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[sorrowsofsilence]

echo of my shadow • ns

pairing: noah sebastian!ghost x fem!reader

words: 1.7k

warnings: implied death, not necessarily 18+ but implied smut (fem!masturbation w/ mention of orgasm), mention of afterlife / paranormal existence

summary: his soul was lost, bound to find yours again in this life…and in every lifetime to come.

authors note: one of my fav movies is Just Like Heaven, and this was kinda inspired by that- and by auroras song Echo of My Shadow. I’d have to say this is probably one of my most emotional pieces other than “desolate love”, and I’m so proud of how it turned out. The “cover” pic is inspired by @veronicaphoenix s layout! (I adore how you present your work!)

“If I stay here any longer, I will stay here forever And the echo of my world will fade Will the edge of my sorrow be gone in the morning?”

Seasons changed and the years moved on, yet he remained the same.

Noah never knew why he stayed. Perhaps it was heartbreak, the loss of his love that restrained him; years dedicated to the mourning of his first and only devotion.

And as he wandered the earth he never knew what he was meant to find, until he saw you, the oak bench you sat upon withered with age.

At that moment his world stilled as his feet stopped carrying him across the gravel, the air around him stagnant as though the clock finally stopped, after all this time.

The sun was warm against your skin as the pencil scribbled across the page of your notebook. The dream was always the same, and reality faded as thoughts floated to the scene that had bothered you for months.

You sat along the river, waiting, and once his eyes met your own, the smile he gifted you made everything disappear- everything except him.

You swore he was a stranger, someone you never met before; but with each subconscious greeting he felt familiar, like a blanket being wrapped around you as you basked by a window, enthralled with the nostalgia of a thunderstorm.

It was as if his memories were being woven into an intricate tapestry, placed in your mind for his narrative to shine, ready to entangle with your own.

His voice was the only whisper evident in your realm of sleep.

As time passed the memories began to consume you, blurring the lines between reality and fiction; the image of him surrounding you even when awake.

These dreams carried on for months, and everything felt like it led up to this moment as you finally sat in the place that beckoned your name.

If he wasn’t here, perhaps you lived in a world of delusion, fated to fall into an abyss of lost vitality.

How would one mourn the loss of a dream?

As your pencil took over you let yourself rewrite his stories, the presence of him stronger with each stroke.

Noah stood further ahead on the path, a slight breeze inviting him closer, causing his long brunette hair to sway as his heart raced, knowing that pieces of himself were amongst the words you wrote.

He tried not to smile as you jot down the remembrance of him from your subconscious, watching as your leg bounced in concentration, fingers rising to tuck your hair behind your ear.

After all these years he thought you were gone. That his eyes would never find yours again.

With each step his soul yearned harder for yours, legs carrying him down the path.

He then stopped, mind rushing: what if you didn’t want him? What if you didn’t love him the way he had always loved you?

And as he stood there, vulnerable and afraid, you closed the notebook.

Shivers ran down your spine despite the sun that graced your skin, and your heart began to pound. His presence engulfed you as you pulled the book to your chest.

There was no one else in this world that could make you this nervous, it had to be him.

So, was he real?

Noah’s ears echoed as he watched you suck in a breath, leg bouncing faster as seconds passed.

Should he say something? Should he just walk away?

But then your head turned and your gaze met him, his October eyes staring into your spirit with longing.

He had been a soul with no home until he found you.

As he smiled with awe you couldn’t help but let one fall upon your lips in mimicry, the anxiety you once had leaving, replaced by the manifestation of him.

“If my life is just a moment and this world is ancient Then the light through my window will fade Young mountains, old rivers, I let them become me Right now”

Your skin grew cold as he stepped closer, and he hesitated to sit beside you for a moment before joining you on the bench.

Your eyes never left his, afraid he would disappear if you looked away.

He smiled again, and you melted, immersed in the world he had to offer.

Noah’s gaze was fixated as his eyes danced across your face, entranced, “You’re here.”

He knew you were in a different body, but you were the same soul that once encaptured his own; his very being devoted to you in every single life, until the day he perishes completely.

And although he was bound to this earth, the mere idea of you existing once again eased his racing mind, memories of the past leaving him something he hadn’t felt in a long time…hope.

“You’re not just a figment of my imagination,” You laughed quietly, almost reassuring yourself as it took everything in him to not reach for your hand, afraid to scare you away.

Noah shook his head and you studied his brunette locks, immersed in how they flowed and caressed the sides of his face. Your eyes trailed across his tattoos which had faded due to time, and somehow in the back of your mind, you remembered the stories of what each one meant.

You relaxed as he lingered next to you, his presence innately familiar and comforting. You recognized the way his hands rested on his thighs and the way his inked fingers brushed his hair away from his cheeks.

Your eyebrows narrowed in contemplation as if you’ve lived this moment before, not just in a dream. The Deja Vu made you feel like you’ve known this man for years- as if you’ve spent countless hours with him.

“Stay right here, stay in the light, my dear Until the love you crave falls in your arms, ooh I know your mind moves like a wave sometimes If you can't rise for us, do it for love”

You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around his torso, head pressed against his chest while he whispered delicate words into your ear.

It was the soul’s recognition of past connection.

“I’ve spent years searching for you,” Noah whispered, leaning toward you for a moment before pulling himself away, hesitating.

His words warmed your heart, the intimacy behind them a testimonial memoir to what once was.

“What makes me so special?” You asked, harboured by doubts at the stranger’s confession. How did he know you this whole time?

How have you not known him?

“You won’t remember,” He said thoughtfully, turning his gaze away from you for just a moment, staring at the water ahead, “Until I show you.”

The two of you watched the river carve through the sediment, years of memories washing along the path it created. Its song mirrored the echo of your love, entranced in the shadows your body created against the soil beneath you.

“I’ve dreamed of you,” the soft words left your lips as you pulled the notebook from your chest, resting its pages on your lap. Your thumb brushed along the suede cover, tempted to expose its secrets to the man next to you; but he already knew what was written.

“I know,” He replied, turning to watch you with admiration, “You called me here.”

Shaking your head you laughed, “But how? You were the one haunting my mind.”

“Your soul was finally ready.”

Noah was radiant, his skin almost glowing from the sun that shone above. He was here, and every other worry and thought left your mind, captivated by him.

You opened the notebook, showing him the pages of your words.

“You’re Noah,” You breathed, and he bit back a smile, beaming as his name fell off your tongue with an elegance no one but you could muster.

“And you’re Y/N,” he whispered, another cool breeze running down your neck as he breathed your name into the air.

⊹˚.

They were inseparable, as Noah got to know who she was in this life. He learned everything about her new being, who she became, and who she will continue to become.

But as the clock continued, the world was ready to let go of him.

He knew it would be time to go.

She stood in the mirror, her lover standing behind her. And when her soul begged for the stories of their past, he grew the courage to finally touch her, arms wrapping around in armoured protection.

Her body cooled, hands reaching up to hold his apparition as his touch passed the memories of them into her heart.

She loved him, then and now; always and forever.

How will she spend the rest of this lifetime without him?

“Promise me you won’t disappear,” She cried, staring at their reflection with the sorrows of silence embellishing her.

He leaned into her, caressing her earthly body as tears for him fell.

“If I stay here any longer, I will stay here forever Till the echo of my shadow is gone”

Noah promised her he would love her again. He would search for her in every world and every spec of existence he is to be in, just as he had finally done now.

As they laid upon her satin sheets she closed her eyes, his lips ghosting against hers in fated promises. His body sunk further into hers, possessing her being with his eulogy of confession.

Tenderness as sweet as honey, passion as strong as his dedication to her. Everything.

Her fingers danced down her skin, guided by his shadow as she pleasured herself. The breath of his touch against her desire made bumps adorn her skin, the chill from his distant lips gravitating their love.

Noah whispered to her that he would find her when this life came to an end.

“There are heroes within us, there are lovers around us They will be here forever, I know I know, I know”

She reached for him as her body clenched from intimacy, climax approaching as her chest heaved from his memory.

And as he began to fade away she smiled at him: a smile of pain and grief; of fortune and faith.

He would be there, waiting for her on the other side when the time came for them to live together once again.

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Subway Obsessions Arthur’s POV ch3

Arthur Fleck POV x Fem!Reader 

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Summary: Chapter 3 of the Subway Obsessions series from Arthurs POV. Arthur has had a rough couple of days since meeting Y/N. But she always has a way of making his day. This story follows their first date and a late ride on the subway home. Crowds aren't Y/Ns thing, Arthur does all he can to quell her unease. 

Warnings:  SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, public exhibitionism, begging, groping, mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, swearing, obsession, self-doubt, fem!reader, romantic smut, fluff (super-duper fluffy) 

A/N: And I'm baaaack!! With another installment of the subway series. Yall already know I love Arthur's perspective. Seeing how he loves us, diving into his psyche and knowing how he feels, what goes through his mind during those tender moments… ugh, I can't take it!! Eeeeee!! As always, I hope you all enjoy! Comments, criticisms, ideas, want to say hey? Reach out I welcome all!! But please be nice. Enjoy enjoyyyy!!! Cheers! 

Word Count: 8.2k

SERIES: Subway Obsessions  

CHAPTER 3: Easy 

Arthur was awoken suddenly, his mind jolting him awake. No alarm? He sleepily looks over from the sofa at the clock. Nope, I'm just up early. His mind has been waking him up every day before his alarm. It's as if his bodies circadian rhythm changed for her. Every night he went to sleep, it was hard knowing he had to wait until morning to call Y/N, he couldn’t wait. But he did, he waited, wanting to respect her time but chomping at the bit just the same. A good morning text every morning. A call before bed every night. He had spent every free second of his days as of late talking to her or texting her. Remarking at the pictures she would send him. Nothing too dirty or anything, he had just asked her for one for his contact photo. She had sent several and he saved every single one. He would look at them periodically throughout the day, a gentle reminder that things aren't as bad as they are sometimes in his mind. He found himself trying to divide his time between work, home, his mental health and her. A task not so easily done when your fully distracted he thought. Often reminiscing about the moments on the train throughout the day, he caught himself blushing. Always thinking about her, her voice, her smile, her smell. It's as if he could imagine her into being before him with his experiences alone. He would reach out, hoping for her to be there, but he settled for talking to her. He loved hearing her voice. After a long day of misery and being unable to breath under the cities fist of oppression, she was the breath of fresh air he so badly needed. Allowing him to shed the tatters of his ruined day and lay them at her feet.  

He could still feel her embrace from that night. He never wanted it to end. She held him so preciously. The way she cuddled him, holding him to her, embracing him, lightly caressing his skin, twirling his locks into little curls around her finger as she smiled upon him. He was spent that evening, putting all of his energy into her hoping to please her. He had a headache from pure exertion afterwards, but it was only slight, and nothing compared to the feeling she gave him. It was as if being with her, being inside her, made the world brighter, more inviting, more loving. Everything around her took on an ethereal glow and he thought, being with her made even the dingiest and darkest subway train car a warm and welcome environment. Her presence literally warping his world. This was not the case when she was gone. He held onto those moments dearly when his day began to darken. These past couple of days took him to a dark space. Dealing with state issues, no funding for his medications and having to navigate that. He was able to pay out of pocket for his generics at least. Y/N was his rock in this situation. Just being there to listen and understand. There wasn’t much she could do in those regards, but just hearing her voice after a rocky day made his body relax. He could rest easy when he knew she was on the other end of that phone. Some days he felt maybe he was being difficult dealing with his inner turmoil. If he ever was, she never made it seem that way. Always listening and giving compassion. She didn’t pretend to fully understand, yet she was kind enough to learn and to validate his experiences and emotions. Sometimes it still took him getting used to her kindness, it was so out of place, so foreign to him. But knowing her story and learning more about her every day, he knew she was the one. Really, he had known the first day he saw her weeks ago on the subway. He never told her he had watched her from a far, admiring her almost daily. He was elated he no longer had to follow her secretly. How lucky for him the way things went that evening a few nights ago. It was nothing he could have ever hoped for but everything he had wished and dreamed about… but even better! 

That night after getting dressed, he rode the train back with her to see her home safely. Not wanting to leave her, not yet not ever. He often thought about how she fell asleep that night. She fell from his shoulder to his chest as he cradled her, feeling the breath from her nose on his arms. Such tiny little breaths. He was so filled with love in that moment. He watched as she slept upon him, drifting off so calmly in his presence. She must really feel safe with me, he thought. He brushed the hair that would blow onto her face and tickle her. Hed brush a lock aside and she would crinkle her nose. He kissed her head, her hair, gingerly peppering kisses on her as she lay. Her calm sleeping face, so angelic, so serene and peaceful. In those moments she embodied everything he wished he could be, and he provided that space for her to flourish. As the train swayed its way through tunnel after endless tunnel, he watched her, smiling and lamenting of the nights earlier festivities. How open she was with him, the things she did to him. But he couldn’t help but feel pangs in his heart anytime he once again came to the realization she was here with him, fully, and willingly. As hesitant and doubtful as he may be, he felt confirmation with her sleeping on him. Such a simple act, so human, so… vulnerable. He thought… I love her. 

He held her, watching her chest rise and fall as she slept so comfortably on him. Little, barely audible sleep sounds escaping her lips. Those sounds drove him crazy, like a cuteness aggression taking over, he wanted to squeeze and kiss her. It's just how she made him feel, giddy, like a schoolboy with a crush. The feelings of trepidation and apprehension overshadowed by pure adoration and idolization. She looked so innocent, so sweet. He woke her up with a kiss to her forehead once the train arrived at platform 19. “Y/N, we’re here”  

He offered to walk her home but didn’t want the night to end. She opted to wander the streets with him for a while where they shared conversation. How pleasant it had been. They found a small park nestled amongst some dilapidated apartments. She excitedly grabbed his hand and dragged him to the swings where they spent much of the night. They swung and talked, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. His mind often drifted back to the moments on the subway. It was hard not to look at her and not see her naked now, not to see his face squeezed between her legs. She made mention of their actions a few times. Each time making his face blush with heat that spanned his body. She lamented how good he had made her feel, that she couldn’t believe they did that in such a place. She seemed excited, turned on even. He would chuckle bashfully in agreement. He didn’t know what took over him in those moments, but he was so thankful for those impulses. That instinctual vigor that overtook him. A reaction she caused deep within him without either of them having control over it. It was just, meant to happen, meant to be. 

She had stepped off her swing and walked to him as he slowed. He reached a handout to catch her face as she leaned in for a kiss. Always more than happy to oblige. Arthur loved kissing her, he could do this every moment of everyday. It perhaps felt even more intimate than the act of intercourse itself. The amount of oxytocin and serotonin that exploded within his brain when she would kiss him and pull him close was almost overwhelming.  He felt a sense of belonging, of attachment and an instant bond. Bodies touching but souls intertwined. Their connection felt deep, deeper than a one-night stand, deeper than a chance meeting. This felt like fate. It felt like purpose was being fulfilled in some way. They had stood there kissing for what seemed like hours as the night crept on, time ticking away into the future without notice. Their lips, mashing against one another with heated breaths against the night air. Being with her was easy. So easy. There were no barriers, no hindrances, no complications. Just the love that poured freely from her unto him.  

After some time, they eventually parted ways.  He walked her right to her door a couple blocks from the park on a silent street. It was a small unassuming house with a little patch of flowers in front of the porch, yellow lilies he noted. They stood on the stairs, time ticking by even slower now, neither wanting to part. Arthur worked up the courage in-between heated passionate kisses where they heavily groped one another to ask for her number. He wanted to keep in contact, hoping they could continue building this connection he felt between them. It was very obviously there, and something was brewing. He watched as she all but threw her things down to search for her phone. He reached out to help her hold her things. She fumbled her phone out of her bag, unlocking it and handing it to him. He put his number in her contacts under Arthur with a little heart. He smiled as he handed it back. She happily took his phone into her hands and put her number in as well. Y/N with a heart. He was truly smitten.  

She threw her arms around him, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. Holding him close as her feet nearly left the ground. He held her to him, caressing her back. She had asked him to contact her as soon as he got home to make sure he was safe. So sweet he thought, so caring and kind. He wanted to ravage her once more right then and there. But his feet stepped off the porch, step by step, stair by stair as their distance increased. She held onto his hands as long as she could, only letting go finger by finger as they parted ways. “Be safe, Arthur! Let me know when you’ve gotten home.” She beckoned to him. “I’ll text you when I get home and call you in the morning,” he turned back to say with a wave and a smile. He also wanted to see if she was still there watching him leave. She had a mournful look on her face covered up with a look of hope. He could sense her longing, her wish for him to stay. He wished he could. If she ever invited him in, he thought, I'll stay. If it is her wish. The walk home was cold and uneventful. He texted her as soon as he got home, assuring her he had arrived safely. 

He fell into the couch in a huff. What a night. The thoughts still circling in his mind, unable to pick one out to focus on. He could only focus on the feeling. How she made him feel. Every caress, every touch, every emotion that surfaced within him that he had never known or felt before. She was like a vacation, warm like a sunny beach day. He used the thought of her to escape when he needed. Closing his eyes and smiling from within. He cracked open his pack of cigs and lit one up, letting it burn, only reaching for a hit once or twice. Totally lost in his thoughts, reliving the moments with her on the train. Seeing her face look up at him. It felt like a dream, but he could still taste her on his lips. That familiar feeling rose within him once more, the want, the desire. He dragged himself to the shower, needing to wash his face but not wanting to wash her off of him. A conundrum. He pictured her face as the water poured over him from above. Dripping off each lock onto his chest as he tugged hastily at his cock. 

Nightly, he chased the high that she provided. Reaching into his pants and thinking of her on the trains bench seat, spread open for him. It wasn’t the same, it only gave him slight relief but left him with a burning deep within. He wanted her there, to be with him. Living off that night's memories, although it helped, he so badly wanted to make more with her. Nights were the loneliest for him. Especially after hanging up with her, the feeling of emptiness would once again envelope him, slowly seeping in. A sense of longing filled his core. It made his stomach do flips and his head fuzzy with desire.  

Waking up was the best part of his day. Anytime he got to speak to her was a highlight honestly. He looked forward to it every day, giving him something to live for, something nice in his life. Daily, she watered him, helping him grow and blossom. He cherished those moments, embraced them fully. She was like a drug to him, worse than him needing his Nic fix, she was more addictive, more satisfying than anything a pack of marbs could provide. She made his senses go haywire; his nerves frayed at the thought of just waiting for her to respond to his messages. She was there to listen when he had a bad day, offering support and a hearty humor that he appreciated. The way she reacted when he had told her he was jumped warmed his heart almost alleviating that pain. The anger he could hear in her voice, an air of protection he so badly wished he’d had growing up. How different might his life be if he had someone like her.  

Of course, she was understanding but there were still things he didn’t tell her, things he thought may scare her. His mind at war within itself. Knowing he can trust her but not trusting his own thoughts that told him he couldn't. He thought it best to wait and see. No one had known it was him anyway. Shit, he was protecting himself, something she had advised herself. It’s why he accepted the gun, its why those three guys who attacked him would no longer be able to attack anyone ever again. Especially her! He would kill for her without question. The news reported on the murders, but the cities incompetence played a huge part in his innocence. Reporting it was a ‘killer clown’ with every protestor donning clown masks it made the GCPD’s job impossible. Many people, other than him were growing ever tired of the climate that has been Gotham as of late. He probably wasn’t the only one taking matters into his own hands. The uncomfortableness of seeing the fliers posted around made him burst out in uncontrollable laughter that burned his throat as he tried to choke it down. Truly it was a traumatizing incident, one he wished never happened. He never wanted to hurt anyone, he had no choice, his thoughts ceased and something else took over. He wondered who that was, what it was. Was it simply survival instinct? He figured that must be it. They had beat him mercilessly and for no wrongdoing of his own. All he could surmise is that they were inebriated and taunting him due to his clothing and Carnival persona. Once he begun laughing, they attacked. Arthur never understood why people would be mean to someone whose job was to bring joy. Perhaps they were unhappy with themselves. Still no fault of his own and still, he took the brunt of their trauma, causing his own. A vicious cycle. A cycle that needed to end! He tried to push those moments out of his mind. There were happy memories on that subway, and that’s what he intended on focusing on. Her, she was what mattered to him. She was a thought that could practically erase that pain, doubt, and fear he so often felt. He thought, with her, I would never be alone again. Before her, smiling was difficult. She made it easy. 

He had spoken to her first thing this morning. Every time he called, she would answer with a boisterous “Arthur!” He looked forward to it every time he called. The excitement he could hear in her voice when she picked up the phone made him melt. He knew it was her day off and he had no gigs scheduled so he boasted about taking her out on a ‘real date’. He had said. She gleefully agreed. He had been so nervous to ask, planning what he would say, how he would say it, rehearsing all morning. It was no matter, she all but screamed yes as the words left his lips.  

After ending their conversation, he spent the day preparing. Doing laundry so he had clean clothes, showering, brushing his teeth. He wanted so badly to really impress her. As the evening drew on, he stopped at the corner mart to pick up some flowers. Yellow lilies, he remembered her having them at her home having taken mental note of that. He searched the florists but couldn't find any. Defeated he walked out sulking. Before too long he had turned a corner, a flash of bright yellow flowers with green stems growing from the side of a 24hr liquor store. He dropped to his knees and picked 12, ripping the stems from the ground, careful to preserve the petals. He painstakingly prepared them. Pulling off the roots and leaves. Stealing a ribbon off of one of the figures that lined the fireplace of him and his mother's apartment. He tired the white ribbon in a bow around the middle, holding the bouquet together. It wasn’t perfect but looked nice enough. The bow was slightly askew, he hoped she wouldn’t notice. He wore a fresh pressed white dress shirt and slacks. As he walked out the door, he grabbed his yellow corduroy jacket and locked the door behind him, eager to pick up Y/N and take her to his favorite diner. 

Upon arriving at her home, he shakily reached for the door to knock, flowers grasped in his sweaty palm. As excited as he was, the formality of it all made him slightly uncomfortable. He steadied himself and knocked 4 times. As he waited there he stealthily turned, holding his hand in front of his face breathing out of his mouth to check his breath. The nerves tearing at him internally. He second guessed himself, thinking maybe this was too much, it's not like how they’ve been before. But even in those instances he held himself skeptical. Still truly unwilling to accept that someone may actually like him genuinely. She did agree after all. As his inner thoughts battled within the confines of his mind the door opened. A big smile lit up her face and eyes sparkled behind wavy strands of hair that danced across her cheeks. He looked her up and down very quickly. A tight black button up sweater. Her skin peeked though in areas where their fabric stretched tighter over her body. A black skirt and bright white tennis shoes. He felt as if his jaw physically dropped, she was incredible. Every time he saw her. It was nothing like what he could remember or imagine. He could feel the tension lift from his body as his mind finally slowed and the negative thoughts got quieter. He reached out the hand holding the flowers to which she excitedly accepted. Her hands went up as she yelled his name, reaching out and wrapping him in a warm hug. He couldn’t think of the last time anyone was ever excited to see him. He thought, he’d give her all the flowers in the world everyday if he could.  

Throughout the night he tried his best to be a gentleman, remembering the points he had taken from some of his favorite romantic films. Some things he had taken an interest in since meeting Y/N. He would write down romantic quips and gestures in his journal any chance he got. Life was quickly consumed by her, every thought every action, was influenced by the thought of her. They had approached the bright red neon sign that read “Paulines”. Arthur gestured, ladies first as he opened the door for Y/N.  

The restaurant was Arthur's favorite, it was reminiscent of good times, times that weren't always so tough. He often found respite here on his lunch break, writing in his journal at the corner table. Today he opted for a both seat that seemed more intimate. The night continued on under the glow of white LEDs above. After ordering food and settling in Y/N had spoken up on his behalf when his food came back wrong. Something he wouldn’t have done himself; he would just as well leave it alone to avoid confrontation. The servers here weren't always the best he thought, but they weren't outwardly mean. He surmised that perhaps that’s why he liked it here. He could drink cup after cup of coffee, and they left him alone. Plus, the food was decent, even if it was wrong sometimes. She had noticed his distaste at seeing he was in fact given a tomato on his burger when he asked for none. Arthur watched in awe as she was able to be both affirmative yet kind in addressing the issue with the waiter. No confrontation, just straight across communication. They didn’t yell at her or scowl. The fact that she stood up for him, another unfamiliar feeling. He was filled with delight, feeling cared for in that moment. Amazing he thought, those particular situations were always a fear of his as it so often led to his outbursts of compulsory laughter and the negative observations of onlookers. Avoidance was best. But she did it like it was easy. He could feel the confidence that exuded from her being.  

Their conversations went as they always did at this point. Just picking up from where they left off prior. Asking about each other's day. He told her again how sorry he was for making her miss work, apologizing profusely.  He never wanted to meddle in a person's serious personal business, like work. Especially knowing the work, she does. She reassured him it was completely ok. She talked about work and about how she loved what she does and the people she helps but that the staff were like everyone else in this city. Mean spirited and truly uncaring. He joked that she should quit, not fully thinking about what he was saying before it came out. It was meant to be a joke. She laughed and agreed, perhaps she should. She looked him in the eyes saying she was thankful for every moment between them that night, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. That she couldn’t wait to have more like it. They both blushed knowing the heat of those moments as she brushed her leg over his under the table with a wink. The night started getting late. Neither could finish their food but split a piece of pie. Arthur hoped she enjoyed herself, he certainly enjoyed her company. He valued her presence with him. She added to his life, made him feel things he's never felt before, unexplored emotions and uncharted physical territory. He wanted to learn more, delve deeper.  

As they stepped outside, Arthur having opened the door for her. The first fall of rain touched their heads. Y/N looked up almost embracing the feeling. He watched as her eyes closed and a grin spread across her face as drops of water began to settle on her forehead and cheeks before sliding off her skin and onto her top. The simple beaty of the rain washing over her was tantric. Arthur slid his hand around her back, pulling her in and kissing her. She kissed him back immediately. Embracing him in the downpour as a hazy red glow from the neon sign of the diner lit up the wet sidewalk. Somehow, it felt magical, surreal. Arthur stepped forward, holding her back with one hand, and dipping her before pulling her back up for another kiss and spinning her around. Her face beamed, illuminated by the glow of the diners' lights. His heart never felt so full, so alive.  

She stole kiss after kiss on the way to the subway's platform. The touch of her lips on his, how she pecked his cheek or arms, wherever she could reach, left him reeling. He felt fuzzy, like his skin was vibrating, on a high from such a good outing. It really could not have gone better he thought. Where would the night take them? As he waited for the train with Y/N, he noticed a shift in her demeanor. She clung closer to him, holding his hand tightly. There was a crowd growing, passersby after a protest, perhaps they were going towards Gotham City Hall? Whatever the matter, he could sense her unease. She had brought up previously the murders that took place. Arthur still felt shame and guilt he hadn't even thought how it would affect her. He was at odds because this was also an act of self-defense. He feared her finding out it was him, that she may see him differently, not trust him or feel safe anymore. He decided it was something he would deal with on his own for now, so he avoided the subject entirely. It made him too uncomfortable to even think about. But he almost relished in the chaos. Not in a destructive way but in a way that validated him, validated his reasons for doing what he did. He wasn’t the only one in this city that felt this way. Not anymore.  

However this made him feel, it still affected him negatively in the way it affected her. She clearly didn’t like the crowds and was now apprehensive about subways even though she had nothing to worry about. It was him, and he would never hurt her. Still, he felt responsible and so, did his best to protect her peace. She laid her head on his shoulder, he followed and laid his head on hers, feeling her melt into him with such a simple gesture, returned affection.  

A whine got louder as the subway train approached and slowly braked. The doors open and Arthur leads the way, seeing an open seat towards the back of the car and squeezing through several people too distracted to move. Arthur stood by the seat waiting for her to sit by the window, away from all the prying eyes of the crowded train. He made sure to stow their leftovers from the diner under their seat before directing his attention back to her. Making sure she was ok, that she was comfortable. He gazed at the crowded train again, taking stock of the uproar caused by one man defending himself. Such simple actions with such big reactions, he thought it funny. He looked back to her. "Are you okay?" He asked genuinely with concern in his voice. “Yeah, you know it's just the crowds, it’s a little overwhelming is all. So many people.” She said while looking at the sea of folks that lined the subway car. She laid her head on his shoulder while he felt the weight of her words. “I’m sorry” he replied. He felt bad that she was uncomfortable and wanted to do anything to make her feel better. He couldn’t take back what he did but perhaps he could ease her tension? “What can I do?” He asked. “As long as you're here with me and touching me, I think I'll be ok” she said while looking up at him. A coy smile with her eyes closed and nose scrunched. Arthur pulled her in closer, close was never close enough with her. The way she would melt into his arms when he held her, like every bad thing in her day or life just disappeared with his touch. Everything that hardened her, he softened. She did the same for him he thought. Those terrible things were so distant when she was near. He held her close, caressing her arms and shoulders, squeezing her tight. The train started to clear out a bit. It wasn’t so crowded anymore, and things seemed a bit more lax. Arthur's mind raced as lustful thoughts began to brim. A montage of moments from the last time they rode the train together played out on his mind. He hoped she would invite him in tonight. Tonight, he would stay. 

The not so unfamiliar bleating of the trains speaker system announced a delay due to a breakdown. The voice robotically warbles, stating all passengers must exit and board the next train. It was only about five minutes behind, not too bad, but it basically repacked the train car with all passengers exiting, plus the ones waiting on the platform. Arthur stood to exit awaiting Y/N to stand to help her out of her seat. He grabbed the leftovers, and they were the last two off the train as an employee walked through the car ensuring it was empty of passengers. People had already begun boarding the next train. Arthur again led the way in but no train car they passed had an empty seat. They would have to stand until one opened up. Arthur made sure to at least find a spot towards the back away from the bulk of the crowd. It wasn’t the most ideal, but he tried to make it more bearable for Y/N. They pushed past people lining the sides of the cars, sprawled out across seats, reading books, listening to music, and chatting with other train goers. Typical subway ride, they did tend to be busier earlier in the nights when people were leaving work and heading to or from downtown Gotham.  

The train swayed as they made their way back to a somewhat secluded corner. Rails lined the edges at waist level and overhead with straps clinging to the poles for people to hold onto. Arthur set the leftovers on a ledge between the seats and the back area where they stood. She set her purse next to it scrambling for footing as the train made its way through the tunnels. He stood behind her to help steady her, wrapping a hand around her waist. She leaned into his grasp, sending shivers up his spine. Her backside pressed into his groin, and he couldn’t help the throbbing sensation that lit up every nerve. His thoughts once again wandering into the depths of his lust for her.  

The train moved on. stop by stop, people got on and off. Each time it left the platform it flung the train car into near darkness once more. He loved watching how the lights from the tunnel would stream across her curves, illuminating every inch of her delectable body. A delicious outline he traced into his memories. He reveled in every bump, every turn of the tunnel as it sent her into him. She had to brace herself often shifting her legs against him and pressing her ass to him. He could feel the soft and pliable squish of her flesh each time her body moved. Even in the slightest. He could feel his blood rush through his body, causing him to sweat, his hands balmy, his collar, too tight. Every time she would brush against him, he would let out a soft grunt, sucking in air through his teeth in a hiss. He was painfully hard, and he knew she could feel it. Her movements becoming more pronounced against him, more sensual, he thought. If she was still nervous, he could not tell. But if she was, the best way she said to help her was to touch her. Maybe that’s what she wanted? 

He leaned back against the wall next the cabins exit door. Bracing himself against the wall as the train continued on. He then reached out to her pulling her flush to him once more, only a step back. Still keeping her close, still protecting her. He could feel his member throbbing against her as he watched the other passengers in the train car. No one paying attention to anything other than their own lives. He scanned the crowd watching for prying eyes as he slid his hands up to her chest tugging at the fabric of her sweater and playfully squeezing each breast within his hands. He’s been wanting to touch the skin that peeked through the holes between the buttons since he first saw her tonight. He slipped his fingers inside, feeling the coldness and softness of her exposed skin. She laid her head back against him as he continued caressing her. He accidentally popped one of her buttons off on the sweater. He became afraid it would catch someone’s attention if it flew somewhere, but alas it did not. He could now fit his whole hand through the gap and began grabbing the flesh through his fingers, feeling her nipples harden under his touch and pinching them gently. His eyes on the crowd the entire time. No one could see, even if they could he wasn’t sure they’d know what they were seeing, not right away at least. But it was pretty obvious if anyone were to notice. He was actively groping her in front of everyone for all to see, and yet, she was still covered and reveling in the act.  

He kissed her neck and shoulders as he continued roaming her body, caressing, groping, and grabbing at her. He pulled her hair to the side, tenderly kissing her earlobe and behind her ear. She turned to kiss him. He met her lips with his own in a sloppy wet breathy lip lock. One of his hands began pioneering a trail south. Dancing ever so gently over her skin and sliding underneath her skirt. Her skirt was flowy enough that his hand underneath was mostly unnoticeable. It cascaded around his hand and wrist, covering up her bottom. For the most part. A lot of convincing was going on in his mind, in these moments. Reasoning why this is ok and how no one will know. An attempt to quell his own inner doubts. Regardless of those inner doubts he continued on. Ruled by his lust in these heated moments. His hand searched finding the lining of her panties then slowly slipped underneath. He could feel the heat emanating from her core. She was already soaked, ready, and waiting for him. He was taken aback again at how receiving she was to his touch, to his pervy advances. She had to have wanted it to, or be thinking the same right? His mind refocused.  

He laid his chin on her shoulder as she leaned into him. He nimbly traced his fingers along her slit, spreading her wetness, feeling it coat his fingers in a slick warm essence. He wanted to take her right there without a care of who might see. The heat rose within him at the touch of her wetness. A confirmation that she wanted him in that moment as well. Enveloped in her essence and steadily rubbing up and down her slit a sweet cry emerged. “Arthur” she spoke lightly in his ear while panting. “Please”. He both loved and hated when she would beg. He felt she should never need to, but that her doing it made him so incredibly weak. It was like a special set of magic words that made his brain go numb. Please. He would never refuse her. He slowly pushed two fingers in, and a moan escaped her lips. He immediately checked if anyone heard, trying to see if anyone was looking in their direction. The train car was so loud he doubted anyone could hear anything that wasn’t a scream or intentionally loud speaking. It appeared no one noticed so he continued on. Rocking his fingers into her with the motions of the train as a guide. Her whole-body weight was on him as she relaxed into his grip, opening her legs a little wider for him. Mmm, she was such a good girl. So easy to please.  

Arthur kept an eye on the crowd as he continued working his fingers within her, feeling her clench around him as she got closer and closer to the edge, bucking back into his every push. His length pressed firmly against her back, throbbing painfully beneath his pants. As if sensing his need, her hand reached down and began touching him through his pants. She traced the edges along his cock from length to tip. Again, that angelic voice pleaded in a voice he could never refuse. “Arthur, please” He picked his chin up off her shoulder to meet her gaze. Is this truly what she wanted? What she was ok with? There was still a good amount of people on the train, some would consider it a decent sized crowd. No free seats yet. But she was looking at him, pleadingly, begging for it. “It's ok” she mouthed to him. Giving him the confirmation he needed. He wouldn’t want to do anything she didn’t want to, but would let her take him as far as she would go. He would do anything for her. He was consumed with want. Arthur smiled while hastily reaching down to undo his pants in a way that wouldn’t draw attention. He also wouldn’t want them to completely fall down with movement. He shrunk back his hips and fumbled with the zipper before loosening his belt slightly and freeing his rock-hard length. It sprung up and pressed firm against her bare cheeks. The cold breeze against his blood-filled member almost stung, he couldn't wait to be inside her. So warm, so inviting, tight like a loving hug. 

He grasped her cheeks holding them firm against him, squeezing him, burying his cock in the flesh to warm himself. A shiver shot through his core. He grabbed hold of each cheek, looping her panties on one finger as he spread her open. She pushed herself back, perhaps the train did as it jolted. It was no matter; his tip was at her entrance, and he could feel his pulse in his throat. While he held her spread open, he slowly began pushing himself into her. A low groan fell from his lips as he felt her accept him. So wet, but so tight. Her walls quivered around his length as her body shook taking it all in. With one hand he held her safely to him and with the other he returned to her breasts squeezing and groping feverishly as he plunged himself painfully slow in and out of her. His eyes on the crowd scanning as his cock bottomed out inside her, hitting her cervix. But so slowly. The train doing most of the work for them, each sway, each turn or stop forcing her onto him deeper and deeper.  

He rested his chin on her once more, concentrating on his movements and making sure it wasn’t obvious what they were doing in front of everyone. He made sure to reassure her constantly. Whispering in her ear, asking if she was ok, if she liked it, and if she felt better. He was only met with hasty nods and moans mixed with unintelligible speech and half formed words. Everyone around them in their own little worlds. Scrolling their phones, talking, reading, sleeping, daydreaming and swaying with the movements of the train car they all shared. All while she bucked back into him, driving him to the edge of his own control. How much longer before he says fuck it and just gets down to it without a care as to who might see. Last time was different, it was later, less crowded. But the feeling remained the same. She made him bold, made him lose control in the best way possible. He thought, this last week, I’ve lived more in 7 days than some people do in eighty years. He finally had something to look forward to, to live for. And with her, it was so easy. 

Arthur had almost not noticed a seat opened up in front of them. The person had got up and never even looked back, for that he was thankful. He wasn’t sure of what he would have done or could have done should that have happened. He only hoped it looked like he was just holding her. In this moment he was weak, succumbed to her will, her every innate desire he was actively trying to fulfill. Every push more intense than the last. He would grunt with every thrust that filled her completely. Gasping for breath as his heart raced. She let out a cry as he buried himself once more, her walls clenching around him, pulling him closer to his breaking point. He immediately became self-aware and scanned the crowd once more, shooting a hand up to cover her mouth as he continued fucking her. “Shh, you gotta be good, or they’ll hear us” he whispered in her ear, knowing it was no fault of her own. She nodded behind his grip, and he continued. One hand over her mouth, one buried in her sweater while he slowly started increasing his speed. Her mouth was covered by his hand, giving him a bit of the confidence he needed to start going faster and harder. He continued thrusting his full length into her, slamming into her to the hilt. Her body jerked with every thrust as they hit a rhythm. She would buck against him as he slammed forward. Eliciting light cries of passion from both. 

He released his grip on her mouth as she reached in front of her, grasping a rail, bending only slightly to hold on. He thrusts a couple more times, grasping her hips and pulling her back into him as he buries himself deep. His cock spasming within. He thrusts one more time then holds her there to him almost releasing right there and having to stop for a moment. He wasn’t done, never wanted to be done. The conundrum of pleasure he thought. Wanting to get to that final point, but not wanting to stop the pleasure that brings you there. Which is better? She looked back at him eyes imploring him to continue, when he gestured with a nod of his head to the seat in front of them. He quickly shields himself and slides into the seat sitting somewhere in the middle. His manhood now glistening with her slick and laying flush against his abdomen. She follows, stepping over his feet as he pulls her on top of him and looks up at her with a smile. She was now blocked from the gaze of anyone who may look. Her back turned to them, her focus, on him.  

She took the lead as he sat, letting her do so. He watched as she shifted her legs to straddle him, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties to the side while grasping him firmly. He sucked in a gasp at the touch of her hands holding him and watched as she sat down slowly. Watching as he disappeared into her, filling her completely as she took her time allowing herself to adjust to his size in this position. Her face so angelic, so soft and cute. He looked into her eyes that sparkled at him as she slowly bucked her hips back and forth, grinding on him. He placed a hand on either hip, helping guide her, gently rocking her hips forward and back onto him. She kissed him hard lapping her tongue within his mouth, clanking teeth as she sucked and bit his lip before throwing her arms around him and burying her face in the crook of his neck. His hands held tight onto her backside as she began rocking faster on top of him. She would lift herself up ever so slightly before moving forward and slamming back down as she moved back. No one raised an eyebrow or looked in their direction. He was sure if they did all they would see is her head on his neck facing him, and the movements they were doing, well that could be from the train. After all they could be some pretty jerky rides at times.  

He closed his eyes feeling her passion exude through her movements. Driving herself wild, hitting all the right spots as he held her there. She began kissing his neck, biting, and sucking. Leaving marks upon his skin. He bit down on his lip, stifling a groan. Every movement of her against him was like a dance. One he met with vigor. His body was a language she spoke fluently, and she was bringing him close to his end. He laid his head back. Feeling himself inside her fully, the pressure and warmth that surrounded him with ecstasy. His breathing quickened as she whispered in his ear how badly she wanted him, how good he felt inside her, and that she wanted him to fuck her hard and come for her.  

Arthur began forcing her down with each thrust, meeting her with his own. He could feel her pull away from his neck. He looked up at her, focusing on the pleasure and the look of satisfaction on her face as she rode him in front of everybody. His body started to shake as each thrust pushed him closer and closer. He watched as she started to tremble with each thrust, small cries falling from her lips in little huffs as she looked at him pleadingly. Her face a dewy glow and flush red as she panted on top of him. She kissed his forehead as waves of passion began ripping through him. His body convulsed against hers. He could feel her tighten around him as she climaxed, clenching his length tightly within her, bringing him to his own climax. She had her arms wrapped around him as he held her still. His cock spasming deep within her, spilling his seed as he slowly rocked himself underneath her, filling her completely. Every pulsating shiver that shot through his body was met with one of her own as she panted in his ear, trying not to scream. With every convulsion he let out a low raspy groan into her hair. He felt her press her lips to his and exchanged a breathless sloppy kiss as they continued panting. Arthur still buried deep inside her. He could still feel her clench around him with every wave of pleasure that washed over her.  

He held her there for some time. Not wanting to let go, not wanting this to end. The train was nearly empty when Arthur took stock of the situation.  Not entirely sure when he lost control and stopped caring or paying attention. It was no matter. She sat atop him, cradled in his lap, still absorbing his essence. How warm her body felt, giving him a tingling sensation that buzzed his nerves. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her endlessly where he could. He gazed on as the train took on a familiar haze. Everything was brighter and took on an almost heavenly glow. A low ringing in his ears that quickly subsided. All he could feel was her chest rise and fall against him as she breath peacefully in his embrace. He wanted to head back to her home with her, but right now in this moment, there was nowhere else that he’d rather be than right here right now, inside of her. 

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In front of all your stupid friends Drunk!Alhaitham x Gn!reader Flufftober day 15

"If you kissed me would it be just like i dreamed?" T/w- Intoxicated people Summary- Based on this comic by Wiistef on insta

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Alhaitham usually wasn't the type of person to get drunk. He hardly ever went out anywhere, he was usually at home reading or at work. Tonight was Kaveh's birthday and Alhaitam wanted to drink so you, his partner, offered to stay sober. His friends also didn't know you were even if you had been dating for a few months. You were a bit worried alhaitham was going to say something while intoxicated.

About an hour later, Cyno, Kaveh and Alhaitham were completely drunk. You and Tighnari were happily just sipping on your favourite non-alcoholic drinks. Alhaitham was the most drunk out of all of them since he couldn't hold his liquor well. You sat there and prayed silently he didn't say anything

You looked over towards Alhaitham and smiled. He was adorable when he was out of character like this. You feel a slight blush creep up on your cheeks. Which became more when he rested his head on your shoulder.

"Y/n, it's so loud."

"Didn't take him for a lightweight." Chuckled tighnari. 

You looked at alhaitham, wrapping your arm around him, as 'friends' do. "Last time we did this he was pretty-"

Alhaitham shot up and interrupted you by poking your cheek. "Pretty? Y/ns pretty."

"H-huh?" 

The group chuckled seeing how soft the usually stoic man was towards you. He resumed his position on your shoulder, this time more cuddling into your neck. You just sat there face as red as a Jueyun Chilli. "Haitham…"

"Mm?"

"Your friends are here… you said that in front of all your friends…"

"And? Your point?" 

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"So you two are dating?" Tighnari asked smugly.

"Yup, can't wait to tell him what he did in the morning.”

"No one laughed at my joke..." Whimpered Cyno

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Meet your daughter

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*Eddie's pov*

I gasp as my eyes shot open, my body aching.  The memory of what happened ran through my head, but it was all alittle fuzzy. I remembered y/n holding me and crying.. I remember her telling me about the baby, wait! The baby!

I got up as fast I could and looked around. Where was everyone ?? It felt as of I just closed my eyes for a minute, but everyone was gone now. I need to get out of here.

*y/ns pov*

It's now been a year and a half. The our beautiful baby girl was now about 9 months old and she was perfect. She didn't fussy a whole lot, and loved babbling. And she looked just like Eddie, she has his eyes, and his frizzy hair.

It's been a Rollercoaster. The first few days with her were crazy. I barely slept, but Steve and Dustin came over every few hours to help with her The best they could. They come over just about every day, and Amelia adored them both, especially Dustin. She couldn't speak yet, but she definitely made lots of noise, and loved being outside and around animals. She was very gentle. She was perfect.

There wasn't anything we had planned for the day, so as it was a beautiful day, I was gonna take her to the park. That was until I saw him.

I took Amelia a bath last night so I wasn't going to bathe her again just for her to get dirty at the park. I got her changed I to a new diaper, and a cute outfit Mrs wheeler bought for her, which was cute white and yellow dress with a diaper cover.



I put her frizzy hair into 2 little pigtails which were small and stuck straight up, and I put 2 little matching bows on each pigtail.

She sat still as I did so, every so often looking around. I carried her down to the kitchen, while I made myself a cup of coffee in my little Mason jar with a lid and straw, that was about the perfect serving to get the morning going. I knew she would be getting fussy when she got hungry so I pre made her a bottle, as well as a few teething snacks she grew to love. A big smile grew on my face as she babled "ready to go beautiful?" I kissed her chubby little cheek. Little did I know in about 30 seconds my whole life was change change.

I got her strapped in her stroller so we could walk to the park, and I grabbed my Mason jar with the coffee, and I walked to the door. As soon as I opened I saw Dustin and Steve about to knock, both out of breath and looking like they had seen a ghost. Maybe because they had.

"Wow you guys okay?  You look like you just saw a ghost" I said with a slight giggle.

"Y/n you're not gonna believe this, take a breath. We don't know how how, but he's here, said he got our through the watergate." I felt my heart race "w-who got out where through the Watergate?..." it couldn't be..

My eyes went wide and my breath caught in my throat. I dropped the coffee cup, glass shattering, and coffee going everywhere as I saw him. Eddie. My Eddie. How was this possible?

*Eddie's pov*

I saw the glass shatter, and my heart broke as I saw the baby girl in the stroller next to y/n. I slowly made my way over ." Y/n.. baby i- I don't know how I'm here. But I am. I woke up in that place a few hours ago. I went around trying to find my way out. I- I tried finding you at your parents house, but someone else lives there now. So I found Dustin, and he told me you lived here.."

Her eyes were glossy with tears, and I couldn't tell if she looked happy or sad, but I could tell she was shocked. "It all felt so quick. Like I closed my eyes for a minute and then I was all alone. I could breath fine, my wounds are healed.. I don't know what happened .. please say something .."

*y/ns pov*

I heard everything he was saying, and I heard his voice soften at the end of what he was saying. "I-.." I paused before just running Into his arms, hugging him with everything I had in me. Tears ran down My face as I felt his arms wrapped around me. "I - I thought I lost you for good." I sobbed softly.

I felt him kiss My head softly and say" I'm here baby.. I'm here now. And I promise I'm not going anywhere. " he rubbed my back. For him this must have been so weird, not knowing. "I uhm.. was just about to go to the park with Amelia, wait Amelia! Yeah we had a girl.." I said happily with tears streaming down my cheeks.

He teared up and looked over to the stroller" oh wow.. a baby girl.. I'm a dad.. and you're a mom.."

He said in a bit of disbelief.  "Henderson told me it's been a year and a half.. so she's already 9 months..." I nodded "she is. She's so big. Come on let's see her."

Amelia was sitting in her stroller clapping and babbling as Dustin made funny faces at her. "She loves dustin.." I said smiling softly. "Amelia, babygirl I have someone very very special for you to meet." I said taking her out of the stroller, picking her up.

I saw Eddie tear up at the sight of her and my heart felt so happy in the moment. "Oh wow.. she's beautiful. She looks just like you." He said through some tears.  He quickly wiped them away, and picked her up.

*Eddie's pov*

Wow. My daughter. Hard to believe just a few hours ago, I was just a regular  guy. And now I'm a dad. She was beautiful, just like y/n. " hi there... I'm your daddy.." I said bouncing her a bit "you are so beautiful." I said kissing her cheek softly. I chuckled softly as she squealed and grabbed a bit of my hair, pulling it in different directions. Y/n giggled softly and pulled her little hands away. "Careful babygirl. " y/n told her. This was My life now. A perfect t girlfriend.  A perfect daughter.  This is something I never imagined would be my life.

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Orochimaru gets rawed.

Crack, lemon, age gap, male reader, bottom orochimaru, Boruto era, suigetsu and Karin are ooc, Akamichi reader.

Penetration, corruption(kinda?), humiliation, praise, size difference, MILFs, creampies, long tounge, forbidden relations, bareback, younger man/older enby, shifting dynamics, top reader, dirty talk, penis awe, profanity, (extremely mild)exhibitionism.

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Orochimaru hasn't gotten laid for over a year now, but that all changes when Karin and suigetsu invite a handsome young man to hang out at otokagure.

"Dude! What the fuck!" Y/n yelled as suigetsu knocked into him sending the contents of his water bottle onto y/n's shirt. "Aw man, I'm sorry" suigetsu said apologetically. "You can go use our dryer for your shirt, man" y/n sighed then a soft smile came to his face "its fine, I knew you didn't mean to. This shirts old anyways" y/n said with a soft chuckle. "Where's the laundry room?"

"Down the hall to your left, y/n" Karin piped up from across the room. "Thanks girlie!" y/n said as he walked off to find the laundry room. Y/n walks into the laundry room and takes off his shirt, he isn't exactly chiseled; but he's big, his body type more like those of powerlifters...or the usual akamichi man. "Fuckin suigetsu.." y/n murmurs to himself playfully as he shakes his head with a small smile, he then puts his shirt in the dryer and puts it on the quick dry cycle. 'Damn, I'm gonna have to chill here for 15 minutes' y/n thinks to himself.

Suddenly, orochimaru rounds the corner and their eyes widen at the sight of the stranger in their laundry room. Orochimaru regains his composure, but his eyes can't help but wander up and down y/n's body as they speak. "And who might you be?" Orochimaru said with slight suspicion in their voice, clearly unaware of y/ns visit.

'Holy shit. Its *the* orochimaru, *the* kage killer' y/n thinks to himself before speaking "oh, I'm y/n, I'm a friend of suigetsus" orochimaru pauses for a moment before speaking again "...and *why* are you shirtless in my home?" Orochimaru says as they tilt their to the side curiously. Y/n chuckles to himself "ah, that fucker suigetsu knocked into me and spilled his water on my shirt, I'm just using your dryer for a moment. Hope ya don't mind" orochimaru is slightly taken aback at the use of profanity and casual language, orochimaru is used to being feared and treated with the highest respect by people too afraid to cross him...but this young man is much different it seems.

"Hm." Orochimaru says as his eyes wander down y/n's shirtless body again. "Tell me, boy, are you a shinobi perhaps?...I can tell your quite...*active*" orochimaru's voice seems to change slightly from his usual casual detachment to a more sultry tone. "I'm no shinobi...I just like to keep myself lookin good for the ladies" y/n says with a wink and soft chuckle. Y/n's casual nonchalant attitude begins to stir the pot of desire deep inside orochimaru. "Oh? Well I'm sure a handsome young man like yourself has women flocking to" orochimaru says flirtatiously, then orochimaru speaks again "I'm sure a man such as yourself, y/n, is already taken, no?"

Y/n chuckles and puts a hand on the back of his neck. "I'm not actually..." Orochimaru smirks smugly

'oh. This will be good' orochimaru thinks to themselves before speaking "so your a bachelor, hm?...how intriguing.." orochimaru's tounge flicks out in amusement as they scan y/n's body once again. Y/n blushes softly, clearly understanding what orochimaru is starting to get at. "W-whats so interesting about that?" Y/n says, orochimaru ignores that statement and speaks again. "hm...how old are you?" Orochimaru says curiously. "I'm 23...why?" Y/n says, mildly flustered. Orochimaru chuckles seductively then brings a delicate hand to y/n's cheek and whispers in his ear. "Mmm...good, that means your ripe for the taking" orochimaru says with another seductive chuckle. Y/n takes a moment to process this, 'am I about to fuck *the* orochimaru?' He thinks before speaking again.

"Is that so?" Y/n says flirtatiously back at orochimaru, "well perhaps...you should pick the forbidden fruit.." y/n says, matching orochimaru's energy. Orochimaru's face flushes a soft pink as his breathing grows slightly heavier. "Oh my..." Orochimaru murmurs as they run a hand down the chest of y/n, causing y/n's length to twitch ever so slightly. Orochimaru's tounge comes out a licks along y/n's neck, illiciting a small groan of desire from the man.

"Mm..fuck.." y/n says before leaning down and kissing orochimaru. Orochimaru eyes widen slightly in suprise before kissing y/n back. Both parties tounges begin to collide in a lustful dance as orochimarus hands wander to run through y/n's hair. "You taste so damn good.." y/n murmurs breathlessly with a soft chuckle. Orochimaru grins devilishly, revealing his sharp teeth. "Oh y/n...I just love men like you..so strong..I bet you could pick me up and pin me against the wall if you really wanted to, hm?" Orochimaru murmurs. This statement sends a strong spike of desire throughout y/n's body, his eyes glowing with a new, determined lust. 'Oh. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of them' y/n thinks, "...do you want that?" Y/n replies. "Perhaps...but can you keep me down? I am quite the powerful shinobi after all" orochimaru says smugly, their lust growing as they see that fire in your eyes.

Y/n let's out a heavy, shaky breath "how 'bout you take me to your room and we can find out." Orochimaru let's out an amused chuckle "mhm..let's not waste anytime then." Orochimaru takes y/n by the wrist and leads him to their quarters. 'Damn. That's a big ass bed.' Y/n thinks to himself as they enter the room. Orochimaru quickly locks the door behind them before sitting down on the bed and motioning for y/n to sit next to them. "Oh I just love young men like you...so virile..so filled with life..and so easy to take" this earns a soft groan of desire from y/n "fuckkk..." y/n groans as he feels himself getting hard already. Orochimaru chuckles as they spot the buldge forming in y/n's pants. "Well, that certainly proved my point"

Orochimaru takes his hand and runs it up and down y/n's inner thigh "I wonder how worked up you can get..." orochimaru murmurs as they move there hand back and forth. "Hngh.." y/n replies before gently running his hands through orochimarus hair and kissing their neck, the kisses travel from orochimarus neck to his collarbone before trailing up to orochimarus jaw, earning a soft gasp from the snake sannin.

Y/n's hands move to cup orochimarus ass as he leaves small hickeys on orochimarus neck, causing orochimaru to moan Slightly. "Mhm..." orochimaru murmurs before moving to sit on y/n's lap and wrapping their legs around the young man in a snake like manner. Orochimaru then runs his hands up and down y/n's torso slowly and gently, experienced touches knowing just where to glide to earn sweet noises out of y/n. "Orochimaru..." y/n murmurs breathlessly, causing orochimaru to let out one of their trademark devious chuckles.

Orochimaru looks composed on the outside, but his body says otherwise, his cock beginning to ache and push against his pants. Y/n's eyes are locked on orochimarus hard on before quickly snapping to orochimarus hands as they begin undo his belt. "You want to be touched, don't you? Do you want to feel my hands on your cock?" Y/n nods his head in agreement as his dick throbs with desire. Orochimaru deftly finishes undoing y/n's pants, but doesn't remove them. Instead removing. y/n's throbbing dick from the hole in his boxers.

"O-oh my." Orochimaru says breathlessly as they look at, y/n's length. Y/n's cock makes orochimarus hand look small, coming in at a hefty 8 inches.

"Its so heavy....." orochimaru murmurs to himself causing, y/n to grin in self satisfaction. "I'm glad it's too your liking" y/n says playfully. "Indeed it is.." orochimaru murmurs, their eyes still locked on y/n's dick. Orochimaru begins to slowly and gently stroke y/n's cock while cupping y/n's balls with the other hand. Orochimaru's touch is purposefully teasingly slow, trying to draw every little noise from y/n.

Y/n gasps and whimpers softly, knowing very well what orochimaru is trying to pull "oh you bastard..." y/n says with a moan through gritted teeth. "A-ah ah...watch your tounge, boy." Orochimaru says playfully as they tilt y/n's chin to look down at them. "Or I won't let you touch me, and you oh so desperately want to touch me, don't you?" Y/n grunts softly before replying "maybe I'll just take what I want and have my way with you." Y/n says in a firm, seductive voice that makes a shiver run up orochimarus spine. "Oh? I dare you then, see if you can have your way with me" orochimaru says all to smugly, teasing arrogance in every word they speak. Y/n chuckles darkly, a new, dominant glint in his eyes, a desire to prove orochimaru wrong and fuck them good. "Bet." Y/n says before quickly flipping orochimaru over and pinning them under him.

"You wanted this, didn't you? You just wanted to get me worked up so I would take you roughly. You want to be used, I can tell" these teasing words earn a groan of desire from orochimaru before they blush deeply, seemingly embarrassed by this fact. Y/n grins widely as he sees orochimarus flushed face. These words bounce around in orochimarus head, giving them conflicting emotions, on one hand, orochimaru is embarrassed, on the other hand, orochimaru is the most turned on they have ever been for the past 5 years.

"P-perhaps...perhaps I do want to be used" orochimaru says in a small voice. Y/n wastes no time stripping orochimaru of their clothes, tossing all garments to the side haphazardly. Y/n bites his lip and looks down at orochimaru. "Fuck..your such a pretty little twink, your hole is just begging to be filled" y/n takes a firm handful of orochimarus ass. "You have such a thick fuckin ass" y/n growls out. "Your so much smaller than me...I bet I could break you if I really wanted" these words make orochimarus cock twitch with delight. "Gods...just take me already" orochimaru says desperately, causing y/n to chuckle. "Imagine if people saw this...lord orochimaru, desperately needing cock in their hole. Begging for someone so much younger to fuck them good."

These words earn another groan from orochimaru. "Hngh...just put it in already" y/n chuckles before taking some lube off the nearby bedside table and applying it to his cock. "As you wish...I just want to fuck you good" y/n murmurs. Orochimaru grins softly and speaks. "pound me, y/n. Fuck me good."

Orochimaru grabs onto y/n's hair firmly, earning a moan from the other man. "A bit of a masochist, are we?" Orochimaru says teasingly. "I'll keep that in mind" "I'm gonna put it in now" y/n says, after orochimaru gives a nod of confirmation; y/n begins to slip his dick inside orochimaru slowly, earning a groan of delight from both parties. "S-shit! Your so t-tight" y/n says through gritted teeth as he slowly inserts his cock all the way in.

"O-oh yesss..." orochimaru hisses out. "oh you fill me up so good~" orochimaru puts their hand on their cock and begins to stroke themselves slowly as they adjust to y/n's length inside them. After a moment orochimaru speaks in a breathy voice "y-you can start moving now.." y/n moans as he begins to slowly move in and out of orochimaru.

"Oh fuck...fuck your so tight.." y/n murmurs. Orochimaru's hands grip the sheets as they try to keep themselves from being to loud. "Oh..oh yesss...your so big" orochimaru says as claws at the sheets under him. "Shit..oh god.." y/n moans out softly as his body moves. "M-more...harder..." y/n quickly obliges, the sudden movement causing orochimaru to moan loudly "y-yes!" Orochimaru quickly slaps a hand over his mouth, a futile attempt to keep their decorum. This causes a half laugh-half moan from y/n. "o-oh its...a-alright..l-let me..h-hear you.." y/n struggles to speak through gasps and gritted teeth.

Y/n places a firm smack on orochimarus ass as he moves inside them "fuck! Fuck your- ah- g-good!" Y/n exclaims, his actions illiciting a lustful groan from orochimaru. Gripping at the man on top of as he moans "y-y/n...oh god..yes..yes!" Orochimarus eyes begin to roll back into their head as y/n moves. "Oh fuckkk..d-dont..tell me..y-your..close already" y/n struggles to say between gasps and moans. "Hnghhh..y/n..d-dont you dare stop.." orochimaru says with lust and passion dripping from their somewhat slurred words. Y/n picks orochimaru up suddenly, earning a noise of suprise from orochimaru. "W-what are you-" orochimarus words are cut off by a loud moan as y/n begins to carry fuck them. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!" Orochimaru exclaimed, all attempts at keep decorum tossed aside as y/n pounds them vigorously. Y/n can feel his cock throbbing even harder as orochimaru desperately clings onto him.

"F-fuck! Shit! Yes! I'm gonna cUhM" y/n moans out desperately as he thrusts and bucks. Orochimaru moans at these words, "oh yes! Cum for me! Cum inside!" Y/n let's out several deep and loud groans as he shoots ropes of his load inside orochimaru, the sensation of being creampied sending orochimaru into orgasm. "YEs! Y/n! Oh g-GOd!" The two partners moan in tandem as they release.

Several moments of silence pass as both parties cath their breath before kissing eachother deeply. "Mhm...you, my dear, have exceeded my Highest expectations" orochimaru says with satisfied amusement, a soft grin painting their face. Y/n pulls out, earing a soft gasp from orochimaru before flopping back on the bed. "Fuckin hell...I think I just cummed the soul outta me.." y/n says with satisfaction and humor, the words earning a amused chuckle from orochimaru. "Hm..it seems you did..but I think it was worth it" orochimaru says softly, in a almost loving voice as they lay back next to y/n. "Fuck yeah it was!" y/n says with an assured voice, earning another soft laugh from orochimaru.

The following morning...

Orochimaru sets down a plate of eggs in front of y/n before taking their own seat at the table. "You should make sure and eat. I'd like to keep those muscles on you after all~" orochimaru says flirtatiously, earning a chuckle from y/n. Karin walks into the kitchen and immediately notices the tension between y/n and orochimaru. "Oh my..so that's where you went" Karin says cheekily with a knowing grin on her face. Suigetsu follows shortly after, also noticing the tension, "did you fu-" before Suigetsu can finish his sentence he gets a firm hit on the head from Karin, causing water to splash. As Suigetsu and Karin bicker, orochimaru and y/n can't help but look at eachother and chuckle.

[psychologicalwarclaire]

👀can you do a Kai and Zane fic with 7 and 18 pls 🙏🙏🙏 We don’t get to see their brotherly dynamic very often anymore

Prompt list by @promptsbytaurie

Half pinned beneath a large chunk of earth, Zane tried to remain calm.

It was lucky his nerve-circuits shut off after a certain level, or else he would have been in severe pain. Alarms popped up in front of his eyes. Severed sensors. Impeded gears. Skin integrity at 20%.

The cave in had happened without warning.

Well, upon inspection of his recent recorded memories, maybe there had been some warning signs. Not that Zane and Kai had noticed, as they'd been too busy discussing how to get the Geckles to actually team up with the Munce.

Wait, Kai...

"K-Kai-i-i?" Zane called. Another warning popped up indicating the obvious: vocalizing systems damaged.

Zane swallowed down his panic as the list of known injuries and malfunctions grew. They were under a mountain. With no tools to repair him. No materials to repair him.

Why did these things always happen to him?

"Zane!" Kai's voice bounced off of the rocks from everywhere.

The Nindroid shifted. The horrible sound of stone against metal met his ears. Hm. Maybe it was not so lucky that he couldn't feel anything.

A different type of red filled his vision. Not the terrifying red blaring WARNING. WARNING. WARNING. A familiar, comforting red. Warm, fierce, protective red.

Kai.

Luckily, the worst of Kai's injuries seemed to be a slight limp in his left leg and the dried blood under his nose.

"A-a-ahhh," Zane struggled. "Glad-d yo-ou're ok-k-k-k--"

The red ninja's face twisted as if he were the one being crushed beneath approximately half a ton of earth. "That's not good."

"I w-would much ra-a-ather it be m-me tha-an you." Zane's mouth tasted like angry TV static. It was good Zane didn't technically need to breathe because he was pretty sure human lungs would not have been functioning in this situation. Still, the sensation of having his chest crushed was not great. "I-I am... st-tist-c-ically the bet-t-tt-t--"

"Nope, no, none of that!" Kai snapped. He was doing something with the rocks. Surely didn't Kai realize that Zane was stuck, stuck? "Just stop. Stop talking like that. You're not expendable, you're not a walking sacrifice, you're not going to die. You're gonna be FINE, Zane. I promise."

Zane winced as more harsh scraping filled his ears. His head vibrated with the movement of the stones.

He opened his mouth to warn Kai that his vision was only filling with more and more and more warnings but nothing came out. Kai himself kept glitching in and out of focus.

As Zane opened his mouth, the only thing that came out was a high pitched whine.

Kai froze, then started tugging on the rocks with renewed vigor. "You're not getting taken out by a stupid boulder, Buddy," he growled. "That's just not-- just not fair!"

"s-s-s--ns-s-se wh-e-e-en.... ever-r-r-r... f-f-fai-r-r-r.....?" Systems powering down.

It was going to be fine. Zane was going to be fine. Kai would make sure Zane was fine.

...the rocks weren't so bad when they were entirely out of focus. The edges were soft. Soft like a bed for him to snuggle into. He was already tucked in, wasn't he? Exhaustion pulled him further into the welcoming earth.

"Zane?! Cut it out, buddy! Wake up. You wake back up right now, you jerk or- or I'm telling Pixel! Zane? Zane!!"

He always came back. The universe had decided a long time ago that Zane wasn't allowed to die.

More importantly, Kai had decided a long time ago that Zane wasn't allowed to die.

Kai has been a lot kinder to him than the universe ever had. Zane would much rather be in the hands of his firey brother than the universe that loved using him as a chew toy.

As everything faded away, the last thing to go was Kai's panicked voice. It would be okay.

Eventually.

[simp4baji]

Prayer time pt.1

Warning- Role play, degradation, cnc

Y/n went to a church to pray. Yn isn't so big on religion and wasn't really sure if she believed in any god but she enjoyed praying because prayer wasn't restricted to any god. A prayer could just be to yourself.

It was calming for her.

It was night time. She preferred praying at night because rarely anyone else was at the church at that time. Until she heard the door of the church open.

There he was. A man that looked like a sin hard to resist. Y/n could not look away from him until he looked over at her and saw her stare. She looked away almost instantly and continued praying.

"And thank you for blessing me today. Amen." She said. Just as she was about to get up the man sat down at the end of the same pew as her. He began praying. Y/n got too nervous to get up now hearing how deep his voice is and how attractive he looked.

"Am i blocking your way out?" The man asked.

"N-no I'm just still praying" Y/n said slightly blushing.

"Are you sure?" The man said now looking at y/n with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes im sure now who are you to acuse me of lying in a church?" Y/n said in a frustrated yet flustered tone. The man was now fully looking at the pretty girl with a smirk on his face.

"Did i ever say that you were lying pretty girl?" The man said with a slight sinister tone.

"W-who even are you?" Y/n asked

"Manjiro Sano, but you can call me Mikey"

"O-okay look" Y/n said as she stood up from the pew and faced toward Mikey. "I'm sorry for accusing you of lying and i just want to go now." Y/n said while trying to look at Mikey without blushing.

Mikey then stood up facing towards y/n now. Y/n then started looking at the ground.

"Awww that wasn't so hard now was it- Whats your name?" Mikey said with a smile on his face.

"Y/n" she said while continuing to look at the floor.

"That wasnt so hard to say now wasn't it y/n?"

"N-no it wasn't" Y/n said.

"Good. Now come here" He said.

"W-what?" Y/n said looking more flustered than ever.

Mikey sighed and made the 'come here' finger gesture.

"Come here."

Y/n walked towards him with her head down not wanting to see how much this man that she just met is making her blush.

She was now in front of him with her head still down.

"It's rude to not look at someone when they're talking to you." Mikey said with a look of disapproval.

"I'm sorry m-mikey" y/n said trying to look up at him who was now giving her an intimidating stare.

"It's sir to you."

"S-sir? I'm sorry sir." Y/n said now taking deep breaths. Mikey never talked to her like this. He always made sure to be gentle with her since he didnt want to hurt her but after she explained what she was into he decided to give it a try. She loved this role play.

Mikey kept walking towards y/n as she continued to back up until she her back hit the wall and mikeys face was inches away from hers.

"I don't think you are princess" he said against her lips.

His lips collided against y/ns.

The taste of cinnamon rushed to y/ns mouth as Mikey had been chewing cinnamon flavored gum.

She let out a whimper as Mikey bit on her bottom lip.

"M-mikeyyy" y/n whined when he pulled away.

"It's not Mikey for you, you little sinner" mikey said as his hand was caressing y/n's face and then wondered into her hair.

He then pulled at her hair. Y/n whimpered and whined because of how hard he pulled her hair. He enjoyed this. A little too much.

"Say it right. I know you can or are you just too much of a stupid little slut too understand?"

"I- m' not a slut sir" she said trying to pull mikeys hand out of her hair but to no avail.

"Oh" he said before he shoved his right leg in between y/ns legs raising his knee up to her warm area. "You're not a slut? Your body tells me different." He then leaned down to y/ns ear and whispered "The way you got flustered over nothing? Your pathetic little whimpers and whines? Your pretty mouth says one thing but your body says another. All you have to do is tell me."

His left hand was holding y/ns waist against the wall while with his free hand he traced the insides of y/ns upper thighs.

This caused her to get even more flustered. How could she tell him the unholy feelings that she's getting inside a church?

Pt.2 coming tomorrow <333 I'm srry it's so spacey lol

[garoujo]

i just wanted to say a huge thank you for not only reaching 20k followers right at the end of the year but also 4 all of the kindness i’ve been shown on this blog ! fank yew 4 letting me have this little corner of the internet as a little safe space ^_^

i wanted to do my own sort of ‘year in review’ i guess so i could kind of throw a spotlight on all of my favourite fics / blogs / artists that have rly added to my time here with everything they do <3 if you’re not included pls don’t take it personally i hav smol brain + also couldn’t involve everyone since theres so many !

WRITING SPOTLIGHT 2022

a small list of all of my favourite pieces of writing i’ve read this year, mostly for my favourite blorbos <3 please read the warnings before proceeding on creators blogs + b4 reading !!!

WHATS TAKING A LIFE OR TWO [IF IT MEANS GETTING TO KEEP YOU] — hanma shuji. ( @hijackser ) this is my absolute FAVOURITE SERIES PERIOD. obviously i’m actually insane 4 hanma but no this series made me EVEN MORE INSANE ! i’ve reread it an insane amount of times, i think about it 24/7. it is my favourite piece of writing to even exist.

SHOW OFF — hanma shuji ( @killsaki ) dallas is probably sick of me talking about this fic but ILL NEVER BE OVER IT ! favourite stand alone shuji fic ever ! everything about it is soooo perfect n so insanely him i could cry <3 absolute favourite shuji fic in the world.

ABSENTEE LOVER — hanma shuji ( @shoyoist ) ive read this an absolutely criminal amount, words cannot DESCRIBE !!! how much i love it like it has such a special place in my heart i adore him in this ! rekha never disappoints w the shuji content <3

CLOUD 9 AND SICK DAY — nagi seishiro ( @iitoshi ) everytime kai writes nagi i absolutely eat it up + these little drabbles are on my mind literally always !!! i will never be able to get enough w how well he’s written here EVER !!!

BLLK BOYS WORKING IN A PIERCING SHOP — multiple. ( @pinteukr ) i literally just read this, specifically nagi’s part but i HAD to include it because i was a MESS !!! ABSOLUTELY DONE !!! it is so good + this imagery / au is EVERYTHING 2 ME <3

PROPOSAL — nagi seishiro ( @tcshi ) i read this a few days ago + it’s still on my mind constantly hes just SO IN CHARACTER ! EVERYTHING IS SOOOO RIGHT !!! would reread one million times after !!! infact i’ll reread right after writing this !!!

WHEN THEY GET JEALOUS — multiple bllk characters ( @lalunanymph ) SO GOOD !!! SO CRAZY !!! nagi’s part had my toes curling n my feet kicking like akajakaka dawn !!!! i literally ate up every character honestly i’d read anything from u <3

SUGARSTREAM — gojo satoru ( @satorhime ) THIS FIC CHANGED THE TRAJECTORY OF MY WHOLE EXISTENCE !!! literally thee reason i became like actually unhinged 4 gojo satoru . it changed me down 2 the core it’s TOO GOOD !!! FOR FREE TOOO ????

BLOG SPOTLIGHT 2022

a small list of some of my favourite blogs who are also amazing writers + i recommend with my whole heart ! again i can’t include everyone but just know ily <3 again please read warnings byf !!!

@saetoshis + @goroushis — multifandom [+ genshin writing blog] nsfw + dc !

@getoswhore — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@bbiemilk — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@tetsutits — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@alhaithms — multifandom. nsfw !

@anantaru — genshin impact . nsfw + slight dc !

@blueparadis — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@itoshi-s — blue lock. nsfw + dc !

@ilykento — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@r-oronoa — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@touyyes — mostly jjk but multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@510hz — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@starlitheaven — jjk + hxh. nsfw + dc !

@torufilms — blue lock. sfw + nsfw !

@sailewhoremoon — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@dilu3 — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@shirohyorin — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@saneminx — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@takaholic — multifandom. nsfw + light dc !

@haruchiyos — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@satorini — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

@ohsatori — multifandom. sfw + nsfw !

@suget — mostly jjk. nsfw + dc !

@bleubrri — multifandom. nsfw + dc !

ARTIST SPOTLIGHT 2022

a small list of the artists who i follow + love seeing on my dash ! they’re just so crazy talented it’s insane <3

@tinymaru — reine is the one who drew my emmie x nagi fanart in my header and they are so craaaazy talented <3

@kita-dynasty — laine is SO AMAZING !!! every single time she posts i eat it up i could look at her art all day !!!

@omiishii — i’ve followed jace for YEARS ! and he only gets even better it’s actually insane !!! it’s just so amazing to see their art whenever i’m on dash <3

@omiyours — remi made my theme for me + she is so CRAZY TALENTED i just think she deserves absolutely everything 4 sharing it with people and being so kind <3

if you don’t want 2 be tagged pls let me know + i can take you out but i just wanted 2 do a little round up and also thank everyone 4 all the support they’ve shown me on this lil blog of mine <3 i am so very grateful ! again if i’ve not included u i’m super sorry there were so many !!! I STILL LOVE U I SWEAR !!! yay 2 2022 tho >_<

[cipher00]

Major Montana Max NS/W Alphabet

Explicit smut topics under the cut! If you're a minor get out of here please.

Word count: 2,042

Any gender reader, canon Montana Max

There's just not enough content for this sexy charming bastard so you know I had to put yall on

A = Aftercare

I believe the Major might bring his lover some water after if they're unable to get up as a result of his handiwork. He may also clean them up, but he'd definitely tease you as he does, trailing his fingers over sensitive spots, caressing your spent body sensually as he cleans you off.

B = Body Part (Which body part is their favorite)

The Major isn't immune to the beauty of standard body parts such as tits and ass, but I personally think he'd be more attracted to more muscular or lean parts. Arms, legs, or anything that helps you in combat. He loves to watch you fight and kill. As he said before, nothing is more arousing than the sounds POW's make as they get blown apart, and if you're the cause of that, it would just take him to an even greater high.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

The Major loves the idea of cumming inside you, marking and claiming your body and truly ruining you inside and out, only for him to enjoy. At the same time, he would likely also enjoy painting you in white, loving the humiliation aspect. Besides, it only makes you look all the more sinful.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of his)

Though The Major would never indulge it, he secretly loves the idea of a powerful woman dominating him in the bedroom. In his eyes, it would feel like the wins and losses on the glorious battlefield; being overpowered and taken by force. Of course, he wouldn't let this happen, as he has to keep up appearances and keep a firm hold of his power.

E = Experience

In the words of another HC I love - "The Major gets hella pussy and no one can convince me otherwise." Sure he's a ruthless Nazi Major, but he does have that charm and charisma. Not to mention with the use that accent and a slight shift his tone, his voice becomes as smooth as honey. Needless to say that he knows his way around a body or ten. He'll please his partner, but he'll have his own way of doing it, meaning that you might just be on the edge of orgasm for hours.

F = Favorite Position

I would say missionary and breeding press are his favorites. Any position that lets him hold all the power and allows him to hit the right spots that makes you keen for him, really.

G = Goofy (Is he humorous in the moment? Does he make jokes?)

I don't think he would joke around per se, but if you were to accidentally do something goofy or embarrassing by accident, he may tease you about it or rib you a bit. Anything to keep you transfixed on him.

H = Hair (How is he groomed? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

I personally think the Major is shaved clean down there. He seems the type to take good care of his own personal hygiene, not liking to feel unclean. He may be fat, but he's no pig.

I = Intimacy (How is he in the moment through a romantic aspect?)

Pretty much nonexistent, as love in the world he lives in would be a weakness, something to make him vulnerable and lose some of his power. Anything he has personal ties to can be used to manipulate him by someone else. Hypothetically though, if he did feel love towards his tryst partner, he may show it in the smallest ways possible without being explicit about it. Tender kisses against your lips as opposed to rough, hungry ones, and littering kisses all over your body. Practically worshipping you.

J = Jerk Off

Being in his position, with his responsibilities and plans, he doesn't have much time to jerk off. But even when he does have the time, it isn't too often; only a few times a month. His mentality is that if he wants it, why shouldn't he have it? But even so, after all the work he's done conducting plans for the new war, doesn't he deserve his private time?

K = Kink

You name it, he probably has it. Some big favorites would be gun/knifeplay (goes without saying), bondage, lingerie, sadism/masochism, etc. He indulges in these like he would a fine wine. Without a doubt, I can also see him loving it when you call him by his title. Pleading for your Major to let you finish, please.

L = Location (Where is his favorite place to do it?)

He'll take you just about anywhere. It's not like anyone's going to stop him, and he just loves to see if he can break you down and make you scream for him when you should be quiet so as not to reveal yourselves doing something you shouldn't be. And if someone discovered you two, he would probably either shoot them (assuming he could even hit the target), or intensify his ministrations to show the poor schmuck how good he fucks his women.

M = Motivation (What turns him on and gets him going?)

To see you maim and kill an enemy is his ultimate aphrodisiac. His darling, enjoying the spoils and glory of war. If you're enjoying it, he most definitely will. If he thinks that seeing the horrors of war by itself is arousing, that's increased tenfold when he catches you being the cause of such sights. Of course if you were to find yourself wanting, he couldn't deny you. Especially not when you plead so nicely for him.

N = NO (Something he won't do, turn offs)

I would say he wouldn't limit most things, but anything scat would have to be a hard no. It's unclean, and straight up nasty. That being said, he may be into bloodplay, or physically injuring his darling if that's what they want too.

If you want it, he needs it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Probably prefers to be on the giving end. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing like the sight of your mouth stuffed full of him, but he enjoys watching you come apart from the barest of touches, and being reduced to nothing more than a begging mess for more than what he's giving you. Me and my buddy also HC that he enjoys his partner sitting on his face (lol).

P = Pace (Is he fast, slow, stamina, etc)

His pace entirely depends on his intent. Generally, he'll be hard and fast, pumping into you mercilessly with full strokes that hits the back of your walls and leaves you crying out as you try to ground yourself by grabbing anything nearby. However, if he's feeling particularly cruel, he'll fuck you slowly and shallowly, not nearly giving you enough of what you need. He'll only let you have it once you've convinced him that you deserve this pleasure. Only then will he speed up, treading on the line of what's too much for you to handle.

Q = Quickies (His opinion on them? How often?)

The Major will 100% do quickies. It's an opportunity to satisfy his and your cravings, though it's often tangled with the risk of being discovered. While he does enjoy this though, he much prefers taking his time with you, toying with your body and leaving you on the edge of climax again and again. Teasing and denying until he finally gives in to you, and rewards you for being such a good little darling for him.

R = Risk (Will he experiment? Does he take risks?)

He'll absolutely take risks. There's almost nothing he wouldn't do, even if that involves direct threat to life. He'll fuck you in public, reminding you that you need to be quiet if you don't want to be caught by others. Even so, he'll still work your body to the point that you can't help but make noise. The thrill of being discovered only does more for him. Besides, what is the enemy going to do, kill him? Not until he's finished here, thank you. He's also not opposed to trying things that could hurt you, such as weaponplay. The element of danger just makes it so much more delicious.

I figure he would be a bit possessive, but at the same time, I can kind of see him allowing the Doc to fuck you as long as he watches, potentially even joining in to take you to new heights. When you look over to him, he'll tut and tell you to "Keep your eyes on ze man zhat's fucking you."

S = Stamina (How many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?)

Being that he essentially became a cyborg, I'd say his stamina is better than that of your average human. He can easily outpace you, and keep on going even past your point of exhaustion. And even then, he'll continue. "You can do better zhan zat," He insists. "I'll make you come for me again."

T = Toys (Does he own toys? Does he use them?)

He probably owns just a fleshlight (based off of some official-looking art I saw). As long as it gets the job done. But when it comes to you, I've no doubt he has a few things in stock. Rope, blindfold, perhaps a gag, and a vibrator. He loves nothing more than to play with your body with that until you're begging for the real thing.

U = Unfair (How much does he like to tease?)

Oh boy. He might as well be the king of teasing. On a normal day he'll wind you up with small things. The silken sound of his voice, lingering touches, or perhaps low, whispered comments in your ear about how you are looking 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 tonight. He'll whisper all sorts of filthy things in your ear, knowing perfectly well the effect that it has, and then proceed to walk away and leave you to these thoughts and desires he's invoked.

He'll spend hours teasing at you, knowing how to play your body perfectly like it's a delicate instrument, only to then deny you of what you need most, telling you that you have not yet earned the right. That you won't finish until he says so. And even then, that 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴.

Teasing him is a two way street. Either he finds it amusing, or you're being tied up and edged until your face is streaked with tears and your voice is nearly hoarse with pleas that 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.

V = Volume (How loud he is? What kind of noises does he make?)

In public settings I can see him being silent, save for a few growls or grunts. He knows that you love to hear him, so in more private settings he may make sensual, guttural noises for you, accompanied by praises or more dirty talk.

W = Wild Card

There's an AU idea I've started where he became a catholic priest. As far as that goes, he will definitely indulge in confessional sex. Having you ride him in the booth, clamping a hand over your mouth to keep you silent as he whispers more than sinful things to you.

X = X-Ray (What's under the clothes?)

There is some really convincing official-looking art that portrays him as having next to nothing. But fuck that, this is my obsession. I would say at least 5 inches hard; a nice fair average size for him. Though maybe if he's particularly riled up, an extra inch.

Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

Before you came along it wasn't that high. Maybe he satisfied himself a couple times a month. But with you there, hoo boy. Any opportunity he has to make you scream and whine for him, he's taking. You are his fetish, after all.

Z = Zzz (How quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

Depends on the circumstances. If he has important work to do, I believe he'll have the stamina to get up and continue on with whatever he was doing before, or whatever needs to be done. Though if he does have the luxury of time on his side, he may stay beside you and trace over your figure idly before eventually falling asleep.

[jordiestardust]

Wet Part 2

Find Part One: here

Summary: Steve is dedicated to making things right with you, though he doesnt realize he wants to emerge as more than friends

Warnings: Cursing, use of y/n, implied f reader ( if i messed up w prnouns, same as last time PLS LET ME KNOW), unedited, shitty ending, fighting, alcohol use, unedited asf

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“Okay. We need to talk” Steve had a stern look on his face as he spoke to the girl in front of him.

“Do we though?” Not only was she making him nervous, but she was making the task impossibly difficult for him.

“Yes. I want to start with saying im so-“

“Youre sorry? Really Harrington, thats bullshit you just want to get in my pants” She said, oh so obviously holding back a laugh.

“Robin i swear to god.” Okay, In his defense, Robin did basically force him to participate in this practice argument with him.

“What? You we’re kind of a slut last time you saw her.” Ouch.. he thought. But it was true. Steve most definitely had not been known for his great reputation at ‘boyfriend’.

He was going to suggest that they try again, but before he could speak there was a slight tap on her window before Margo came tumbling into the room.

“BIRDIE! And Steve,” She glared over at him, “I think i left my drumsticks here yesterday, have you seen them? We kind of have a gig at Tommy Hagens pool party and the drummer just might need her drumsticks. Itd be kind of hard to back up Y/ns vocals if i didnt have them, I mean shes really good and has great projection, but she needs something to-“ If it wasnt obvious, Margo and Robin have the same rambling habit.

“Desk, ill be ready in a few. You going to Hagens party too Steven?” Robin asked, hopping off of her bed to help the latter in her search. She knew of Steves history of the boy, but she also knew that he wanted to be financially stable when he was older; and Steves father had made it pretty clear that if Steve cut off his connections, hed be left in the dust for real this time.

“Stop ‘full naming’ me asshole. But yeah I kinda have to. Didnt know you guys had a gig there, though .”

“Must’ve slipped my mind.,” Margo shrugged, but her and Robin gave each other a look that low key freaked Steve out, “Just hurry and go get ready and uh remember what we talked about. Thank you for m’ sticks Birdie, Im out.” Margo kissed Robin on the cheek, and crawled back out of the window less than elegantly. Who was going to tell her Robins parents were out on a couples retreat this week, and that there was no need to crawl out of the window? Not him thats for sure- No fucking way willingly hed sit through another five minutes of their sickening cuteness.

“You should go now too Dingus, party remember? Go get dressed, pick me up in an hour. Well go, have fun, get drunk, talk to Y/n/n. You know like in the good old days” She smiled, like she was up to something, pushing him out of the room slightly.

“The good old days? Really?” Steve was mildly unamused, but left the house all the same. Maybe getting a drink or two in him wouldnt be all that bad, Tommys parties were usually unorganized and chaotic, so he might not even run into Y/n. You know, when shes not on the big ass stage he knows Tommy rented, “just for her.”

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“Margs have you seen my glasses?” You called down from the stage, while Margo maneuvered herself around the few people that arrived early, in search of a beer, or like a caprisun or something. She had range.

“Gave em to Ajax” She yelled, still searching. Before you could turn around and look for the bassist, the glasses flew at you like a paper airplane. You were just barely able to catch them.

“Told you i could throw them up there, you immature ass.” Ajax muttered to Jonathan.

“I wasnt doubting you, dickwad. It was a statement.” Jonathan seemed to enjoy going to the parties where there would be a band playing, especially yours. Anyone else would think he just goes to get a glimpse up your skirt, but to anyone that knew him, it was clear he wanted practice for his future job of photographing rock bands. It was a diverse group of people you hung out with, really.

“Hey Henderson!” You looked up to see Tommy Hagen, the one throwing this party, waving at you from atop the diving board. Once you two made eye contact, he tried- really tried- to impress you with a jump. And it wouldve worked, if when he was about to jump in, a football didnt hit him in the ribs.

“OH SHIT-“ You exclaimed through a laugh, still glad to see that Tommy was able to resurface without needing CPR from Jason Carver.

“Oops-“ Ajax mumbled, as he and Jonathan slinked away together, laughing under their breaths. You shook your head in amusement, before placing the glasses on your head, and bending down to finish setting up the amps.

In no way were you into Tommy Hagen. He was an asshole, and it was pretty obvious that he thought of you as an accomplishment to add to his mental trophy case. Though, itd been a while since someone tried to impress you like that. Not who I wanted to have jumped into a 8 foot pool for me today. You thought, nearly laughing out loud at your own thoughts. HAH, scratch that. I bet he doesnt even remember we dated.

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“We’re late because of you, i hope you know that” Steve mumbled at the girl who was currently holding onto his arm for dear life. Robin enjoyed coming to these things sure, but she needed someone to hold onto in these crowds.

“Its not my fault, I swear. It was in my little green notebook except i think i left it in my overalls at my dad’s house, but the overalls were in my closet at my moms house so i was really really confused and then you came and i didn’t- HEY MARGO! Later Dingus.” Robins rant this time was about how they were thirty minutes late because she couldnt find the paper she wrote Margos favorite color down on. Sickening cuteness, he thought to himself.

Steve looked over at the stage that had been set up in the Hagens massive backyard, to see Ajax up there tuning his bass guitar, and Margo was off somewhere with Robin, but he couldnt see you anywhere. You know, until he did.

You were off by the punch bowl, looking slightly uncomfortable, in the way that nobody but someone whos memorized the way you smile when youre happy would notice. With Tommy Hagen.

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“Oh yeah, I mean, I leave sometime next week, so i dont think ill be able to make it.” You murmured, slightly annoyed that he wasnt getting the hint. Or that he didnt want to.

“Oh well thats alright princess,” you winced slightly at the nickname, “We can move it to tomorrow if youre free.” He smiled widely, raising his eyebrows as he waited for your response. Before you could turn him down, he spoke again. “Well look who showed, Steve Harrington, everybody. Did you know he was gonna be here princess? I didnt think hed actually show, you know hes kind of a wuss.” Tommy spoke loudly as Steve approached him, in an attempt to draw a crowd. One that worked.

“Oh come on, Tommy knock it off.” You said, trying to dissipate the situation before anyone did anything stupid. Steve and Tommy didnt have the greatest track record when it came to these things.

“Shut it, Hagen. Youre making her uncomfortable, knock it the hell off.” Steve said sternly, stopping a few feet from Tommy.

“Oh and you would know? I mean you guys dated for what a few months, before you dropped her for little miss perfect. Come on man you barely even know the girl, let alone what makes her uncomfortable. Hell i bet you dont even know what makes her comfortable, you know what really riles her up. Do ya Harr-“

Oh my fucking god.

“STOP GUYS STOP WHAT THE HELL- STEVE GET OFF OF HIM WHAT THE FUCK” You were yelling before you could even process what was going on. Steve was beating the absolute shit out of Tommy.

“DINGUS GET OFF OF HIM JESUS CHRIST” Now Robin was joined in on your yelling, along with the majority of the partygoers chanting ‘Fight Fight Fight’ or the occasional ‘Beat his ass Tommy’ and ‘Fuck him up Harrington.’

What the hell did he think he was trying to accomplish here

It wasnt long before the fight was broken up, Steve winning by a long shot, though he was definitely fucked up. You couldnt help the pang of pride you felt for him in your chest though, because according to Dustin filling you in on everything you missed upside down wise, this was the first fight hes won against a human since Starcourt.

It was still a pain in the ass to drag him to your car.

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Steve woke up to the soft sound of strumming in the next room over. He wasnt really sure of what the hell was going on, until he tried to stand up, and was hit with a horrible pounding in his head, and suddenly all his wounds felt fresh again. Though, technically they were still fresh . It had only been forty five minutes.

He kept a hand on his head, because he felt it was the only thing keeping him from passing out, and padded his way out of his room and into the guest room.

There, he found you singing.

‘You adored me before, oh my good looking boy.’ You sung, softly strumming, while still blissfully unaware Steve had woken up.

You were still wearing the makeup from earlier, purples and navy blues covering your face, to match the bands theme. Your hair was still styled like how it was in the video from the other day. You looked beautiful. Even if you were so clearly stressed out by Steves actions.

‘The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it AGH-“ Now you were aware of his presence. Steve winced at the loud noise, and you apologized quietly, placing your guitar on the guest bed.

“Did i wake you up?” You asked looking up at him as he stood against the door frame, still cradling his head with one hand.

“No, no, you didnt. Woke up on m’ own” He mumbled.

“Good. Now i get to me mad. What the hell were you thinking earlier Steve. That was fucking stupid, Tommy couldve gotten seriously injured, and so could you.” You scolded, grabbing his wrist harshly and dragged him to the bathroom.

“He was being a dick, he deserved it.” He said, as you pushed him against the counter until he got the hint to sit down.

“Move your legs really quick… And youve been a total dick recently, I havent beat the shit out of you.” You reached under the sink for the first aid kit, before standing back up and placing it on the counter next to Steves thigh.

“What do you mean Ive been a dick?” His eyebrows scrunched together when you started laughing. Because of course hed been a dick. Itd been four years, and he was still ignoring you like a twelve year old.

“Okay, okay, that was my bad. I have been a dick.”

“Clearly.” You smiled sweetly at him, before using the towel youd wet as you spoke to wipe the dry blood off of his face.

“Can I ask you something, Steve?”

“Yeah. Go ahead” He was thinking you were just going to ask what he was thinking when he hit Tommy, or something along those lines. Definitely not,

“Why did you break up with me?” He looked at you, straight into your eyes. He could tell, just by looking at you, that you were just curious. No tears, no annoyance, just pure curiosity.

“Honestly?,” You nodded slowly, “I couldnt deal. I mean I wasn’t exactly boyfriend of the century back then. You made me feel.. Light? In a way. Like I didnt have to worry about graduating, or getting a shitty job working for my dad, hell or even what people thought about me. I mean, my girlfriend was going to be a rockstar, “He smiled at you, “But i couldnt go through with it. None of it. I guess I was scared, and Nancy was the safest option, you know? Little miss perfect, is that was Tommy said? Yeah thats what I thought back then too. Its stupid i know, but it was safe.” Steve was looking at you, and the small smile on your face, and he couldnt help but laugh a little. “What-“ He laughed a little more, causing you to join in.

“Wait can i- sorry- Can i clean your cuts first? So you dont double hate me after this?” You said through a fit of laughter, reaching for the first aid kit again.

“Yeah, yeah go ahead.” He said, calming down a little in anticipation for the pain.

“Sorry sorry sorry-“ You said as he hissed in pain, eyes closed, with his head leaning into your hand.

“Its all good. ‘S all goodd” He said, looking up at you once more.

“Anyway. I was laughing because youre a total fucking idiot, Steve Harrington. I mean you just beat up Tommy Hagen at his own party, halfway through one of my gigs. Youre still best friends with my little brother, despite avoiding me for the last four years, and youve yet to try and embarrass me for writing songs about you. Youve changed Steve. Its freaky, if im being honest”

“You write songs about me?” He asked. Robin had told him that youd done it before, but he always just assumed they were old songs. From before.

“.. You didnt know?” Now your once curious, calm features, were nothing but pure panic.

“No?? I thought maybe youd met someone in LA, you know?”

“And it doesnt bother you? Like at all”

“I mean i kinda wish you told me, then i couldve asked this three years ago,” He chuckled lowly, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was holding his face lightly, “Can i, uh, could i ki-“ Before he could finish, he was cut off by your lips pressing against his. It tasted like your chapstick, strawberry flavored just as he remembered, and the punch from earlier, still tinged with a but of alcohol. You pulled away for air after a few moments, and the shocked look on Steves face kinda freaked you out.

“Sorry- Shouldnt have cut you off. Thats like, thats my ba-“ This time he cut you off, cupping your cheeks and lightly pulling you toward him.

“Dont be sorry. I should be sorry, I was going to start with sorry, but Robin said it would sound insincere or whatever” He murmured against your lips, causing you to laugh a little.

“I mean you were the one who suggested we kiss- Come on Steve, be better” You scolded mockingly.

“Yeah, yeah. But uh maybe we should tell her and Margo to stop, like plotting either our demise or our like borderline reconciliation-“ He laughed a bit, because it was so, so obvious that was their main goal in life then.

“Borderline? You are really bad at this, Harrington.” You laughed some more, placing a light kiss to his nose.

“Oh shut up, I know you missed me” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Definitely”

a/n: not my best work but im still getting used to writing fanfic again, so im getting there 😭 post’s might be a little infrequent because cheer szn is starting agaim, but i am accepting requests, so if u have any lmkk🫶🏾 i write for steve, eddie, ethan landry, and robin rn (currently hyperfixated on stranger things and scream rn lmaoo)

[paperose]

Semi-Annual Reminder:

The best place you can catch me on is Twitter: https://twitter.com/ppaperosee And of course, other websites that allow NS*W as that's what I primary draw (even slight ns*w gets tagged by Tumbles and its annoying af) My main website is here: https://paperose.carrd.co/ where I have all my social media connected~! I'll upload here when I have some sfw work available I believe wont be chopped here, until then (= w =)7

[squidsavior-m]

just slightly rambling about some thoughts about detaching myself from a possessive person and how it’s effecting me and writing this muse.

slight mention of possessive partners and ns/fw stuff ( mostly how I want to write but I can’t ) 

This muse has been shipped with their character for years. To the point it was one of my favorites. But seeing how possessive their muse was about mine makes me uncomfortable to the point that.

“I don’t want ships like that anymore”

because this isn’t the first time she was in a questionably possessive partner. And when we write poly it seemed to felt one sided? As the other character would go off with two other guys.

Despite, me suggesting multiverse stuff. They said that “but what if it’s normal?”

So I just... ran with it? Because it seemed like I couldn’t change their mind.

And when it has to go with NSF/W stuff  they were the only person i felt comfortable writing it with because 

1. I don’t usually write that stuff and I don’t have a lot of experience so we aren’t judging.

2. just knowing the person for a long time. and of course they ask if I was okay with it. Or if I don’t feel like writing ns/fw when it was happening.

I do want to try writing nsf/w stuff but I just can’t? With my lack experience of writing that stuff because I’ve been surrounded by very openly horny people. To the point I was grossed out in the past where I was like “yeah no way I’m gonna write that. in the future when I get older” but now I’m just

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  “ok sure. I’ll give it a shot. I won’t be perfect but you’ll help me right?” But now it seems like I need more time to trust any close mutual of mine to write these sort of things. Like at least a year or two of knowing the person.

strange how trusting a person can fuck you over with writing a character because of a ship.

[hassiular]

Is tumblr good for slight ns/w stuff

[cremebruleetaster]

I haven’t had a chance to check any of these out in the last few years so won’t bump any off but I do have a new one to add.

Brazen is a relatively new restaurant in Banff and everything was outstanding, including the crème brûlée. Smooth and tasty with a slight hint of Bailey’s and just the right texture of crust.

We’ll stay at 11 for awhile but will try to get back to 10 when I get a chance to test a few. I know, tough work but somebody has to do it.

Here’s the updated list:

1. The Bicycle Thief (formerly Bish World Cuisine) -

1475 Lower Water Street Halifax, NS - http:// www.bicyclethief.ca

2. Maple Leaf Grill - 137 Banff Ave Banff, AB - http:// www.banffmapleleaf.com/webpage/

3. The Marina - 1327 Beach Dr, Victoria, BC http://

www.marinarestaurant.com

4. 529 - 529 Wellington Crescent, Winnipeg, MB

http://www.wowhospitality.ca/re

5. Juniper Bistro - 1 Juniper Way, Banff, AB http:// thejuniper.com/

6. Ruth's Chris Steakhouse - 145 Richmond St W,

Toronto, ON http://www.ruthschris.ca/

7. Vanilla Pod Restaurant at Poplar Grove Winery

425 Middle Bench Road, North Penticton, BC

http://thevanillapod.ca

8. Hy's Steakhouse - One Lombard Place Winnipeg, MB http://hyssteakhouse.com/locations/winnipeg

9. Shore Club - 11 Colonel By Drive, Ottawa, ON (in the Westin Hotel) http://www.theshoreclub.ca/ experience/the-restaurant/

10. Crave Kitchen & Wine Bar - 1925 Victoria Ave

Regina, SK https://www.cravekwb.com

11. Brazen - 138 Banff Ave. Banff, AB https://www.banffjaspercollection.com/dining/brazen/

[moxfirefly]

A quick little thing birthed between last night and today. Felt mushy and romantic so please enjoy this.

Rated Mature -for mentions but nothing graphic- (18+ years)

How the guys know they’re in love.

Mikey knows he’s in love the moment he gazes at you laid back on his bed. You’re in a towel, freshly showered, hair wet and a face sheet on your face. You’re scrolling your phone, feet moving to the beat of the music the two of you have been listening to all night. The two of you had just finished some rather fun activities and had both showered.

He knows he’s in love because you’re vulnerable yet a ease with him. He’s got a perfect view of your most intimate places when you lift your leg to scratch a terrible itch on your calf. You’re so at ease in the chaos of his room, he can’t help but admire you. He’s at the end of the bed on his side, propped up on his elbow and smiling like a fool.

Even when you look up from your phone and catching his blue orbs on you, you nudge him with your foot with a giggle.

He laughs when you chuck the face sheet at him. He can’t stop laughing when you climb on him, towel getting stuck and pinned in your playful wrestling. He can’t stop laughing between kisses, feeling your smooth and supple skin against his own reptilian one.

Mikey knows he’s in love just by these little things. It’s always been about the little things with him.

He loves the fact that you’ll put on a Knicks jersey to bed just cause it belongs to him. He loves that you let him braid your hair cause he’s obsessed with your pretty locks. He loves that you’ll let him bury himself on your side, face on your chest, legs intertwined because it’s the safest he’s ever felt.

He loves that you love him.

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Raph knows he’s in love by the crazy amount of pet names you give him. We’re talking from cute to absurd to just plain naughty. He loves the way they roll off your tongue like it’s muscle memory by now.

A soft ‘baby’ usually smooshed against his cheek with a kiss. It’s mostly ‘baby’ throughout the day, he’s pretty much sure you haven’t said his name in a long time, well aside from intimate activities but even then.

It’s ‘my mans’ when you’re gushing over him, accompanied by clapping or a good smack to his bicep or rear. He loves how heated you get with his impressive shows of strength. Even if you’re not much of a gym rat like he is, you’ve learned a thing or two about names and positions, you listen entranced when he explains muscles, anatomy, gaining and leaning out. Raph can’t hide a shy smile when you tell him he’s a ‘smart cookie’.

That’s one of the absurd ones, albeit a personal favorite for him, ‘smart cookie’ sounds like something that falls more under Donnie’s category, but no. You’ve used it often and never in frivolous way. It’s sincere and meant.

‘Viking’ is an absurd one and at that he truly raises a brow ridge at. You had joked about it once in your post coital bliss, hands running over his perfectly built body. You had told him he was a strong Viking man, that it was a vibe he just gave off. Her busted out laughing and while he isn’t huge on it he loves that it’s said after he does something impressive, like opening that jar of pickles you never can seem to do.

In private though, well in private he greatly enjoys ‘Daddy’ and gun to his head he can’t even explain why. It slipped out of you one day, he had you on all fours, those big hands of his spreading your cheeks and spanking them. You had moaned it out, completely lost in the pleasure of his thick cock hitting all the right spots. He had been stunned but not deterred, if anything he had driven so much harder and faster into you. He loves when you sneak up on him and whisper it against his neck, hands frisky and arousal evident. Raph tested the waters with it to make sure, asking you in that low voice of his “what’ya want daddy ta’do, baby girl?”, he swore you creamed yourself on the spot that night.

Raph knows he’s in love, with every little pet name you give him. He can’t go without hearing the ones he likes, even wondering what bizarre new one you will come up with. He knows he’s in love because your voice carries that love in the pitch in which you say those names.

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Donnie knows he’s in love when you touch him. Random little touches to his body, not all of the sexual nature of course. Touches that span the entirety of a day, with you caressing, gripping or ghosting across his body in nothing but a loving way.

He notices that it can be absentmindedly on your behalf too. You’ll come up behind him and wrap an arm across his chest, hand rubbing his chest as you ask about his online ongoings. The rhythmic caress makes him feel so gooey on the inside, a joyful spread in his chest. He loves when your hand lands on his thigh, your small digits drumming on hard muscle, slipping and sliding here and there.

You almost always fall a sleep grabbing him. A hand gripping his bicep, propped against his shell, or his personal favorite close to his heart. He loves that you’re big on hand holding and find an excuse to grab his hand whenever opportunity presents itself.

Donnie knows he’s in love when your eyes get clouded and your hand become less stationary on him. When you bite your bottom lip as your hand runs up his forearm (which he knows you’re obsessed with) and make a detour to the sides of his torso. Nails digging as he moves above you, scratching a path to his thighs before grabbing his rear and pushing him harder into you. That, that absolutely guts him and makes him cum.

It’s evident in the way you’ll cup his face when you kiss him hello or goodnight. He’s counted the minutes you’ve gone without touching him while together, it never exceeds more than ten minutes.

Donnie falls harder and harder for you with every touch of yours he feels.

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Leo knows he’s in love when you kiss him. He’s received so many kisses by you and all express different things, different feelings. He knows the importance of it when he arrived one day and had not kissed you.

‘You haven’t kissed me hello’ You had pouted when Leo was taking off his shoes, he had smiled and done just that.

He’s not sure which he loves more, the sensual lip locking the two of you engage that leads to much more.

Or those chaste little kisses throughout the day you just absolutely have to give him.

He had been grumpy once, probably a fight with Raph, and you had sat on his lap and littered his face with pecks until he couldn’t stop smiling. He knows he’s in love when you kiss his arm because you passed by him, kissed his hand while watch a movie, kissed a path down his hard muscled body. Your lips have declared territory on every inch of him.

Leo is absolutely goo when you kiss his forehead and the top of his head. He’s re-smitten when you kiss a trail from his cheek down his jaw while he reads out loud to you. Each brush of your lips reminding him that it’s necessary to feel him, to make sure that he’s palpable and real. He’s lost in that love when you thrust down onto him but must have your lips against his, swallowing his moans.

It’s the lazy make out when he sends you to nirvana. It’s the soft morning pecks that initiate even more lazy morning sex.

It’s the ‘please be careful’ kisses.

It’s the ‘oh thank god you’re safe!’ Kisses.

It’s the ‘I Love you so fucking much’ kisses.

That’s how Leo knows he’s in love.

[miyeoncey]

Did you notice those little feather-like flowers in the top left corner?

Before starting a sketch, the first thing I thought about is which flower would represent Lucifer’s character best. It was a tough choice between the rose and aconite - sharp thorns or intoxicating plant. Eventually I went with aconite: it represents caution, misanthropy and death; and despite its beauty, the flower is very poisonous. The most poisonous plant genus of Europe consists of at least a hundred different species and has an array of legends and folklore attributed to it. Not by chance it is called a ‘queen of poisons’ and ‘plant arsenic’ – in reference to arsenic, the ‘king of poisons’.

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I gotta admit, I’ve outdone myself once again😳

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