist. “I came home to you,” he says, haunted, his voice muffled by your cotton shorts.

“Thank you, baby,” you whisper, carding your hands through his hair as he tightens his grip on you, his anchor.

“I came home,” he intones again. Your heart aches at how small he sounds, and you understand in that moment what he’s really saying to you: I’m the only one who came home. Pressing your lips to his forehead, you murmur, “You can let go now, honey. Let it go.”

His large body quakes beneath your fingertips, heaving with silent sobs as a lifetime of loss and sacrifice takes its toll. Drawing in shuddering breaths, he clings to you like you’re the oxygen he’s seeking while you rock him side to side and run your hand along his back.

The sun will come up in a few hours, and with it, a new day. But for tonight, all your husband can focus on is coming home to you and the most beautiful sunset he’s ever seen.

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[A/N… again: Writing that last line broke me 😔 If you’ve seen this episode I hope you get the reference; seeing my baby sad breaks my heart and I was ugly crying by that point ngl]

[wyntereyez]

I'm going to talk about Holiday Matsuri before I forget everything.

I found out about the convention at nearly the last minute, probably due to deleting my Twitter account, so I didn't see Neil announce he was going. Since I hadn't seen Neil since MegaCon in February, I was excited. He was going to be near me again! The tricky part was that it was the weekend before Christmas, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to get time off my retail job. However, I was prepared to call in sick if needed, because after the hellish holiday months, I deserved this.

Turns out, I didn't have to call off. Which was kind of disappointing. So much for my small act of rebellion.

I was able to attend Friday (I just worked five hours in the morning) and Saturday, which I had off. So I planned to get some ops and autos with other guests on Friday, and devote Saturday to Neil's line.

Due to CIRCUMSTANCES, it was nearly a disaster. I ended up still being in the looooong registration line about ten minutes before my first photo op. I may have been panicking a bit. By which I mean, a lot. Fortunately, one of the staff was going down the lines doing arm bands to save time, and when I explained my situation, he told me to go up to a desk, and they took care of me. So, now it was five minutes to my op, and I hadn't had any time to figure out where anything was. A staffer showed me on a map - but it ended up being a different photo room from the actual celebrity ops. Those were on the complete opposite end of the convention center from where I was.

And the convention center is huge. I was sweating by the time I actually got to the right place, with a lovely glistening face and frizzy hair. Joy. But I'd made it.

My first photo op was with Maggie Robertson, Resident Evil Village's Lady Dimitrescu herself, as well as Baldur's Gate 3's Orin the Red.

I was the only one in line for her.

I was also the only one for the following photo op, which was an RE Village op with both Maggie and Neil.

Maggie asked if I was there for RE or BG3, and I told her both, which seemed to delight her since she'd mostly been encountering BG3 fans.

After we took the photo, Neil was brought in for the RE op, asked if I wanted RE or BG3, and when I said Resident Evil, he immediately started doing Heisenberg lines while Maggie just elegantly loomed over us (she's tall, and Neil was crouching). It was hilarious!

Once I'd finished, I immediately went to Theo Solomon's autograph line. He saw me wearing a Legend of Zelda shirt, which I'd joked was appropriate for a holiday convention because it was green and Link is elf-adjacent, and we talked about those games for a couple minutes. I also thanked him for coming to another American convention, because he's done very few of them compared to the others. For my autograph, I picked the gorgeous art print he had of Wyll, and admitted that I thought Wyll looked really good with the horns. Theo agreed. (Look, the circumstances about how he got them sucks, but he did look good, okay?)

I then went to Maggie's line and selected a Lady D print that matched a Heisenberg print I had. There was an option for Maggie to draw her special Vampy doodle for an extra $10, but I was spending enough as it was, so I just went with the regular signature. Maggie warned me she liked to deface herself in prints with her photo, and asked if that was okay - I was fine with that - and she went to town on the print. And drew the Vampy I didn't pay for. Oops.

For our table selfie, she directed me through a variety of poses, and it turns out I will in fact let Lady Dimitrescu boss me around with no question. LOL.

And that was my first day.

On Saturday, I'd arrived early, intending to secure a good place in Neil's autograph line. And I would have been third in line, but there was a snag - they weren't letting people hold places in line for photo ops unless you had someone else actually, physically there with you to hold your spot. I had a photo op with Neil, and autographs didn't start until after the photos, so I would have ended up waiting four hours only to lose my spot.

Yeah, not happening. I'd take my chances and get in the auto line after my photo. But that freed me up for the BG3 panel!

There was already a line for that, even though it wasn't for another hour and a half. So I sat down in line and made myself comfortable and sat on my foot, which fell asleep.

Deeply asleep.

When the line started moving, I stood up, took a step, and promptly fell, scaring the hell out of some volunteers. I got up, then fell again. It's like my foot just wasn't there. So now I had some lovely bruises on my knees, and my hand somehow, and some freaked out staff. (I'm fine besides the bruises; I just didn't give myself any time to get feeling back in my foot because I didn't want to hold up the line.)

I got great seats for the panel, though.

They didn't cover any new ground; they'd been doing panels for about a year now, and mostly this was the panelists having fun and the moderator, Wee Claire, doing her best cat wrangler act.

She tried to bring them out one by one, but when she got to Jen and Aliona, Jen had Maggie's hand and Maggie was pulling Neil behind her.

They tried to start with a lightning round with fast, short answers (the other guests all turned to Neil here, LOL!)

Things we actually learned:

Ranch ornaments are a thing

Wee Clair doesn't like Ranch, which caused Dev and Jen to walk off stage in a huff

Neil is BAD at answering questions where you're supposed to choose between two things without thinking about it. (For example, Wee Clair asked for them to choose between Christmas sweaters and Christmas pajamas. Everyone else snapped off an answer. Neil seemed at a loss, then defended that he doesn't wear either. He continued to be bad at this game.)

The cat that Astarion was based on passed away. Apparently, he was old; he'd been a neighborhood stray for 15-20 years, so he'd had a long life of mooching off his various families!

Wee Claire said she'd read Neil would have been happy to play a goblin in a tavern if it meant he could be involved in BG3. She then asked him to act out a goblin character, which she named Kevin.

My Neil photo op was next. The line was pleasant, because we all shared common interests, obviously. The woman ahead of me was going to do a Y'allstarion op, and had brought a cowboy hat to give to Neil if he wanted it.

When I saw him wear the hat in her op, I realized I had a dire need to also get a pic with him in the hat. So I did. No regrets.

And then came the autograph line. We'd been assured that Neil had gotten faster, and the line did seem to progress pretty well. I think I was in it about three hours? Still long, but nowhere near what his waits had been.

When I got up there, I included my internet handle as well as my name, because I wanted to see if Neil continued to ignore my real name and call me wynter.

Blue Owlz Medic was sitting next to him, chatting with everyone waiting, and to my surprise, she recognized my name! I wasn't aware I was that visible, yikes?

And then it was my turn for an auto. Neil was once again very polite when he introduced himself, then he looked down at the little post-it with my name and immediately recognized my handle. He remembered that he'd seen me somewhere earlier this year, though not where (I'd seen him at MegaCon), and then broke my brain because he thought I was one of his mods.

How... how am I so visible he thought I was a MOD?! I'd considered applying, but decided against it because I'd never been a mod before and that would be an overwhelming community to start with. But it sounds like I would have had a chance to get a position because they 'know' me?!

Halp.

Neil and Blue both thanked me for my contributions to the community (halp?) then I got my table selfie. And Neil asked if he could hug me. I've never had to ask him for a hug, but I've gotten hugs every time I've seen him.

And that was my Christmas present to myself. I managed to accomplish a lot in two days!

And that was basically it for me. There was a search for an Astarion charm that I saw next to Blue; someone had given it to her and I had a DIRE NEED for one.

[bunnysnared]

i need to know what kind of people your oc likes/dislikes/is intimidated or scared by

how would he react to gruesome scars or prosthetics? is he the type to cringe? stare? make an active effort not to look? brush it off?

what are his hobbies/interests?

how is he with people who are blunt to the point of appearing rude? is he the type to get ofended?

how is he with being picked up? is he the type to flail around or hang limp?

how is he with people who are just a little too passionate about what they do?

sorry for all the questions he's just so cute i want to put him in a box with blankets and plushies

[omg im SO sorry for the late reply to this! forgive meeee! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) AND FOR THE LONG REPLY! ]

+fledge is weary of authority and is often bratty or grumpy in the face of his commanding officers, yet also secretly he craves validation from the people in positions of power above him. [see also: he has daddy issues a lil lol] so i would say he is not easily intimidated by or scared of people. he is rather apathetic. and he doesnt speak unless spoken to often esp while working. +likes: assholes and jerks, or people w cold affects who are mean to him HAHAH. dislikes: loud people, funny-guy comedian types, really intensely friendly/fast to warm. he gets spooked by ppl trying to get too close too fast.

imma stick the rest under hereeee (人❛ᴗ❛)♡

+he is really the type to keep people at arms length. he's covered head to toe really often, most people have never even seen his hair bare outside of his taskforce who is around him the most/sees him change and stuff most often. he almost has this identity-porn trope where he could walk around bare faced and people would not recognize him as "fledge" LOL

+he would not react at all to gruesome scars. i think he would just take it at face value. with visible prosthetics he may stare a bit in interest but never judgement. once he's figured it out/satisfied w seeing he would not stare much ever again

+his main hobby is playing video games. he was pressured [ie forced] to join the army by his colonel father. if he had his way he would be a twitch streamer who streams fps games lol but besides gaming [as he doesnt get the chance to do it much] he draws in a journal and bird watches. he has an extensive knowledge of bird and draws the ones he sees when he can, and annotates about them.. its how he got his callsign, actually. his lt observed him doing this and called him a little fledgeling :,]

+he likes rude people and gets on well w them bc hes a lil rude and mouthy himself HAHA he's impossible to offend as well bc he has no self esteem. if u insult him hes just like nae yer right

+being picked up it depends on how close you are with him. a stranger he would absolutely freak out [he does not like being touched by people he doesnt like, but once he knows you he doesnt mind as much]. i think either way hes the type to flail and smack his fist on ur back and squirm, but in the first scenario its in an earnest effort to be unhanded. in the second, half-hearted/playful

+i think he'd be annoyed, but it depends on what the person is passionate about. he's pretty disaffected with the military so he rolls his eyes about things like that. but he may be privately silently endeared to someone who was passionate abt smth harmless/niche. and in the scenario the passion is being good at shooting people/hurting people [lol, special ops after all] he would look up to them privately

thank u so much for asking! i love any excuse to blab about my son!!!!!! if you read all that, bless your heart. youre a real FledgeHead ♡

[siilvan]

OC File: Emiel "Nightfall" Scholten de Ridder

uh y'all want another oc bio? my boy? my son? petra's "little" brother? mini's husband in some universes?

as per petra's post... thank you to my mutuals with their wonderful ocs and everyone who gave support for petra, it's genuinely giving me the confidence that i've desperately lacked despite making ocs since i was 11 years old 😭

profile art to come soon, men are hard to draw 👻

very long post BTC (again)...

again, credit to cptnprice for the file!!

GENERAL

Name: Emiel "Nightfall" Scholten de Ridder II

Nicknames/Aliases: Nightfall, Night, "The Reaper", Stalker-5, STAR 1, Jonkie (by Mylène)

Rank: Sergeant

Gender: Male

Birth Date: September 17, 1993

Nationality: Dutch

Affiliations: Royal Netherlands Army, Korps Commandotroepen, Coalition (Warcom), Task Force 141, SpecGru

Birthplace: Rotterdam, Netherlands

Current Residence: The Hague, Netherlands

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Green

Height: 6'4" (1.93 m)

Weight: 220 lbs (100 kg)

Build: Athletic (Big. Slutty waist.)

Blood Type: O-

Marks: Arm tattoos (pictured below), scar across face (think smth similar to Adler's scar), scarring around left wrist, black prosthetic left hand

Faceclaim: Wouter Peelen

DETAILS

Sexuality: Bisexual (no preference king)

Languages: Dutch (native), English (C2), German (C1), Russian (B1), Arabic (B2)

Education: Intelligence Studies BA from the University of Amsterdam

Preferred Hairstyles: Keeps it decently short and manageable pre-MWII, lets it grow out to shoulder length after (it gets curly <3)

Preferred Mission Attire: Usually wears stylized combat fatigues (think Reaper Ghost or SC), also wears normal long-sleeved shirts, jeans, cargos, hoodies, or t-shirts depending on the weather. Wears black 99% of the time, occasionally blue or white. The most key part of his outfit: mask. Almost always is wearing at least a half mask, often wears a balaclava or full-face mask (think Io or Atom). Typically wears a hood if he's got a mask on, too. Winter Soldier-Stitch (Black Ops) vibes.

Preferred Civilian Attire: Like his sister, very casual. Jeans typically, with plain t-shirts, henleys, flannels. Wears hoodies, bomber jackets, leather jackets, anything to keep him cozy. Again, wears black 99% of the time. Occasionally brown, blue, green, or white. Likes layering, simultaneously looks put-together and disheveled.

Favorite Color: Black, Ultramarine (iykyk)

Favorite Flower: Marigold

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: INFJ-T. Introverted, intuitive, feeling, judging, and turbulent. Night prefers to make a difference and seek fulfillment in quieter ways, like hobbies with no "goal" or work that can go uncredited. He strives to prove himself via helping others, often shouldering burdens that others shy away from for the sake of getting things done without forcing those around him to suffer discomfort. Insight, passion, altruism, and principled tendencies often conflict with defensiveness, stubbornness, perfectionism, and forgoing his beliefs and values for the sake of the "greater good."

FAMILY

Father: Colonel Hendrik "Chimera" Scholten de Ridder. Former KCT commander and military legend-turned terrorist. (deceased)

Mother: Johanna Scholten de Ridder (née van den Bos). Former MEDINT analyst for the BVD and MID. (deceased)

Sister: Lieutenant Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder. KCT operative and one of the commanding officers of TF141; MEDINT and chemical warfare expert. The two keep in contact despite the covert nature of Night's assignments.

Uncle: Unnamed paternal uncle. Father's younger brother, civilian military engineer. Lost his life in a terrorist attack in the mid-1990s. (deceased)

Aunt: Special Agent Merel "Songbird" van den Bos. Mother's older sister, former agent for the BVD and MID. Specialist in foreign relations and espionage. May or may not be living in the USA and married to Frank Woods (spoiler: she is).

Grandfather: General Emiel Scholten de Ridder. Paternal grandfather, former commander of the Royal Netherlands Army. Yes, he's named after him. (deceased)

SKILLS

Fighting Style: Adaptable, but prefers to avoid direct fights. Studied kickboxing, Wing Chun, and Krav Maga in his youth – CQC is influenced by these.

Weapons: Can use whatever is available.

Preferred Weapons: MCPR-300 (22″ OMX-456 barrel, Corio Laz-44 V3 laser, Nilsound 90 muzzle, .300 Mag Explosive ammunition), X13 Auto, Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, karambit, throwing knives

Special Skills: Specializes in sniper techniques, special reconnaissance, VIP protection, prime target elimination, demolitions, and sabotage. Has passed every marksman test with flying colors; never misses a shot, even in the worst conditions. Does his best work alone and in the dark. Swift and deadly.

Hobbies: Cooking, baking, reading, sports (baseball, climbing, kickboxing, swimming, soccer), music (guitar), photography, motorcycling

Former Hobbies: Did archery in his youth. Doesn't have time for it anymore, but it should be obvious why he's a sniper now.

TRIVIA

The name Emiel can mean "to strive, excel, rival, emulating", Scholten refers to a schout (government official that handled administration of justice), and de Ridder means "the knight".

His callsign Nightfall is in reference to his preference to work in the dark – both literally and figuratively. It's also a play on the phrase "lights out", since his work is best described as "putting people to sleep." (Because he's an assassin-type. Get it?)

Took interest in guitar shortly after he turned six, right before his mom died. He didn't play for years after her death, but decided to pick it up again as a young adult.

Greatly resembles his father and the other men on his paternal side. He's been described as having his mother's eyes and some of her "softer" features, though. Absolutely built like a brick wall.

Jokes about having a lot of experience, has slept with maybe 3 people in his entire life – and, none since his capture in 2017. He's willing to date, but is incredibly reserved after that incident. He desperately needs someone who can ground him.

Much like his sister, he skipped a year in primary school, which is why he graduated at 17 despite attending a VWO school.

His prosthetic hand is primarily made of titanium! It's also detachable so, yes, he will throw it at someone when they ask him to give them a hand with something.

Can and will sleep whenever and wherever is available. It's not uncommon to find him dozing off in a corner, on a couch, or even on top of a wall that he's scaled. He never sleeps hard, so it's easy to wake him up.

Is a very occasional smoker. Petra hounds him over it, so he only smokes when he's not at risk of getting caught by her. He's very health-conscious, otherwise!

TATTOOS

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Tattoo One (Right Arm) A full sleeve blackwork tattoo with sun, celestial, and water themes. The sun is often seen as a symbol of life, light, warmth, power, positivity, and clarity. The celestials of the night sky can represent the unknown, mystery, the unconscious mind, and one's own deepest thoughts, desires, and fears. It can also be seen as an introspective and reflective symbol. Water, similarly to the sun, is seen as a universal representation of life, with other symbols including depth, ephemerality, sadness, purification, hope, and rejuvenation.

Tattoo Two (Left Shoulder) A compass, much like his sister! The symbolism is fairly obvious, no? Guidance, direction, the interconnected nature of every direction. The compass can serve as a reminder that one is free to choose the course of their life, or to help them find the path again after losing their way. It can also be seen as a symbol of awakening and self discovery for these very same reasons.

BACKGROUND

⋆ CW: themes of child abuse, torture, violence, and overall mary sue levels of tragedy

Born on September 17, 1993 in the city of Rotterdam, Netherlands, to Hendrik Scholten de Ridder and Johanna Scholten de Ridder, Emiel had a normal – if not privileged, thanks to his family's prominent histories – early childhood. From birth, he had a close relationship with his older sister, Mylène, who he quickly came to rely on for guidance and support.

In the late fall of 1999, when Emiel was only 6 years old, his mother was killed by enemies of his father originally seeking to hold her and the children hostage for ransom. This event, paired with the traumas he sustained over his years in the military, drove his father to "near insanity" as he became consumed with paranoia and grief. The rest of his and his sister's adolescence was defined by the trauma of his father's abuse; he subjected the siblings to rigorous physical and psychological training in order to mold them into "perfect soldiers" and prevent any further loss.

Despite this, his father was publicly viewed as a war hero. He would often leave the two alone when he was on deployment, forcing Mylène to care for herself and Emiel with nothing more than a roof over their heads and grocery money provided. The siblings developed an unbreakable bond during this time that would extend into their adulthoods, rendering them a synergic duo both at home and in the field, with Emiel promising to repay his sister for her efforts someday.

After finishing secondary school at 17, Emiel enlisted in the Royal Netherlands Army, serving in the Regiment Huzaren van Boreel in the 11 Air Assault Brigade. He also studied at the University of Amsterdam – taking online classes – and frequently visited his sister during her time in the 400 Medical Battalion, eventually graduating with a BA in Intelligence Studies. He spent 3 years participating in air assault and armored reconnaissance operations before passing selection for the Korps Commandotroepen in 2014, wherein he was quickly recognized for his natural skills in anything covert.

Specializing in sniper techniques, prime target elimination, VIP protection, demolitions, and sabotage, Emiel established himself as an elite operative who excels in hostile areas and hazardous environments. His exceptional accuracy and uncanny proficiency when operating in the shadows eventually earned him the nickname "Nightfall".

In early 2015, Nightfall joined his sister – now a KCT lieutenant nicknamed "Petra" – Captain Price of the British SAS, and Nikolai in an unsanctioned operation to kill or capture Chimera after the latter was discovered to be a traitor. The small team managed to track the Colonel and his supporters to a base deep in the Alps, where they successfully wiped out the entire group and killed Chimera. After the mission, much like his sister, Nightfall felt indebted to Price.

From then on, he continued to carry out covert and overt operations worldwide. Sometime in the next year, Nightfall managed to wipe out an entire base of Al-Qatala soldiers in one night without a single alarm being raised. The sole survivor referred to him as "The Reaper" when describing him, as he hunted every enemy whilst cloaked in darkness. Nightfall was later awarded the Military William Order, the Bronze Lion, and the Cross of Merit for both this operation and his following work within the KCT, establishing himself – or rather, his marksmanship – as a minor legend within the elite commando corps.

Another year later, around mid-2017, however, Nightfall was assigned to a unit led by Captain Price and Petra, tasked with infiltrating and securing an Al-Qatala base located in Kastovia. He served as the team’s scout sniper and overwatch during the mission, until he lost contact with the rest of the team. When the rest of the team finally reached his location to investigate, several IEDs planted in the area went off and forced the group to retreat. Despite his sister's attempts to rescue him, Nightfall was declared dead in absentia after demolition teams failed to locate his body the following day.

In reality, Nightfall was alive, being held as a prisoner of war by Al-Qatala’s commanders. The explosions caused him to lose one of his hands and left his face scarred. For the next two and a half years, Nightfall was interrogated, tortured, and subjected to inhumane conditions while imprisoned in Eastern Europe, though he still tried to support and protect the other POWs in the prison, regardless of which side they supported or whether they were civilian or military.

About a month after the formation of Task Force 141, CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell pinpointed the location of a prison in Georgia believed to be used by Al-Qatala to hold POWs. Reconnaissance of the prison confirmed this and the identity of several of the prisoners; Nightfall was identified as one of the POWs. His sister, leading an elite KCT unit, raided the location shortly thereafter, securing the captives, Nightfall, and intel about Al-Qatala's plans.

Following his rescue and intensive recovery in the hospital, Nightfall was deployed in Verdansk alongside other Coalition operatives under Armistice, where he relentlessly worked to prove himself once more.

As a valuable ally to the 141 and a near-fabled assassin with a long list of confirmed kills and countless unconfirmed, Nightfall has pledged his life and his very conscious to his work, his only saving grace being the characteristic pitch black masks obscuring his face every time he appears in the field – on the rare occasion he's visible, that is.

[shxtodxroki]

Hello, are matchups still open? If they are, can I request one?

Here's my info:

Gender - Female

Sexuality - Heterosexual

Age - 18

MBTI - ISTJ

Appearance:

My height is 4'9" and I have round, brown eyes.

I have long, straight black hair and tan skin.

My face is round and small.

There are birthmarks (moles) on my legs; one on each leg.

Personality:

I would describe myself as funny, patient, sensitive.

I'm reserved and a hopeless romantic. Sometimes, I overthink or feel insecure.

To strangers, I seem cold or aloof.

My friends think I'm kind, smart, trustworthy.

Hobbies: drawing, playing video games, writing, listening to music, graphics design

Interests: books, art, music, poetry, folklore

Love language: acts of service

Few facts about me:

• Plushies are comfort objects to me.

• I have family problems with my parents.

Hi hi, thank you for sending in a match-up request! I’m sorry it took me a while to get to, but I hope you enjoy your match-up and thank you for being so polite and kind in his request! :D

I’d Match You With: 

Mirio Togata! :)

Reasoning:

From your description of yourself, I feel like Mirio’s the kind of boyfriend who would fit perfectly into your life, the kind who would make your days brighter and be the kind of boyfriend you need by your side :)

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Mirio’s the perfect boyfriend for you if you consider yourself a hopeless romantic, because he’s huge on romantic gestures and displays of affection. He’s constantly trying to woo you and show you exactly how much he loves you no matter how long you’ve been dating, and he always makes sure you feel totally and utterly loved by him every second of the day <3

- Mirio loves playing video games with you! He’s not like, a pro or anything, but he likes gaming in his free time and he’s pretty decent at it! Whether he’s just watching you play, you’re watching him play because you’re too tired to join in, or you’re playing a co-op game together he’s happy, always cuddling into your side even when you’re playing together because he’s clingy like that lol

- Mirio knows that you like poetry, so on big days like your birthday or anniversary, he’ll write cute little poems for you detailing how much he loves you and how thankful he is to have you in his life <3 They’re not super scholarly or eloquent or anything like that, but they perfectly convey the way he feels about you and he puts his absolute heart and soul into each and every one of them in order to make sure you feel cared for and appreciated :)

- Mirio actually quite likes stuffed animals too, and he totally buys them for you all the time! You have a few that you keep at his place to cuddle with when you spend the night with him, and he even likes to buy matching plushies for the two of you, so you can think of him whenever you’re cuddling your plushies at home even if he’s not physically with you at the moment 

- Once Mirio figures out your love language is acts of service, then he’s always taking care of you and doing small things to show you he cares. He’ll make you lunch in the mornings before you head off to school/work (and he always includes a cute little note), get some chores done for you if you tell him you’re exhausted and had a particularly rough day, and he’ll run a nice bubble bath for you and carefully wash your long hair for you once you get home from school/work in the evening <3

- He’ll never, ever push you to talk about your issues with your parents if you don’t feel comfortable discussing them, but he does make sure that he’s always there to listen if you need to vent to him. He supports you completely and hates how upset you can get when issues arise with your parents, and he’s happy to wrap you in his arms and comfort you whenever they make you upset

- He also thinks you’re hilarious, he really adopted Nighteye’s mindset that laughter is essential to a good life so he’s always cracking up at your jokes :) He literally makes you feel like the funniest person in the world, he always makes sure to tell you how funny a joke was or how hilarious the story you told him was

- Mirio’s kind of a sucker for kissing your birthmarks :) Whenever he sees them he immediately leans in to press a kiss to each one without hesitation, he just finds them really cute and happily takes any chance to kiss you :)

Song For Your Relationship:

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift!

[xxbrightshadowxx]

I may not be able to draw but I can write. Your idea has been circling my brain since I saw it. I’m assuming this is based off your switch au. For anyone not in the loop, this Drabble is based off of op’s Arcane Switch au where Jinx goes to jail and Vi is taken under Silco’s wing. They have a great fic of the concept on Ao3 titled: base violence necessary {Arcane AU} by the name hunnydew. They have more about this au on their TikTok: itsdigichiaki. Go check it out they post cool stuff about arcane and the au. This might be bad but whatever. without a further a due, let’s begin!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Starting a revolution was—hard. To say the least. Those who were under the chem-barons The undercity was riled up. First Silco, the one who most would argue had the most power was dead and now half the Council was dead.

And it was all thanks to Jinx.

Sort of. It was very complicated. Regardless, with her at the firelight’s side it was easier to recruit others to their cause. This meant the amount living at the base grew significantly in numbers. They nearly tripled in amount of residents in the span of almost two months.

It wasn’t always easy at times. With such a quick change to the dynamic it meant supplies ran out quick and Ekko became responsible for more and more people. Not all of them got along, members of old chem gangs fought over past conflict and issues. Finding a middle ground that everyone agreed with was an issue in itself.

The one thing he was glad for was not being alone in this. He had Scar, Vi, surprisingly enough Sevika(if you had told him that months ago he would’ve had laughed), and Jinx.

Speaking of which—

His eyes darted down to the grass area. He leaned over the rail of the treehouse. The teen was with Isha, the little girl fascinated with the older girl’s tattoos. Jinx didn’t spend a lot of time at the firelight base. She preferred to spend time at a hangout near the mining ventilations. Honestly, who could blame her? Half of the residents looked up to her. They praised her and looked to her for guidance. She was the figure of rebellion in the eyes of Piltover. Dangerous, deadly. For Zaun, she was a sign of hope.

For Ekko she was something more.

The boy coughed, bringing his arm to his mouth. Not that he’d ever tell her that. Oh, no, no, no. Many things could kill him. A raid, an accident on his hoverboard, heck even from a mis-step leading him to fall to his death would be less mortifying than her finding out. Death from embarrassment is not how he wanted to go out. He wouldn’t tell her. Not now. Maybe when their top goal wasn’t surviving first.

Still, it didn’t mean he couldn’t look. He leaned over and slumped his arm over the rail, his chin resting against his knuckles. She had changed as did he, over the years. No longer did the soft and innocent glint in her blue eyes shone as bright as day. Pink, sharp eyes with bags or exhaustion rested on her face. She had gone through a lot. Powder was not the same girl he fell for. But Jinx was still a sight for sore eyes in Ekko’s heart.

The girl turned, her eyes landing on where Ekko was standing—emphasis on was. The white haired boy bolted to the side out of her sight, praying that she didn’t see him run like a doofus. He waited for a while before peeking his head over. Jinx was back to talking to Isha, attention away from him.

Oh thank, Jana.

Ekko relaxed before he began to make his way down the ladder. He had work to do and he should start on it before he did get caught for staring. He made his way down a shortcut he knew to another section of his base, weaving through the shadows—

“We promise to treat her right. We swear!”

Ekko paused in his steps and turned. Leaning against a shady section of the tree was Vi, Silco’s old right-hand woman(besides Sevika) and Jinx’s sister. She had her arms crossed over her muscular chest as she looked down at a small group of firelights. There were about eight of them, all guys and shorter than Vi. They looked familiar. The red-head blinked at them before saying, “Excuse me?”

“We are asking for your permission to ask Jinx out,” the one in front, the leader, replied in a meek voice.

‘What,’ Ekko thought as he stood there dumbly. He looked at the group and instantly recognized them. Out of all of Jinx’s admirers there was a small group that took the term admiration a little too far. To be more specific, they were enamored by her, singing praise and compliments about the teenager constantly. Yes, it was well, weird. Jinx wasn’t a fan of them but that didn’t discourage them from being her biggest fans. Or at least that’s what Ekkl thought.

“No, I heard you the first time. I’m asking why?” Vi deadpanned as she narrowed her gaze at them.

The group took a step back, eyes shifting from one to the other. The leader took a step forward and replied, refusing to look at her. “Well, we just wanted to make sure we didn’t upset you if she said yes to one of us. Since you’re her older sister and all.”

“Uh-huh,” Vi nodded her head slowly. Might also have to do with the fact that under Silco Vi was sort of a ticking time bomb. Pissing her off, especially in regards to her sister was like signing your death sentence. “And you think she’d say yes to any of you?”

Ekko held back a chuckle. Vi spoke her mind often to those she wasn’t close to. Her dry response resulted in the group wincing but the boys still refused to give up. In fact, her doubt just seemed to make them more determined.

Huh. That struck a chord with Ekko. He knew there were people who had a crush on Jinx.(who wouldn’t?) But what really bugged him was they actually had the courage to shoot their shot. Most of them barely knew Jinx, at least not the real her. They didn’t know her pain, her life, or how wonderful she truly was. They just knew the figure that blew up the council.

Vi looked at all of them, eyes landing on each of them—before she grinned. She spoke again, “Okay, I will give my blessing to date me sister if…” the group all hung on her words, ready for any challenge she’d throw at them. “You tell me her real name.”

The group went still and silence was their answer but another boy in the back asked, “Jinx isn’t her real name?”

“Nope,” Vi shrugged, enjoying as they squirmed in front of her. “Come on, you all want to date her. One of you has got to know her actual name.”

She was having way too much fun with this. Making them feel uncomfortable. One of the boys muttered something before he walked away and soon the group dispersed, leaving the woman alone.

Vi hummed satisfied. She leaned her head against the oak before saying, “I know you are there, Ekko.”

Welp. Looks like his cover has been blown. The teen walked forward to stand beside Vi. He looked at her. “How long have you know I’ve been there?”

Vi chuckled before lightly elbowing him in the side. “Can’t hide from me, little man.” She looked forward to where the group of boys had scattered. “Those guys are going to lose their minds trying to figure out her actual name. Bet you’re happy about that.”

Ekkp began to nod before stopping and glaring at Vi. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Vi snorted letting her arms fall to her sides. “Whatever. Take your sweet time. Just don’t wait forever. I think you two will both die from it if you do.”

Ekko looked away to prevent letting her know how embarrassed she was making him. “Let’s head back to the open. Just in case Powder gets in trouble.”

Vi tilted her head. “Powder huh?”

Ekko huffed, his heart hammering in his chest. “Yeah. Powder.”

Headcanon that I'm too lazy to draw :

When Jinx is in her revolution arc, she develops a group of young, die-hard admirers. They go to VI to ask for permission to ask her out, and VI says she'll grant it if they know what her 'actual' name is. Unfortunately for them, none of them know her by anything other than Jinx.

Except for THE BOY SAVIOUR RAAAAAH

He doesn't ask because he's a bashful yearning idiot, though.

[kana-daydreams]

be my muse || zoro | ft. sanji | fluff | 1.9k

°*:･ᰔzoro doesn't like the idea of you painting another man's abs.

tags: artist!f!reader. oblivious!reader. zoro gets a teeny bit jealous

op masterlist

Beads of sweat glisten like glimmering pearls against the firm muscles of tan skin, a small drop trickling down past thick broad shoulders and along a taut chest before landing on solid floors with a silent splash.

“...1285, 1286, 1287...” Zoro’s gruff voice counts, one arm fixed securely against his back and a weight clutched in the hand of the other, as he tries his earnest to concentrate on the reps of push-ups he’s been doing for more than two hours now.

Key word—tries.

His resilient endeavour to maintain his focus proves to be futile as Zoro’s brows pinch together, an annoyed frown weaving itself onto his face when he hears a familiar soft bubble of laughter flooding into the room from one of the crow’s nest open windows.

He attempts to redirect his focus on the task at hand. But, like before, fails miserably when he finds himself, within the span of a second, hoisting himself up onto his bare feet before crossing to the opposite side of the room in less than a few strides.

Dumbbells devotedly in hand, he flexes his arm, pointing his brown gaze through the window down at a sight that deepens the frown on his face.

“Okay, all good! Let’s do this!” Your voice, accompanied by a wide smile, chirps when you finish fixing a loose strand of Sanji’s tousled blonde hair back into place. 

You both were atop the observation deck, underneath the blue cloudless sky, the warm rays of the sun enveloping you and all the Sunny in its warmth—a perfect day for getting started on your new art project. And who better to be your muse if not Zoro—who you’d implored on many failed occasions—than the stunning cook himself.

“Aye, aye my little sea pearl!” Sanji who’s been drooling from the soft touches of your fingertips brushing against his forehead while you’d fixed his hair, along with your womanly scent that blessed his nostrils, beams, voice muffled by the stem of a red rose slotted between his lips—his own personal touch.

Your lips curl up into a warm smile at the endearing nickname. “Thanks again for doing this Sanji. I really appreciate it.” 

Sanji responds with a smile of his own, the rose-coloured lens of his eyes following you as you beeline towards your easel and canvas stationed near the main mast.

After mixing some of the necessary hues on your wet palette laid on the table beside you, you pick up one of your brushes, tucking its flaking handle between your fingers. You then cast a second-long look at Sanji’s poised posture, his lean frame donning a blue kimono underneath a haori coloured the same, before dabbing the brush against the blob mixture of paint.

But when your brush nears the white of your canvas, your hand pauses, the motion repeating itself like a broken record every time you look up at Sanji and then attempt to press the brush’s soft bristles to the paper.

“Something wrong, Mademoiselle?” Sanji tilts his head in question when he notices your distress.

You peer up at him from behind the canvas with a sheepish look. “I don’t know…feels like something’s missing.” You diverge into soft mumbles, intelligible to Sanji’s ears.

“Maybe it’s the pose?” Sanji remarks, modelling a couple of over-the-top poses. 

You shake your head. “No, that’s not it.” You murmur as you continue to pick your brain, eyes soon drawing wide when you realise the root of the gnawing issue.

You deposit the brush in the mug on the table, soft steps padding over to Sanji. 

“Hm?” Sanji quirks a curly brow, eyes glancing down at your shorter form and at your hands that reach for the collar of his blue kimono, his breath hitching when you suddenly tug it open just a bit exposing an inch of his bare chest.

Sanji blushes and the pink dusting his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed.

You immediately retract your hands. “Sorry! I-I just thought that some skin might enhance, y’know…? The painting a bit?” A nervous chuckle releases from your lips. “But if it makes you uncomfortable—”

“No, no, it’s fine! More than fine!” Sanji hurries out, the pitch of his voice a little high, more than eager to allow you to continue your venture. 

“...Okay. If you’re sure.” Sanji gives you a reassuring nod, and you allow your hands to once again reach for his kimono.

Your fingers resume their gentle tugging at the soft fabric, inching further south, but before you can glimpse a peek of firm abs, a resounding thud lands on the deck, vibrating underneath your feet.

You and Sanji instinctively jolt. And you don’t need to turn around to see the cause of the sudden unanticipated intrusion, Sanji’s brows creasing into an annoyed frown, a tell-tale sign.

Heavy footsteps approach your direction. They come to a halt just behind you; and you crane your neck, peering over your shoulders to see Zoro’s tall figure looming over you, his ever-present grim expression carved into his features. 

You return your attention to Sanji, seemingly unbothered by his presence. “Did you change your mind, Zo?” You question, referring to your many denied requests to paint him. 

Zoro doesn’t respond to you, too distracted by your hands still attached to Sanji’s chest.

“Well, it’s a bit too late.” You lie, secretly wishing he’d come to deliver the news that he’d had a change of mind. “I’ve got Sanji now.”

When your hand returns with the intention of adjusting Sanji’s kimono, a larger hand suddenly catches a hold of your wrist. And momentarily, you find your gaze pointed downwards at the soles of bare feet, aged scars ringing round just above their ankles, when a strong arm hooks itself around your waist, effortlessly slinging you over a broad shoulder. 

 “W-What are you doing?!” Your hands scramble for purchase on Zoro’s broad back, face burning at the embarrassing position and at the feeling of the toned muscles hidden underneath his green opened vest.

“I’m taking you to the nest.”

“The nest? What for?” 

Zoro parts his lips to respond to your question, only to be  interrupted by Sanji’s grating voice.

“Oi, Marimo?” The said man lumbers up to Zoro, a disapproving frown plastered on his face. “What do you think you’re doing, manhandling a lady like that?” 

“None of your business, cook.” Zoro turns his back to him as he makes a move to head in the opposite direction, his actions impeded by a firm grasp on his shoulder. 

Zoro’s footsteps halt, a palpable annoyance, like Sanji, radiating off his being.

“Y’know, if you weren’t holding her, I’d—”

“Sanji, it’s okay. I’ll go with Zo.” Your hesitant voice breaks the intense atmosphere, its soft melody like a soothing balm, inviting a calm in both men. “Um, wait for me, yeah?”

Sanji beams at your words, his cold glare leaving Zoro to peer down at you with a love-struck look. “Okay, my little sea pearl! I’ll be waiting for you~” 

A minute later, after fortunately defusing the mutual hostility between the swordsman and the cook, you’re seated cross-legged on the floor inside the crow’s nest, a few exercise equipment strewn about the room.

You look across at Zoro seated quietly beside you, eyes closed in meditation .

“So…are you gonna tell me why you kidnapped me?”

“I didn’t kidnap you.”

“Uh, technically, you did Zo.” You narrow your eyes in suspicion.“...Why?”

Like you, Zoro was aware of his very unusual behaviour. But, unlike you, only he knew the reasons that steered his impulsive actions. Actions that any man in lo…driven by the reins of the heart would execute—he’d executed without second thought when he heard your vibrant laughter fill his ears, saw your soft hands glued to the perverted cook’s chest along with the infectious and innocent smile you’d graced him with earlier as thanks. 

A smile Zoro deeply desired you’d reserve only for him.

 Zoro peeks an eye open, catching your curious gaze fixed intently on him. He sighs. “‘Cause”—Zoro feels his face warms—“I want you to paint me instead.” 

Your mouth hangs low at his words. “Paint you? R-Really?” You try your best to suppress the excitement brewing in your voice.

Zoro confirms your words with a nod, not meeting your cheerful gaze. “I’ll be your”—he pauses to think for a moment, trying to recall the word you used back then when you’d first extended your request to paint him—“muse.” He finally says.

“Hmm, my muse, uh?” Your lips stretch into a mischievous smile. “What made you change your mind?” 

Zoro tenses, unnoticeable to you, when he assumes you caught onto him and his…feelings. 

You inch your body closer to him. “Is it because you’re…jealous?” You drawl and Zoro’s face immediately starts to colour a faint shade of red, but despite the feeling of nervousness creeping in, he steels himself.

 “That’s it, isn’t it?” Zoro’s gaze drops down to the palms of your hands planted a little too close to his crossed legs. “You are jealous.”

Zoro huffs. “I’m not jea—”

“Jealous that Sanji gets to be the one I paint for my new art project.” 

Zoro’s solemn expression masks both his relief, utter disbelief and slight disappointment. “...something like that.”

A triumphant smile spreads on your lips. “Well, since I’m a forgiving soul and also after giving it some deliberate thought”—Zoro quirks an amused brow as you continue—“I’ve decided I’ll paint you first.”

A smirk eases its way onto Zoro’s lips. “Sounds good.” 

“Doesn’t it?!” You beam as you help yourself up onto your feet. “Alrighty then! Let's go get my stuff.” You saunter towards the exit, pausing to glance behind you with a smile. “Oh and Zoro…?”

Zoro who’s already trailing behind you hums in response.

 “When we get back, you can lose the vest.”

BONUS

Sanji returns to the observation deck, a slump in his shoulders, though bounce in his steps, after he finishes whipping up a quick feast to quench Luffy’s insatiable appetite—having no choice but to relent to boy’s request who’d continued to impose on his distorted replay of your hands roaming up and down his clothed chest while he waited, needless to say, eagerly for your return.

A cigarette is lodged between the smile he adorns, his lips soon setting into a disappointed frown when your absence still lingers from the time he’d left to fix Luffy a meal. And this time, your easel, canvas and the other art supplies you’d left behind when Zoro stole you from him, are nowhere in sight.

Instead, in its place sits Usopp and Chopper engaged in a mirthful exchange about one of  Usopp’s newly invented gadgets.

“Huh?Where’s my sea pearl?”  

At the sound of Sanji’s voice, Usopp along with Chopper peer up to see him glancing around him, confused.

 “Do you mean…?” Your name leaves Usopp’s lips. “She and Zoro just left for the crow’s nest.” He informs the cook. “Left a message for you though. Something about painting you another time after she finishes her painting of Zoro.”

Sanji feels as if an extra sharp sword that was submerged in molten lava lodges itself into the deep cavity of his chest and further into his slowly withering soul. “Paint?...Zoro?”

The cigarette between his lips drops to the ground as his legs give out from underneath him, causing him to plop to his knees, snot and tears rolling down his face. 

“She left me for moss head!”

© 2024 kana-daydreams

[mvrtaiswriting]

Sorry I never requested anything before but for the OP kissing event can I ask for Sanji with prompt 11 and Ace prompt 15? I like to think Sanji is flirty but when he actually gets action he's very shy so something like that maybe? For Ace literally anything haha, hope I did it right

Ace x prompt 15: then licks their lips and says “please”

thank you for requesting this!! you're alright, your first request went perfectly fine and I hope it meets your expectations! just a little side note: I only write 1 prompt per request, and I decided to go with this one cause I loved Ace and I just found it easier to write - I hope it's okay. hit me up and let me know what you think! enjoy ♡

gender neutral! sfw.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. - from this event.

Your face lighted up in excitement as Ace showed you one of his many fire tricks. He always did his best to surprise you with his powers - it was a useful exercise for him, always discovering new ways to use his power was something that came in handy during battles. But really, the main reason behind all that training was simply you.

He loved how happy you would get every time he showed you his new talent, how proud you were when he finally mastered his new attack. With you, Ace always felt seen, appreciated, loved - he would have done anything to impress you, to spend as much time as possible with you. And he did. Just like that, sporadic moments of "hey, y/n! look at this!!" became entire afternoons spent together trying to figure out exactly what he could or couldn't do with his powers.

"Careful! I don't want to burn you." Ace screams out as you got dangerously closer to the fire he held in his hands.

"This is so cool Ace! Don't you realise?!" you point, the flickering of Ace's flame reflecting in your eyes. With a dazzling smile on your face, you cup his freckled cheeks in your hands and leave a gentle kiss on his cheekbone, excited about Ace's new accomplishment. Letting out a slightly embarrassed laugh, he quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer to his chest and causing the two of you to lose balance.

Ace was still laughing as both of you were now laying down on the floor, you body on top of his. Placing your hands on his muscular chest, you held yourself up a bit to take a better look at him: how his raven hair spread above the floor, how nicely his freckles graced his face. You could feel his gaze almost piercing through you, his strong hands resting at the end of your back, holding you still. Every inch of you was connected with his, the warmth radiating from his bare skin extending to your body like the cozy heat of a fire place - he felt like home. As you lazily draw imaginary lines on his chest, softly running your fingers on his nude skin, you felt Ace shivering under your touch, goosebumps slowly forming as you tailored your hands around his torso.

"What?" you ask naively.

Ace's licks his lips, tilting his head back, trying to find the right words - your body on top of his was driving him insane, every time you touched him he felt like his chest was about to explode.

"Please.." he plead, adjusting himself to look at you. Shifting his weight onto his elbows, he leans towards you, your foreheads now touching. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, playing with the strands that framed his angelic his face. A clever smile appears on his face, as he brushes his nose against yours before kissing you softly, his lips tenderly exploring yours as he holds you close.

"You drive me insane.." he whispers, his lips still brushing onto yours.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Can you do a fluffy smut with Dear Captain? Where he comes back from a mission after a while and you wake up to him finally in bed with you 🥺 88, 51, 56 I really love these three 💖 Thank you!

88) “Mmm, good morning to you too.”

51) “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

56) “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!!

Slow wake up sex with Steve?!?!?! I gotta tell you Nonnie, I was very excited when I got this one.

Soft fluffy smut, no minors.

It was 4 AM when Steve finally walked through the front door of your shared apartment.

His three day mission had turned into a two week long op, and he had missed you terribly. It didn’t help that Tony refused to allow any personal communications aside from updates on how long they would be gone, so he’d barely had a chance to talk to you during that whole time.

Not to mention how goddamn horny he was.

You’d normally send him lots of videos and photos of you touching yourself, but with Stark’s goddamn moratorium he didn’t even have that. Just the pair of panties you always sent him off with and those had started to get a little crusty after day four.

All he wanted was to crawl into bed and bury himself in your pretty little cunt, but he was pretty sure you were sleeping. So he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower and rid himself of the grime he’d accumulated before turning in.

He walked into your bedroom 15 minutes later, pulling on a pair of sweats and smiling to himself when he saw you curled up under the comforter. You wrinkled your nose in your sleep and mumbled softly when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Shit.” He hissed through his teeth when he pulled the covers back to crawl in next to you.

You were wearing his favorite nightie. Delicate, light pink mesh that hugged your perfect body and was basically transparent. You had your arms curled over your chest so he couldn’t see your tits, but the way your legs were bent had made the hem rise up enough that he could catch a glimpse of your pretty pussy glistening between your thighs.

You were already wet.

He groaned as he weighed his options. Maybe he could go sleep on the couch so you could get your full rest. You’d told him he was allowed to wake you up anytime he got back from a mission, but he always felt too guilty to interrupt your sleep schedule.

You let out a low moan and started rubbing your thighs together and he lost all self control, ripping his clean sweats off and curling around your back, his aching cock sliding right between your puffy lips as he ran his length over your slit.

He wrapped one arm around your waist as he rutted his hips against you, groaning as he started to trace his lips and tongue over your shoulders. You let out a soft sigh and arched your back into him, your hips finding their own rhythm as his tip rubbed against your clit.

“Steve?” You murmured groggily, blinking slowly as you tried to turn your head to look at him.

“Good morning.” He purred into your hair, nipping at the shell of your ear as his hips started to move a little faster.

“Mmm, good morning to you too.” You grinned at him, biting your lip as your arousal seeped out of you and soaked Steve’s cock.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, sweetheart.” He groaned as you moved your hand to wind your fingers through his at your waist, his other hand moving under you to cup your breast.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” You teased, wrapping your leg around his to give him better access.

“God, I wanted to kill Tony when he said I couldn’t call you.” He growled as he rolled your nipple through his fingers, making you whimper. “Two fucking weeks without seeing this perfect pussy. Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“It was two weeks Rogers, what d’you think?” You said with an eye roll, your ass still grinding against him as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “Missed this cock so much.”

“Yeah, pretty girl? Those toys of yours not doing it for you?” He teased as he pressed you tighter to him. “You need my big cock to split open that tight little pussy?”

“Steve, I need you inside me.” You gasped as he slapped his angry tip against your swollen folds. “Please fuck me with that massive cock.”

“You got it honey.” He purred into your hair before drawing you onto his length, groaning as he felt you flutter and stretch around him until he was fully seated in you. “Jesus Christ.”

You whimpered as he started moving his hips, dragging his cock over every spot that had been neglected over the past few weeks and making your eyes roll back in your head.

“God, you’re so damn tight.” He hissed into your shoulder as he pistoned his hips into you, groaning as he felt you clench around him. “I hope you’re close, baby, this isn’t gonna last long.”

“I’m so fucking close, Steve.” You moaned as you leaned your head against his shoulder as a series of lewd squelches emitted from between the two of you, and you thrust your ass back into him desperately.

He growled against your shoulder as his thrusts became violent and he wrapped his arm around your front to press his fingers to your clit. You cried out as you came, your release squirting out of you violently and soaking your sheets as you vibrated against him, your pussy throbbing around his cock. He sank his teeth into your shoulder as he followed you, his cock swelling inside you until he was filling you with his spend until it leaked out over your thighs.

“Oh my god, Steve, that was unbelievable.” You panted, sagging against the mattress as he pulled out of you.

“You think that was something?” He grinned at you as he rolled you onto his lap. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

[whiteclericmaris]

Wow, it's ok op! Your mental health comes first. That being said this came out really cool! I love how I see stars in the background, both the highlight colored ones and blue ones. Oh! There's a sparkle on Yuya's pendulum. Gosh between the anatomy of this piece with all 4 of the yu counterparts it came out great.

Let's start with Yuya, I can see you attempted to mimic his jacket to the anime version. I love the pose you chose for him with a hand stretched out. Awww he even has star pupils in his eyes! He even has his goggles and you even drew his belt. I think I can make out the boots that Allan gave Yuya a bit next to Yuri.

Then there's Yuto! His pose reminds me of one of the booster packs where he has his back turned to the audience with his face looking. Oh WOW! I did not realize that you added the pendulum scale with the red one close to Yuto's face and the blue one on top of Yuri! I think I can make out some of Yuto's leg besides Yugo. Nice, you even gave Yuto the red tie on his arm. I admire how you managed to draw Yuto's hair as it is a struggle to art sometimes.

Then there's Yugo, I love how he has a wide grin and even some teeth and tongue seen on his mouth. His arm stretched out makes me think he is getting ready to punch something. Also love how Yugo has some bangs flowing sideways. That's cool that Yugo is offering the peace sign in his other hand. I can make out some of his boot close to Yuya's. Finally there is Yuri and it looks like he is sitting. I couldn't help but notice black X for his pupils. Gosh Yuri gives of a vicious vibe with his grin and everything. I love how you have him with a hand on top of the knee. It sort of gives him some class. Oh boy I just noticed his red cape and it has some creases. They came out pretty cool in your art style! This is an awesome commemorative piece of art! Great job and thank you for sharing!

Hello.

Did I rise from the dead after two years of radio silence just to participate in the tenth anniversary of the anime that changed my entire life? Yes.

Did I end up being late because I took on a project way too ambitious for my own good and ended up using every bit of my mental willpower to get it done past the deadline? Yes.

Everything checks out here, I reckon.

[ejzah]

Ten Random Lines

Thanks for tagging me @chicgeekgirl89!

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.  

1. What Happens in Tokyo

“Now there’s something I haven’t heard in forever,” Eric commented. “There’s a severe lack of nicknames in our company. And novelty pajama pants.”

“Well, I can help you with the first one, but sadly we did not pack any pants with pandas or cacti on them.”

2. The Bruises that Never Fade

Kensi made a sharp noise, her hand squeezing around his, but didn’t interrupt.

“It was like I was ten all over again. I could almost feel the bruises on my legs and arms.”

3. A Moment to Ourselves

Deeks licked his bottom lip, eyes impossibly blue with desire and now focused on her mouth.

She reached for his face at the same time he backed her up against the closed door, kissing her with enough intensity to make her gasp. Her hands fisted in his hair, drawing him even closer as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

4. Passing It On

“Yeah, what you did to those lights violate anyone’s standard. It could be considered a criminal act by some people,” Deeks interjected. Kensi rolled her eyes, resting a hand on her hip.

5. Raccoons

“Kens, it’s just dinner. Doesn’t have to be anything else,” Deeks tells hers. Even though he’d love it he do much more. Kensi presses her lips together, eyes conflicted. She hesitates, then crosses between their desks, and Deeks’ breath catches.

6. Type A

“Estoy bien. Solo necesito dormir,” she insisted, falling into Spanish as she often did when she was tired or particularly emotional. In direct contrast to her words, Rosa shivered, her eyes slipping shut. Deeks swore her cheeks were more flushed than a minute ago.

7. Looking Our For a Friend

“You’re doing fine, Deeks,” Sam assured him. “How’s Rosa doing?”

“Better. Though I think my mom is driving her crazy by now.”

“Sounds about right. Nothing like family to annoy the sick out of you.”

8. Thankful Indeed

“Why would she hate us? Everyone loves green bean casserole,” Kensi comments with a frown like he’s crazy. “Ooh, give me a pupusa. And a roll.”

“This is Kensi’s favorite day of the year,” Deeks stage-whispers to Rosa, who giggles.

9. An Ally

“So that’s OPS where Nell and Eric, otherwise known as the Wonder Twins rule. You’ll love them,” Deeks explained, calling back on his experience leading campus tours in college. “They do all kinds of wizardry that the rest of us can’t even begin to comprehend.”

“Can’t wait,” Jeff said, smiling as he followed along at a leisurely pace.

10. Another Us

“It’s the principle of the matter. She testified against you before and, therefore; has the capability to do so again if the tides should change,” Mozzie responded evenly and with the air that there was no other valid option.

“You sure it’s not any other reason you don’t want Sara around?” Neal asked, eyeing Mozzie pointedly.

Tagging @glenncoco4 and @wanna-be-bold if they would like to.