#sorry for the late response i was travelling and then forgot about this

[moonlitmmarie]

Hey, I want Truten to be happy too! :) They're on such similar wavelengths that I see them as being almost completely drama-free.

I also see them as bi; in fact, they overall prefer women, but their feelings for each other are so strong they sort of "override" that. They enjoy checking out girls together, even on their honeymoon, lol.

In my universe, they go to Bulma, who mixes their genetic material and "grows" them a baby scientifically, named Son Cotten Briefs.

As for poly-ships, I ship their big brothers in one, actually: Gohan/Videl/Mirai Trunks. I see Mirai hitting the same spot for Videl that Gohan does, that of a kind, caring, heroic man who's been through way too damn much trauma in his life.

THIS ☝️✨️🔥 They like girls, but they love each other. I think being bi is pretty on point for Goten, but I personally like to think of Trunks as being more gay (just to exclude a particularly problematic character out of his radar).

The idea of a genetically modified child is actually interesting, and it's not even out of the scope of Bulma's abilities considering she invented a machine to traverse universes. If the dominant and recessive genes of the kid are all within the span of Bulma's control, I know for sure Vegeta would badger her to make sure there's as much Saiyan genes as possible. The 25% chance that the child is a full Saiyan will definitely be pushed like an agenda lmao, although the ethicality is to be questioned.

(I actually sucked at Biology in school so apologies if this is wrong)

And good on you with HanVi and Mirai Trunks. I actually kinda liked Mirai Gohan and Mirai Trunks at first too, just because of how tragic they are. I could totally see how Mirai Trunks let the sentiment carry through to present Gohan, and since Gohan's already taken, he just has to join the relationship. But this would be an interesting polycule to explore.

[seventeenpins]

Can we perhaps have something where stepdad Joel makes reader squirt-😗

alskdfjal yes of course this is so perfect :))) thank u for the prompt 💕

practice makes perfect

pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: follow-up to bad girl. your mom decides to go out one night, leaving you and your stepdad at home alone together. feeling hurt and petty in response to his wife's cheating, he has no qualms with fucking you in your mom's bedroom. you make a mess.

warnings: okay lets go, a lot of fucking (so much fucking), stepcest, infidelity, oral sex (mentioned), unsafe piv, SQUIRTING, dirty talk, fingering, daddy kink, age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is mid-40s), a bit of dom/sub vibes, multiple orgasms, creampie -- let me know if i missed anything?

a/n: i am so completely blown away by the response to my first stepdad!joel fic -- thank you all so much for the comments and reblogs and messages, i fuckin cherish them all. as always, pls feel free to reach out. i hope you enjoy this instalment!

for the first week after joel walked in on you, you were half convinced your entire experience with him had been a fever dream. you hadn't seen all that much of him on account of a big project he's been grumbling about, something about a delayed material delivery that pushed him closer to a deadline than he'd prefer. you were busy yourself, too, going out with friends and spending long hours on some of your freelance work.

there were moments, though, that you'd catch one another and there'd be a glint of something in his eye.

one night, you, your mom, and joel are all sat at the table for a family dinner. your mom has drained her wine glass twice already, and is reaching for the bottle again as she tells you both, "i'm afraid i can't stay for long tonight, i just got a text from vera. sounds like she's having a bad night and needs a friend."

joel makes a sound like a snort that he follows up with a cough. "poor vera," he says, "she's been havin' an awful rough time lately, hasn't she? it's like she's inconsolable every other day."

"yes," your mom says, "she has been going through so much."

joel stares at her for a moment and you almost expect him to challenge her on it, but then he lets out a breath and smiles.

"you're such a good friend, baby," he tells her and she grins before turning back to her glass of wine and taking a big gulp. joel fixes you with a knowing stare and smirks. you both know she's not going to vera's.

after she finishes picking at her plate, she announces that she needs to get ready and dips out of the room.

"so, vera, huh?" you ask and joel snorts.

"can't believe your momma forgot she made me follow that woman on instagram months ago. according to her recent posts, she's currently travelling through iceland."

you roll your eyes and laugh, "seriously?" you ask, and joel nods.

"you'd think she'd be a better liar by this point," you say, and joel smiles but winces a little too.

it's not a game. you know it's not a game. just because you're used to your mother's antics doesn't mean it isn't new to joel, and he's only known for certain for a week that she's been unfaithful to him and that's gotta hurt. despite whatever's going on between you two, you know joel's heart is aching.

you're pretty sure you've just poured salt in the wound.

"i'm sorry, joel," you say, suddenly embarrassed, "i didn't mean to- i don't know. i didn't mean to make fun of it. i know you're dealing with... a lot."

joel shrugs and relaxes, "ah, it's alright sweetheart. just something i need to deal with. but you've done nothing wrong."

"okay," you say, and it's only then that you realise how close you've been leaning towards one another. at the sound of your mother's heels on the stairs, joel clears his throat and the two of you put more distance between yourselves.

your mother's voice carries down the hallway. "will you two be alright without me? i know you haven't had a chance to spend much time together."

"i'm sure we'll manage." you say, and joel smirks.

"she's a real good girl," he says, "'m lovin these opportunities to get to know her better."

"i'm glad to hear it," your mom says, and smiles between the two of you as you do your best not to choke.

"ya look great, baby," joel says, eyebrows raised as he looks your mom up and down. "cute dress. that makeup's gonna get ruined with your face masks, though, huh?"

she blushes and waves him off, "you know i like to get all get dolled up for my girls night," she says, "i can wipe the makeup off later."

"i'm sure you will," he says, and though you can hear the edge to it, you don't think your mom can. he presses a kiss to her cheek.

"i might be home late," she tells you both, "don't wait up!"

"no worries, baby," joel says, "in fact, if vera's having such a hard time, maybe you should make it a sleepover"

your mom grins and it's dazzling and heartbreaking. it's moments like this that you can see exactly why so many men have fallen in love with her. "that's a great idea, honey," she says, "i think i'll do just that! i'll see you both in the morning."

with a swish of her hair, your mom has left through the front door. joel groans, folding forward and resting his head in his hands, letting out a low "fucking jesus" before he sits back and composes himself. he lets out a deep sigh and then turns to look at you and shakes his head, closing his eyes, resigned.

you're not sure what's appropriate. you nearly reach out to deliver a comforting pat to his hand, but change your mind at the last moment, instead batting your hand out like a cat's paw and then recoiling.

joel's eyes weren't, apparently, closed. he sees your indecisive gesture, frowns, and gives you a look, before laughing. "you're okay, sweetheart," he says, his voice still tinged with the rumble of laughter, "it's all a lot to deal with. but i'm managing. and guess what?"

"what?" you ask.

"we've got a whole night to ourselves. just the two of us."

"oh yeah?" you ask, and you suddenly feel hot all over. joel's staring at you with such a darkness in his eyes that you're certain you're already wet.

"'f that's something you'd like, that is." joel smiles and it's almost unexpected the way he checks in with you, that he still has the capacity to focus on your needs. in his position, you might just be out to take what you could get, wholly and selfishly.

he's so... considerate. fuck he turns you on.

"i've got an idea," you say, and you take him by the hand and lead him upstairs.

you can feel his body stiffen when you stand in the doorway to your mother's bedroom. "you want me to fuck you in here?" he asks, and you can't parse his tone.

you're worried that you've gone too far, that despite the filthy way he fucked you only a few days ago, you've hit a barrier you should never have crossed, but you nod. before you can ask is it too much? he's growling "yes" and dragging you into the room.

he pulls you into a kiss, frenzied and feral, his teeth biting at you, nipping at your lips and cheeks, laving kisses down your throat. before you know it, you're both fully naked, clothes littered all over the floor of the room and joel's teeth are gently biting down on one of your nipples as he rocks his hips against yours.

"are you gonna let me take care of you? gonna let daddy take care of you?" he asks, "use your words."

"yes, daddy," you tell him.

"ya know," he tells you, running a hand down your sternum and resting between your breasts, feeling the rise and fall of your breathing, "there have been a few times i've gotten home late these past few days, and when i walked past your bedroom door i could swear i heard the sweetest little moans."

you blush and look away from him.

"uh-uh," he says, tipping your chin up, making you look at him, "were you thinkin' bout me?"

you nod. "yes daddy" it's the truth, after all.

"good girl," he smiles, "thank you for being honest with me. now i already know you're a dirty girl, what with all your naughty videos. and i know you're a fuckin' slut the way you spread your legs so easily for me."

"yes daddy," you echo.

"but what i don't know," he says, and his voice is velvet and dangerous, his pupils blown with hunger, "is just how many surfaces in this room i can bend you over and fuck you till you're so cock drunk you can't speak."

your eyebrows shoot up and your jaw drops.

"i ain't even started with you, honey," he smiles, and he drops to his knees.

it's a fucking marathon.

he eats you out at the foot of your mothers bed till you're panting, his lips glistening with your slick and he makes you feel so good you're certain you're gonna die.

then, your positions are reversed, joel trying his best to plant his feet into the carpet so he doesn't melt off the bed altogether, while you kneel before him. he fucks up into your throat, delighting in every vibration your moans and swallows provide.

soon, you're pressed up against the dresser, your fingers gripping onto the drawer handles as he fucks into your pussy from behind.

then against the bookshelf. the closet doors. there's a moment where joel gets closer than he'd like to coming and he has you grab onto the floor lamp as he eats your pussy again on bended knee, only this time you're standing up and trying your best not to crumple onto him when he makes you come a fourth and a fifth time.

you're starting to get overstimulated. no, you are overstimulated, but it's in the most oddly delicious way. joel has you folded over the foot of your mom's bed, your knees on an ottoman, the rest of you pressed against the mattress, fists groping at sheets, holding on for dear life.

it's a good angle, hell, it's the perfect angle. not only does it feel incredible, it helps prop your ass up to a height that allows joel's huge cock to fuck you deeper without too much more effort, gripping your hips as he pounds into you. the best part, though, is that you're both at the perfect angle to see yourselves in the full length mirror.

"jesus christ, baby," joel is saying, "you see how deep i am? feel how deep i am? pussy's so tight around this cock. can almost feel myself in here," he says, and presses two fingers against your tummy.

you moan, using every ounce of strength you have left to keep your ass in the air and take joel's cock so nicely.

"it feels so good, daddy," you sob, "it's so big, making me come so many times. fuck, i can feel it building- it feels so good, you make me feel so good-"

"yes, baby," he growls, "let go for me, let me feel you come stretched so pretty 'round daddy's dick."

"fuck, daddy," you whine, because you realise it's a different sensation that's been building and even though you know what it is, you've never quite reached an orgasm like this before. "i'm gonna come, daddy! i'm gonna fuckin come-"

"shit, baby," he says as he starts to feel hot wet spurts of liquid splashing out of you, "oh fuck, you gonna wet my cock with your cum?"

you're screaming now, so fucked out and overstimulated

"oh, shit honey, yes-" joel shouts, a man possessed, as he pulls his cock out from you and rubs furiously at your clit, moaning loudly as you gush all over his hand. "oh, i'm gonna need more of that," he groans, and you can't find words to argue. he fucks back into you, hitting that same spot, finding that same pressure.

"could fuckin drink this, baby," he says, "comin' all over my cock like the fuckin whore you are. look at us, baby, look in the mirror and don't you dare close your fucking eyes."

you obey. it's a struggle to get your eyes to even focus, but when you do, you're sent over the edge again and again and again.

the two of you look so fucking good, the jiggle of your ass, the angles of your bodies and the way you slot together, the tan of joel's arms, his muscles, his control, the silver of his hair.

his breathless mantra "good girl, good girl, fuckin' take it, such a good girl-," as you take everything he gives you and more.

he finds a rhythm for fucking every last drop out of you. he'll give you a few harsh, deep thrusts and then pull out and rub your pussy till you aren't gushing around him anymore. then he'll slap your pussy with the head of his cock, making you shudder before he stuffs it back in and builds you up again.

your thighs are drenched and the wetness down your legs is cooling. you've lost count of the number of times he's made you come like this, but finally, you're shaking so hard you can't bear it and his thrusts are getting staggered.

he's breathless when he manages to ask, "you want me to fill up this lil pussy? fill it full of daddy's cum?"

"yes, yes, yeesss-" you beg, and you watch your reflection as joel's hips stutter a final time and he lets out a strangled groan as he loses control and fucks his release into you.

the second after he comes, he collapses onto you but you're so weak and fuck-drunk you collapse, too. joel rolls off of you so you can breathe, but then both of you are laughing. you're disgusting, covered in sweat and spit and squirt and cum, but joel dips a finger into your pussy and then licks up the combination of juices.

seeing your awed expression, joel shrugs and then smiles, a little embarrassed. "just needed to taste ya like this," he says, and it's incredibly endearing.

after a few more minutes of laying around in messy, sticky comfort, joel gets up. and then- "shit".

"what's wrong?" you ask as you look up at him and he's- laughing?

you look down at what he's looking at -- the ottoman. you've drenched it entirely. it's at least three shades darker than it was to begin with, and reeks of sex.

"well," you say, "that's not ideal."

"guess i'll have to buy your momma a new one," he says, rubbing against his temples and barking out a short laugh. then he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and one to your forehead.

"you go have a shower," he tells you, "i'll take care of this mess, and then let's get some snacks," he winks, and you smile.

he starts to back out of the room when you call to him, "so, mom's gonna be gone all night-" you start to say, tentative.

"you already askin' for round two?" he asks, incredulous.

"if we're calling all of that-" you gesture around the room, "round one? then yeah. i'm asking for round two."

"dirty girl," he laughs, "you're fuckin insatiable!"

"that's not a no-" you point out.

"no, it's not a no," he says. "let's refuel. rehydrate. and get right back to it."

[cottonlemonade]

Plan B [part 2]

word count: 1490 || avg. reading time: 6 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

part 1 for context

Of course your staff had immediately informed you about the display from the day before when you came in the following morning. The barista even showed you a few snapshots he had taken with his phone and as much as you hated to admit it, you would have loved to have been there to see it in person. Pictures didn’t really do him justice, you thought. “Should I send those to you, manager?”, the barista asked with a knowing smirk. When you didn’t say anything but just stoically walked past him into the kitchen, you were glad when your phone buzzed a few seconds later and a small flood of pictures appeared in your chat. You cleared your throat and got to work.

Despite his regular appearances the last couple of weeks, the guy didn’t show up again the next day. Or even the day after that.

“Maybe he actually finally gave up?”, the waitress suggested with a shrug. She was counting the receipts while the barista helped you clean the espresso maker.

“I hope not. What else are we gonna do for entertainment around here?”

“How about your job.”, you suggested.

The barista let out a theatrical groan, which earned him a dish towel to the face.

At this point, a week had passed since the last time you saw the guy and although you found your thoughts wandering to his handsome smile every so often, you decided it was most likely for the better.

It was late in the evening and the café was closed for the day. The sky was gray and obviously brewing up something unpleasant so you wanted to make sure to send your team home as quickly as possible.

Soon enough, after hugs and waves goodbye, you locked the glass door from the inside and went to the kitchen to prep food for the next day.

You had just started to mash up a bowl of overripe bananas when a soft knocking made you look up and glance through the serving hatch.

The wind outside brushed past the shops with a low whistle and you could make out a very familiar shape in the dim light of the streetlamps.

More excited than you’d like to admit you made your way to the door.

“Sorry, I’m late.”, the guy’s voice was muffled through the glass.

You pointed to the Closed sign with a raised eyebrow. He put his hands together in a silent plea.

With a very big eye roll you grabbed the keys from your apron pocket and opened the door a handwidth.

“Hi.”

“Hey there.”

“I need a cake.”

“Goodbye.”, you closed the door again.

“Please!”, he called.

You shook your head and gestured to your ear to signal you couldn’t hear him.

He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and began to type something. A few seconds later he held the screen up against the glass.

Forgot to get cake for friend’s birthday.

You pulled a notepad from your belt and wrote “unfortunate” in response.

Low rumbling of thunder made you both look to the horizon. A few moments passed in which he threw you puppy dog eyes. You sighed loudly and unlocked the door again.

Not a minute too soon. With the click of the lock the first heavy raindrop hit the windowfront.

“Thank you.”, he said with a grateful smile.

“Don’t mention it. But you will have to live with what’s left of the day. The ones for tomorrow still need to be decorated.”

He followed you to the counter, having the decency to look apologetic as you waved him to come along further to check out the cakes in the fridge.

He chose a white chocolate cake with strawberries and you carried it back to the front to pack it up.

“How has your last week been?”, he asked as you worked.

“Uhm, I made my best cinnamon rolls yet and finally found my TV remote. So pretty good, I’d say. How about you?”

“Not as good as yours apparently. Pretty busy. I had to do some traveling and give a bunch of presentations. Sorry I couldn’t come by to bring up that counter you keep on the blackboard.”

You closed your eyes and made an indefinable noise. You'd have to talk to your staff about the concept of discretion.

“Technically, that means I owe you at least one.”

“Oh, please don’t.”

He swaggered closer and, leaning on the counter, considered you for a moment.

You held his gaze, expecting the worst.

“Wait, I… actually forgot what I wanted to say."

You tried not to smile but were betrayed by your pursed lips.

"Gotta be honest, of all your flirting so far that has been the best one."

He gave you a half smile.

"How about you don't see it as flirting. See it as me just being extra friendly to someone extra beautiful."

You scoffed but couldn’t stop a short sort of giggle escaping your lips.

After a moment’s pause he added, now with genuine sweetness, "Go out with me. Just once. I promise it'll be fun. And really, what's the worst that can happen?"

"Where do I even start?"

"Okay. But besides that, the worst that can happen is that we realize we don't have anything in common."

You looked at him, your head slightly tilted in thought.

"Like, what are you doing tonight after work?", he suggested.

"Well, I’m meeting some friends."

"What will you be doing?”

“A museum has a science night we wanna check out.”

“Oh! Really?”, he asked excitedly, dropping his flirtatious manner completely. And sure enough this little piece of information carried you through the subject of scientific fun facts to books to hobbies and so on. The rain had lessened significantly but an hour later he was still there, sitting on a chair at the kitchen island, talking while you worked, peppering in little compliments here and there but keeping it mostly pleasantly fluffy.

When you eventually parted in front of the café, Kuroo hesitated, obviously thinking about how to say Goodbye. In the end you both settled for slightly awkward smiles and went your separate ways.

He had an extra spring in his step as he arrived at the restaurant, incredibly late but incredibly happy. His friend accepted the cake with a tipsy, somewhat off-key belt of “Happy birthday to me!” and pointed to a free seat next to Kenma.

"Someone's looking chipper.", his former setter commented and accepted a slice of birthday cake, “Why did you leave me here alone?”

“You’re hardly alone, Kenma-kun.”, the older one said vaguely, "I had to pick up the cake first. I only remembered when I was already at work."

"So… is it from that little café?"

Kuroo shrugged, but was unable to hide a grin.

His friend lifted a brow. Originally, Kuroo hadn’t meant to talk about it. About how he didn't expect you two to actually have so much in common, about how funny you were, how smart and how gorgeous you looked even after a long day at work. How you practically made him beg to get into the café at all and how easy it was to talk to you once the ice was broken. It took him a few minutes to finally stop gushing.

"Sounds like a very promising night.", Kenma said approvingly, hoping he’d finally be free of his friend’s whining about why you wouldn’t go out with him, "So you got her number, then."

Kuroo's dreamy expression fell at once. "Oh.”

The sun glistened on the streets still soaked from last night’s rain but the air smelled fresh and you hummed to yourself when you thought about the previous evening. As you unlocked the cafe’s front door you heard someone calling your name and turned around.

Your stomach dropped when you spotted Kuroo on the other side of the road, waiting to cross safely.

“Good morning.”, he said, a little out of breath but with a winning smile.

“Good morning. What brings you by so early?”

“I have a full day today so I wouldn’t be able to come by otherwise.”

You tried hard not to look too pleased.

“I was wondering, if - I mean, I forgot to - Could I have your number?”

Pretending to think about it, you opened the door.

“Do you want that on a to-go cup?”

“That would be easier to brag with.”, he said, nodding thoughtfully and stepping in behind you.

While you prepared his usual, Kuroo watched you closely and you weren’t sure if the pink in his cheeks was from his jog here or something else.

When you handed him his tea a few minutes later he stood there, looking you up and down with his cheeky grin.

You squinted in suspicion.

“You look even cuter than usual today.”

“Get out before I charge you double.”

He lifted the cup and winked. “Talk to you later.”

[nishiyako]

Panties (NSFW)

Paring : 3rdYear!Nishinoya x 3rdYear!Reader

Tags : Fucking in a cleaning closet, Vaginal penetration, bent over, Teasing, Panty stealing (mostly giving), fingers in mouth, established relationsip, Noya being a lil fucking perv.

Summary : Being the responsible third years you and Noya are, the both of you decide to stay a bit late to clean up the gym. Once alone, he accidentally gets a glimpse of your adorable striped panties, which mad him decide to have you right then and there.

You and Noya were left in the gym cleaning up, as third years it was your responsibility to take care of everything apparently. Noya finished rounding up all the volleyballs as you were left in the closet with the brooms.

You heard his footprints follow behind you, "looking for something?" He asked, "No, Tanaka just forgot his beanie" you said as you picked it off the floor, he watched as you ass peaked out of your blue skirt, your striped panties showed as it highlighted your puffy folds.

"Wonder how it got here" you said standing back up, "he'll probably pick it up in the morning" he assured. You felt his arms wrap around you as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck smelling your sweet perfume.

"Tired honey?" You asked. He didn't bother with a response as his hands traveled under your blouse, "What are you doing..?" You ask as your cheeks start to glow red.

"Relax, I just wanna feel ya for a bit he whispered in your hear, you heard the venom in his voice as you knew he had other intentions. You stood there stunned as he ran his rough hands and traced every curve of your body. His right hand slipped under your skirt and rubbed through through the fabric of your soaked underwear.

It was a miracle how good you looked in the girls uniform, It was probably his best decision to choose karasuno. "Noya, please, not here." You whined, "Relax, no one's here anymore, we've got the gym to ourselves. You rather let me fuck you on the stage?" He asked with a tease in his raspy voice. "No..." you hummed.

You knew your boyfriend was a pervert. You loved that fact about him. He could control his constant hunger for you, yes. But something about having you right now on school property exited him.

It was his habit to grind against that ass of yours just to see how flustered you would get, but you were alredy so embarrassed he didn't want you to combust on him.

"Bend over for me, I just wanna test something." He said, he was always curious and you always seemed to fule it. "Noya please." A silence filled your sentence "don't do this to me" you begged. "Do what? Treat you like the tease you are? Sorry babe, that can't be stoped." It was about time you took responsibility.

All those times you made lewd gestures for him on the bleachers during the game that would obviously distract him, the nude photos you'd send him while he'd be out of town for games, or when you'd brush up against him every time you passed a group of girls.

You were kind of oblivious to the effect you had on him. You thought of it as just a funny joke, but secretly, you knew it was an obvious enough invitation.

You fainally bended over as you held one if the shelves for support, you alredy heard him tug his shorts down as he rubbed it shaft against the soaked fabric.

He pushed your cotton panties to the side as he sliped his sensitive tip inside you, you let out a breathy moan as it was mumbled by his hand over your mouth, "Is it alright if I..." he said ending his sentence, you alredy knew what he was gonna say anyways.

You nodded your head as a 'yes', he slipped in slamming his hips against your soft ass, his other hand held you by your hips, keeping you still. His chest was against your arched back as he held you close. You adjusted to him and it didn't take long for him to start moving.

He started slow, savoring every muffled sound you made. He started to thrust in, getting quicker and deeper as he made the shelf rock slightly and the objects on it rattle.

You could blame him, he loved fucking that cunt of yours under your skirt. Squeezing the flesh of your hips as he pounded you. You gripped the the shelf for dear life as you held yourself up, you stood on your tip-toes letting him have better access of every part of your sorry body.

His thrusts were sloppy but it felt divine, your brain fuzzed as the fear of being caught faded, all you focused on was the hands on your body and the twitching cock inside you.

Noya toyed with you, reaching his hands under your bra as he squeezed your perked nipples, or he'd reach down and rub circles around your sensitive clit. Whatever there was he wanted to toy with it, letting his curiosity and disires run free.

He took control of the situation in the best ways possible, the door still being open enough to see your body in the dim closet. The red hand marks on your ass from spanking you.

You started to get louder from the way he pounded you, fluids dripping down your thighs as his hand toyed with you, it drove you crazy. You felt his hand let go of your lips, you caught your breath fainaly being able to breath.

Suddenly his two fingers trapped your tounge to the floor if your mouth, you sucked on them to muffle your sweet sounds as your tounge played with them. Maybe sometime he'd put that tounge of yours to good use.

Everything was too much, yet you couldn't get enough. If he could treat you like this every day, he would. Maybe he just might.

"Baby, ima pull out mkay?" Noya whispered in your ear, you nodded as you couldn't wait for your sweet release. Pounding you even faster as your legs started to quake.

Suddenly, he pulled out, fluids rushed down your thighs as they soaked the hem of your black knee socks. He stroked himself as he came all over your exposed ass, soaking your cute panties even more.

You heard a whiney "Fuck!" Escape his lips as he finished, you both caught your breath as you decided to finnish up cleaning, also making sure to clean you the mess both of you made.

He joked about you giving him the panties as a gift, and secretly, you did consider it. As he walked you to your door, you said your goodbyes and goodnights. As he turned around, you spoke, "Hold on! I wanna give you something."

He turned round to see you holding onto a table as you balanced yourself. You slipped off your panties and folded them before handing it to him.

You gave Noya a smile and a kiss on the cheek then you bent over taking off your shoes before entering the house, now he saw your fully exposed cunt infront of him before you stood back up and entered your house.

Long story short, he had to deal with a bloody nose once he got home.

Note : Thank you so much, @syruponsausage , for the idea! I do agree, pervy dom Noya is top teir ;))

Reminder : Asks are still open!!

[amaya-143]

hello. part two of me ranting about the fear of memory loss in isat. is it that obvious i have autism?

part one was about the kings fear of forgetting. Go read. *clicks my fingers like a cat* go.

disclaimer not a psychiatrist blahh blahhhh u get the idea :p king rant was long, this will be longer. maybe one singular person is as normal as i am about this game and will enjoy. otherwise at least its out of my system and into words

So yeah, the king is afraid of forgetting. Siffrin, however, is afraid of being forgotten.

Siffrin, is late 20s, and just like the king lost the majority of their memories to the island.The people they loved, all that jazz i don't need to write the cinematics again. They too end up in an unfamiliar place, however they end up a rouge. They travel from city to city, never staying anywhere solid, never making any real connections for years (at least as far as we know.) To him, he is just a guy* who lost everything that they knew, and that's that. No point if it'll just happen again. In fact im not even sure if they're aware they're from that island, since I'm pretty sure he learns it ingame. He just exists. Thats it. Their life doesn't matter, doesn't impact anyone. He is forgettable

But then, they meet Mira, Odile, and Isa. Then Bonnie, and when things couldn't get more confusing, he loses an eye for them. The party loves Siffrin, even if they never say it pregame. They appreciate him. And even if Frin doesn't think it directly, they definitely subconsciously believe it pregame. Otherwise, it wouldn't be such a shock when odile says they're colleagues at best. So how can Siffrin go back to his old life? A life on the go, with no connections, nothing but the millisecond bumps into strangers and polite conversations with the clerk at the hotel desk. Nobody to come home to, no one to ask how their day was.

Its like trying chocolate after eating coco beans all your life. Maybe you can tolerate going back to coco beans for a bit, but you'll never forget the chocolate. It'll be something you think about all the time, your thought before sleep takes you, as tiktok would say your 'roman empire'.

So Siffrin cannot let them go back home. He wishes to stay with them. and thus, the loops happen.But after a bit he, quote, 'understands the king more than he'd like to'

He refuses to be forgotten, to have to go back to that life. They've lived the span of their memories being so blindingly forgettable, now someone, some people see them and its so close in his grasp. Isabeau is so close to confessing to him. Mirabelle is so close to her full potential as a housemaiden. Odile is accepting she's more than her roots. And Bonnie, the kid he lost an eye for, disabling him permentantly, HUGGED them. a massive deal for a fella whos been living off small talk and avoiding eye contact for the last 10 years. Just one more loop, if they do it all right then just maybe..

Not here to talk abt the loops. moving on.

After all these people who love him, they don't wanna be forgotten. Trauma isn't just a factor in disorders. Trauma can, and often does create its own reactions. For a real world example, Children who grow up with absent parents often react with avoiding and distancing tendencies, where as children with emotionally unstable parents tend to grow to be anxiously attached to those they love. These aren't disorders, but they are a reaction to the trauma faced and ingraned. Frin's fear of being forgotten is just as much a trauma response as it is a result of the way he lives. Who knows how many people Siffrin forgot in the island. What's stopping him from being like them? What's stopping him from being so forgettable.

Side note, act 5 is next to the Sunny vs Basil fight as my favorite two scenes in games, especially when it comes to imagining/reading about them in other characters povs other than the mains. And bigfrin is my absolute joy in the world. not sorry.

But after loops n loops of trying to prevent it, hearing off handed comments about how bonnie hates them, and how isa will say i love you to anyone except him, Sif's self worth is at an all-time low. They just don't have it in them anymore. They cant do it. we're looking at months of living the same two days over and over. Same lines. Same people. Same events. Years, if you're an insane person who does like 500+ loops. I think most people did like 70-150 though. Siffrin has been reliving this for so long he's begun to find comfort in it. It feels safe. Its boring, its insufferable, yes, but its SAFE. After suffering all those months, they're leaving anyway. They are going home. They will go home and forget Sif and it will all be for nothing. When Odile stops them from looping back, they strike. Either at themselves, or those they love. They would literally rather attack those they've gone through months of suffering just to spend more time with, or attack themselves time after time till it kills them. They'd rather it than risk them all leaving and forgetting him. I don't really have much more to say i guess i just ugh

i love act 5 i love bigfrin and if theres any writers reading this write some act 5 from other party members pov and you will get the juciest kiss.

if you read all this way, congrats!! i diagnose you with autism 💜

*guy is used as a unisex. i know the correct term for siffrin is fella. i went to gender school.

[sicariodechinchulines]

Damijon headcanon: Dami doesn't flirt, he COURTS.

•We tend to forgot WHERE and HOW Damian was raised. He just doesn't get the concept "Highschool sweetheart". when he first mentioned that, they were at a gala.

"-Im not interested on playdates, that's a waste of time.-" and they nodded because that's SOOO him, but then... "-If someone is interested on my being and dare to ask for my hand, I expect them to be ready for marriage. If not, then is just to be mean a ephemeral game that I won't even bother to remember, they shouldn't either."

Unnecessary to say that reporters we're so fucking excited with that response, so much that they didn't notice Dick Grayson hanging from a chandelier.

• and yes, he had a girlfriend before, even shared some kisses with other ladies and acted like a gentleman for them, but the truth is: he didn't take them seriously.

• Dami was ready for living alone and single, that's not the big deal, but Jon appeared again, and things started to get weird... in an amusing and warming way. Jon was now a mature good looking man, strong and good-natured as always. The little naive and childish boy was gone, and now was a man; a man worthy of his attention, in any areas.

• Without saying ANYTHING about his feels, he started to court Jon in the way he learned was appropriate, the problem is: Jon Kent is not a lady.

AND IS NEITHER SINGLE.

• Flowers, luxurious gifts and expensive jewelry. People started to suspect if Jon became some type of sugar baby for Damian, but when is questioned, Jon unsuspecting, answer "I don't know, rich people are weird"

• yes, people, Damian does HOLD the doors open for Jon, while ignoring the people behind, usually ending on them smashing their faces with the door.

• They rarely travel on cars, but when they do, Dami open the door for him; the bats are BEWILDERED by that.

• Needless to say that Jay DOES want to beat the shit out of him. (I don't blame him, if a sort of Arabic prince- heir of one of the biggest fortune in the world- a fucking Robin is trying to conquer MY boyfriend, I would love to beat the shit out of him too.)

Even if he's mad at him, don't see the point on competing with a child, because after all he's not even 15.

• Everyone knows that this boy is weird in SOOO many ways, but waiting 4 years until the object of your courtship is legally able to touch you, is little to much... even for Superman, who lost his virginity in his late twenties.

• Clark never say anything about that matter, first because he doesn't want to feed rumors, and second..

Because if he ADMIT that he would be okay with Damian marrying his son, Batman will KILL HIM.

•Even if he is worried about the future that Damian and Jon hold as best friends or partners, he can't denied that Damian devotion to Jon is cute.

Sorry but Clark is a hopeless romantic who loves his wife DEEPLY

(and he doesn't like Jay at all, he doesn't knows him as much he would like, neither is happy with the amount of info about his son that is on internet now thanks to jay's activism... but this ray of sunshine don't talk about that because, wHAT IF HE IS BEING HOMOPHOBIC OR SOMETHING?? Don't want to stress his boy with that.)

• after the SHOW Damian Wayne gave at that gala talking about his expectations on a partner and the PROPER way of courtship, the rumors about the younger Wayne being a heartbreaker like his father were over. NOW, they love to talk about how amazing and romantic Damian would be as a boyfriend.

When in an interview, a reporter mentioned Tim Drake-Wayne the titular "The teens dream: A prince like Damian Wayne. His thoughts about dating and how court a lady" he dissociated for 1 whole minute.

• the worst-best come now. Still hanging from that titular a journalist did DARE to ask about PRE-MARITAL SEX. (yes, Bruce demanded that journalist, yes, Bruce won.)

"- Isn't obvious? I'm against it, at least for myself. I don't find shame on waiting the proper person to lost your virginity with... even if I fall in love with SOMEONE who isn't virgin anymore, I'll wait anyway."

And yes, that was a hint for Jon. Jon didn't get it, but the press did.

It was funny how teen boys were so spiteful towards him and how teen girls were so delighted. Damian set the bar so high for Gotham boys.

• even with all the gifts and flowers and food, Jon is the ONLY ONE who don't notice. His mother did, his father did, Batman, Redhood, RedRobin and Nightwing DID, even StARFIRE AND THAT'S A LOT. a night after a mission she just said "Correct me if I'm wrong... but the little Robin is courting Superman according his culture standards, isn't?" And the whole Bat Boys just stared.

"That's adorable... a little gentleman!"

• They usually cuddle. It was hard for Jon getting used to it after YEARS gone, but Damian was weirdly okay with it, even pleased Jon can say.

But there was something unsettling. He don't cuddle him as before, instead he do it in a way that makes Jon feel incredibly conscious about himself, but safe anyway.

Damian does it on purpose, holding Jon head close to his chest when they are on the couch, caressing the side of Jon's jaw and lightly touching his temple.

If Jon is being lucky and Damian too tired, he will press his nose against his curls and close his eyes, answering anything with a lazy "mmh"

• Bruce is worried. He's not Clark, he's not tHAT optimistic. He knows his son and how unhinged and dangerous he can be, and see this said devotion as a time bomb. What if Jon is not that good??? Or Damian manage to CONQUER the teen's heart and decide to guide him into a darker path???? Jon probed that he can DIE for him in most of one occasion, Damian is starting to act the same and is unsettling.

Sorry if isn't readable, my mother language is Spanish and i learned English from comics, translator and weirdly poetic AO3 p0rn. If you're that kind, please point out my mistakes or care to give me an advice so I can better my grammar, ty so much!!!!

[evalolxo]

Lover

MJF x reader

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table i’ll save you a seat

lover”

warnings - short asf, fluff, soft as

“where is your boyfriend you always talk to so much about y/n” my friend asked and i looked around nervously.

my boyfriend, max, was supposed to be meeting my friends today, i knew he didn’t want too but i didn’t expect him to blow it off without telling me.

“he’ll be here soon” i just stated my eyes traveling to the entrance and seeing no sign.

“excuse me, can i take this chair for my table?” a man came up to our table pointing at the chair next to me with a smile.

i protectively grabbed the chair.

“sorry, we’re waiting for someone else to come” i stated and my friends scoffed and the man nodded understanding and walking off.

i kept my hand on the chair and looked to the entrance sadly again.

“he’s not coming” i heard one of my friends whisper to the other and i sighed, i looked down at the menu but couldn’t focus on the words.

“i’m so fucking sorry i’m late, the line in the shop was crazy” i heard that oh so familiar voice and turned around quickly and seen max with a bouquet of roses in his hand.

he quickly sat down on the seat and handed me the roses.

“i saved a seat for you” i told him and he kissed my cheek as a thank you before turning to my friends.

“what’s up, i’m max, the fastest rising star in the history of professional wrestling” he introduced himself and i giggled and my friends eyes just widened and the situation in front of them.

i was giggling like a school girl holding roses while my boyfriend had introduced himself, didn’t wait for a response before turning back to me instantly and smiling.

“uhm, i’m jane”

“and i’m christa”

“yeah whatever, anyway how was your day babe?” max waved them off before turning fully to me in his chair, making sure his full attention was on me and nothing else.

“can i get your guys order?” a waiter came up to us and max turned to him offended.

“my girl was about to tell me about her day, we are busy right now” he told the waiter angrily and the waiter walked away a little embarrassed making me slap max’s arm lightly.

“don’t do that, and my day was going well, until you showed up” i joked and max looked at me in a jokingly offended way.

it seemed both of us had totally forgot that my friends were also here.

“i am very offended, i may have been late but it was for a great cause, im seducing you with those roses so later we can-“

i cut him off by putting my hand over his mouth before he come out with any profanities and i giggled and i felt him smile on the palm of my hand.

“save your dirty jokes” i told him still giggling and he nodded defeated but was still smiling.

“you two are disgusting” my friend jane stated and we both turned to her, we had totally forgot they were there.

“y/n is my lover, we’ll be disgusting if we want” i love this fucking man.

[tulipe-rose]

Hello! I hope this isn’t a bad time, but could I request a short fic of Yuna and Milo? Like they’re just having some mom and daughter time :3 oooo, maybe they went to get food for Milo’s birthday since it is coming up?

If you decide to do this (please don’t if you don’t want to) you can do any au you’d like

ILY(/p) SAFFRON, BYEE! ♥️

Of course (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Sorry for the late reply btw. I was out all day.

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Milo, my little angel.

Modern au, no ships. Biological!GiYuLo au.

Fluff.

P.s Happy birthday Milo!!

Today's the most important day of the year. Well, at least to Yuna it is.

Milo will be turning fifteen today! Yuna couldn't believe how quickly the years passed. Just yesterday Milo was a little ball of energy, waddling around adorably, being their little bundle of happiness.

They already celebrated her birthday a week in advance, since Giyuu had to travel for an exchange program between schools. Milo was already content with the celebration, but Yuna wanted to give her a few more surprises.

Yuna had a plan, but she had to wait for Milo to leave before she could execute it. Milo planned to go out with her friend group today, and Yuna was going to take advantage of that.

''Mum! I'll be heading out now! I promised to meet up with the others at the station. See you later! Love you!''

''Love you too angel! Don't be late, it's a school night!''

Yuna knew she didn't need to remind her, Milo was responsible enough to meet curfew, but she couldn't help herself. She was unable to stop herself from being extra careful. She didn't want to take any chances. The surprise must be perfect!

Yuna heard the front door close with a soft thud, before getting to work. She opened her closet, revealing the hidden gifts. She had ordered some fake roses for Milo to decorate her room with, a new flowy knee-length violet dress and a white brooch she noticed Milo eyeing at the store.

A little thing about Yuna is that she loves to spoil her daughter, like her husband. She got into the habit of buying at least two gifts for Milo on her birthday, being influenced by Giyuu's gifting habits. This year she had to compromise though, given the circumstances. She gave Milo one present during the early party, and will be gifting the rest to her tonight.

The order did arrive late, but fortunately made it in time. Yuna was relieved when it arrived last night, calming her tense nerves.

She specifically disliked ordering online due to it's unexpected timings, but she had to rely on it this time, and she's fortunate enough for it not to let her down.

She spread the gifts out on her bed, admiring her taste in gifts. Soon, she started feeling like enough time was wasted, and gathered everything to place the gifts neatly inside a box with white and lavender wrapping.

With that part of her surprise done, she went onto the next part of the plan.

Now, Yuna doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she forgot to order the snacks. She planned to enjoy a movie with some snacks tonight, but she somehow overlooked the latter, and only just noticed. She did her best to be positive, feeling like getting herself down would only waste time. She threw on a quick outfit, leaving for the nearest store.

''I need to hurry up. I still have to prep the living room, putting out comfortable pillows and warm blankets. I checked with Milo, she said she'd have lunch with her friends, so that relieves me of making proper lunch. I can just heat up some leftovers, it's high time they're eaten before they go bad'' She got her thoughts organized on her way to the store, while pulling out her shopping list, looking through things she needed.

~Timeskip to when she's back home, almost done with her to do list~

''The sun's setting already? Milo should be home anytime soon, gotta put the last touches before turning the lights off.''

Yuna wraps up any leftover work, putting the dried dishes away, and taking the roses out, and placing them on the table. She fixes herself up a bit, going in for a quick shower, safely assuming Milo wouldn't turn up for another thirty minutes at the very least.

Little did she know, Milo decided to return home early. Her mother emphasized her curfew, so she decided to turn up early just in case. She tried to give her mother a call, but there was no response, so she decided to ask her about it when she got back. Milo always kept a spare key with her, since her father insisted.

The apartment was dark and the lights were off, so Milo thought that may be her mother turned in early, or went out to buy something. She walked further in to see the kitchen illuminated, going to investigate, she found a decently sized bouquet of roses sitting on the table. Milo didn't expect to see it, but she did love roses, so she picked up one of them, taking a whiff of it's fragrant aroma. She knew they were fake, but she couldn't help but admire their beauty.

''MILO!?''

''Mum! You're here!''

Yuna didn't foresee this, but she decided to just go along with her original plan, but a little improvised.

''Happy birthday, my little angel...''

She embraced her daughter, smiling joyfully, greatful for her daughter's happiness and health. Milo returned the embrace, feeling tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

''Thank you... I'm truly grateful to have you mum!''

Sorry it's kinda late and rushed, I was out all day, and organizing my thoughts was pretty hard. I hope there aren't too many errors.

''Me too Milo, me too!'' Yuna leads Milo to the living room, which was left without lights, since Milo decided that she didn't want to turn them on only to forget them.

What meets Milo's eyes is exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring, yet fun, day.

The sofa was littered with the softest pillows they owned, and her favorite blanket, suitable for the chilly weather. Milo went over to huddle up with her mother on there, smiling giddily at how fluffy everything was.

''What's on for tonight?''

''A movie chosen by the birthday girl, and a mountain of snacks.''

''Ooo! I actually saw this one movie about demons and a main character with a tragic backstory, who's mission is to take them down to save his sister!''

''That movie's a small continuation of the series. The series is till ongoing with three seasons. I don't mind marathoning it with you though! You up for it?''

''Mhm! Definitely!''

They start the first episode, with barely ten minutes in, but Milo's already balling her eyes out.

''T-tanjiro deserved better! He's such a nice character! Why d-did this have to happen to himmm.''

Yuna, also a little moved by the tragedy, but mainly by the effects and graphics, pats her daughter's back reassuringly.

They go through the first season by midnight, and Milo starts dozing off.

''Did you have fun sweetie?''

''Yes, mum. I...-'' a yawn involuntarily interrupts her speech, which leads her to change what she intended to say. ''-should probably turn in and call it a day. The characters were all amazing, but eerily familiar. It was great though.''

''That's a relief then...''

Yuna picks up her daughter, thanking her workout while carrying her to bed, tucking her in and making sure she's comfortable. She reaches out to caress her daughter's cheek, eyes overflowing with warmth.

''No matter how old you grow up to be, you'll always be my dear daughter.''

She places a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing her soft hair off of her face, with great care and gentleness.

''Sleep tight, Milo. My little angel.''

I really hope you like it Kim. I didn't proof read this, because I wanted it to be out as soon as I finished it. Sorry if it's a bit ooc, I'm not the best at character analysis (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

I'll tag @larz-barz here, because this was the only thing I was able to do for Milo special day, sorry bout that.

Thanks for requesting this Kim, I didn't know what to do for Milo's bday.

[rhendarzon]

I'd like to hear your opinion on something that's bothered me for years. How does Rhen change her mind about being queen of Thais?

sorry for the late reply! work has been.... heavy

Anyways yeah me too! I even made a post about all the times she's said that she doesn't want to be queen: (here) with the latest one being in Thais after meeting the chancellor for the first time! That's quite late in game xD

for me personally i don't view the canon ending as my ending :P so she never really becomes queen in my eyes

But for the sake of canon,

Yes, she really, really, really did not want to be queen, but somewhere along between seeing Thais for the first time and fighting Ahriman, she changed her mind. Why? I can only attribute it to her being extremely empathetic/caring for people, always wanting to help/having this sense of responsibility, if that makes sense. We see it with Dirkon, Tiny, the boar guy (forgot his name) and a lot of others.

So my guess/HC is that she saw how ruined Thais was with her own eyes, and something changed. Before that it was all oh you're Queen this Queen that, all talk, right? Seeing it for your own self, with your own eyes, that's different. The walls crumbling, the blasted lands, the scared citizens, it was just misery everywhere.

It wasn't immediate, obviously. The first time she stepped into the Thais castle to meet with the Chancellor, she still didn't want to take the position. But, game-wise, we still face Aesma and Agas after Thais and before Ahriman, saving Vata, saving the Priestess, and a whole lot of travelling back and forth... oh man, our girl had time to stew on this. A lot of time.

So she can't help it. She has to do it. She couldn't let those people suffer, right? And facing Ahriman probably added fuel to that fire already burning inside her, so that definitely helped, seeing as he was the one who destroyed Thais after all.

But wait, why can't Devin do it? (Bear in mind, at this point we never knew if Devin himself could still return and be King - that only pops up after defeating Ahriman and only in the non-canon endings) << i might be wrong, someone help me double confirm lol ...Yeah at this point Devin is out of the question and the option of him being King again literally doesn't exist canonically lol~

So, yeah! This is my opinion on her changing her mind about being Queen of Thais! I hope this answer makes sense!

[stvngrantsgf]

i'll keep you company ☆ steven grant x m!reader

summary: steven is stood up on a date and a kind restaurant owner keeps him company.

steven had done it again. he'd fucked up another date because marc insisted on one last mission for the night. which obviously turned into six hours of traveling, scoping out the place, and then taking down the last of ammit's followers hidden in london.

steven was happy and understood the responsibility that marc and him both carried but for once, he just wanted to feel normal and again and maybe, just maybe, find someone to love. layla was out of the picture as she told both the boys that while she cared for them, she didn't want to have an romantic relations due to their past with her father and the "issues they needed to work out".

steven had had a date with a pretty boy he met on the bus but he was late. incredibly late. so there he was, moping at his favorite vegan restaurant, eating a mushroom burger with marc trying his best to cheer him up.

look, i'm sorry. i swear that's the last time i'll ruin a date.

he sighed, mumbling back to marc, "yeah, yeah. it's alright. didn't really know the bloke anyways.."

lies. they'd been texting non stop and now his number was blocked.

you'll find another one. you're a total catch.

steven snorted, "yeah, maybe you are. not me. i'm just little stevie."

he made a face using the name donna gave him. he was tired of ruining things with the rare people that gave him chances.

hot guy coming over.

☆

you had been eyeing the man sitting in the corner of our shop for a while. you had seen him many other times and wanted to approach him but was too nervous. he was always shy but happy and tonight, well, he was not himself.

you figured this was your chance. you could talk to him about what was troubling him and get to know him. so, you had walked over.

he looked up before you could speak. his eyes were a warm brown color and you could see every line on his face. he was beautiful. your voice got stuck in your throat, coming out a bit squeaky and you breathed out a hello. 

he gave a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes but was still polite. “oh, uh, hello.”

you completely forgot what you had came over for until you looked at his plate which was almost finished. “people don’t usually look so miserable eating my food.” you chuckled.

he blushed, his eyes widening and obviously trying to think of what to say. 

“oh- bloody- i’m so sorry, no your food is amazing. best burger i’ve eaten. that’s not meat. even beats meat, i’ll honest. sorry, i’m rambling now.” his eyes fell down, a frown coming on. 

oh no, you made him sad! stupid, stupid, stupid! you pulled out the chair opposite to him and sat down. 

“it’s quite alright. i was just teasing.” you watched his face for a moment. “are you okay?”

his face crumbled. this poor man was obviously going through a lot. he sniffled and wiped his eyes.

“i’m sorry, i’m not usually this much of a downer-”

“please, stop saying sorry-”

“sorry.”

you met his eyes and you both broke into laughter. 

“no one’s asked me if i was okay in a while.” he continued, “i, uh, was late for a date and he’s blocked me now.”

a date? you thank the gods for him missing the date, but then feel horrible as he’s this troubled.

“you must really like him, huh?”

he shakes his head. “no, i mean, he was sweet and all. but it’s just this has happened before, with other people. i have terrible memory.”

“i’m sorry to hear that... were those for him?”

you point to white flowers wrapped in brown paper and a very cute teddy bear. the man grimaces, “yeah, they were.”

“i hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” you start. “but, i see you here a lot and i’ve been trying to figure out how to say hi without sounding like a fool. if you would like to have a date tonight, i’ll keep you company.”

his eyes widen, and he stutters. “w-with you?”

you bite your lip nervously. “well, yeah. i completely understand if you say no-”

“yes! i mean, yes, i’d love to go on a date with you. i’m steven.”

you smile and tell him your name. steven repeats it. 

“that’s a beautiful name. so, you own this place?”

you nod, taking it all in. “yes, i do. it was my mother’s bakery but she gave it to me when i told her i wanted to be a chef.”

“that’s fantastic. she must be proud.”

“yeah, she is. so, steven, what does a handsome guy like you do? model?”

“me?! a model?!” he belly laughs. “if i was a model, the gods would be having a right laugh. no, i’m an archivist at natural history down the street.”

“are you serious? that’s so cool! i used to go there all the time when i was a student with my sister.” 

the conversation flows from there and you both gush to each other about your interests in art, music, and history. you’ve never felt this connected to anyone before and the mystery man in your shop was better than you ever imagined. 

☆ 

steven hadn’t expected his night to turn out exciting and romantic. he felt understood and seen for the first time in his life. he didn’t feel as if he was a burden or stupid. you listened to him and his rants about donna and marc (who he referred to as a friend). before you knew it, it was way past closing time and you both were the only ones seated in the store. 

steven looked at you, desperate to continue to conversation. “could i get your number, love? i would love to see you again.”

you quickly nodded, pulling out your phone. “here, type yours in and i’ll shoot you a text.”

he passed your phone back and reached behind him, picking up the flowers and teddy bear. he was incredibly nervous. “i’m glad i missed my date and talked to you instead. please, these were meant for you.”

you smiled. “you’re an angel. thank you, sweetheart.”

you looked at him, contemplating kissing him before decided to go for it. 

his lips tasted like the cherry pie you two had shared and were soft. your lips moved together slowly, enjoying the moment. you cupped the back of his neck, pulling him closer across the table and slipping your tongue into his mouth. 

finally, you both separated for air. you forehead rested on his, both of you softly panting. 

you licked your lips and spoke first, “i’ve been waiting to do that all night.”

his eyes were glazed and his pupils blown out. “breakfast? please?”

you nodded, smiling and pecking his nose before sitting back down, “yeah, baby. meet me here at 10.”

☆ 

I HOPE THIS IS OKAY I DIDN’T CHECK FOR MISTAKES. 

[moonlitmmarie]

wanna see my.oc?

Sure!

[stoirmeachapas]

WARNING: yelling, slight panicking attack, meanish annabeth?

A/N: i love happy endings. also i have scavenged this entire app for annabeth storys and there is none? so ill just do it myself then

PROMPT: You make me feel so alone/I’ll miss you most.

My head was lied lightly on her chest as she played with my hair, twirling the locks in her fingers. “You promise to write to me while you’re gone?”

I mumbled in response as I tried to melt deeper into the bed and into Annabeths side, the blanket lying loosely over us. I knew I had to get up but I didn’t really care.

��And you’ll take photos for me to see?”

“Yes, Ans.” I start to wiggle my way out of the bed. “Hey? Where are you going?”

I looked at the girl and pressed a kiss to her chin, “Im going back to my cabin.” My shoes were on the other side of the room so I went to grab them. “But you leave tomorrow, and then we wont see each other for 5 months.”

“I know, thats why I have to go back to my cabin Im leaving so I have to pack up.”

The blonde girl grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer again. “Cant you just stay the night, baby?”

I pulled my arm out of her grip. “Annabeth-“

“Im sorry, I forgot.” She stood up from her bed, pulling me into a hug. She pulled away and held my face in her hands, stroking my cheek. “Why are you being weird now?”

“Im not being weird!” I backed up and started for the door. “Yes you are!” I turned my back towards her as started to fiddle with the broken door handle, trying to get it to open. “Hey! Don’t walk away from me!”

I could feel my heart beating in my chest, my breathing speeding up. It was almost like my hearing had dissapeared and was replaced with a loud ringing sound. “Hey? It’s okay. Your okay. I didn’t mean to yell, Im sorry.”

“No- I-” I backed into the door, pushing it open behind myself.

I stepped out of the cabin, slamming the door behind me. Tears brimmed in my eyes. The blonde girl ran up beside me tugging on my arm, “Im sorry. You know I didn’t-“

— “I don’t care if you meant it or not!” I spoke quietly, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t care. I don’t care if you didn’t mean it or if you are sorry. And I don’t care about what you’re feeling right now.” Her hand traveled from my arm to my hand as I tried to pull away from her touch.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“No, okay! I don’t want you to say sorry! You always say you’re sorry and then you do it over and over and over again. You make me feel so alone and I cant do this with you, today.”

Annabeth stopped walking, pressing her lips together. “What is that supposed to mean? You cant do this?” She spoke harshly, as if her words were filled with acid, “No! You don’t get to do that! Stop acting like this entire thing is my fault!”

“It is your fault! Your the one who was yelling.”

She shoved me backwards, “If you feel so alone when you’re with me, then be alone!”

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My blanket felt heavy while it was over me, like a bag of rocks was placed on top of all my limbs. My cheeks were tear stained and damp still.

I knew it wasn’t all her fault, some of it was me, but I had talked to her about it. She knew she can’t yell. It isn’t because I’m making a big deal for no reason. It not like I cry over yelling for no reason. She knew the entire story. I had stayed up late talking to her about it once.

I just wanted to be in her arms again. I missed her warmth and her curly blonde hair. I missed looking into her eyes that looked like they held the entire ocean in them. I missed her sweet laugh and her insanely contagious smile. I missed her soft hands and her bed. But mostly I missed her.

We didn’t break up or anything. But it kind-of felt like it.

That was the first time she looked genuinely mad at me, and I was leaving the next day.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was so tired that when I yawned I cried a little bit. As soon as I finally started to drift off the door to the cabin opened slightly. I pressed my back into the bed, closing my eyes with fear as I heard the door shut behind the person.

“Hi?” My eyes shot open, expecting a monster or something. Not that that was possible with the camp border but you never know.

“Annabeth?” She didn’t smile at me or give me a kiss like she usually did. “Why are you… it’s 2 a.m.”

“Get up.”

“Mkay.” I wiggled out of my bunk, missing the warmth already. I slipped a pair of socks and shoes on and replaced my shorts with a pair of sweatpants.

“We’re going on a walk.” she spoke lightly as we made our way out of the cabin. She closed the door softly behind me. “Where are we walking to?”

“Nowhere specifically, I just needed to talk to you.”

For the first time since our fight, she touched me. All she did was hold my hand and interlock our fingers, but it was enough for a small smile to creep over my face. The gravel path turned to sticks as we made it into the woods, “Im really sorry, Ans.”

“No. You don’t need to be sorry, okay?” She stopped walking and took both of my hands in hers. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” I pulled Annabeth into a hug, wrapping my arms around her neck.

“You know I didn’t mean what I said, right?” I choked out, crying lightly. “I know.”

“What am I supposed to do when we’re apart?” I took her face in my hands, I could see that tears were threatening to fall. Her hands rested loosely over my hips, her thumb drawing on my waist lightly. “I can always visit you…” she giggled out.

“You better visit me. And we can call every night.”

Annabeth took one of her hands away from my body, holding it up between us. “Promise?” I smiled at her and locked our pinky fingers together like we were little kids.

“Im gonna miss you, Ans.”

She smiled at me and pulled my hips against hers so our foreheads were touching. Her fingers traced my spine, leaving a warmth behind. I leaned up towards her, locking our lips together. Her lips were soft and sweet, just like her touch.

“I’ll miss you more, always.”

“Sure… but you know I’ll miss you the most.”

[thesnivy123]

Hello! It’s me again lol

I’m really sorry for asking you so many questions, but I’m just really curious on what your version of the world of sky is like! Specifically, I would like to know what the culture of it is like! Like, how many things are new, and how much is pretty much just like the base game! For example: are skykids more tame about collecting clothes and cosmetics? Or are they just as feral over them as skykids are in the game? How do they get candles? How do events and spirits work? How prominent is music? (Side note, if it’s as prominent in this version of sky as it is in the actual game, I can only imagine red’s first reaction to it lolllll)

If it’s ok with you I’d like to know whatever world building you’re comfortable with sharing about it :D

Have a nice day! And I wish you the best of luck with the shattering traveling spirit if you’re still actively playing sky! :D

Sorry for the late response i got like super distracted when you sent this and just forgot-

I am SO glad you asked. generally I tend to ignore game mechanics that don't translate too well into the lore, or at least adapt them into something more workable- But since you asked about specific things, ill tell ya about those.

i put a lot of thought into how everything about skykids would effect the sort of culture theyve developed- one huge thing being that they're kids. They don't really have a civilization, so to speak, not in the way a more... Normal species might. Candles are usually just recycled from the wax of older candles scavenged from ruins, made from scratch by a handful of skykids who actually took interest in candlemaking, or... Well, made by spirits. Though a lot of spirits did eventually pass on back into the cycle once the stranglehold the darkness had on rebirth loosened, the ones that stayed gradually got more tangible as they "recovered", able to interact with the world more and more. Plenty of them are back to doing their own things, even if more... Ghostly, so skykids don't have to worry about keeping up with how many of those things they use, hah. (Sidenote: They aren't used as currency in my worldbuilding- Skykids use the barter system on the off chance they do want "payment" for something.)

As for clothes, they really CAN'T go ham on outfit collecting due to technical limitations- Fabric making is HARD, these are children, there's only so much they can do. They DO make new clothes, though, mostly via scavenged fabrics and scraps of older clothes. Skykid fashion is very colourful, very patchy, and very long lasting. Their capes are a different story- Because a cape that came with a skykid on creation is kind of special- Really, they don't wear down, those things are kinda magic- They can be passed down literally forever if the original owner gets a new one. Hell, there's actually a few capes floating around the hand-me-down trade of serious historical significance, and nobody would know by now.

Music is actually a big thing to them on account of it's something the ancestors did that wasn't "ABSOLUTELY BOOOORIIIING". And by "big thing", I mean "a lot of the hard work has been done for them so they don't have to figure out how to do it on their own". They use the same notation system and most of the same instruments as the Ancestors! Otherwise there's not much to say, most skykids have at least handled some sort of instrument before, it's pretty normal to them.

Events are... A weird thing. Most of them HAPPENED, I'm sure, just... To some particular group of Skykids rather than everyone. Season of Abyss? yeah some kid is out there bragging about "I MET A SUPERMEGATURBO-KRILL AND IT ATE ME AND THEN A MANTA GOT ME OUT AND I SURVIVED" or something. Little Prince? I've already well established that sometimes people end up in the world from other worlds, I'm sure it happened. Aurora? That. That one's a funny one. The concert did happen. It was a huge thing. But it was actually also an experiment on "what happens if you get a frankly absurd number of skykids all in one place", and apparently the answer is "the sheer density of light energy in the area temporarily allows Megabird to enter the physical realm and also Things Get Weird".

I already touched on spirits earlier, but to recap- when Eden exploded, the sheer amount of darkness energy severed ties to the rebirth cycle (which reincarnates lesser creatures and entirely revives sapient ones). Wildlife recovered, thankfully, after a few generations, but... The Ancestors never did. Most of the population was in the immediate blast radius (Eden, the Wasteland, and parts ofbthe Valley) and were dead from either the explosion itself or the effects of darkness soon after, the Forest and parts of the Valley and Prairie succumbed to illness and famine, and the Isle and the rest of Prairie... Just couldn't keep up. Not enough people left. There were ancestors left for almost a decade after the explosion in those parts, but all things come to an end eventually. Besides, darkness pollution had spread there, too, even if they got off easy.

As Spirits- Unable to fully die, tethered to the world- they were initially... It was a pitiful existence. Trapped in their own memories. But Skykids arrived, the world slowly recovered, and, very slowly, they did too. It got worse for them at first, when they gained awareness but couldn't interact with the world around them, and plenty chose to let go and fully pass on. Others remained, and, as time went on, they could do more. And more. It took a very long time, but... Eventually, in the modern day, the remaining Spirits are pretty much able to live relatively normal lives.

A fun fact- the Performance spirits were actually a huge driving force in why so many spirits stuck around. They absolutely REFUSED to let go, and their sheer force of will actually managed to speed the process a long a little- Proved to others that it actually does get better. Willpower... Usually isn't a part of the recovery process, so it's unclear how they managed to pull that off, but by golly, they did.

Anyways i absolutely LOVE getting these questions- I don't really play the game anymore (probably should) but the worldbuilding project is still one of my favorite things!! again i have really got to get back to writing that fic. Its on my mind. I just keep forgetting.

[shuublebunny]

I wrote something. It’s probably garbage but it came to me out of nowhere and I decided to put my ideas into writing before they disappeared forever, for once

“Gabriel, you’ve gone too far.”

Nathalie? What was she still doing up so late? Adrien had only just gotten back from patrol, and it was late for him. What was Nathalie still doing up? And his father, too?

“I could understand when you were doing this for Emilie’s sake, but this is beyond that now. You’re insane. It’s like being Monarch has completely consumed you.”

What? No, that couldn’t be right. There was no way. No way his father was the villain he and his lady had been fighting for—

“Not only have you put all of Paris in danger, but your own son! How many times have you tried to akumatize him now, Gabriel? How many?” He wasn’t paying attention anymore. He couldn’t. How could he when he just learned his father was the very man who had been trying to hurt him and Ladybug for so long? Who had put so many people in danger? How could he ever forgive that? How could he forgive himself for not knowing?

He moved before he had any time to think. He hadn’t even registered that he had transformed. Nor did he register himself calling upon his cataclysm and trying to kill his own father. He hardly even felt the excruciating burn of his own touch slowly destroying him as he missed his target.

Shit.

He missed.

He tried to hit his father and missed.

He would die instead.

Once again, without thinking, he made his way out of the Agreste manor as quickly as he could. Did he reveal himself? No, he couldn’t have. He might have… he wasn’t sure. It didn’t even hit him that he had travelled all the way across the city until he caught a glimpse of her worried eyes staring back into his as she unlocked the window to let him enter.

“Chat Noir?” Marinette certainly hadn’t been expecting this visit. Especially not since their last meeting when they revealed their feelings for one another. Since deciding to remain friends, Marinette hadn’t seen much of the masked man—not as just Marinette, at least. Her train of thought was cut short when she looked him over once more, realizing the ragged state he was in. He was doubled over, hardly holding himself up and nursing some kind of burn on his side. His suit seemed to have disintegrated under the area.

He was in tears. The silly, always-smiling Chat Noir was crying.

He could barely choke out her name, all but collapsing into her as the realization of what happened caught up with him. His father was Monarch. And he was none the wiser. This whole time, his father had been putting countless people in danger and he never realized. He was such an idiot. How could he not know?

“I’m here. What’s wrong?” She rubbed gentle circles along his back in an attempt to ease whatever had gotten him so worked up. Was there an akuma? Did he fight against a villain alone? No. She would have noticed if something had threatened Paris. Besides, she was out on patrol with him not too long ago. What happened?

He was silent for a moment, then everything spilled out of him in a barely intelligible stream of words. “Marinette, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I’ve put you in danger. I put everyone in danger. My father…he’s my—and I didn’t even notice. How did I not know?” His words became louder and more desperate as he continued to ramble on, seemingly unable to stop.

“Hang on, kitty. What’s going on? What about your father?” For starters, she didn’t even know who Chat Noir was behind the mask. It was safer that way, they had both agreed, so there was no way she could have known who his father was. “Is he in danger?”

He shook his head, before rasping out a nearly inaudible response, “my father is Monarch… I’m so sorry, Marinette. I never wanted to put you in danger.”

“I love you too much.” He wasn’t sure if she had caught the last part. It was getting harder for him to speak. He somewhat forgot he was still Chat Noir.

Her stomach dropped. Whoever Chat Noir was, his father was Monarch. Their enemy. The one who had tried to steal their miraculous since they awakened. Before she could finish her train of thought, she was met with a flash of light as her friend had turned back to his civilian form. He must have used his power before. And she was too late to look away. Where Chat Noir once stood resting in her arms, Adrien Agreste took his place.

Adrien.

Her Adrien.

All to quickly, she had figured out why he looked so awful when he came to visit. He had cataclysmed himself. Chat Noir—no—Adrien had hurt himself. The revelation hit her like a bus.

Without thinking, she held him closer and transformed. She didn’t know what else could be done. She could use her lucky charm to reverse whatever damage he had done to himself, though… or at least, she hoped she could. Transforming seemed to be the wrong course of action (at least transforming so abruptly), as Adrien began to panic more. “I’m sorry, m’lady. I jeopardized the mission. We know each other’s identities. I put you in even more danger.”

Gently shushing him, she called upon her lucky charm, not even bothering to look at what object she had manifested. It didn’t matter. As long as she could summon her miraculous ladybugs and heal him, she didn’t care. Pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, she threw her lucky charm into the air, allowing it to work its magic, which thankfully, it did. Adrien’s breathing evened out, the dark rash had disappeared from his skin without a trace, and his expression of agony melted into a less-pained, yet still worried one.

Ladybug breathed out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling the burdensome weight of her worries for Adrien’s life roll smoothly off her shoulders. He would be alright. He would live. That was enough for her.

[femmmie]

Kinktober day 22: All of the lights

words: 1.018 kink: voyeurism but not really other themes: angst

snippet: Shayne's heart seemed to travel to his throat. He looked at HIS best friend. Damien looked at him, then his eyes lowered to Shayne's lips. The sounds from the office were still going on.

Shayne and Damien were finally done playing Baldur's Gate 3 for the night. They kind of forgot they were still in the Smosh office. All the lights were out, so they used their phone flashlights to guide them through the winding corridors, to the entrance of the once industrial building. All of the lights, except one. Ian's office was still busy, it seemed. But then they heard it.

"Anthony…"

"I know now, Ian. I thought I let this chapter behind me, but I just now realized, you are the reason why I even ever questioned my sexuality. Please Ian I'm so sorry, I get myself finally. I was always jealous of your girlfriends, because I wanted to BE them. I… I love you, Ian. As your lifelong, best friend. But also as something more than that.

"So, all these years I've been secretly looking at you, your body, your smile, your eyes and your fucking gorgeous hair, I could have just had it?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck, dude."

"Yeah…"

"Yeah?"

"Why not. Nobody's here anyways."

Damien looked at Shayne wide eyed. He accidentally shone his flashlight in Shayne's eyes. Shayne gestured they should turn their lights off.

"Are our bosses… together?"

"Holy crap."

"Holy fuck."

More sounds came from Ian's office. Giggles, sighs, moans. The sound of passionate kissing, someone being pushed over the desk. Pants being undone. Flesh on flesh.

Shayne and Damien had taken place under a table outside of the office.

"Dude, we should just go!"

"What if they hear us?!"

"What if they see us when they get out of here as well?!"

Shayne was thinking. Honestly, he was spiraling. So there was more than just friendship between Ian and Anthony. He remembered every conversation he'd had with Ian about Anthony, every interaction he'd had with the two of them, the late night tears Ian had shed at the lowest point of Smosh. The way Ian had fought for them to survive, to make it work, to keep going… the way Smosh had always remained a thing of Ian AND Anthony, even when he was gone. How Shayne had tried to step up, support Ian emotionally, professionally, as a friend. Yet not once had Ian ever even as much as hinted at there being more between him and Anthony.

So, best friendships could actually grow into more. Shayne couldn't help noticing his proximity to Damien, how they were huddled together under the table, so goofy. How their skin touched, arms grazing, merging body heat. Shayne's heart seemed to travel to his throat. He looked at HIS best friend. Damien looked at him, then his eyes lowered to Shayne's lips. The sounds from the office were still going on. Shayne blinked a couple of times.

"Damien, let's get out of here."

Damien snapped out of it.

"Y- Yep. There must be something in the air or something.."

They made their way outside.

"Well, that's going to be fun tomorrow!" Shayne tried to lighten the mood. But they were both very aware of the vibes that were just exchanged between them.

"Come on, let's hug it out," Damien said with a friendly grin.

They hugged and Shayne sighed. Yes, they were best friends. Their friendship wasn't in any danger.

When he got home, Shayne looked at the ceiling from his bed. His bosses were walking a dangerous line. He didn't know how to feel about it. Their success had come from their friendship, but it had also undone their friendship. But they had literally just reconciled, BOUGHT their company back, together. They were responsible for a lot of people's livelihoods. Could they really afford to be so cavalier?

His own best friendship was also tied to his work, but not dependent on it. If him and Damien would ever become.. exes or something, they would find a way to film different videos, he figured. Or in the worst case, one of them would quit and find another job. Ian nor Anthony could do that.

"Damnit!"

Of course there was that other thing. Ian looking straight into his soul with those shining eyes that eclipsed all other light. Getting worse and worse, then miraculously getting better mentally. Then HE had reappeared and it had all made sense. Shayne had decided to be happy for Ian and not be too suspicious.

"If he left once, he could do it again," he'd thought but quickly shoved that thought to the side. He trusted Ian to be as strong and stable as he had been all the previous years. Now it felt like the entire foundation of Shayne's life, for yes, Smosh was his entire life as well, was shaking.

"Hey dude, what's up, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice. I keep thinking about what we witnessed at the office."

Damien sounded like he had waken him up, and he felt guilty. But he needed some support.

"Yeah, that was crazy."

"I just… I had always thought they had this epic friendship, and now… I don't know anymore…"

"I think it's great that they are exploring their feelings. They still do have their epic friendship! That's not going anywhere, Shayne."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am actually. Every successful marriage is a best friendship, with benefits."

"Huh, I hadn't thought of it like that actually."

"And what's more like a marriage than a business partnership?"

"Fair," Shayne laughed. Fuck, Damien always made him feel better.

"Now, go back to sleep and we'll chat in the morning, alright my guy?"

"You're right, I'm being silly."

"No! I mean, you're always being silly, this is just your baseline."

"I love you buddy, g'nite"

"Love you too."

Wow, we have such a healthy friendship, Shayne thought. And all of a sudden he pitied Ian and Anthony, having to have repressed their feelings all through the nineties probably and also the twothousands. And still their friendship had been so strong it could entice millions of views, be the foundation of a whole epic company. Maybe they deserved a little treat. Maybe he did, too.

Shayne fell asleep, thinking of the table, the sounds and Damien's eyes.

[bonesandthebees]

Hey bee! It's AlterEgo! Been a while huh? I kinda forgot tumblr existed for a hot min (probably a good thing lol)

Glad to see you are doing alright! And having a good time traveling. The pics you posted look amazing! I hope to see the world like that some day.

Now for the reason for this ask. I have been have some writing problems. Now, idk if someone has asked this before, but...

Trying to figure out how to write grief and loss. I had an idea and started to plan and write it out. But its hard to write a character who is expressing and experiencing something in a different way than you would. Right now my character is in an angry denial. Constantly shouting and criticizing the only person who is willing to stick with them (while that person is grieving too!) I am hoping that this character, can have a journey of self reflection, and forgiveness. But I'm having a hard time with writing the In-between for that.

If you have any thoughts or comments, I'd love to hear them. Or a older response works too.

Have a great rest of your day Bee!

P.S. OMIGOSH THE BOOKBINDING FOR UNDER THE BRINE LOOKS FRICKIN AMAZING!!

once again this is a very old ask so I'm sorry for answering so late but I was still traveling when you sent this and totally forgot to reply once I got back

but hi alterego good to see you again!!! hope you're doing well :)

I definitely get struggling to write a character going through something so deeply emotional and personal and reacting to it in a way different than you would. what I would recommend doing is trying to really understand why the character is reacting the way they are. it's not just that the character is lashing out because of their grief, but you have to understand why? what's going on in their head? what's their thought process? even if it's irrational, what are they angry about? do they think that the other person with them is being patronizing to them? are they annoyed that the other person isn't reacting the way they think they should?

ask yourself questions like that and then try to put yourself in that simpler headspace. what does it feel like when you're angry at someone because they're being patronizing to you? what goes through your head when you feel like your friend is judging you, even if you logically know they aren't? try to break those thoughts down into tiny pieces and then put them back together again.

I don't really know if that makes sense but I hope it does. sorry again for how late this is!