#otp: keep it in your pants

[bxnfire]

let’s break the internet!

synopsis: just some good ol hcs/drabbles for cyber sex ft. various jjk characters!! purely based on what i think they’d do the most if they got freaky otp

content/warnings: minors dni, phone sex, nudes, OF, masturbation, pet names, established relationships, just smut. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, + choso!

a/n: i love cyber sex by doja sm!!! maybe even actual cybersex. enjoy <3

✮ s. gojo - nudes

he loves seeing you, and being the prideful bastard he is, he knows damn well the effect he has on you; it’s kind of hard to forget how pretty you looked the first time you saw him fully naked: your beautiful, curious eyes wide open, scanning all over his body, your cheeks reddened and your mouth slightly open. even after being together for so long, you never fail to get flustered at the sight of him, so whenever he’s feeling needy or perceives that you are, he’ll send a little sneaky pic, the more you react to it, the more obscene they get.

the concept of time and place is completely foreign to him. business trip? a quick stop by the bathroom will do! get ready to receive all kinds of things, ranging from a picture of his raging boner, leaking tip tainting his underwear, to nut videos when he’s laying all alone on his bed without you. long day at work? don’t be surprised to find a cute little video of him playing with himself in his office, the longer you take to respond the longer he’ll tease himself for, so please be nice and send something back! you won’t regret seeing his pretty dick shoot ropes of cum as he strokes himself through his orgasm, your name being said like a broken record, his pretty voice oh so breathless for you.

don’t worry though— he always reminds you he’ll never feel as good as you make him feel, and if anything, you can always go back to these anytime you’d like! satoru trusts you, so he lets you keep ‘em.

💬 my toru 🩵: baby i miss you so much

💬 my toru 🩵: [IMG]

💬 my toru 🩵: see how hard you make me sweetheart?

💬 my toru 🩵: get here so you can help me out

surely enough, the second you open up your phone and read satoru’s lewd messages your pussy is quick to react the way she would if he were there, right in front of you, telling you all of this. luckily, you were at home, so you sit on the sofa and start rubbing your clit. taking your phone out to take a video for satoru, it doesn’t pass 2 minutes before you receive one in return.

in the video, satoru’s hair is ruffled, his skin glowing thanks to a light coat of sweat over it, you assume he’s been at it for a little now, and as the camera lowers you can admire his beautifully pale, sculpted body, veins popped on his arms, hand, and dick, who’s head and a couple of inches still manage to stick out from his big hands.

glossy, red, and throbbing, his dick is moving quickly as his hands frantically move up and down his shaft, balls moving just as fast, making your mouth water.

“f-fuck sweets, you s-see what you d-do to me? i should’ve be-been long sleep by now, but this one’s hard t-to ignore, heh,” he pants, referring to his dick as he continues to stroke himself. “wanna help me some more? i-i really m-miss you, wish ‘twas your h-hand as you k-kiss me.”

as if you weren’t already soaking, you get even wetter at his explicit words. being unable to not comply to his wishes, you take a video from an angle in which your thighs, pussy, and the underside of your tits are on display. mimicking his motion from memory, you pump two fingers in and out of yourself as your other hand grabs some of your slick to lubricate your nipples, with whom you play with by lightly pulling and pressing the way you know he would. limiting your dirty talk to moans of his name and a couple of “i miss you’s” here and there, you end up sending a 2 minute video.

your phone goes dead silent for a whole 5 minutes. worried that maybe you had overdone it, you open you and satoru’s chat just in time to see his video pop up. he’s there, white hair falling messily on his forehead as his blue eyes go from looking at the camera to looking at his dick, stroking it at an awfully quick pace as he plays with his balls, the way he knows you would.

“y-you’d do it s-so m-much better a-angel,” he moans, “b-but f-fuck! you l-look s-so gorgeous, i-i can’t h-help myself.”

he barely manages to get the sentence out before you catch a sight of the creamy ropes leaving his tip, firstly tainting his lower abdomen to somehow covering your view, the mess so great he even got his phone screen.

“sorry baby, guess you can’t say i lie when i say you make me dump the biggest loads huh?”

you really want to reply, but you’re fingering yourself through your orgasm, the dirty little video on a loop as you cum, once, twice, before replying.

💬 you: sorry for not replying but uh

💬 you: we may need a new couch

💬 you: [IMG]

satoru had thought you were asleep, but he chuckles as he sees your purple suede couch stained with a big, dark spot in the center. the thought of fucking you in it makes him hard again, so he just replies:

💬 my toru 🩵: sure sweets

💬 my toru 🩵: i’ll get us any couch you like

💬 my toru 🩵: but you’ll let me fuck you in this one for every dollar i spend in our next one

✮ s. geto - video call

suguru is a sensual man. he’s not a fan of doing it over the phone really— he can’t see you. nudes aren’t his thing because he’d rather see it as it’s happening, and even though thirsty texts could be the start of it, they’ll never suffice, therefore, he loves facetiming you whenever you text him all hot and bothered. finding you blushing, eyes watery, and breathing heavily is utterly addictive, and who is he to deny his pretty girl?

of course you can’t get off as well by yourself as you could if he was there to take care of you.

“touch yourself for me pretty. caress your thighs the way you know i would,” he coos on the other end of the line, palming himself through his underwear.

“i-i’m so horny sugu, i don’t know if i can take y-your teasing,” you saw in-between moans.

he chuckled, then he says “alright darling, but if you wanna go quicker, you’ll have to match my pace.”

“yes please!” you beg.

“who am i to deny you?” he says, and then he gets rid of his underwear in one swift movement. as he starts stroking himself quickly, hand shifting from base to his pretty, leaking reddened tip and fondling his balls clear for you to see, he starts instructing you. “f-fuck okay, lick two fingers and then go ahead and p-put them inside for me love.”

you do as you’re told. given that you had been edging yourself all day it doesn’t take you long to recognize the buildup of your orgasm. even through the screen, suguru instantly recognizes the familiar look of your pulsing pussy when she’s about to cum. your pretty walls get impossibly wet, your fingers get sucked in too easily, and your legs are shaky. wanting to cum at the same time as you, he starts playing with his tip, the way he knows you would, and he gets particularly quiet to listen to your pretty moans.

“oh my god sugu! please, i can’t wait much l-longer, a-are you c-close?” you ask between pants, trying your damned best to form a coherent sentence.

“just wait a little bit more for me baby, don’t get ahead of yourself now,” suguru replied, not wanting to miss out on your orgasm.

“f-fuck, i c-can’t wait much longer,” you say, fingers starting to get tired from bullying your dripping cunt at his command.

your moans, pleas, and barely cohesive words put a spell on him. his cock was a mess, red from his obscene throbbing and stimulation from his hands, veins on the verge of popping, and sticky from his precum, and even though he had kept you there for 10 minutes, you and him both were close to hitting your climax. bucking his hips into his hand as he tries his best to patch the pace of his strokes to the one at which you were fingering yourself, his usual praise or instructions go away completely as he’s stroking himself silly, mind only being able to take in the view of you pleasuring yourself and directing his hands to finish off his aching dick.

before he knows it, the screen of his phone is creamy, along with his hand and his pants under him. he had just nutted a messy load and the cum in his screen aligned itself perfectly to make it seem like he had taken a little long to pull out and your entrance and thighs were coated. of course, the sight alone made his dick wake back up and take place on his hand.

“baby… you wanna try something new?” he asks.

“mmm?”

“go ahead and get the condensed milk for me… why don’t ya put on a show?” he says, flashing the camera down so that you could see his newly hardened cock along with the mess he had just made.

“greedy aren’t ya?” you purr, getting up to walk towards your kitchen.

“only for you,” he says, genuinely.

and with that, you knew it’d be a long night, not that the sticky mess on your sheets or exhausted self found to work next morning wasn’t a price too high to pay, there’s nothing in this world you wouldn’t do to watch your pretty boyfriend moan and cum over and over for you, veiny hands stroking his matching veiny dick a sight to behold, especially when his loads were so heavy, and the best part? you knew he felt the same.

✮ t. fushiguro - OnlyFans

he’s just trying to have fun. not fond of all that online bullshit because he cannot be bothered with it! if he’s horny, he’ll deal with it with you and you only, not his incompetent hands when he could have your lovely hands instead or your beautiful and skilled mouth.

now, he’s always down to record your little fuck sessions. it didn’t really occur to him to make those a side gig until you suggested it one night, knowing you both could use the money, and that toji would hate to overwork you to get something he feels he should be providing. being the absolute nasty man he is on the sheets, he didn’t even have to think it twice before agreeing, after all, who is he to say no to his hot girlfriend, let alone if it’s a pleasurable way to get money?

and that is how you found yourself in this predicament. you were in all fours, back arched, pussy wet and in display for all of your followers to see. toji was feeling up for a stream tonight, and thanks to your followers and your boyfriend’s nature, you’re just hot and bothered, begging for his touch, because all he’s doing is teasing you for the camera.

“look at you horny fuckers,” he says to the camera, “bet y’all wish ya were me aren’t ya? i guess i’ll you some mercy and let you choose what happens to her next,” he says as he slaps your wet cunt for the nth time.

hxrnynbxthered: eat her out!

pussyd0ct0r: finger her

tojisbaby: just fuck her already my fingers are tired

blueeyedfreak sent ¥75,000

blueeyedfreak: don’t care what ya do, i just need to see her pussy squirt.

“wanna see my pretty girl squirt? want to see this fucking nasty cunt make a mess on my fingers? i’ll show you a good fucking mess,” he says, riled up by the money, and the plethora of lewd requests.

given how wet you were, toji just ran two of his digits through your slit and labia before thrusting them inside of you. going on scissor-like motions to get started, you become a moaning mess, fingers gripping the sheets under you, chest heaving oh so much while your face was flushed, glowing from the thin layer of sweat you had worked up, and your beautiful eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“i’ll show you how she fucking squirts,” he says more to himself than to the crowd, slapping your cunt before pulling his dick out. he pounds into you relentlessly, bed creaking and hitting the wall, eyes to the back of your head, and unable to form a comprehensible sentence. given that by teasing you he was teasing himself just as much, it didn’t take too long for you to cum, a splash of your slick all over his fat cock shown to your followers, all of which left lovely, supportive comments.

before the video ends, toji kisses you sweetly, in frame enough for people to see what was going on, but out of frame enough where nobody could rlly see your face besides toji. with that, he turns to the camera with his characteristic smirk, and turns off the live without another word.

the funny thing about being intimate in such a lewd and quite public manner is that there are still ways to keep some things between the two of you. toji has never once let them see your face, nor do they get to see his as he comes undone. any videos you wish to keep private remain that way, the public only gets to see what you want. and honestly? it’s the best fucking thing.

✮ k. nanami - sensual texts

nanami is a gentleman. he is also a man heavily ruled by his morals and better judgement, thus he’s not really one to lean towards sending explicit pictures or videos, let alone ask for them, for he respects you too much. regardless, at the end of the day he’s still a man, your man, and he is not only in love with you, but your pussy.

you, on the other hand, speak up more about your desires and wants than he does, so it’s not rare for you to text your lovely husband whenever you’re feeling restless and in need of his touch while he’s away. he’s gotten used to it by now, and although he’d likely never admit it to you, he looks forward to those lewd, provocative texts.

💬 you: what time are you coming home my love?

💬 kento ❤️: Not anytime soon. Sadly, the mission has taken longer than expected and I’ll probably have to work overtime.

💬 you: awww no! i miss you so badly…

💬 you: been thinking of you being inside me all day, and my fingers are so so tired baby

this is all it took to get him worked up. knowing he wouldn’t be able to focus on the task at hand when his dick was straining so painfully against his pants and all his mind could think of was the many ways he wish he could please you right now, he quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom.

whilst being there, he got down to work and palmed himself through his boxers as he looked through your recent messages and pictures. you truly drove him insane, who would’ve thought the poised man could break his composure just from 3 texts? that your words, on a screen, nonetheless, would get his pants too fucking tight, his cock so restless and achy for touch? that instead of doing his job like he should’ve been doing, is actually fighting back groans as he gets off to the idea of fucking you right there in conference room for everyone to see?

he can envision it very well: you, messy hair, bent over the table, shirt long forgotten on the floor and skirt a little fad up your back, thighs quivering and drops of your slick running down its insides as he’s pounding his thick cock into you, a smack, smack, smack! from every time his balls slapped against your pussy, hand wrapped around your neck while the other one is caressing up and down your arched back, as everyone’s face is suddenly blurred and all he can see is his dick going in and out your cunt making your ass jiggle deliciously.

he lost track of time caught up in his little fantasy, and 30 minutes had already passed by, but his hand wouldn’t leave his dick and his mind wouldn’t think of anything that didn’t relate to you, and your body, and your voice when you main his name, and your hair, and your touch, and-

“you okay in there man? please don’t tell me you got a stomach bug,” gojo’s voice broke through his lewd thoughts, followed by some knocks on the door.

“f-fuck,” he mutters, “i’ll be out in a moment, but that ramen might’ve been to spicy for me,” he covers up.

“hurry up, don’t wanna make it awkward, heh,” gojo says teasingly.

this almost killes it for nanami, but once he’s certain gojo’s back in the conference room he decides he must finish himself off. what’s 10 more minutes of his absence? besides, it’d be unprofessional to come back with a tent on his beige pants, would it not?

✮ k. choso - phone sex

choso is still fairly new to these things. given that you’re his first and only, he’s still a little shy about what he likes and can do, but there’s no shyness that would hide the lust this man has for you.

originally, he had never intended to start having phone sex with you. he was familiar with the concept, yes, but he didn’t really have it in him to ask you to do it. he felt heavenly whenever he was able to please you or get pleased by you, and his memories (and maybe some of the photos he has of you) suffice to get him off whenever you two couldn’t be together.

one night was particularly rough though. you were away for a work trip, and he stayed home while you were gone. the first couple of days went by fairly easily, he would facetime you to check up on you and hear your voice, he’d do whatever he needed to do throughout the day, and at night he would take a long, hot shower, and get hard at the thought of you.

he has a pretty high sex drive, and ever since you started getting active, he yearns for it more and more as time passes. so, in absence of your touch and presence in its entirety, he finds solace in memories and make believe. it’ll all start by him remembering you through the day, he’ll either pass by a restaurant you like, or perhaps lighting the candles you love, and maybe even picking up clothes you’ve left somewhere and forgot to put back in their spot.

his mind will go to more explicit memories from there, like that one time you couldn’t wait to get home and fucked in the parking lot of the aforementioned restaurant, windows foggy, car shaking, and you looking ethereal as your head was pushed back, tits bouncing deliciously right in his line of sight, your body pressed so tightly against his as you rode his hard dick. or, back to the time where you made love in a candle-lit evening as the sweet smell of champagne toast filled the room, along with the sounds of skin slapping, his whines and grunts, and a mixture of your pleas for more, the repetition of his name, and your moans, all of which drove him insane. even your clothes on the floor reminded him of the countless times he’s taken them off you, and the handful in which he fucked you while you still were in them, often being when you had some lazy morning sex as he thrust into you from the side while kissing the back of your neck.

shutting off the cold water after realizing his dick just wouldn’t go down unless he dealt with it, he conveniently saw an incoming call from you as he grabbed his phone to look at pictures of you.

“hi baby! i miss you, how was your day?” your lovely voice says.

“just a little tired baby but i’m happy to hear your voice, will you tell me about your day? don’t spare any details,” choso replies, sitting down and lazily touching his dick.

oblivious to the reason why he just wanted to hear you talk, you begin rambling on about your day. usually, choso would ask questions throughout or just drop in some “right,” and “yeah?” or “oh,” but today he’s just humming, and his voice sounds shakier than usual… is he running?

“baby,” you call.

“w-what d-darling?”

“are you okay? you sound worked up and i repeated my last sentence 3 times and yet you didn’t notice,” you question, a little worried at his unusual demeanor.

he blushes at your question, how would he muster up the courage that he was just trying to get off to your voice? as much as he wanted to lie to you, he knew he couldn’t, and so he just swore he’d make it up to you as soon as he could.

“well baby, please forgive me, but i was just lonely and i missed you so much and well i-”

“you didn’t fucking cheat on me did you?” you ask, a little over the edge.

“no! i could never, i’m just embarrassed to confess what i was really up to…”

you sigh in relief, your short-lived rage leaving your body as curiosity takes its place. “well then, what is it? promise i won’t judge.”

“i might’ve been, just maybe, jerking off to your voice,” he confesses, voice trembling with every word.

“…”

“i’m so sorry! i promise you i’ll make it up to you! i’ll listen to your story and get you those flowers you said you liked and-”

“cho,” you say, stopping his tangent, “i’m not mad, i’m just a little surprised of course, but i’d be lying if i said that your little confession doesn’t have me rubbing my thighs and made my pussy wet.”

“oh,” he says, “oh.”

“do you wanna… help each other?” you suggest, and choso is quick to get out a yes.

10 minutes later you’re both laying in bed, clothes long forgotten on the floor, cock in hand and fingers in your cunt as you both tell each other what you’d do to each other if you were together. soon enough, you’ve gone beyond the point of being talkative, so you just let your moans and grunts do the speaking for you instead. the sloppy sounds coming from your fingers going in and out your soaking entrance intermingling beautifully with the sounds of his quick strokes through the line.

“f-fuck baby i’m so close, are you?” he asks between pants.

“ch-cho, n-need to c-cum so b-bad!” you manage to get out.

“then cum b-baby, let’s do it together,” he says.

his last couple of strokes go harder and faster than the previous ones, his hands seemingly inspired for your more frantic pants and moans on the phone, and as he hears one last “cho” from your fucked out voice he is busting the fattest load he has in a while, knowing it’ll be hard to wash those sheets off after he’s over his high.

but fuck it, it felt so good and he was just so needy for you…

“… round two?” you ask.

“hell yeah,” he replies, feeling his cock harden once again. he could get new sheets, but nothing would be worth losing this moment with you. after all, he was down to do it again, again, and again for every night you spent away.

[fleur-bbyy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ GET IT UP! s. gojo (0.9k)

is satoru’s call really more important than you?

warnings: oral (m receiving), suckin’ him off while he’s otp, pet names (like excessive pet names), slight throat fucking, nickname toru, MDNI!!!

a/n: eepy and whoreknee

“Can’t really do this right now, baby.” Satoru was never one to deny his own pleasure.

He’d already been reduced to shaky breaths by you just kissing your way down his body. Taking your time to find every bump and ridge in his skin and marking it with your mouth. Simultaneously fumbling with the button and zipper on his pants and practically gleaming when you saw his heavy cock spring free.

“Y’got the sweetest fuckin’ lips, angel, but we really can’t right now.” His voice wasn’t as firm this time. It was breathier, unstable.

You were a second away from taking his cock into your mouth when the incessant buzz of his phone began to vibrate the desk above your head.

“‘M sorry, baby, told you I had to take it.” He caressed your face before gently patting your head. “Just give me a minute, babe, and I’m all yours. I promise.” You still rolled your eyes as he pressed the ‘answer’ button and held the device to his ear, not annoyed at him, but whoever was on the other line.

“Please?” You mouthed, gesturing with your eyes down to his cock and back up to him. A pitiful, pleading look painted on your face. Satoru pouted back down at you and shook his head, whispering a small “I’m sorry.” before bringing his attention back to his cell phone.

That short minute quickly turns to five agonizing minutes of having to listen to talks of curses and you already felt yourself growing bored. Resting your head on his lap from where you’re perched on the floor in front of him, trying to find something to keep you entertained. Your fingers quickly grow tired of tracing shapes on Satoru’s thigh. In an act of rebellion, your eyes dart up to his to make sure he’s still engrossed in the phone call and you experimentally run a finger over the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. Smirking when he shoots you a warning glare and mutters a quick “mhm” to whoever’s on the other end.

The warning doing nothing but spur you on to continue. With a coy smile, you begin to take him into your mouth. Relishing in the feeling of him twitch inside you when you begin to run your tongue over his tip. Not taking him in all the way to tease him even more. He sinks down further into his chair and a light sheen of sweat begins to make his forehead shine, causing a few strands of his soft, white hair to dampen and stick. He was too focused on trying to control his breathing and not let any incriminating sounds slip out to notice his hair hanging begin in his eyes. You almost laugh when you hear the man on the other end of the phone ask your boyfriend if he’s feeling alright.

“Yeah, y-yeah. Just… can I put’cha on hold for a sec.” You can’t see him mute the call, but you know he does by the way he lets his moans spill from his pink lips. Letting one of his hands fall to your head and push himself deeper into your throat. You allow him to shallowly thrust his hips up into you, throwing his head back before speaking again.

“Gotta lot of nerve, sweetheart,” He stops again, biting his lip to hold back a whine, “call’s important. Y’know that.” You pull yourself off of him and he groans at the loss of warmth.

“I just wanna have fun with you, ‘Toru.” He audibly groans at the nickname. The sound going straight to your aching core. He knows that you know what that name does to him. You replace your mouth with your hand and begin to gently pump up and down his length. Running your thumb over his flushed, leaking tip and using his pre as extra lube. Your eyes dart back and forth between his cock and his growing-pink face.

You can tell he’s debating something by the way his nose scrunches and his eyebrows furrow. He looks back to his phone to see how long he’s had the man on hold before looking back to you and softening his face.

“Okay, okay. Wha’dya need from me, baby? Tell ‘Toru what’cha need.” You smile victoriously, removing your hand to slip his cock back into your mouth once more. Bobbing your head up and down a few more times to give him a taste of what he could have if he focused all of his attention on you. Pulling off to give his length one more slow, tantalizing lick from base to tip.

“Hang up and you can have whatever you want from me.” Your voice was smooth, music to his ears. He plasters a cocky smirk on his face before bringing the phone back up to his ear.

“Hey… something just came up. Gonna have to get back to you at a better time.” He doesn’t even wait for the man to respond before ending the call. Lazily dropping his phone to his desk before turning his attention back to you.

“Now, I believe you owe me one, sweetness.”

[me-writes-prompts]

:-“It’s finally Christmas!” Christmas prompts for your otp-:

(Looks like someone’s out of their writing block👀 Merry Christmas everyone!)

By @me-writes-prompts

Baking sugar cookies together :)))

Having snow ball fights and taking cute pictures of each other in the said snow fights!

Knitting Christmas sweater/scarves together!

Making snow flakes out of paper and hanging it as ornaments on their Christmas tree!

^^Decorating Christmas tree together

“You know…I always wanted to know how it feels to kiss under the mistletoe.” “We should do it.” “Wait, really?” “Yeah. Definitely. Let’s do it right now!”

“Can you like tell that I am who I am under the Santa Claus costume?” Their partner shakes their head thoughtfully. “No. Not at all, in fact you look like the Santa Claus himself.” “Hey! Be serious.” <3333

Cuddling in and having hot chocolate together while they watch hallmark Christmas movies :))

^^ “These movies never change do they?” “Yep, never. Just like you….*grins as their partner raises an eyebrow* that was supposed to be a compliment, sweetheart.”

“Why are you acting like the grinch on this fine Christmas morning?” “Me, acting like the grinch? Oh please, you’re wearing the grinch costume not me!”

They both dress up as Santas to surprise the other one. Lmaooooo chaos

Having a Christmas song themed karaoke!

When they hug each other to keep them warm <3

Sneaking a gift into their partner’s coat/pant pockets

“I could really use some help, babe.” They say, trying to hang the little star on top of the Christmas tree. “I believe you, you got this.” The other one says, intently watching them and trying not to laugh as they watch their partner struggle.

^^In the end, they help them out anyway

[mojowitchcraft]

Stommy Starter Pack

Bella @bilbosmom-belladonna said she was getting into Stommy so I thought I'd do a fic rec list of my faves!!

This is by no means an exhaustive list, please feel free to post more Stommy recs in the replies!

If you're a Steddie shipper and you are just warming up to the idea of letting Tommy infiltrate your OTP try these Stommie (Steve, Tommy, Eddie - aka Frog Stack) Fics:

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Nightly demodog attacks, a town that's held together by duct tape and sheer pettiness, a scrappy group of survivors living in Hawkins high and one, Tommy Hagan. After coming home to Hawkins to check on his family and running into a fair bit of trouble, Tommy manages to find himself roommates with none other than Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. It's actually not that bad all things considered. At least there's still porn at the end of the world.

Strange Overtones by WabiSabiPapi aka @arimakes Body Swap | Rated E | 38k | 4/4 Chapters

When he makes it to the small clearing, quick footsteps come up behind him, and before he can turn around, someone tries to shove him. Astonishingly, his center of gravity is on his side and he plants his feet in time, holding his ground. Spinning around, he puts his fists up and freezes when he sees himself panting and angry with fists clenched to his sides. “Woah, trippy,” Eddie remarks. Tommy dressed him poorly today—the absence of his battle vest is going to draw a lot of attention from his comrades. “What the fuck did you do to me, freak?!” “Tommy?” Eddie doublechecks, hopeful that their game of musical bodies is only between the two of them and not some other third party. “Yes! Did you fucking curse me? What the shit is this?!” ----- Eddie Munson and Tommy Hagan don't like each other and they don't have anything in common - or at least, that's what they think until one morning, they each wake up in the other's body.

MORE RECS BELOW THE CUT!

pretty secrets we share in the dark by poopypantsbennett aka @dontcallmeeds PWP | Rated E | 3k | One Shot

Then, a throat clears from the back of bedroom and Tommy’s entire universe becomes hell frozen over. Steve scrambles away from Tommy, takes his hand back. The loss of touch makes Tommy have to bite back a whine. “Well, don’t stop on my accord,” a somewhat familiar voice comes from a plume of smoke by the window. (Or Tommy and Steve get caught by everyone’s favorite stoner, Eddie Munson)

And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy by whateverokayFINE aka @batmunson666 PWP | Rated E | 4.5k | One Shot This is in a series with 2 parts so far

“You wanna kiss him?” Eddie’s voice is warm on his neck. The sun was starting to set. “Yeah.” or Tommy Hagan goes over to Eddie Munson's trailer to buy weed, sees that he’s not alone and the guy that he’s been in love with for years has been keeping his drug dealer company.

friend, love, freefall by @becomingfoxes Rated E | 10k | One Shot Plus there's some really lovely art in the fic!

Eddie leans into his face; his big, stupid, chocolate bambi eyes wide as he bats his eyelashes at Tommy and says, “Pretty, pretty please.” And really, Tommy tries not to react but he can’t help that his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and back up to his eyes. So he pushes at Eddie, just to get some distance and watches as he flops back onto the bed in a mess of uncoordinated limbs. “Jesus fuck.” He sniffs, “Sure, okay. We can watch your dumb, creepy doll movie.” “Yesss.” 

And then if you want another fun threesome you can try Stomarol (Steve, Tommy, Carol)

and steve makes three by Adure aka @toburnup AU | Rated E | 8k | One Shot

"Steve doesn't like me." Tommy knows better than to lie. "He'll come around." He knows that the reason Steve hates Carol is the same reason that Tommy loves her. The same reason he loves Steve, really. They have the same bite, the same oil-slick filthy mouths that get them in trouble. They both smell like hairspray and bubblegum. They both like Tommy.

And then if you're ready for the full Stommy experience:

hold the line by pizzabones Post S4 | Rated E | 8k | One Shot

Standing at the precipice of a big change, Steve's dragged to a Hawkins High bonfire by Dustin. It feels like a personal low, showing up to a high school gathering at twenty. Oh well. It's fine, he'll be out of Hawkins soon enough. It just figures that Tommy Hagan, the last person he expected to run into tonight, is also standing in the keg line. As the poets (Toto) say, "love isn't always on time".

sidelong by Adure AU | Rated E | 6k | One Shot

Tommy draws his knees up toward him and leans his folded arms on top. He stares, unashamed, at the length of Steve's neck as he looks around. His chin. His nice smile. Tommy's drunker now that they're sitting in the brunt of the sun, and maybe that's why it takes a few extra seconds for him to realize that Steve's stopped talking. "Is there something on my face?" Steve asks, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand. He looks confused. And he's waiting, because Tommy is slack-jawed and a little bit in love and he's really, really not ready for this shit. (Tommy can't help but look, and Steve can't stop catching him.)

here you come again by @cranberrymoons Post S4 | Rated E | 16k | One Shot

Vaguely, over the sound of a bland pop song playing in the background, he hears the squeak of a pair of sneakers come to a halt at the other end of the aisle. He turns his head toward the sound… and promptly fumbles the tube of Pringles he’d been reaching for. He bats at it with his hand in a futile attempt at catching it, instead knocking it further toward the ground like a spiked volleyball. He clears his throat. “Um.” The tube rolls across the linoleum and comes to a stop at Tommy Hagan’s feet. Steve stares at it for a long, agonizing beat of silence, then he looks back up at Tommy’s face. “Sorry.” Tommy raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s heart kicks in his chest. Steve and Tommy haven't talked in nearly three years. After everything, maybe the best way forward is back.

no pressure by Adure No Upside Down AU | Rated E | 11k | One Shot

Steve Harrington has the worst porn collection Tommy's ever seen. His own is better in every way, no doubt about it, and it seems like Steve agrees as he looks over the rows of tapes. "Which one's your favourite?" "Huh?" "Your favourite. Which one?" Steve asks again, slower this time. Makes Tommy feel slow, too, as he reaches over for a well worn tape near the top of the box. Steve gives him a smile that's sly enough to make Tommy feel like an idiot for saying it. For giving up something damning and getting shit-all in return, just Steve grabbing a fistful of his sleeve and pulling him toward the door. "Let's watch it." Steve kisses Tommy. It's a joke, it doesn't mean anything. There isn't an explanation for what happens after that.

After Everything by WabiSabiPapi Soulmate AU | Rated E | 23k | 4/4 Chapters

It's 2003 - nearly two decades after Eddie sacrificed himself to save Hawkins, leaving Steve behind to navigate a life without his soulmate. He has made his peace knowing that falling in love is not in the cards for him until one day, someone from his past shows up unexpectedly. Maybe it's not too late to find love, after all.

Again, this is not an exhaustive list, just some of my faves by my fave writers and friends! Would love recs (yes self recs too!!!) in the replies!!

[average-mako-enjoyer]

"send me a character" ask game!

From the character ask game.

This is not a choose violence ask! You didn't have to choose violence, Liss!

Anyway, Zevran.

Favorite thing about him I think the best thing about him is also the worst thing about him. He's the embodiment of that toxic bisexual rep people keep ranting about, and he's designed to attract our kind.

He has:

a thick ass

dick game on a whole new level

weird sense of humor

tragic past

Oh, and he also knows how to stab people? And has a good sense of boundaries? Yeah, okay, Bioware, pack me two of those, please.

Least favorite thing about him He's that toxic bisexual rep people keep ranting about. XD

He lies and flirts like he breathes, he sleeps with everyone because it's fun and it helps pass the time, and yeah! Okay! I know people like that! Myself included. So it's a pretty realistic portrayal of a person who went through such a massive trauma as a child and was severely abused for most of his life. But his story lacks depth in some ways.

Yes, he confronts the Crows. Yes, he kills his former lover/friend to tie up loose ends, and that's it. I wish there were more moments that showed his vulnerability. His obvious flaws.

But I think that's what all the Origins characters suffer from. They fall pretty flat once you're done with their personal missions, and their romances lack that tasty substance for me as well.

Favorite line His stupid sex poem and how Warden asks, "You killed the person who wrote it for you anyway?" And he's like, "Well, of course! But only after we slept together. What do you think, I'm some kind of monster? I fucked her for a few hours, btw." And Warden goes, "Well, if it was hours…"

brOTP Him and Wynne. I think she can be a perfect match for his energy and just be a sarcastic ass around him for sports, which I am sure he loves. They can make fun of Oghren together. Also, he can fingerbang her into next Tuesday if necessary, and it wouldn't ruin their dynamic.

Also him and Leliana.

OTP Zevran/Alistair sounds like so much fun to me.

One is a labrador retriever, another is a sly fox. One is a virgin, another has fucked his way across the continent. One is a homophobic church boy, another is everything the church warns good people against. One is horrified by the fact that this man, dude, guy with a penis, oh my god he has an actual dick between his legs, is actually attractive, another finds the bi panic men expirience around him endearing. Alistair Theirin gets fucked into the mattress watch in HD 1080p.

Also, Zevran/Morrigan. They are a definition of bi4bi power couple.

But the best OTP is Zevran/freedom to do whatever the fuck he wants to.

nOTP Don't have one. I truly believe he can weasel his way into any pants.

Random headcanon He's such a slut for luxury lifestyle. He's pretty down to earth most of the time, but lay him down on some silk sheets after a good meal and he'll be yours.

Unpopular opinion He and Warden are not a good match for a variety of reasons, and I'm not that surprised that he's out of the picture by the time Awakening begins.

Song i associate with them Oof, this is hard. I guess Call Out My Name by The Weeknd?

Favorite picture of them This one or this one.

[pyro-madder]

ask game ask game

Lady Maria!

favorite thing about them : her nuance and how she challenged my writing and perception. also, i find myself humming her first phase a lot.

least favorite thing about them : her third phase hitboxes are ARHGGHGH

favorite line : "What's wrong, my hunter? Don't you hear the hunt calling?... Or do you wish to tease something more from the depths of this nightmare? Even if it means my murder..." yeah it's a cut one, but the two we do have in-game are quoted so often, iconic as they are...

brOTP : rn it's Rom :} i need to get thinking about Adeline and the old hunters as well though.

OTP : Gehrman 🤟😔 I never had a problem with it, and I predicted I'd end up shipping it out of spite but I'm also getting more and more genuine love for it. peace and love in yharnam(??)

nOTP : sigh... i'd hate to perpetuate the general belief you can't like both, but i have ten years of fandoms in my resume and there are situations i will simply block out. i know you shouldn't let fandom experiences affect your approach to the source material but i was uninterested in her and adeline anyway, and want to keep the right to remain so as long as i'm not an ass about it sdfghjklm maybe someday i'll see it in a new light.

random headcanon : she's adept at falconry ! her main companion being a gyrfalcon.

unpopular opinion : ok hear me out, what if she liked BOTH pants and skirts and she was like those girls who basically shapeshift into the opposite presentation when they don't fit someone's preferences and oh my gods this is pointless. i'm still getting used to her character please give me time

song i associate with them : this (and the whole album) is more a gehrmaria song than one for her alone, but it's all i have for now. spoilers for a wip of mine...............

favorite picture of them : poggers

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

And Round 1 is Done!

PROPAGANDA

"Picture this: the love of your life betrays you and causes your death, then you're brought back to life later against your will and your lover is with your reincarnation. Anyone would feel bitter! She tries her best to keep living her half life and helping people. She's hated just because she's not the main character and gets in the way of the show's OTP."

"Kikyo was such an interesting character. She was murdered by the villain, who tricked both her and her love interest into thinking the other had betrayed them, brought back to life against her will only to find that fifty years had passed, the world had moved on without her, her baby sister was now an old woman, and she'd been condemned to an awful half-life in an unfeeling clay body where she was stuck in her worst moments and basically a vengeful spirit, but she eventually managed to move past it, gave up her one chance at getting revenge on her murderer to save the life of a child, and achieved some measure of inner peace before she died for good. But, she also has the misfortune of being the first love of the male lead, so of course the only thing anyone seems to care about is how she supposedly did him dirty and wasn't good enough for him. The whole fandom is chock full of meta posts about how she didn't trust Inuyasha enough and should have known he'd NEVER betray her like that. Meanwhile, Inuyasha fell for it just as easily when the villain framed HER for attacking HIM, but nobody ever tries to claim that HE didn't trust HER enough. (For further context, when she thought he'd betrayed her, she retaliated by pinning him to a tree and putting him in an enchanted sleep. He retaliated by destroying her village.) In at least 90% of the fanfics that she appears in at all, she's either the Bad Girlfriend or the Evil Ex, who either previously or is currently abusing the hero, or cheating on him, or trying to coerce him into turning human, or dating him for years only to break up with him by telling him he disgusts her because of his demon blood (huh???), none of which she did in the actual canon, solely so the preferred love interest can swoop in and kiss it all better. People will claim they're just making valid criticisms of her actions (which, to be fair, aren't always great), or saying she didn't properly earn her redemption (which is actually pretty standard for a shounen series) because she didn't apologize enough, but them multiple male characters who did far worse than she did somehow miraculously managed to escape the constant criticisms that she's subjected to, this despite having a so-called redemption that's literally just "He stopped eating people because he wanted to get into the heroine's pants", and remain very popular characters both in their own right and as alternate ships for the female lead. The double standards are so glaringly obvious, yet people will bend over backwards and jump through mental hoops that would give a gold-medal Olympics gymnast pause to insist that they're being completely objective and fair and that this isn't just about trying to score points in a ship war or holding female characters to completely different standards from male characters."

Kairi Propaganda

"The Kingdom Hearts game series is about Mickey Mouse battling the forces of Darkness with an alliance of fashionable anime boys. Kairi is a major character, and one of the few female characters. She is part of a trio of childhood best friends, with the protagonist Sora and their other friend Riku (who had a villain arc and then a redemption arc). Though Kairi is constantly and clumsily sidelined by the canon narrative, she arguably has more backstory going on than any other major characters. She is a refugee from another planet. She implicitly lost her beloved grandma at five years old in the traumatic destruction of their hometown. She was kidnapped and experimented on by an evil wizard-scientist—she escaped thanks to having a magic charm that basically teleported her to her soulmate(s). Then she had to adjust to living on a new planet and being adopted by a new family. In the very first game, when she's 14, she turns out her pure heart is one of 7 in the entire universe to be free of Darkness—she shows a full emotional spectrum of fear, sadness, frustration, defeat, but she isn't vulnerable to corruption. In KH2, she becomes one of the Chosen Ones who wield a magical weapon called a Keyblade. She loves her friends very much, and she has the unique talent to instantly recognize them even when they've been transformed into monsters. She has saved them several times with nothing but the Power Of Love in her heart randomly manifesting in, like, telepathy and teleportation and resurrection—she doesn't even consciously know that she has powers, her love is just so great that it's accepted as a tangible force of nature. She is frustrated and ashamed by her role as a damsel in distress, and she wishes to be stronger and combat-capable so that she join her male friends on their adventures instead of waiting around where it's safe. Also she was kidnapped by an evil assassin clown who's ten years older than her, and then they became friends. NOT ONLY does the fandom plug its ears and claim there is nothing interesting about this character and no potential in her story—Kairi has been demonized by the fandom for about 20 years. Somehow Kairi is useless and boring while also being a Mary Sue at the same time. She was called a bitch and a slut and a whore. She was hated for wearing too much pink and wielding a girly weapon with a floral design. She was criticized as a slut for wearing a short skirt, and for THE PLAYER being able to manipulate the camera into a contrived angle to look up her skirt to see her panties in the first edition of KH2. You can find nearly 20-year-old fanfiction and fanart of her being twisted into an evil schemer driving her friends apart, and of her being gleefully brutalized and insulted. Haters STILL comb for every crumb to make elaborate anti-canon theories about why she's an agent of evil, even though canon has FIRMLY ESTABLISHED for TWENTY YEARS since the very beginning that she's THE ONE CHARACTER incapable of growing Darkness in her heart. The theory is that she exists only as a puppet sent by the main villain to sabotage her friends (the plot for two out of the four main female characters) for all ten years of their friendship. The theory is that she's been using her powers to force her friends to love her—and their Power Of Friendship that is the EMOTIONAL BACKBONE OF THE STORY, and THE MAJOR FORCE OF GOOD IN THEIR UNIVERSE, and THE MOST CONSISTENT MOTIVATION FOR THE HEROES is all Just Misdirection LOL building up to a shitty Plot Twist. The theory is that she's secretly a custom-manufactured Chirithy (a cute talking animal companion that serves and guides humans)—and not a human girl with her own natural feelings and aspirations. AND THEN after stripping her of every important trait and role, these fans claim they're making Kairi more important and interesting than she is in canon. I don't know what causes the fandom to so desperately hate a sweet 14-year-old girl who literally canonically never did anything wrong."

[dangermousie]

A day otherwise known as Tuesday in a costume cdrama.

I literally started cackling!

So far we are up to two members of heroine’s harem - her cousin and now the human pincushion. This is beginning to resemble the selection menu of topics of p0rn site. Sorry!

I am an ep and a half into Lost You Forever, as you can tell. I went in utterly blind since I literally know nothing about the story except Yang Zi collects a harem of dudes panting for her and everyone suffers.

My impressions:

1. Expensive drama where I can actually see where the budget went unlike with Fei and Anle. It looks gorgeous.

2. I realize eventually she picks the prince played by Deng Wei but so far they are totally setting for her cousin the hostage prince to be her OTP. My inner lover of Victorian novels rejoices.

3. The pace of the backstory was something else, like cliffsnotes on speed. I was literally laughing as yet another adult bit the dust, leaving our heroine and her cousin orphanier and orphanier. Not to mention they’d drop info like “I divorced King of Blah” randomly with me going “I didn’t even know you were married to King of Blah!” You have 70+ eps between the two seasons, surely you can pace yourself.

4. Cousin’s mom who was all “sorry can’t watch you grow up but I miss your dad too much let me off myself in front of you” was a terrible mother but the fact that the dad’s funeral turned into a buy one get two free burial was pretty entertaining. However this leads me to:

5. I loved BBJX and Sound of the Desert, both adapted from Tong Hua’s novels but I have never been able to enjoy reading any of the stuff because her fixation on aesthetics of elegant romantic suffering is so antithetical to my own world view. I see that mom do that and I don’t think beautiful or romantic or tragic I think “selfish idiot.” The whole love above all worth everything even as it hurts others can work for me but it needs a lot to sell me on it, not be assumed as a default.

Anyway, it looks pretty so far and I am utterly unspoiled (because I had no interest in spoiling myself despite the novel being fully translated) so I will keep up for a bit. I will likely not finish because I hate reverse harems as much as I hate harems and that is a lot but for now I am gonna watch.

[skwistokgetalongshirt]

For the OTP asks - dealer's choice, babe. Gimme one you really want to answer about your faves, together!

[Soft OTP or Self-Ship Asks] 24. Write about your ship cuddling.

Tonight was much too cold in Mordhaus…. Like, abnormally cold. It turned out some klokateers had been involved in an accident which caused most of the power to go out and it took out the heating system too. While normally the backup generators should get things back up and running again, some klokateers that were in charge of that ended up getting themselves hurt as well. It was going to be a very cold night tonight in Mordhaus… 

Skwisgaar was the one suffering the most from the coldness. He was bundled up under his fur blanket and had socks on but it didn’t seem enough. Then again, Skwisgaar normally didn’t bother wearing pajamas… Even in the cold he was laying there shirtless with just some pajama pants on. He was shivering so much underneath the blanket with his eyes closed but because he was shivering so much it was making it hard to relax and go to sleep.

“For fuck’s sake… When ams they going to fix this shit?” he pulled the blanket over his head hoping to get some more heat trapped inside of the blanket to make him feel more comfortable.

“I agrees.” A familiar voice in the darkness said.

“Huh?!” Skwisgaar was startled, he hadn’t heard anyone come into his room. He quickly went from being startled to annoyed - he knew that voice. “Ugh, great. Tokis…”

“Was walking by… Heard your teeths chatterings from outside.” Toki teased. “What kinds of Scandinavian are you? Shouldn’t be toos bad. Gets much colder back home.” 

“...Oh, shuts up. Gots used to the heaters. Don’t likes it beings too colds. Makes it harder to sleeps.” Skwisgaar turned over hoping Toki would just go away and leave him alone.

“Maybes it ams because you ams like a twigs Skwisgaar… That aint’s goings to keeps you warms at all.” Toki continued on. 

“Uuugh… Can yous just get outs if you ammnst goings to help me gets warm?” Skwisgaar was clearly peeved by this situation.

Instead of leaving the room however, Toki actually got closer. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and when Skwisgaar felt the weight shift on the bed he turned over to look only to see Toki sitting there.

“The door ams that way!” he pointed towards the exit of his room. 

“Just thinks it ams so funny you ams so cold…What kinds of Swede are yous?” Toki couldn’t help but continue to be tickled by Skwisgaar having such a hard time with the temperature change.

“Oh yeahs… Haha Tokis. Glads you cames in here to get a goods laugh… Cans you just leaves me alone now?” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes at Toki’s words. He wasn’t in the mood to bicker with Toki right now, especially not when he was so cold like this. There was no reason to waste his energy. 

“Just think its sillies…That’s all.” Toki seemed to shrug although he still didn’t budge. He remained sitting at the edge of Skwisgaar’s bed. 

Once again Skwisgaar turned over, hoping this time Toki would take the hint and leave, but instead he felt the weight of his bed shift once more. This time Toki decided to get into bed with Skwisgaar, getting under the covers, and wrapping his arms around him. 

“Whats the fuck?!” Skwisgaar was quick to react when Toki put his arms around him. 

“Body heats! Body heats helps keep you warms.” Toki said, now nuzzling against the back of Skwisgaar’s neck. “Ams helping you warm up, you dildos!” 

“Euugh…” as much as Skwisgaar wanted to pull away and kick Toki out of his room he had to admit that the body heat from Toki felt so nice. He felt so much warmer already… Maybe he will finally be able to get some sleep. 

“Hmm… You smells nice, Skwisgaar. Likes… Hmm, not sures but it ams nice!” Toki was still nuzzling against the back of Skwisgaar’s neck.

Skwisgaar sighed, but he figured he should keep the mean quips to himself right now if he wanted to continue to experience Toki’s warmth. “...Thanks.”

“Welcomes! This ams nice! If you wants we coulds cuddles more oftens… to keeps warm!” Toki exclaimed. 

“Uh, yeahs. To keep warms.” Skwisgaar had to emphasize it was solely to keep warm, there was no way he wanted to imply anything else even though the body contact wasn’t just warming his body, but maybe even his heart too. The thought alone was enough to make Skwisgaar want to throw up - there’s no way he’d ever admit it. Not to himself, and especially not to Toki. 

Skwisgaar’s body finally relaxed now, he wasn’t used to ‘hugging’ or ‘cuddling’ or any of those softer kinds of touches. He leaned back more against Toki seeking more of his warmth. Now his legs were tucked in more trying to get Toki to wrap his legs around him too. Toki seemed to get the hint and wrapped his legs around Skwisgaar to add even more warmth to him. 

Toki seemed to be humming happily to himself, he had been wanting to be close to Skwisgaar like this for a long time but he was worried if he talked too much Skwisgaar would kick him out so instead he just remained silent as they continued to embrace. 

Now that Skwisgaar was feeling warmer, he started to finally doze off until yet another voice was heard - how many people were going to just walk in without knocking?

“What in the homosexchual is going on here?!” of course it was Murderface. 

“Ams keepings Skwisgaar warms!” Toki was still clinging to Skwisgaar.

Now Skwisgaar was trying to push Toki away. “Onlys because I was freezings! You knows… The heaters was outs. So… Tokis came and… but it’s just to keeps warms! Like winters survival!” Skwisgaar was frantically trying to explain this situation. He couldn’t have Murderface tell Nathan and Pickles something different.

“....Whatever. Powers back on so I’m gonna ask Jean-Pierre to make us some food. Was gonna ask if you two wanted to join, but I schee you’re busy.” Murderface said with a smirk. 

Skwisgaar knew that look, he was definitely going to go and tell Nathan and Pickles about this. 

Toki decided a snack sounded good so he got up to go and join Murderface. 

“Eughh….” Skwisgaar groaned as he stared up at the ceiling. Why did the power have to go out? Why did Toki have to come check in on him? This would be added to the things that kept him up at night.

[redheadspark]

👋🏿 for your 2nd January Prompts.

Scenario: 4. Your OTP both not feeling well and calling in take out to eat in their sweatshirts and pj pants.

Dialogue: 3. "how come you always end up under my blanket?" With......Oliver!

Happy Writing!

A/N - HOORAY STELLA! This is gonna have cute all over it for Oliver! Thanks for requesting it my dear!

Lazy

Summary - You felt bad for getting your husband sick. Oliver, however, don't seem to mind it too much

Warnings - Just some fluffiness sprinkled in this one :)

It was the rays of the sunlight that woke you first, having you grimace in your warmth that was both from being under the comforter of your bed and being in the arms of your husband. Yet when you moved, he grunted and tried to keep you against him, making you swat his arm.

"Come off it, luv. I need to get us some tea and some herbs," You hummed to him as you looked at your watch on the nightstand, "Bloody hell, it's already 11:30"

"Let's get lunch then," Oliver grumbled against your neck as you sighed and rubbed your eyes, "I've been cravin' some Pizza,"

"Not with your stomach you're not getting it," You reasoned as you finally pulled off his arm around you like a suctioned octopus leg. Oliver groaned as he dove his head over the cover to hide from the sunlight pouring into your little bedroom, "Come on, Oli. I'll open the window and you shower. I'll call for some soup and bread, and I'll brew us some tea. I might as well since I'm the one who got you sick."

"I told ya before, it's not yer fault. Those kids carry the germs!" Oliver said under the covers. You giggled, reaching over to throw off the comforter and see him squint from the light hitting his face.

"Still, I feel bad my students got me sick, just to get you sick. So go take a shower and change the sheets, I'll order us food and make some tea, deal?" You asked with a raised tone, Oliver grinning as he rose up on his knees and knelt in front of you while he was still on the couch. He did look rather adorable in his old Gryffindor Quidditch sweatpants, his hair tousled and pushed out of his eyes, and the clear evidence of him riding out the cold and sniffles he's had for the past few days. You felt him reach up to frame your face with his calloused fingers and cool palm while he were in your own Quidditch sweatpants and training shirt.

"I'm a yer command, my dear," He hummed, his voice still scratchy with a hint of grogginess to it as you pecked his lips a few times. He was about to pull you in with one arm around your curves when you chuckled and pushed him back on the bed. He bounced, laughter on his lips as you grabbed a sweatshirt to throw on and tip toe out of the room. You could hear him tearing down the bedsheets and humming to himself as you made it to the tiny kitchen and took out your phone, already knowing what to order while you got out your tea bags and a fresh kettle of water on the stove.

You were an after school teacher to 5 and 6 years old at the local Muggle town you and Oliver were living in, a small little town that was not too far away from the city and not too far away from the Magical communities in the countryside. Ever since the war, more Magical families were steering out to be amongst the Muggles since it was no longer shamed up or dangerous. With Voldermort gone and his followers once again fleeing to the shadows, things felt a lot safer and easier for the rest of the Wizarding community. The first thing you and Oliver did was move out into a small little town, traveling distance to your families and yet out of site from the linger gossip that was still there about Voldemort.

Teaching little ones was a blessing for you, taking over at the local primary school in the afternoon to watch the children until their parents came to get them from work. Of course, you never used magic in front of Muggles, but you never minded bringing some wonder and joy to them in Arts and Crafts and outdoor exploring in the countryside. Before you knew it, you were becoming popular with the children and their parents, which made you happy since you were hesitant if you wanted to have your own children down the road with Oliver. Oliver was still on the Reserved team for Puddlemore, though he was branching out to do more Quidditch reporting for the Daily Prophet. He even had to Apparate to the Ministry of Magic a few times a month to turn in his reports and pieces he would write, giving him a good chunk of change for the pair of you.

But of course, working with children came with a price: catching their germs.

You hung up the phone and grinned, knowing your soup would arrive to your doorstep within the next 20 minutes since the local restaurants down the road had the best Chicken Noodle Soup. They knew of you and Oliver, finding you two an adorable couple, and they were going to deliver the soup fresh. Hearing the kettle sing, you turned off the burner and poured out the water into the two awaiting cups. Back in your bedroom room, you could hear Oliver playing a Vinyl on your record player, instantly lifting your mood since Oliver was entranced with the device. You grabbed the two hot mugs and walked back to the bedroom, peering in to see Oliver smoothing out a fresh set of sheets for your bed and then tossing the comforter back on. You had to roll your eyes.

"Really?" You asked, waltzing in as you handed him his cup of tea.

"It's not like we're gonna not sleep it in again," Oliver reasoned with a shrug then taking the quilt that was at the end of the bed to drape over the pair of you.

"How come you always end up under my blanket?" You asked him with amusement as you gestured to the quilt that he placed over your own legs as you joined him on the bed, "This is actually mine, you know, my mum made it for me!"

"It's cozy and it's warm," Oliver explained while you took a sip from your mug, tasting the warm herbs and the soothing flavors on your tongue, "I've always liked this blanket, plus it's always brought us luck,"

"How?" You question him.

"Well for one, you got this on your graduation day from Hogwarts, and that was the day I proposed to you," He explained to you, having you grin, "And It the first thing we brought with us to this little place we have here. And, it had your odl Quidditch shirt sewn in it,"

Your mother wanted to give to you on the day you graduated from Hogwarts, presenting it to you as you met with her and your father on the Hogwarts lawn in the early June afternoon. Your old Quidditch training shirts were sewn in the squares, a few dating back to when you first joined the team your second year as a swing Chaser. But you worked your way up to being Second Captain, behind Oliver of course who was beaming with pride on that day too when you showed him. The stitching in the fabric, the thickness of it too, you knew your mother worked hard to make it perfect.

And it was.

"Let's finish our tea before our soup comes in the next few minutes, and we can relax in bed for the day," Oliver explained as you both were sipping your tea, "We haven't had a day together in a few weeks any who,"

"Just don't spill on the bed then," You teased, Oliver wrapping an arm around your shoulders to have you lean against him and the midday sun pouring into your little window. Life still crept day, even after the war at Hogwarts and loosing some loved one along the way. all you could do was take each day, Oliver next to you with his hand holding yours, and make sure you never looked back.

And as your soup was delivered and you both fed each other in your bed, giggling every once in awhile at how Oliver nearly spilled the hot soup on your sheet, you knew the that were were lighter days ahead.

Oliver had your days lighter, and he always will.

The End.

January Prompt Part 2.

[therealvinelle]

Is there a way to make the imprinting not so bad? I can see how a species might have it as a way to pass on superior genes and all,but maybe just not have the whole. revolve around their imprint... and not when theyre a baby or kid... like it would make sense if they were at least sexually um i forgot what its called. like. mature yes. although i guess humans are technically sexually mature quite young alr :/ damn it!!

Well, the concept of imprinting is that bad. That person becomes your one and all, the one you have to be with. It's the soulmate trope, only where Ao3 authors make their OTP find writing on their forearms, Meyer had teenagers look lovingly at toddlers, "She's the one."

As it is, we already have canon insisting it's not bad at all, nothing inherently sexual about Jacob and Quill's imprints on Renesmee and Jacob, it's just that Jacob gave Renesmee a promise ring when she was three months old and he will always, for the rest of his life, depend on seeing her as much as possible in order to function.

Plenty of people make excuses for imprinting already, so if you take their arguments at face value then sure, imprinting's not bad at all.

As it is, making imprinting less bad would mean one of two things: one, we make it more palatable while failing to fix the problem:

Jacob imprints on Renesmee: she's not sexually mature, so he's not going to feel anything but fond big brother feelings until she gets there. This is already canon, but with extra steps.

Jacob looks at Renesmee, doesn't imprint, seven years later she's sexually mature and he does imprint: now Renesmee's experiencing the same as every other adolescent girl experiences when her parents' male friend who's watched her grow up suddenly discovers she's a woman.

Jacob and Renesmee start dating of their own accord, they fall in love, and Jacob imprints: now we're where we are with Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim, and Paul and Rachel, which is that Jacob is completely dependent on her and she can never break up because it would kill him.

So, no good.

The other option is that there's no mystical bond tying them together, they both have the choice to step away from the relationship. Imprinting just means you're really, stupidly attracted to someone, 10/10 would go for it, but you can choose not to.

But now we're looking at a very different beast from imprinting, one where commitment won't be a thing at all because if imprinting worked like this I imagine the individual shifter would be able to imprint several times. There's no concept of imprinting for that matter, just Jared not being able to keep in his pants and holy god does he have a lot of kids running around.

[lalalenii]

Our boi Bob für den character ask? 👀

xoxo

1: sexuality headcanon

Bob invented being bisexual

2: otp

PB&J

3: brotp

Jelena also lowkey Mathilda

4: notp

Jelena and Lesley

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Bobs gonna go study Journalism in Boston and in the beginning he takes the t3i split the easiest but later on he considers quitting several times bc he needs his investigaytors back

6: favorite line from this character

"Mensch Just, du bist doch sonst so helle. Er meint den Rolls Royce"

7: one way in which I relate to this character

His love for music <3

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

How awkward he gets around Sheila 😭 keep it in your pants

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Problematic cinnamon roll

[sidneyb16]

Escape The Night: The Christmas Special

"I just wanna welcome you to Christmas

Let me sneak into your speakers, listen

I'll be singing, "Oh, oh, oh, oh""

An alternate universe where all the escape the night Youtubers are alive and happy and spending christmas together and nothing bad ever happens to them

• Ro buys Christmas cards for everyone's gifts and write sweet notes in them to everyone like a sweet little cinnamon roll she is

• JC, Roi, Teala, Manny and Nikita sneak out when everyone is asleep to make cookies and do face masks and watch Christmas movies on Netflix

• Nikita puts mistletoe all over the house, no one is safe

• The Youtubers have cameras to take pictures and videos

• Tyler Eva and Matt up at night SCREAMING the words to every Christmas song on the playlist while Rosanna is recording and laughing

• When they all go to the carnival, Matt and Nikita both see a huge plush reindeer at one of the carnival games and immediately start competing for it then Rosanna beats them both

• All the ETN girls get reindeer headbands and take selfies

• Ro gets so tired one day from Christmas shopping and Matt notices this, gently picks her up and sets her on the bed, and sets down a bag with a pair of pajama pants, throw blankets, hot cocoa mix, their favorite Christmas movies and chocolate chip cookie dough he literally would not care how late it was he just can't stand seeing his little sister sad he thinks about how precious she looks in the pajamas snuggled up under the blankets and he just wanted to hug her so tight he just loves her so much

• Matt, Ro and Safiya all share a room in the house

• One night Matt, Ro and Safiya are watching the Polar Express and halfway through the movie Ro just starts crying right in the middle of the "When Christmas Comes to Town" scene and Matt and Safiya get super worried, turn off the movie and they all end up sleeping on the couch

• One day Ro and Nikita are in the snow and Safiya and Matt are worried that she'll get a cold but Nikita keeps assuring them she'll be fine

• "Guys, calm down, Ro's just fine"

• Ro ended up getting a cold the next day and Matt goes off the second he sees her temperature

• "YOU TOLD US RO WAS JUST FINE!"

• Matt has a picture of Ro from one time when she was taking a nap on the couch in a fluffy reindeer blanket and he sends the picture to Safiya and they're both gushing over how adorable she is

• Ro's massive guilty pleasure is Hallmark Christmas movies, and one day Matt and Bretman saw her watching one and now they're obsessed

• Nikita would never in a billion years admit this out loud, but she loves Matt so much, she has a picture of when they were taking a nap while wrapping presents and she never got rid of it or burned it

• Joey finds a massive Christmas festival in the town of Everlock with games, concessions and a photo booth for him and all of his friends to go to

• Ro stays up super late wrapping Christmas presents

• Joey tries to get Matt and Ro under the mistletoe because he ships them like FedEx (YES)

• Joey and Liza being massive shippers, Liza's OTP is Bretman and Alex (YES) and Joey's OTP is Ro and Matt (YES)

• Joey: "OH COME ON THEY'RE SO CUTE TOGETHER"

• Ro insists on buying toys to donate to charities (She's an angel, of course she's doing that)

• Matt and Nikita remain competitive, no matter what they're doing (wrapping presents, making gingerbread houses, getting gifts for their friends, EVERYTHING, they're in a never ending competition)

Y'all add your own headcanons, I'll be adding my own over time bc I NEED an escape the night christmas special)

[verbenaa]

questions 11, 14, 16, and/or 30 for rin and astarion? 🥺

🥹 thank you soooo much for sending this in!!! I'm so happy and excited to answerrrr ❤️

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

I think Astarion definitely attempts to hide his emotions as he doesn't like to be seen as weak, but I also think that as time progresses he opens up a bit more when he is able to trust and feels safe. Rin can definitely always tell because Astarion and subtle are not two words I associate together 😅.

Rin also attempts to hide hers, but its 50/50 on whether she tries to brush it off (but is obviously annoyed) or start an argument 😤. Astarion can tell either way because she doesn't care to be subtle (unless she's trying to get something she wants, of course.)

14. How do each of their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

Fun question! I think their personalities compliment each other in a variety of ways! Rin isn't terrible judgmental, is decently permissive, and in general isn't too bothered by things like Astarion's prickliness or his mean streak. They're both a little snappy and gossipy, so they can enjoy their time together easily and neither is offended by the other. It's not hard for them to orbit each other because there's an ease there, an understanding.

However, they each have impulsivities that absolutely agitate the other, and I think that this is where they can clash a little bit in regards to decision-making. Rin also categorically dislikes Astarion's hunt for power, which is something that hasn't come up quite yet in the story but will later obviously. She wants to be free on her own terms and not under the thumb of anyone or anything else, and sees things like power as just another way to be controlled.

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Yes! They spend a lot of time just talking together at camp and this is something that flows into their life post-game as well. Even if it's just petty gossiping all evening, they have no problem talking about whatever with each other.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

Astarion is quick to say OUT with the oversized tunics and plain pants and IN with something lushly textured and deep in color, maybe in a lovely green to match her eyes. He comes across a beautiful deep green satin dress--low backed and high slitted, the fabric flowing with ease and sheen luminescent in the candlelight and Astarion's quite proud of himself at the find. His hands can't keep away from the bits of exposed skin, her blush at every touch far too enticing. He doesn't see her in dresses that often but he thinks he should try to be more convincing if this is to be the reward.

Rin picks out something blue for him, she thinks he looks terribly good in the color and flatters him greatly, after all. Perhaps a lovely velvet blue doublet with elegant silver embroidery and polished buttons up the front, tailored shirt underneath open low so she can catch little glimpses of the necklace she bought for him (along with his chest but shh he can't know that she's sneaking peeks, he'd never let her live it down.)(he definitely knows. and definitely allows it.)

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I'm not gonna go on anon for this. thoughts on Plo x Kit Fisto? ( is that a ship? If not it is now?) This is my revenge for the 104th brain rot you've given me 😂)

BABE!!!! HOLY!ASK HOLY!SHIP! OTP, BABY ♥ Crystaaaaaaaaaaaaal, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ;//////////////////////////////////////////;

PLOKIT, omg. PLOKIT. I swer bestie, I can't do this in a single post with a busted hand. PLOKIT. I SWEAR. I AM TRYING.

PLOKIT.

is the ship that I would gladly die for.

is the ship I am willing to leave my boyfriend for.

is the ship that would end me in an instant.

is the ship of all ships.

BECAUSE OH MY GOD, CRYSTAL. BEABE. PLEASE. This question. THIS. HAS. ME. WEAK. OK?!

The sheer amount of restraint I keep to put Kit and Plo at a RESPECTFUL DISTANCE because I cannot.

If you want absolute fucking entertainment, PloKit tags be your friend. THIS SHIP. IOMG. THIS SHIP IS LIKE. THE HOLY GRAIL FOR ME BESTIE.

IT CAN BE SEXUAL

IT CAN NOT BE SEXUAL

IT IS PURE BANTER

IT IS SILLY

IT IS ALWAYS WHOLESOME

IT IS PERFECTION.

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THESE:

I MEAN LIKE OKAY. WELCOME TO MY BABY GIRLS CLUB?! BECAUSE MY DILF BABY GIRLS OMG. YOU SEE HOW NON-SENSE THIS REPLY IS BECAUSE I CANNOT.

CRYSTAL WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

SEEEEEEEEEE I AM INCOHERENT AND I JUST WANNA IJDLAKJDALKSJDAKSJHDALSJKDAKHDJASLKL

CRYSTAL WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

OKAY SO LIKE OKAY. LET ME ANSWER YOU LIKE A NORMAL PERSON OKAY?>

PLOKIT.

PLO KIT IS EVERYTHING OKAY?

It is beyond pure. It is beyond perfect. It's reverent. It's silly. Because omg Kit poking fun at Plo's age is everything to me. Because they're besties, okay? Because I just want them to ashjksdkasdj all over each other in any way like it can be sexy times or not sexy times.

PLO IS A LITTLE SHIT BOY IN BIG BOY PANTS OKAY? AND KIT IS ALSO SHIT BOY IN SHIT BOY SHORTS. THEY ARE PERFECT, BESTIE. BABE. THEY ARE PERFECCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCT. LIKE I AM TELLING YOU. PERFECT.LASKJDSLDJLAKJDALKJDLKL

[justmaghookit]

15, 18, 20 for Donnie/Astarion AND 1, 5, 8 for Donnie/Raphael >:3c

OTP Questions!

Donnie and Astarion

15. Who would discreetly pinch the other one’s butt in public? 

Donnie is pretty respectful of Astarion's personal space and tends to keep his hands to himself in public, after they're closer though the vampire's hand practically lives on Donnie's ass. He is slipping his hand into the back pocket of the tieflings pants like 9 outta 10 times. You can tell if he's teasing him because Donnie's tail will twitch.

18. Who takes longer getting ready? 

I think they're both pretty fastidious about getting dressed and ready to go out but Astarion is frozen in and doesn't have hooves, horns and fur to take care of every morning. Donnie takes longer, but Astarion helps him out.

20. Who points at a dog when they see it?

Donnie's biggest secret is he loves cute things so if he see's a dog he WILL point it out and expects Astarion to comment on said cute dog. If Astarion see's a dog he will point it out because then he gets to see Donnie's big beaming smile when he looks at said dog

Donnie and Raphael.

1. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Raphael strikes me as the kind of guy to order the same thing on the menu at a familiar restaurant [the most expensive] whenever he goes out, devils don't need to eat so its mostly a flex of wealth. So Donnie will usually beat him to the ordering and do it for him if only to piss him off.

5. Who wakes up first?

devils don't need to sleep often so i imagine in most cases Raphael wont even go to sleep and will just leave Donnie dozing away, if he does sleep i think he sleeps deeply[its stated the longer a fiend puts off sleep the longer they'll have to stay asleep in some of the lore] in those cases Donnie wakes up before him as he's a naturally early riser

8. Who has bigger cravings? 

depends on what your definition of "craving" is, they both crave power and prestige and are willing to do terrible things to get at it. In au's where Donnie has himself become a devil he specifically craves love, adoration and attention and can become extremely violent if denied the affection he believes he deserves to the point even Raphael has trouble handling him at times