#siiiighs reach

[ro4dlj]

Personal designs again.... (Also once more for a commission)

Stayyy fresh

[aleximustd13]

Three monkeys hitting keys at random on typewriters for an infinite amount of time will almost surely produce something better than whatever i'm doing right now

[heymrspatel]

you awaken to find me mere centimeters from your face, waiting for you to be conscious for my attack (not telling u what kind)

oh sweet jesus i'm sorry for yelping in your face the second i cracked my eyes open! that's the breathing i was hearing in my dreams? just huffin' and puffin' right in my face huh? O_O

but you know that i latched on as soon as i registered your cute ass face. like you know. attack away. do with me what you will. i'm at your mercy. although.. um.. maybe no tickle attack, because i lose all control of my limbs and quite frankly become a monster and no one wants to see that. other than that though, have at it! 😇💙

[liminalweirdo]

the petition to halt the passage of North Carolina's Bill 237 which wants to Ban masks in public (siiiigh) is trying to reach 25,000 signatures.

You can sign even if you aren't in NC or the US.

More action items:

Here is a google doc with a script for opposing Lopez’s Proposed Ordinance Introduced to Chicago’s City Council on May 22, 2024, and includes information on how to find your alderman

If you are frequently in Chicago for medical appointments, visiting family or friends, etc., find out what ward you spend the most time in here and make note of the Alderman’s email and phone number. Otherwise, you can focus on Alderman Lopez at ward15@cityofchicago.org / 773-823-1539.

Here is a script:

“I visit Chicago frequently for _________________ and I am writing to express my strong opposition to Ald. Lopez’s proposed amendment to Title 8 of the Municipal Code of Chicago, “Enhanced penalties for concealing or attempting to conceal identity.”

If passed, this ordinance would prevent me from safely traveling to Chicago while wearing a mask, which is an essential safety device for me and all immunocompromised people. Furthermore, it would increase the number of people being sent to Illinois prisons, disproportionately affecting Black and brown Chicagoans; and it would undermine both public health and our constitutional right to protest.

Please oppose this ordinance so that I, and others like me, can continue traveling to Chicago. Thank you.

[joey-smack]

review of “the end is not the end” by house of heroes for @ismashedkasso666 !!

the cover made me giggle btw

intro - not rating cause pointless ya know

if - i give this one a 9/10 cause i like it a bunch :P. these lyrics making me ponder things too … ESPECIALLY “if you were mine, i’d have the world” cause like word!

lose control - 7/10. i like it, but it doesn’t particularly stand out. “i have no future and i have no past” i fw that haaard.

leave you now - 8/10. for some reason, my favorite part is the bass LMAO. i also want to comment that this album is mixed very well… everything is the perfect volume and sounds very nice. “i can’t leave you now / i got nowhere to go anyhow” luv it.

dangerous - 10/10. i reaaaally like this one. i can’t even put lyrics here cause i love them all!!!! this one is def going on a playlist of mine. i am thanking you for making me hear this.

in the valley of the dying son - 9/10. at first i thought i wasn’t gonna like it but i reaaally do. i like the little solo part & honestly the whole song. literally just “i’m thinking of you” yes dawg i am always thinking of u 🙏🏼💔

code name : raven - 8.8/10. these cats are cookin! LMAO. this one is pretty good, i like his vocals a bunch. “you’re the only reason i stayed” / “i’m on your side until my body drains of blood” this dude GETS it.

by your side - 100/10. i looove a good sappy/acoustic song. this one is good as freak like i’m feeling it for real !!!!! “just to see your face for a moment, i’d cross the ocean again” uhh yeah most certainly … i feel like this guy just stole all my internal thoughts or smthn >_<. this song hurts, but i love it regardless.

journey into space (pt.1) - 7.5/10. i found it a liiiittle boring … don’t hate me pls 💔. it wasn’t bad, tho. the lyrics are a bit repetitive x_x.

sooner or later - 9/10. i like this one a bunch. “we never had a chance but i’m happy we that we tried” DO YOU WANT ME TO KMS!? guh. this one is super super good.

baby’s a red - 11/10. WHY IS THIS ONE MAKING ME EMOTIONAL????? okay listen i feel music harder than literally anything so like. good lird. i love this song, it’s so sweet T-T. “i will testify that i loved you” / “only that i loved you until death” YOU’RE KILLING ME!

drown - 8.9/10. this one is pretty good. “sacrifice your pride to find a new beginning” very, very true…

faces - 9.2/10. siiiigh… again, he gets me. “i only want what’s bad for me” girlll me too LMAO. i can’t properly convey my thoughts here for some reason, but i quite like this one.

voices - 6.8/10. guhh… i didn’t care much for this one </3. it could’ve been better i think.

field of daggers - 8/10. very pretty ^_^. seems religious in a way? i may be a little stupid and interpreting the lyrics incorrectly, but that’s how it sounds. the outro is very nice.

new moon - 8.5/10. “i feel the aching of an old bruise healing” gguuuuuhhhh!!! lyricism is off-the-charts. i am still taken aback at how well this album sounds, i’m seriously impressed.

ghost - 9.8/10. :-(. this one just hurts zawg… sigh. i think it’s a very fitting closing track for the album. i really like his voice, it’s versatile and fits the lyrics well. “i got my freedom, but it feels like emptiness” / “i wanna fade away driftin’ out your life” good lird. i cant even. do u want to see me cry brotha …

WE HAVE REACHED THE END!!! overall, i think i give it an 8.9/10. i did not expect to like it so much, but i really do ^_^! thank you for showing me this, i WILL kiss u on the mouth 4 this cause it is srs great. i hope my review is sufficient 💘!!!

[strwbrrycough]

Daydreaming about giving the sloppiest head to a pretty boy rn and it’s so out of reach at the moment *siiiigh*

why is life so unfair >.<

[grubfreak]

sighe ... am sleepy ...🌱🎼 thinkin ...

Him staying up much too late, work work workin on his things ... tired ... crabby ... and I wake up in the middle of it, wiping my sleepy face, seeing he is still awake ... I call out to him all groggy and slowly stumble up and wrap my arms around his shoulders and try to get him to come to bed ... but he is Set on workin ...

so i start kissin on Him gently and sleepily, from his cheekbones to his jaw, gently holding him to my chest from behind ... and he starts to get mildly distracted, but it isnt enough ... so I go from his jaw to his neck, gently tugging him in hopes of getting him off his seat ..... sigh

and it works ...

"Okay ... Okay. I'm... I'm coming."

I don't let go of him ...

He snuffs out his candles and slowly rises ans turns to wrap himself around me, and picks me up all nicely ... and he lays me down before he starts undressing with the intentions of just changing but I am sleepy and want to hold him more so I pull up to hold all the skin I can on him ... tummy and waist and hips and chest ... gently kissing his skin and he gets all flushy ... and then i start biting him and he gets even more flushy. .. sigh ...

"Buggy," his own voice is low and laced with exhaustion .... "you barely have your eyes open ... we shouldnt -"

"Hush, you ..." I kiss down his tummy .... to his waiiistbannndd ..... "You have been stressed all day .. let me make you feel ... nice ..."

I want to ..... Aagasgh (〃´𓎟`〃)

And he lets me ..... h

I gently tug his clothes off and pull him down with me and we get all snug ... and he makes sure i am ok and conscious and is all worried because he is always worried about stuff like this. . .. aa

I kiss over his skin again and wriggle down to his cock and its already getting hard just from peppered kisses and gentle touch ... siiiigh ♡ kissing its tip and looking up at him with sleepy eyes ...

"I love you..." I kiss ... "You work so hard ... let me ... make you feel nice ...♡" I kissssss ss ss... ♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡

he is so flustered ... and shy and sweet and aaag!!! we are both so sleepy ... but that makes it better ..!!!! his off-color claws gently run through my hair as i kiss down the shaft and he gets harder with each little smooch and he starts feeling all fuzzy aaheehee... my pretty blue prince. . .. ego-boy♡

i yawn and instead of closing my mouth i wrap my lips around his tip and he shudders just a tiny bit ... so sensitive ... and pent up ..!!! he is gentle with my hair and relaxes just a little into the mattress as i make my way down his cock .. every inch filling my mouth , oh Joy. .. .. !!!⊹₊ ⋆

his breathing getting all shaky as i reward him for all his hard work ... letting his pretty blue lashes flutter shut and the tension leaving his body in the form of sultry little moans ... occasionally bucking his hips up into my face needily if i stray away for what He considers 'too long' ... his sleepy indigo eyes meeting my own so sweetly and he cant help but feel so happy because he loves me so much...

"My Cicada.." he breathes out ... "You always look ... so beautiful for me.. " aaah .. !!!!!!!!!! hh (〃´𓎟`〃)

and i go faster ... i cant help but wag my tail because i love seeing him relax and feel so happy and aah.. he is just so prettyyyy.. !!! my pretty boyyy ... ludbug ♡ every sound he makes and every staggered breath makes me feel fuzzy and i get hard too but let it be ... he is my focus right now ... even if i am already rutting a little against the bed .. ♡!♡

His breathing becoming heavier as i suck him off so nicely , my hands trailing up an down his chubby waist and then reaching up to his own ... and he moves one of his hands to hold mine and he squeezes it so tenderly it makes me wanna hurl ... romance ♡♡♡ relaxing so much into the bed he doesn't even realize that he is becoming a little loud and its okay .. i dont mind it, and it fuels me ... his joy fuels me .. ♡

"Oh, Cicada ... ♡" he croons ... it makes me wanna finish in my boxers but i hold off ... because it would be rude for me to do that i wouldnt wanna make a mess .....

He begins to hold me tighter, fingers interlacing with my hair to hold me down ... aaa ... i keep myself wrapped around his dick and let my tongue roam his length and he tastes sssooo goooodddhh. ... I cant help but moan .. i love himnm ..... mmm♡ and he gets closer .. and closer ..

He squeezes my hand tighter, bucking his hips up into my face and i feel every inch shoved inside and i love it i love it i love him.. with a sharp breath he would try to be quiet but oh. . . he cant help himself ... He cums inside my mouth and lets out such beautiful sounds that i end up cumming in my boxers too ... hand staggering against my boxers while the other squeezes his own ... he tastesss so good ... and i try to swallow him all, but theres ssooo much ... owh ... i pull away because i can only take so much in my mouth and i end up getting it on my face as i try to swallow the rest ... so good ... ♡!♡!

His body tingling so sweetly as he calms himself down ... perfect body expelling the last bits of cum on my face and i am too sleepy to care about the mess on me ... we both pant together and i lap up any mess left on his pretty cock and he twitches every time i do .. mm .... ♡⊹₊ his voice is so entrancing. .. .

"Oh, sweet boy ..." He'd wipe cum off my cheeks and i lick it off his hands ... i dont want it to be wasted .. it would make me sad ... "I didn't mean to .. make a mess on your pretty face ..."

"Shhhh .." I kiss up his cock, and wriggle up to his face and kiss his cheek ... and he holds me close and feels much more relaxed and sleepy ... and he completely forgot about the work he was engrossed in ... oh , joy..!!!! aaa ...

forgive me .. i am so sleepy . i love him so muxhhhhxnxnxbxbbd aaaa

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა

[sweetfirebird]

I am not sure how to promote this book. I never expected it to sell well, mind you. But I can't even generate a tiny bit of hype because I don't even have a release date even though the thing is done. It's not going to have a long preorder period either. I guess a drop release? Like A Heaven to Reach For? (Though that was a surprise story to me too). I can just pretend I am a cool music star who releases whole albums as a surprise I guess.

sigh. though. siiiigh.

[dcvilgrams]

writer asks! 🥺 ✨ 🛠 and 🧠 for Satan

🥺: IS THERE A CERTAIN TYPE OF MOMENT OR COMMON INTERACTION BETWEEN YOUR CHARACTERS THAT NEVER FAILS TO PUT YOU IN YOUR FEELS?

oh man for Satan??? definitely his interactions with Xhura forever and always but especially when they make their pact. it's just so cute and wholesome and they understand being the 'odd one out' even in a family of oddballs and they just... really are there for each other, y'know??

like look here, aren't they so cute???

came back to this once I reached the last question realizing you meant the headcanon was for Satan and not all of the questions, including this one—oh well, enjoy the foot blurb XD

But Satan just laughs at first. "Right now?" That's not as funny as— "on your hand?" He's nice enough to want Xhura to think that through. He knows a witch with a pact mark on her tongue and does not envy the demon who tastes everything. “Well—where the hell else would it go? ... If my hand isn’t good enough, how about my foot!” He goes in for another light kick like earlier. Everyone hates feet. It’s the perfect revenge. Satan effortlessly catches the foot swinging his way before it can make any more damaging contact. He laughs, fondly, with all of that trust and brotherly affection still fresh at the front of his mind— "Oh." He laughs even harder. "I suppose that serves us both right." And it's done. And it's beautiful. And, yeah, it's still pretty funny.

✨: GIVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING A COMPLIMENT. GO ON NOW. YOU KNOW YOU DESERVE IT ;)

biiiiig siiiigh bc i literally suck at doing thisssss but I guess if I must then I must...

I guess I can compliment myself on my stream-of-consciousness writing style. I've been told that it makes certain introspective scenes and scenes that involve a lot of chaotic turmoil very exciting and immersive to read

🛠: WHAT TOOLS/PROGRAMS/APPS DO YOU USE TO WRITE?

I am a big advocate for using scrivener, as well as it's mind-mapping sister scapple. for script writing I have an old version of celtx installed on my laptop that doesn't require their new subscription thank god

scriv has been my godsend from day one and though it may be pricy, I've literally used it every day and for every chapter and writing blurb and idea that's popped into my head since I discovered it

🧠: PICK A CHARACTER, AND I'LL TELL YOU MY FAVORITE HEADCANON FOR THEM

my favorite headcanon for Satan is probably baby Satan, which was @houselamentation's idea first, and doesn't go with canon revealed in NB but it's still fucking hilarious to imagine a sharp-toothed hellion baby terrorizing the brothers when they first arrived in the Devildom

fanfic writer emoji ask | my ask

[deadgrantaires]

did my laundry, filled out all the updated forms for 2 of my doctors that requested them, help roommate organize his stuff a bit i am. exhuasted. frustrated about insurance (As usual) annoyed that i have a doctor appointment almsot eveyr day of the week the next three weeks. siiiigh i am just. reaching my limit i think! if i could at least. have all the insurance stuff figured out i wouldnt be as panicked but clearly i have no control on how much they decide to do their jobs so!!! [banging my head against the wall] whos ready to cl0ck in in 12 hours!!!!!!

[sebastianshaw]

@southern-belle-outcasts- “Yeeeah I saw that earlier. Siiiigh.” If it were just a dearly held headcanon of mine, I’d get it. No matter how many hints and subtext there are, they still are just that, and no one is required to share my views. But you literally SAW him say it in that panel from 2019. And, what I observed then is....no one else seemed to. As I’ve said before about it, fandom on Tumblr typically goes NUTS over the slightest hint of queerness. Hell, they reach like crazy a lot of the times, imo. But here Shaw is blatantly saying “I devour both men and women” in a clearly sexual sense and just. . .nothing. Did nobody read it? I think they did. They just didn’t make the connection they would if another character, one they LIKED, said this. Because no one likes Shaw, and on Tumblr, queerness is innately tied to likeability. Not respectability, but likeability. I’ve said before why I understand that people wouldn’t want Shaw for bi rep. . .but the Tumblr community seems to LOVE Mystique for it, and she’s EVERY nasty stereotype of bi women as malicious, manipulative, mentally unstable seductresses. But she’s also humanized, sympathetic, has the right politics. So she’s likeable. Sinister has NONE of those qualities, but he’s entertaining and fun to read in his current incarnation, so while some people have been critical of his OTT queercoding in the Krakoa era, most celebrate it. Because he’s likeable as a character, if not a person. Shaw’s not. Ergo, Shaw could probably fuck a man onscreen and people would claim he can’t be bi. The same way I’ve seen people very seriously talk about who “can” and “can’t” be queer, like saying Ellen D.egeneres is “a straight woman who just happens to fuck women” as if lesbians cant be nasty people. Or when people apologize for being/liking men or masc folks. It’s those same vibes, like sexuality and who you’re attracted to is not simply a gauge for if you’re good or not, but if you’re Cool or not. Mystique and Sinister and other beloved queer/queercoded villains may not be good, but they’re cool and liked and thus get to have their sexuality recognized. Shaw can put in just as much subtext---and hell, TEXTUAL text---and he doesn’t because he’s The Wrong Type of Person. He’s not a radical revolutionary or a fabulous quip-cracking queen, so hey, who cares, right? And it’s frustrating to me not as a fan of the character, which is small potatoes, and more because of this cultural trend it represents that Really Disturbs Me.

[rockanroller]

i…what? how did they even reach that…

siiiigh. Viv. didn’t you literally have Angel say something about how sex isn’t everything there is to him…so which is it?

Here it is.

[berrehjuice]

Come follow my new naughty blog to get y'alls juice

@berrehjuice

[bonvoyagenoona]

Question for you; make up sex BTS edition, what would it be like? 😇

[cracks knuckles]

Awrite, here we go. Still Thirsty Thursday for just under 3 mins in my time zone. Consider it a nightcap!

Jin isn't making up. Because you were wrong. But he'll definitely fuck you. (sigh) Yes, whatever, you look cute with your big, puppy eyes. And yeah, maybe he said some things that were wrong, too. (siiiigh) OK, sure, the way you're holding him close makes him feel... things. Your lips feel incredible on him. You're telling him you want to put them around his fingers. Nipples. Cock. But... maybe just stay here with this deep, wanting kiss. Press your sweet heart against his. TITS. Those sweet tits. But also that sweet, loving heart.

Yoongi's quiet, and that's saying something. You're not sure what it was that you said or did. He can tell based on the way your pupils are zigzagging back and forth, and the crease in your forehead is deepening, that you're trying to figure it out. It's not until you stop rationalizing and just look at him, steady and sultry and sorry gaze thawing the freeze-out. He finally smiles sheepishly. You sink down to your knees and bury your head in his lap. And when you reach for the buckle of his pants, he lets out a grunt, and a growl. All was already forgiven. But maybe he won't tell you so just yet.

Hobi doesn't quite slam the door. And he doesn't quite stomp back to the bedroom. And he hadn't quite made up his mind of what to do when he finds himself on the receiving end of your just-as-angry glare. But as soon as he barks, "I'm sorry, OK?!", you both realize that you'd forgotten what you were even fighting about. Your sorry is a little more soothing, as he climbs into bed next to you, spooning you, and starting to move his hips against you. "With this ass?" he asks. "Nothing to be sorry for."

How many times does Namjoon have to say it? He's sorry... He didn't mean to be so severe in the way he spoke to you just now. HE knows he can be a bit much. Don't turn away from him. Don't push away his arms, still heavier and stronger than you'd gotten used to. Don't block out his low murmur of your name. Don't ignore that warmth in your flesh. Don't reject the fingers finding their way into your jeans. Just come to him. And, soon enough, come for him.

Jimin's whining is too bearable because it sounds like he's singing to you from the hallway. "C'monnn, jagi. Let me innnn." You'd forgiven him hours ago, but you want to wring out as much as you can of this moment, your body pressed against the door, nipples hard, pussy wet, hands clawing desperately around the peephole as he bites his lip and sighs. You see the bouquet of flowers that he's fisting. He knocks again, and the door rattles against your too-sensitive body, shocks thrilling and tickling you. "Let me innn. Pleeeease." Oh, you'll let him in alright. Wherever he wants.

This would be much easier if Taehyung's pout weren't so damn cute. You can't believe you're apologizing for something so petty, but to Taehyung, it truly feels like a betrayal. You've fed him, done his laundry, even washed his hair in the tub. But he's still pouting in the mirror as he rubs product into his dark curls, towel threatening to slip off his waist as his arms work. When it does, you kneel down to pick it up. But you don't pick it up. You hold onto his thighs and look up at him, licking your lips, and thankful you finally see a hint of a smile.

Jungkook was never mad. But to hear you pleading for him to tear himself away from his game and come out of the bedroom to talk things out? Whimpering and moaning like that? It sounds way too much like another song you sing, one on this side of the door. He smirks at the countdown on his screen. You don't know it, but in about 15 seconds, he's going to throw open that door and pull you inside. He's going to throw you onto the bed. And he's going to turn up the volume on that song that you're singing. His tongue always knows where the dial is.

More Important Questions

[gavotteandgigue]

Ooh something for DickJay week??? That sounds intriguing 👀

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So.

This ask was from MONTHS ago, and @bearly-writing​ asked the same thing at the time but I never managed to finish anything for DickJay week because I hit a massive brick wall made up of cement brick writer’s blocks. I ended up posting a snippet of a different fic and 5 months later I got a chapter out, so maybe if I post a snippet of what was supposed to be the fluffy DickJay submission, 5 months later a chapter will magically appear too? Excerpt behind the cut:

Artemis is just out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her long hair. She settles herself down onto the couch in the den of their floating base when she hears it. 

Sigh. 

It's a drawn out breath that hisses rather loudly with the inhale, before pushing out in an equally noisy huff on the exhale.

It’s Jason. He’s sitting over in the corner in one of the arm chairs with his legs curled up on the seat. He has a book in hand, which he doesn’t seem to be reading if the way his eyes are staring blankly off into space are any indication.

Artemis ignores him. She reaches for the remote and turns on the television. There’s a reality cooking show she’s recently found that features a chef with a fiery temper. He screams and shouts every time one of the contestants makes a mistake. She likes him. She thinks he’s funny.

Siiiigh. 

There it is again. Artemis glances over to see that Jason has at least closed the book. He’s now just frowning at the cover. It's one of those literary classics he really likes. Pride and Perjury or something. The pages are dog-eared and worn.

Eventually he opens the book again and Artemis resumes watching her show. She turns the volume a little higher just in case.

Siiiiiiiigh. 

This time Jason slumps backward into his chair and drops the book on the floor. He groans in frustration and picks up the book again.

Artemis shoots him a glare. "If you're going to devolve into histrionics like a puerile teenager, can you do it in another room? I'm trying to watch a show."

Jason perks up at her attention, and as if he didn't even hear her remark, he says earnestly, "Hey Art, do you think I'm good enough for Dick?"

"By the Seven Beards, not this again," Artemis rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh of her own. Hers though, is tinged with irritation. Artemis turns her head away from the TV to look at him. "I thought you had an agreement. No killing in Gotham. If it's good enough for Batman it should be good enough for him."

Jason shakes his head. "No. I mean like am I worthy enough?" He pulls his legs up to his chest and tucks his face behind his knees as he says it, so that the last words are so muffled Artemis can barely hear them. He looks dejected. 

On the TV, the chef on the show is picking up a pan of chicken and throwing it on the floor. "Shit!" the chef says. "Absolute shit!"

Artemis thinks so too. Something's happened that Jason suddenly feels insecure about his relationship with Dick. She supposes this needs some attention, but it wouldn't do to tip her hand to her level of concern.

So she turns the volume down on the TV, then unwinds the towel about her hair. It's still a little damp, but dry enough to detangle. She motions Jason over and hands him a comb.

He gets up and plops himself beside her on the couch, then dutifully begins to comb out her hair starting from the ends. Artemis nods in approval. 

"It's just that, I thought Dick saw past all the stuff people say about me," Jason starts talking without being prompted. "I mean, I think he does. Maybe. But I didn't expect everyone else to weigh in too."

"Everyone else?"

"Well, I expected Bruce to be a jackass about it. And he was. He put me through the wringer like I was just out to ruin his precious golden boy." Jason sighs again, but his hands are steady as he carefully works the tangles up the length of her hair. "But then Dick’s whole crew showed up while I was getting groceries. Wally, Garth, even Donna. It wasn't exactly a shovel talk, but let's just say that between the three of them there wouldn't be anything left to bury. I thought at least Donna would give me the benefit of the doubt, but Dick's her best friend, so of course she'll take his side."

Jason sounds plaintive and cranky, but it's pretty clear that Jason feels hurt. He stops talking for a moment as he finishes running the comb through the entire length of Artemis' hair. Then he parts her hair into sections starting at her crown. The boy knows how to french braid. Artemis is marginally impressed.

When he starts overlapping the sections, gradually gathering more hair as he moves down, he continues with, "And then freaking Superman showed up. Gave me a talk about it being a good time to work on being a better person if I wanted to go out with Dick."

He's grumbling at this point, but he keeps winding the braid evenly. 

"What did Dick say?" Artemis asks.

Jason doesn't answer immediately, which probably isn't a good sign. He gives another one of those long sighs again, and says in a smaller voice than Artemis is used to hearing, "Dick just brushed it off. Said that his friends are just looking out for him. Which I guess makes sense, if they don't think I'm good enough."

"And who's looking out for you?"

Jason just shrugs. "I don't need anyone to look out for me."

As usual, Jason's wrong. He may have his faults, but it's plain as day that he's harbored feelings for Dick for a long time. He'd probably walk bare-footed over hot coals for Dick if he only asked. Anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool. She doesn't blame Dick’s friends for their loyalty, but the judgement is unwarranted. Artemis won't stand by and let Jason be bullied by his boyfriend's overzealous pals. And if Dick doesn't see what harm they've caused, then he has more than just a few choice words from Artemis coming his way.

Nevertheless, there's no reason to overreact. She'll wait and see what happens, and then make her move if necessary.

Jason finishes the braid and then looks around for something to tie it off with. Artemis hands him a hair band from her pocket and he finishes off the braid by adjusting some of the sections around her head.

"Anyway, thanks for listening," Jason gets up from the couch. "Wanted to get that off my chest. I'm sure nothing will come of it."

He looks a little more at ease as he picks up his discarded book and leaves the room. Afterward, she checks her hair in the mirror. The strands are neat and not too tight, and the style is well suited to keeping her hair from becoming a tangled mess during battle. The weave of the braid is thinner than a normal French braid though. It turns out Jason’s done a remarkably good job at plaiting her hair into a fishtail braid. 

Huh, Artemis thinks. Who knew?

............. to be continued

[phoneboxfairy]

Quarantine Fic Chapter 4!

All that remains is a silly epilogue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23417971/chapters/84978940

That afternoon saw Lucy laying on the couch with her nose buried in a book. She was so engrossed in her story that she didn’t notice when Natsu sat next to her.

…at least, not until she felt his hand stroke over her knee. A sweet chill ran down her spine.

“Natsuuuu. Cut that out. I’m trying to read.”

“No. I wanna touch you. You’re smart. You can read with my hand on your leg.”

Ooogh…

“Fine. As long as that hand minds its manners and stays right where it is. I can’t concentrate if you’re pawing at me.”

“Sheesh, alright, miss bossy.” Shrug, smile.

So Lucy read.

Truth be told it was hard to focus on her story when the touch of his hand brought delicious thoughts into her mind. By the time she finished the chapter and put the book down, those delicious thoughts were running rampant.

She made a show of stretching, felt the heat of his stare as he watched her.

Siiiigh.

“Lucy. There’s something you should know.”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“I don’t have any manners. Neither does my hand.” Growl. The naughty boy moved his naughty hand. He feathered his fingers down her thigh and traced the hem of her shorts. She squirmed.

“Mmm, how very rude.”

“I think ya like it when I get rude.” Stroking her inner thigh. Stoking the fire between her legs.

“I love it when you get rude.” Sensual purr. She shifted and spread her legs then reached down and unbuttoned the shorts. “Come here, Natsu. Let’s misbehave.”

“Hell yeah.” He growled, this sexy devilish look on his face as he pulled her shirt off. “Luce, have I told ya how fucking perfect you are? You ain’t even completely naked and I wanna devour ya.”

As if on cue she kicked away the shorts, spread her legs, and traced her hand over her exposed pussy.

“What’s stopping you, love?”

“Absolutely nothing.” He pounced. Shed his pants, claimed her mouth and body at the same time.

They moved together with animalistic fervor. He went hard and fast. Lucy mewled, feeling him hit every sweet spot just the way she looooved it.

She was brought back to earth by a rather ominous creaking sound from beneath her.

“Na…Natsu…st, stop stop stop.” He stopped, pulled out, shot her a look that was confused and slightly irritated. “I don’t want to break this couch. Take me to bed, love.”

Confusion and irritation were replaced by immediate comprehension and a sexy as hell grin.

“Anything you want, Lucy-baby.” So very carefully, he carried her across the room and settled her on the soft bed. Before he had a chance to get going again she stopped him with a “wait a minute” finger gesture then grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand.

Then she got on her knees, took his cock in her hand, and licked up some of the sticky sweet mess.

“Mmm. We taste delicious.”

“Hell yeah. Now hurry up and let me fuck ya.” His words sent a delicious tingle straight to her clit. She slathered a generous amount of lube on him before laying back, spreading her legs, and beckoning him over with a finger wiggle.

“Like I could ever say no to you. Mnnn…” She let out a moan feeling him push back into her depths. One hand tangled through already messy pink locks while the other dug into his shoulder.

Truth be told she was more than wet enough without the lube, and Gods only knew they would have had an incredible romp regardless.

But Lucy was rather adventurous. And the tingling sensation felt ohhh so good, especially with his warm cock savoring every inch of her.

“Gimme your hand.” Their hands intertwined. They shared slow, sweet kisses, making love with increased frenzy followed by the hazy bliss of afterglow.

Lucy giggled. Natsu peered up at her from the comfy pillow of her boobs.

“You okay?”

“Duh. I’m happy.” Lazy smile as she fluffed his hair. Natsu got the hint and climbed up to cuddle with her for a while. Turns out he was pretty happy too.

That last afternoon of quarantine was pretty relaxed. No sparring, just chilling and bonding in a different way.

The pair worked on cooking dinner. Lucy left the finishing touches to Natsu as she went to wash up and change.

Some time later when the meal was ready and Lucy came back, it was hard to tell which silly human was more awestruck. Lucy was rather impressed with his table setting skills. Natsu, on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

Ravishing, in a shimmering blue celestial gown, her hair in a loose halo around her body.

Eventually Natsu remembered where he was. He offered her a chair, scooted her close to the table, and took the seat next to her.

“Thanks, Natsu.” Her soft giggle was music to his ears.

They shared dinner in the sweet comfortable silence of lovers. Every so often Natsu would reach over and touch Lucy’s shoulder or stroke her back. And every time Lucy would respond by leaning over and kissing his nose or cheek, cute smile on her face.

So much more than friendship.

Once plates had been cleared Lucy snapped her fingers. Natsu watched, mesmerized, as her gown transformed into lingerie.

“I believe I’ll go to bed now. Care to join me?” She rarely used her cultured society girl voice, never really had a need to. But somehow the voice, the outfit, and the situation worked perfectly.

Natsu thought it was sexy as fuck.

By the time he got to the bed she had untied her panties and was laying on her back playing with her boobs. He could already see the delicious perk of her nipples peeking through the silky material.

He didn’t waste any time. Pants and briefs were discarded and he joined his beloved Lucy on the bed.

“Like what you see, love?”

“Yeah.”

“Then show me. Let’s make love, Natsu.”

“Anything for you, Lucy-baby.”

For most of the week, their activities had been more raunchy and wild. Tonight, though… Tonight was different. Each touch reverent, each kiss deep and tender. No animalistic frenzy, but rather, pure lovemaking in its barest form.

They moved together as one, Lucy’s legs wrapped around Natsu’s lower back, each motion accented by her little gasps and moans. Passion reached its peak and the pair crashed into one another’s arms.

Natsu rested his forehead on Lucy’s. More tender kisses, more sweet whispers of shared love.

For several moments relaxed shared silence. Then…

“hey Luce? Can we talk?”

“uhhh sure.” A pause. She snapped her fingers again, this time becoming wrapped in a nightgown that was simple and comfortable yet as beautiful as her other celestial garments.

She sat next to him on the bed.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Huh? Nah. Everything’s good. Lucy…” Here he took her hand. “…I wanna be your mate.”

Mate… The words made her blush.

“So you want to stay with me?”

“Duh. I just said that. Why not? I’ll even fix my place up for ya, make us a nice little cottage.”

“Natsu, you’d do all that…for me?”

“Yeah.” One word, accompanied by a genuine fang-bearing smile. Lucy couldn’t even attempt to verbalize her response. So, she pounced and hugged him, letting happy tears flow. “Is…that a yes?”

“duh…” Lucy giggled, face buried in chest and scarf. She heard Natsu laugh, relieved, and felt him run his hands through her hair.

“Gimme your hand.” Assuming he just wanted to hold her hand again Lucy did what she was told. Seconds later she felt him sliding something cool onto her finger.

Suddenly she knew exactly what Natsu had been working on earlier that week.

A ring… he made me a ring…

“Wow…it’s so pretty.” An opalescent blue stone was set in a cool metal band that fit her finger just right.

“Look on the inside.”

“Okay…?” Curious, Lucy slipped it off, and took a look at the inside of the band. There, in Natsu’s odd handwriting, were carved four letters. NaLu. Lucy couldn’t help smiling as she slipped the ring back on.

She also couldn’t help the tears of love and utter joy from flowing down her face as Natsu pulled her into a hug then kissed her.

Who would have thought…who could have ever imagined, that a week in quarantine for a silly magic bug would have changed so much?