#the poly that got away :(

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DCxDP fanfic idea: The Ones who got away.

A fic based off results for Funniest reason Bruce knew Danny

Bruce Wayne can still clearly remember the day he first met Daniel Fenton. It was while the two were at Gotham Acadamy, when Bruce was still steaming with rage and plans of vengence.

Daniel—or Danny to his friends—had moved to Gotham midway through Danny's sophomore year from a small town in Illinois.

Bruce was a year younger but was the only one around when Danny stumbled into the main office trying to find his classes. Apparently, the student assigned to give him a tour had only bothered passing along his schedule and letting him lose.

Bruce was supposed to be waiting for Alfred to pick him up (he thinks it was because he got into a fight or maybe someone tried to make fun of his parents? Bruce wasn't too sure) but figured walking the older boy to class was so much more enjoyable, especially with how cagy Danny seemed to be.

As they walked, Bruce could tell Danny came from a lower-class family. He may have been wearing Gotham Acadamy's uniform, but the fit was wrong. The cloth that made up his blazer pulled around his shoulders tightly and ended too far down his forearm. His pants were too long for his legs and held in place by a very determined belt. His shoes lacked the everyday shine and were scruffy from the mud.

None of that was overly obvious but to a school full of Gotham elities they could catch it at first glance. Bruce pointed it out, asking if he had gotten them from the donated box.

He hadn't meant it as an insult. Bruce was genuinely curious, but Danny took it as such. Before he could even blink, Danny had rounded on him and snared in his face.

"You got a problem with that!?"

"No," Bruce answered promptly, stunned by Danny's glowing eyes. He could have sworn they were glowing. A strage emotion started to grow in his chest as Danny crowed him more against the wall.

He would later describe the feeling as "mesmerizing:;" Bruce could not take his eyes off Danny's. "I was just curious."

Danny's eyes seemed to glow even more, casting Bruce's face in an emerald green shine. Or at least that's how Bruce remembered it. Maybe his memories of the encounter were not as reliable as one would hope.

For a moment, Bruce thought Danny would punch him. He hoped he would. Bruce had been so angry as a child after his parents' murders that he would gladly get into any fights at school. He liked it. It made his terrible, horrible thoughts stop when he gave into the rage and the violence.

But Danny didn't do that. Instead the older boy had lean back, closed his eyes and breath a few times though his nose. Then in a very obviously restained voice grunted out "Telling someone that thier clothes looked like it came from a donation box is not okay"

"Why?"

"Ancients, dude. It's rude."

"Why?"

Then, to Bruce's teenage shock, Danny was willing to spend almost an hour with him, explaining why people reacted the way they did to his words. Not even Alfred had been that patient with Bruce. It was the first time someone didn't make him feel terrible for not understanding the human thought process.

(Later when mental health awareness became more spoken about Bruce would learn he was not broken. He was just different. That was years away from this however)

After that, Danny found his class and made a fast friend willing to show him the rest of the way. It should have been their last interaction, and officially it was, but Bruce could not stop thinking of Daniel Fenton with his glowing eyes and strange restraint rage.

Bruce remembered that he got into fewer fights around that time. Alfred was overjoyed. He refrained from telling the aged butler that it was not because he had outgrown his urge for combat but because he was too busy sprinting as fast as he could across the campus between classes in hopes of catching a glimpse of Danny. They were in different years, classes, and lunch times and ran through different circles.

The two rarely crossed paths.

But that didn't stop Bruce from wanting to see him. He just wanted to see if the glowing eyes were real or just a trick of his young—and smitten—mind.

This was long before Batman, which means Bruce wasn't as sneaky as he thought. In fact, by the end of Danny's second month at Gotham the older boy had developed a sense of Bruce's lurking.

Danny could pick him out in a crowd no matter where he was. It would have been thrilling if the rest of the student body hadn't noticed.

Danny being from a poor family, only attending Gotham Acadamy through scholarship, singled him out. Bruce Wayne- the school madman- following him around only made things worse for Danny.

Before long bullies rounded around the transfer, and while things rarely got physical it didn't mean that they made things easy for Danny. He gain a school nickname, whispered between laughter and mocks when the teachers' backs were turn.

Freaky Fenton.

Danny obviously thought Bruce had something to do with this; after false rumors of Bruce being the one to start that horrid nickname, whatever goodwill the older boy held for him soured. Bruce tried so hard to explain that it wasn't him, but rumors spiraled faster than he could keep up and soon Danny hated the very sight of him.

Danny would respond with harsh hisses whenever he tried to approach the boy. It was a bit shocking to hear such a sound come out of a boy so pretty—and pretty he was. By the time they graduated, Danny had left the Academy as " best-looking."

It was the kind of sound Bruce would find in a snake or a feral cat. He quickly backed away, unsure why that sound made his heart race. Danny took it as a surefire way to get rid of Bruce.

Over the following three years, he would be subjected to Danny's hissing. The bullying that Danny suffered through eventually stopped when people grew bored, and when Danny hit a later puberty that made almost everyone choke on their spit.

Bruce was sad that he could only see the other from far away. He eventually had to move on, aware that it would never happen between them. Danny graduated and returned to Amity Park, Illinois, vanishing from Bruce's life.

That's when Bruce met Harvey Dent. The two grew to be fast friends and shared a desire to better Gotham. They became fast friends at their college orientation after noticing they were each wearing a "just donated" sticker for the blood drivethat same morning.

Bruce and Harvey were inseparable, where one was, and the other was not too far away. Life was full of comfortable company, able to get excited about things without having to wear a mask and exploring the world to all the wonderful new horizans Harvey showed him.

His friend believed in wonder and spontaneous adventure that blended well with Bruce's careful planning and weariness. Eventually, they even moved into the same dorm because they practically already did with how often they spent the night in each other's place.

They went through their basics, cheered when they got accepted into law and medical school, and spent every holiday at each other's hips. Harvey was the first person Bruce told he may be attracted to boys (even before Alfred), and Bruce was the only one who knew why Harvey woke up in a cold sweat, a scream in the back of his throat, and the wild, untrusting looks he gave alcoholics.

Harvey was the light to Bruce's darkness. Unsurprisingly, he gave in to the urge to hold that light one night and leaned over to press his lips against Harvey's. His friend had sighed against his lips and pressed back, muttering about wanting to do so since the first time he saw Bruce.

When this happened, the public wasn't the most accepting, so Bruce and Harvey kept their romance confined in their dorm, but it was the happiest he ever felt. Harvey, because a love affair of this kind could ruin any chances he had to crawl out of the hole his dysfunctional family put him in, and Bruce's status would plummet if the newspapers ever caught wind, making his company lose thousands.

They both agreed it was better to be friends with benefits. A secret.

Harvey was almost worth delaying his training and not becoming Batman. Almost.

Bruce's mission, however, could not be stopped, and with a heavy heart, he dropped out of medical school and ended the secret with Harvey. Two hearts broke that day, Bruce's for leaving and Harvey's for not asking him to stay.

His training took him out of the USA, but he would fly back between masters to check up on Alfred and Harvey. Life went on, and Harvey continued to awe his classmates with his sharp mind and top grades. Alfred kept Wayne Manor in order, waiting for him, and Bruce studied everything he could get his hands on in preparation for Gotham's justice.

Then he met the Al Ghuls, and all his visits were gone. Thankfully, he was allowed to send and receive letters once a month. According to his postcards, his friend had gotten a new roommate—one who was just as kind and as great a friend to Harvey.

Bruce had no right, but a part of him ached that Harvey may have found a new secret—someone to curl against with the radio playing softly in the background, someone who would enjoy Harvey's amazing cooking.

Then he realized that it was for the best. He wished them well.

When his training ended two years later, Harvey was in his final year at Law school. He still lived with that same roommate, and so Bruce figured he might as well stop for a visit.

Batman was set to debut that weekend. He wanted one last hurrah before he sold his soul to the city.

His heart fell to his knees when Daniel Fenton opened the door to Harvey's dorm with a smile. Apparently, he had returned from Amity and was also seeking a law degree.

He was Harvey's new Secret. It was easy to tell with the way they danced around each other, and what was worse was that Danny didn't recognize him until Harvey had yanked him inside with a cheer of his name.

"What a small word" Danny laughed. "Can't believe you know my high school Not-Bully"

"Daniel, I never-" Bruce starts, knowing Harvey's eyes have narrowed. He has never been one for bullies.

"I know," Danny cuts him off with a small apologetic smile. "I know that now, Bruce. I'm sorry I was a dick to you in high school. I should have verified where those stupid rumors came from, but school was tough."

"Yeah, poor Bruce always puts his foot in his mouth." Harvey laughs, punching his arm. For a moment, it feels like no time has passed, but then Harvey pulls away to wrap an arm around Fenton's waist.

Danny's eyes widened in shock, but Harvey calmed him down by explaining that Bruce was like them. Blue eyes- blue, weren't they green in Bruce's memories?- warmed and dinner is served.

Dinner is great—so great that Bruce comes back the next day and the next and the next, and then he suddenly spends far too much time at their dorm.

He can't help it; Bruce Wayne was never known for having self-control. But like walking around with broken bones from his nighttime activities, he learns to grind his teeth and bear through the pain.

Harvey and Danny will buy a house together in the meantime.

[vgilantee]

Hmmm you want Price sharing thoughts, you say?

What about him inviting the guys into his office while you’re bent over his wooden desk? Whether or not they know what they’re walking into is up to you, but just imagine the gasps they let out when they see their captain slamming into your wet cunt. Your face pressed against the wood of his desk, tits pressed against it too (and Soap’s eyes fly to your lonely nipples way too quick, desperately wanting to suck on them while his captain is balls deep in you). Moans and whines falling from your bite-swollen lips as he just keeps stretching you out so deep and so full.

Imagine how Price talks about you to his men while he’s fucking you. He’ll call on each of them, sometimes one at a time, sometimes not. And he’ll tell them to stand next to his desk and watch. Watch how your ass ripples when he ruts it. Watch how your brows furrow when he angles his hips in such a cruel way, so he’s hitting your g-spot even better.

More to come (pun not intended) when I have more time :)

- 🪤

price has his hand on the back of your neck, fingers pushed up into the hair on the nape of your neck with his nails occasionally scratching at your scalp. your cheek pressed firmly into his desk and a puddle of drool builds around your mouth and soaks the side of your face, mixing with tears as you babble for price. asking for more, pleading for god knows what, calling him price and sir and captain and john.

you barely register the sound of the door opening and the three pairs of boots that stop just at the edge of your vision. it wasn’t the first time price had played with you (read: fucked you brainless) in front of the three of them. hell they’ve all had their way with you under his watchful eye. but this was a punishment. not for you, no no. for them.

the last time the four of them had you, price had noticed that while they’d all made you cum, you weren’t a boneless, brainless mess. and that just wouldn’t do. if he was going to let his most trusted men take care of his girl, the love of his life and the most important person in his world, the they’d do it right.

price doesn’t stop his abuse on your poor, swollen cunt while he talks to them, doesn’t slow his ministrations as you whine and cry out, clenching down and cumming around his cock with a cracked scream. he just keeps talking to them conversationally, his captain voice heavy with lust. all three men ignore the moans that occasionally break price’s instructions just as price ignores the way gaz adjusts his twitching cock at the sound and soap’s eyes haven’t left your tits. at least ghost has the manners to not touch himself without permission and to keep his eyes on his captain (despite how desperately he wants to watch the way your pretty little pussy sucks in price’s cock and leaves a milky ring)

the next few hours - though you aren’t entirely sure how long, the only thing you know for certain is that at some point between price spanking your ass raw and soap biting your nipple, you pass out - price talks each man through how to make you cum in various ways. each have their own preference of course, and price helps them learn how to have you shaking and dumb after each orgasm. you lose count of how many you have, and how many times you get cum on, the only think making it into your silly little, cockdrunk brain is price’s voice telling you how good you’re doing “lettin’ my boys take care of ya, sweet thing. doing so well, takin’ their cocks n mouths. don’t worry your pretty little head, love, i’ll do all the thinkin’ for ya. just feel good ‘n’ cum for us”

(*cough* @glossysoap)

[m1stm3]

guilty pleasure!!

this concept took over my brain i fear…..

warnings!: SMUT, porn with very little plot, not proofread + i was in a rush writing this so :p, pathetic gojo :))

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ex bf! satoru who texted you begging to fuck

ex bf! satoru who’s only at your house right now because you (unfortunately) realized you needed him to cum

ex bf! satoru who (despite your protests) insists on fucking in missionary because ‘seeing your face will help him get off faster’

ex bf! satoru who’s usually so dominant and cocky in bed but is groveling the moment he’s inside of you

ex bf! satoru who whispers the sweetest words in your ear only for you to push his face away with a strained ‘shut up’

ex bf! satoru who leans in to kiss you only to catch your cheek or neck when you turn away from him

ex bf! satoru who can only whimper out ‘i love you’s when he gets close, silently begging you to return the words

ex bf! satoru who cums as soon as you finally pull him in for a kiss, whining a ‘thank you’ against your lips

ex bf! satoru who you want to kick out as soon as you’re done, but you can’t help but melt into his warmth. maybe one night wouldn’t hurt…

[bucketsofmonsters]

Deep Water - Part 5

cw: the ocean, begrudging kissing done for practical reasons, discussions of drowning, blood, malnourishment, more tags to be added as the story continues

merman x fem reader

Word count: 3k

read on ao3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Simon wretched. He wretched in front of them and it burned his throat and stung his ego as he emptied his stomachs of human food in front of his human and your awful little friend.

Finn had brought him this. Maybe if you'd brought him food it wouldn't make him feel this awful.

Probably not, but maybe.

He didn't like being brought food by this man anyway. It felt too much like courting. 

He would preen at the idea of you bringing him food if he weren't currently emptying his stomachs in uncomfortably shallow water

Shallow water he bore for you. Not for him. Stupid little man.

He hated that he needed him. Needed him to bring him fish and these horrible toxins they’d decided to try. 

“Probably not bread then,” he heard you say and he shook his head

No. No more of this bread. Not if he had anything to say about it, thank you very much.

“Okay,” your stupid little human said, still looking nervous. As he should be. If you hadn’t stood between them, he’d be dead. Even in the state he was in, he could lure him right in past the rocky shore and into deeper waters. 

But he wouldn’t, for reasons he didn’t like to think about, his stomachs turning again as he did. 

The two of you exchanged words once more, ones he hadn’t been paying attention to, before the stupid human left again. 

You sat on the shore beside him and he pulled himself out of the water next to you. 

His gills ached a little as he shifted so frequently from water to air but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to lay beside you. 

You stared out at the sea, eyes a little distant and yet still warm. Even when they weren’t looking at him.

He couldn’t bring himself to feel jealous, not when he got to look at you like this. Even if that look wasn't directed at him. 

You spoke softly and contemplatively when you did. “They were together. Finn and Isobel. She was my sister, I don’t know if I ever told you about her.”

He shook his head, wishing he knew more of you. Wishing you’d share more of yourself with him.

But he couldn’t really blame you, what had he told you of himself?

“She’s smart,” he said, contented at the fact that Finn had apparently already been rejected by one of your own. 

“Smart?”

“You said were. He is not a suitable mate.”

You shifted on the rocks, something he’d come to realize you did when you’d been made uncomfortable, usually by him. He could rarely understand why, despite how frequently it happened. This was one of those times and he waited, patiently, for you to make it clear to him what he had done. 

“She never left him. They were together until she died.”

“Oh.” A horrible sense of dread overwhelmed him. “How?”

“She drowned,” you said, picking up a rock and throwing it out into the water. 

He was glad you weren’t looking at him, eyes locked into the horizon as you spoke. He was certain the worry was written across every feature on his face. 

Did he do that? He didn't know. That felt worse almost, that someone so dear to you could have been so insignificant to him that he may have killed her without even knowing

“Simon?” you asked, words fading in past the intense, buzzing panic. 

He wasn't sure how he felt when you called him that. A foreign, half-remembered name. You'd seemed displeased the first time he’d told it to you but you continued to use it so it couldn’t have been that bad. 

He’d caught himself calling himself that in his own mind, of late. It was easy to when your voice was the only thing that filled his head. 

He wished he had a name like you did, one he’d been given at birth so that when you said it it felt as if you were speaking him, like you could pour his essence out of your mouth with the affection he often heard in your voice. 

As he focused once again he saw the horrible human, holding a fish this time. He looked worried too and Simon wanted to snap at him for the look. How dare he pity him, he wasn’t to be pitied. He could swallow him up, could fix this problem easily, all on his own. 

And then your panicked eyes under choppy water filled his vision. 

He lowered his head, violence seeping out of him, sufficiently cowed, and took the fish. 

They’d been dead a while and he took no satisfaction in sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. 

Eating above the water was messy. The blood clung to his jaw, dripping down his face as he tore a chunk out of the creature.

If he weren’t so hungry he might’ve cared. 

A ravenous force took him until all he was left with was stubborn meat stuck on bones. 

Only then did he look at you. You looked disgusted with him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He shied away from your gaze, tears welling up in his eyes. 

It felt like everything he did was wrong, displeased you and made you look at him like that. 

He slid wordlessly back into the water, not emerging onto the shore until all the blood had seeped into the water.

The concern was back on your face when he returned. 

“Was that okay?” you prompted him gently as he stared up at you. “You feel a little better now?”

He nodded, eyes locked on yours. 

A soft sigh escaped you, lips barely parting to let it leave you. He wanted to feel it, the gentle air passing over his skin, the soft lips he’d felt against his before. 

“Good,” you said, and your smile reached your eyes. 

It didn’t take long for you to depart, leaving to sleep far away from him. 

He did his best to rest and then he did what he’s begun doing most days, he milled about in the water, lonely and near the shore.

He felt an intense panic when he didn’t have eyes on you. If he could get his hands on you, cold and vulnerable in open waters, so could someone else. 

He wondered what he’d do if someone pulled Finn under. He liked to think he’d be noble and protect him, save someone so dear to you. Or at least that he’d turn and choose to let him go, allow him to be dragged under.

He knew that in all likelihood, he would freeze. He found himself doing that a lot lately. It seemed to come alongside the panic more often than not. 

Later, you came to the shore with your soft eyes and he did what he always did. He fought down overwhelming urges to pull you under, to drown you and feast, to protect you as his mate, to beg you to hunt for him as his body became more and more convinced he had lost the ability to do it himself, to do any number of things you’d despise him for wanting. 

He lay on the shore, frozen, until he felt his mind come back to him. 

The fish had helped, he thought. It didn’t take quite as long for the urges to leave him. 

You came bearing more of them. 

Well, you didn’t. Finn did. But he could pretend, think that maybe he was just carrying them to the shore, that really they were from you. 

He knew that they weren’t but he was no stranger to trying to read intention into the things you did. 

It was so easy to slip into, to pretend every action was a secret message of adoration, just like his were for you. 

But they weren’t and when he allowed himself to pretend all he’d done was hurt you, so he needed to be done with that now. 

If you wanted something from him, you’d tell him. 

If you felt something for him, you’d tell him. 

But you hadn’t, and that was fine. He wouldn’t push. 

But he couldn’t quite stop himself from pretending. Surely it was fine, so long as he didn’t act on it. 

Finn dropped the fish on the shore and Simon dove for them. 

It was unseemly but he couldn’t help it. The hunger had left a steady ache inside him and he would take any chance at relief. 

The basket held a few fish, five or six of them strewn inside. 

It was enough to be full. He could’ve cried at the sight. 

But he had more important things to be doing and so instead, he grabbed the basked firmly and slid back into the water, dragging them under. 

He flipped the basket as he immersed himself in the water so the fish wouldn’t escape him and rise to the surface, holding them protectively to his chest. 

He’d wanted to tear into them on the shore but he’d seen your face the last time. He could not see it again, the revulsion that had painted itself there. 

So instead, no longer dissuaded by your presence, he devoured them.

Blood clouded the water as he ate, swallowing mouthfuls of flesh one after the other.

It wasn’t the safest way to eat, could surely attract attention from other hungry creatures, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d done as much caring as he was capable of. 

When he was done, he returned to the two of you. 

Some of the foam lining the gentle waves ran red, stained by remnants of blood washing to shore. 

You both had the decency not to comment on it, though he watched your eyes flick down and then quickly back up. 

He wondered if you’d begrudge him this too. Your food wasn’t quite as messy as his was, was further from the creatures you ate, even when you ate meat just as he did. 

He’d seen it before, basically unrecognizable, no blood pooling or ripping out bones as you ate. A more seemly affair. 

Finn’s eyes lingered longer on the red, something quietly sad in his eyes, before they darted up to Simon. 

As you sat, fawning over Simon and ensuring he had enough to eat, he found it difficult to bask in your attention the way he wanted, that gaze remaining steadily on him. 

He tried not to notice Finn as often as he could. He brought about feelings that were better avoided, especially in front of you. 

Currently, that was difficult, due to the fact that he was staring Simon down, some horrible thought forming behind his eyes. 

“What’s it like?” he blurted out, cutting you off in a way that made Simon want to snarl at him. “Being under the water like that?” He sounded eager.

“Horrible,” you said with a little huff, your words turning bitter. 

He did not begrudge you for the harshness of your words. He would move to land if he could, to prove to you he held no loyalty for the ocean. 

“No,” Finn tried to clarify. “Not just swimming, actually being able to stay down there, to breathe it and live it.”

“I know,” you insisted. “I’ve been down there. It’s awful.”

Finn’s eyes flicked between the two of you like he was trying to decipher something. “How do you… please tell me you're human. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

You reeled back a little at his words, like the thought of you being like him had never occurred to you. He supposed maybe it hadn’t, maybe the possibility of what things would be like if you were the same hadn’t haunted you as it did him. 

“No,” you said with a swift, decisive shake of your head. “Nothing like that. He just does this strange thing where you can breathe underwater. It’s happened a few times now. It’s awful, I don’t recommend it.”

Your unfavorable words did nothing to snuff out the excitement blooming across his face. “Could you do that to me?”

Simon’s nose wrinkled at the thought. “I’d have to kiss you.”

“Oh. Well, it wouldn’t mean anything, it’s just practical.” 

A spike of panic shot through him at the thought that you believed the same about the kiss you had shared with him. That second one that changed his life.

It was practical, he supposed. At least the first one, underwater with panic in your eyes. The second couldn’t be. He couldn’t make sense of it, refused to accept it. 

But this one could be, he supposed.

He turned to you, unsure what he was looking for. 

You seemed just as uncertain as he felt. You spent a while searching for words, mulling them over, before settling on, “It hurts like hell.”

He was quick to reassure you both that it was fine and he didn’t mind. Simon didn’t much care what he minded. 

But then you sighed, slow and resigned, and gave him a look that if he was reading your expression right, which he’d discovered he often wasn’t, was saying ‘please.’

And he couldn’t disappoint you. 

With a huff and a frustrated look directed at you, he grabbed Finn’s hand and began yanking him back into the water. 

Of course, it would have been easier to simply lure him in, but he had a feeling you would not have approved of that.

So instead he yanked him, slowly but surely, into deeper waters. 

The brush of his lips, however brief, revealed rough lips, not like yours, not soft and sweet and so dear to him.

He did his best to lose the touch in the scramble of pulling him into the water. 

He watched the fight that went on in Finn’s eyes as he tried to convince his brain that he was allowed to breathe, saw the moment of panic when his breath could be held no longer and his body forced him to inhale a heavy breath. 

He knew it was wrong to feel a little swell of satisfaction now that he knew that it hurt to suck in water where air should be, and yet he couldn’t quite muster the shame that should follow such a feeling. 

Only as he saw the pain in his eyes did he realize how horrible of a decision this was for Finn. He’d put himself in so much danger, offered himself up to a siren, for what? To be able to see under the waves for a few more minutes? Surely the man could just go for a swim. 

He didn’t know the truth, that he was probably safer with Simon because at least this way, he’d be left alone by other creatures. He didn’t know that his devotion to you kept him from pulling him down and calling it a freak accident. 

All he knew was that he’d put himself in the water with a starving siren. 

Finn left him behind pretty quickly, moving to investigate the floor of the ocean, trying to look at fish before they swiftly swam away, leaving him behind in cloudy water. 

It felt like an uninteresting affair to Simon but Finn seemed to be getting something from it. 

Some amount of time passed, slipping away as Simon distractedly followed the irritating little human around. 

Eventually, after far too long, he appeared to be done. 

Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe Simon pulled him to shore without a signal. It was hard to read body language when one was irritated. 

With another burst of satisfaction, he pulled Finn onto the shore and watched him heave water from his lungs, some of the embarrassment from the human food incident sinking away. 

Strange. He’d never thought it embarrassing when you’d done it. Now, watching Finn deposit ocean water onto the sand with wet hacking noises, he thought that it was a shameful affair. 

“That was incredible,” Finn managed to gasp out after a few minutes of heaving. 

It didn’t feel right, that he’d taken him down there. That his lips had touched Finns.

He turned to look at you, sitting beside him on the shore, a sympathetic grimace on your face as you watched Finn. 

And then he leaned in and kissed you. 

Not a practical kiss, with no intent to put you anywhere near the water, but one born of only affection. 

It was a brief thing and when he pulled away, you looked almost panicked. 

His heart sank at the realization he’d messed it up again, done something strange and wrong and made you afraid of him. 

But then the tension began to fade from your body, panic shifting into confusion.

“Why did you do that? Am I going into the water?”

He shook his head, face still inches from yours. “I just needed to. I’m sorry if I was wrong.”

He heard something from Finn and refused to turn and look at him when you were so close. It sounded almost like a cough, but not the painful, wet coughs of breathing air once more. It was a short stunted thing. 

Simon, without turning, announced in response to this strange noise, “You can leave.”

A fit of laughter escaped you at his words, burying your head in your hands as you giggled.

He hadn’t been joking.

That was fine though. He liked it when you laughed, even if it was at him. It was never cruel, always soft and with nothing but shining amusement in your eyes.

He wished he was better at making jokes.

When he tried you just stood and stared and when he did not you laughed.

But then, he was never the best at knowing when to laugh either. There was a kinship in that, at least.

When he thought he might be laughing out of turn too much, he suppressed it. You didn't. He thought maybe your smile was too bright to keep down, that maybe it would hurt you like keeping in your air did.

His heart sank a little as he remembered.

Hurting you. The horrible realization that he'd hurt them all.

Maybe some of them laughed out of turn too. He'd never know.

Maybe your sister had.

He turned to leave. He couldn't stand to be here any longer.

He should tell you. He knew he should. But his jaw felt locked shut and his body felt like it was being pulled away, out of his control. 

And so, like a coward, he fled, the water drowning out the sounds of laughter that he left behind.

[omaano]

Hello! If you're still taking the polyam sketch prompts I'd love to see i2 for the bad batch? (i know the prompts only have three so if this doesn't work pls ignore) - i got a bad error last time sorry if the message sends twice

That icy creamy monstrosity in Crosshair's hand (as the only one who has one free) belongs to Echo. Allegedly.

I hope you are still around Anon, I got your message, and I'm real glad you sent it again, this was really fun to draw!

Polyamorous/platonic poses for sketching (I haven’t given up on these, I just needed a little break. I’ll try to get around to drawing all the requests before the end of summer!)

and the other drawings I’ve made for them

[firewolf111]

Might I request a slightly angsty Roloceit confession?

Hello! Sorry I took so long. I blinked and the week was suddenly over, lol. Eh, time is a social construct.

Anyways...

Thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!

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Roman: *walking in to see Logan and Janus having a conversation. Stops by the doorway to easedrop*

Logan: And don't get me started on the symbolism of the setting! The sunflower field gives so much depth to the characters and their relationship!

Janus: I agree. At first, it seemed insignificant, but paired with what happens after... it's a cinematic masterpiece!

Roman listens as they continue on and on. At first, he thinks, "I can talk about literature and symbolism too." He nearly enters to join in, but he sees how happy they are. How great they connect. Anytime he tries to have a conversation like this, he'd get blown off. He screws up his words. He wasn't well-spoken and smart like those two. They were a perfect fit. How could he ever fit their dynamic? He was better to the side, admiring from a distance. All he'd achieve was making them explain simple things he wouldn't understand. He'd ruin the conversation and interrult their beautiful flow. They were made for each other. He was just the idiot who would get in their way.

Janus: *glancing over and seeing him* Oh, hello Roman. What brings you here on this fine evening?

Roman: Oh...I was going to ask Logan for help on a script I'm working on. But if you two are busy...

Janus: Oh nonsense. Come on in. You aren't interrupting anything we can't continue later.

Logan: *adjusting his glasses* Janus is quite right. I'll gladly help if you need it. Solving problems is a priority compared to a co.versation me and Janus can just continue later. Have a seat.

Roman: *takes a seat and discusses, yet feels out of place the whole time, like he is intruding on something he shouldn't be a part of.*

It's a few days later, Logan goes to find Roman, finding him and Janus in the living room. Roman and Janus are dancing together, conversation occurring naturally as they move together fluently.

Roman: *laughing* Are you sure? I much think I'd be more a peony than an oak tree. Though I'm surprised you didn't default to rose.

Janus: *twirling Roman* Oh please. While I can see a peony being an option, oak tree much more fits you. Strong and broad. Powerful and majestic. Supporting those that surround you. I can go on and on. Clearly, it is the plant that describes you best.

Roman: *rolling his eyes as he dips Janus* Whatever you say. I won't doubt your brilliant mind.

Logan watches as the two stand up. The two make eye contact with a smile, a look of understanding. Logan wishes he could have that connection with them. That understanding so deep thay you can speak without words directly. But he wasn't eloquent like that. He spoke in facts and straightforward language. No matter how he tried, he couldn't speak in such beautiful and showy language. And he would never be able to dance with them and keep up. He wasn't elegant or fluid. He was stiff and abrasive. How could he hope to fit in with such beautiful creative hearts. He'd only tie them down.

Janus: *seeing him* Logan. Hello. Are we being too loud?

Logan: No! No. You're fine. I was just looking to ask Roman a question on scheduling.

Roman: Oh! Of course. Ask away, my dear pocket watch.

Logan: It can wait for later if you're busy...

Roman: *sitting down and patting the seat next to him* Nonsense! Come. Ask away! *His smile beams*

Janus takes a seat across from them. Logan asks his question and gets his answer, which somehow devolves back to Janus and Roman's conversation earlier. Logan listens contendly as they talk before excusing himself to leave. As he leaves, Roman calls out.

Roman: Oh, by the way, since I bet you were curious. You would be a carnation. A red one, specifically.

Logan smiles at him and thanks him before leaving. He wishes he understood, but he would never reach the understanding those two have. He could see Janus shoot Roman a look, one of pure understanding when he told Logan what plant he'd be.

It's the next day when Janus walks into Roman and Logan complaining about some plot line that doesn't make sense. He stands in the doorway and watches them with a gentle smile. He listens contendly, thinking to himself, "Those two...so alike yet so different. They are perfect for each other. If only they could see it. They clearly love each other, yet are jealous of each other too. But why would they be jealous-

Ah. He understands. He makes up his mind right then and there. He enters and smiles at them.

Roman: Janus! My lovely slithering friend! What brings you here?

Logan: Hello Janus. Pleasure to see you.

Janus: *rolling his eyes fondly* Alright. Let's cut to the chase. I love both of you.

Roman and Logan: *spluttering in confusion*

Janus: *raising a hand* Let me finish. I love both of you. Both of you love me. And you also love each other. God, you two are so painfully infatuated with each other, and I'm embarrassed how long it took me to realize you were head over heels for me as well. So get your heads on straight, or as straight as you can get them, and quit being so self-deprecating. Your insecurities are so painfully obvious, and you clearly think you don't belong and would only ruin my connection with the other if you join, but you're wrong. I love you both. You both love me. And you love each other. Do the math.

Logan: I-

Roman: Wait, hold up.

Logan: You love us?

Roman: You think Logan loves me?

Logan: *glancing at Roman* Well... I mean...

Roman: You do? You do love me? Oh my god! You and Janus both love me! Me?! Oh my God.

Logan: Well, of course. You are very well spoken and poetic. You're brave and kind. Intelligent. Many things. How could I not?

Roman: I thought the same things about you.

Logan: You did?

Roman: Yeah.

Logan: ...so you love me as well?

Roman: Of course! God, I was so jealous of you and Janus because I thought I was too stupid. Turns out I was, just for a different reason than I thought. I was in love with both of you so bad.

Logan: Oh. Oh. Okay. That's great. ...What do we do now?

Janus: As I said, the math is simple. If we all three are in love with each other, the answer is obvious. The three of us may as well start a relationship. A romantic relationship...if you two want, of course.

Roman: ...How did I forget that's an option?

Logan: I also seem to forget that polyamory is an option that can be considered and discussed.

Roman: Not that...well that too. I meant the whole dating someone instead of just pining for them from a distance.

Janus: You two are hopeless. So is that a yes?

Logan: Yes...if you would be okay with that, Roman?

Roman: Okay with it?! Yes! Of course! Two amazing boyfriends for the price of one? That's a dream come true in more ways than you can believe.

Janus: Glad we finally got that settled...my loves.

[didderd]

I am really shy but aaa wanted to share these with u.. since you said u shipped it :P and just an excuse to draw them hanging out more :D

hehe ty for the doodles! i love them!! <333 made me wanna doodle something myself :3

hehe

don't let the boy fool you! he's not possessive in the slightest, he's just a little shit sometimes, and thought it'd be funny to mess with Fangs. gonna get himself killed smh.

[gia-giascartoonstation]

You are what you eat, Sonic

[m1stm3]

sloppy seconds!!

this is filth y’all pls know that b4 anything

warnings!: SMUT, nawt proofread :3, stsg x fem!reader, hcs!! but i got a bit carried away, phone sex kinda? they send you stuff, suguru fucks satoru on camera, no use of y/n :3

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- they were both away on an important mission and for the few days they were gone they were so mean

- it wasn’t abnormal for them to send pictures or videos of themselves when they were away just to make sure you knew they were safe

- but the pictures and videos they were sending you on this particular mission were nothing short of cruel

- it started off cute, a selfie sent by satoru featuring the two of them, the caption mentioning them stopping at a hotel for the next couple of nights while they reconfigured something with the mission

- the next thing was sent by suguru, a video starting with a quick shot of his upper-half lazing over the edge of a luxurious looking bathtub before the camera flipped to capture the back of an unaware satoru who seemed to be studying his face in the mirror

- “just get in, satoru.” you saw satoru open his mouth to retort but stop when he saw the camera. you watched as he turned around, the towel around his hips just barely showing off his v-line.

- “you filming me without asking?” he teased once he was close to suguru, the microphone picking up the sound of a quick kiss and water sloshing before the camera flipped again, the both of them now in the frame

- “we’ll text you after we’re done in here.” suguru flashed a small smile as satoru blew a kiss to the camera before the video ended

- you didn’t hear anything from them until hours later, your brows furrowing at the series of notifications popping up at the top of your screen

- you opened up the group chat between the three of you. there were 12 new attachments from suguru that were simply captioned “wish you were here <3”

- you smiled softly at the message before clicking on the first video, the dark thumbnail keeping you unaware of the content

- your face burned while you watched, your lips parting slightly in shock. everything about it was downright sinful, your lovers tongue-to-tongue while satoru whined softly at sugurus hands on him. the sounds in the video alone sent heat straight to your cunt.

- you took in a deep breath when the video ended, grounding yourself before swiping to the next attachment.

- this one was a picture of satorus torso, white streaks of cum covering his stomach and looking away from the camera with a dark flush on his face. the only part of suguru you could see was his hand placed on the other man’s waist. fuck, you wish suguru had taken a video of satoru finishing.

- your thighs rubbed together as you continued swiping, pictures and short videos of satoru on his knees while sucking sugurus cock only making you more and more desperate for them to be there with you

- your phone dinged from another message. “watch the last vid with sound” sent by suguru

- you swiped through the next couple of photos (not without studying them intently, of course) before reaching the last attachment and clicking your phone volume higher

- the first shot of the video alone had you drooling, sound be damned. a delicious angle of a whiny satoru getting pounded from behind while sugurus free hand roamed over the curve of his ass

- satoru whimpered something unintelligible before pressing his face into the pillow below him, causing suguru to let out a chuckle from behind the camera

- “what was that? do you have something to say to our love?” satoru only nodded weakly in response, choking slightly at a particularly hard thrust.

- there was a shuffling behind the camera for a moment before it switched to a smirking suguru who leaned forward to hand the phone to the man squirming underneath him

- “go on, tell her what you were saying.” sugurus voice carried from the background of the video, his movements never stopping despite satorus obvious struggle to form a coherent sentence

- your jaw drops when you hear satoru let out a muffled whine of your name into the pillow, raising his head to look at the camera

- he looked almost angelic, flushed red all the way to his chest with tears clinging to his lashes

- he let out a curse, eyes falling shut for a moment before looking back at the camera. “miss you so much, baby… miss your pussy so much-” he cuts himself off with a groan caused by suguru pulling his hair

- suguru leaned forward, grabbing the camera from him. “isn’t he sweet?” he chuckled. “can’t say i don’t miss you just as much, though… we’ll make sure to give you all of the attention you need when we get back, isn’t that right ‘toru?” he flipped the camera as he spoke, pointing it to a nodding satoru

- “we’ll see you soon.” suguru purred from behind the camera before ending the video

- you sat in flustered shock for a moment, sending them a message before slipping your free hand under your waistband. fuck, they were mean…

[bleekay]

zukki

[icy-book]

Consider, if you will, AU (either with canon post-s1 pre-s2 events but D.A.D.D.I.E.S. solves things before season 2 would start, or no Doodler/betrayal but Nicky still has to leave because FBI or other reasons) in which Terry Jr is the full time drama teacher for Teen High. Nicky returns from wherever he's been and is like "Well I want to be an active part of my kid's life and try and make up for lost time. I should go to his parents' evening, find out how he's doing in school, and meet his teachers. Especially this Mr Marlowe guy, Taylor seems to think he's awesome." And walking right into that classroom/hall to find his ex-boyfriend best friend sitting there in a dorky sweater and tie combo

Cue Terry, without missing a beat, greeting them as if nothing is wrong

Internal: when the FUCK did he come back and oh my god this is so awkward fuck I have to be professional how do I tell this guy that his kid is a loveable little shit after everything that's happened oh god oh fuck

Externally: "Hello Taylor and Mr Close-Foster-Freeman. I'm Taylor's drama teacher" *shakes hand* "Would you like to take a seat?"

[luvkuvi]

me when i see any scara ship art:

[reyofluke-ocs]

OCs DESERVE BETTER -> Ariadne Paris / Penelope Jackson (Percy Jackson & the Olympians) Disney: Abby James Witherspoon Movies: Eline Powell Books: India Eisley

"I'm not - that's impossible. I was found abandoned and given to Lord Oceanus as a baby to raise. I'm not this... Penelope Jackson you seem to think I am. Why should I trust anything you say? You can't even see that the gods don't give a damn about you!"

A little known fact to anyone that is not Sally, Percy and Poseidon - Sally was originally pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. But only the boy, Perseus - Percy - survived. Or so everyone always assumed. In reality, the Titans and their followers had discovered that not only had Poseidon broken the oath and set the Great Prophecy potentially in motion, but the woman was pregnant with twins: a flip of the coin, and either child could be the one of prophecy. So a plan is devised, one that is cleverly hidden from even the Gods - kidnap one of the babies and leave another in place, one that would be enough mix of sea and mortal to fool even Poseidon but the baby's soul was already in the Underworld. The baby that is kidnapped is born Penelope Jackson and is given to Lord Oceanus to raise as he would. And so Penelope Jackson is renamed Ariadne Paris - a reminder of the cruelty of both gods and humanity - and raised with one goal in mind: serve Kronos and destory the Gods and Olympus itself when the time comes.

When Zeus' bolt is stolen and word is recieved that Poseidon's demigod son is being sent on a quest to retrieve it, Ariadne is given the mission of infiltrating Camp Half-Blood as a spy for the Titans. But like calls to like, and Percy and Ariadne still find themselves drawn to one another, while the camp tries to figure out who's parent the mysterious new camper is and why their powers seem more aligned with the Sea God's more violent side.

psd: oblivion-crackships tagging: @endless-oc-creations@stanshollaand, @foxesandmagic , @hiddenqveendom , @arrthurpendragon , @cas-verse, @eddiemunscns , @far-shores, @oneirataxia-girl, if anyone wants to be added/removed or I accidentally forgot, please let me know!

[quietwingsinthesky]

one of my favorite things about doctor who is that, by necessity from the ever-rotating cast of companions and the doctor’s own changing face, you could never possibly argue that there’s one single pairing for the doctor to get with that would be the True One For Them. they’ve lived too long, loved too much, for it to ever be just one person.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Ari! If you could choose between satoru , suguru or shoko as your significant other, who would you choose and why?

ANONNNNNNNN YOU’RE SPOILING ME 😭😭😭😭 an excuse to talk abt sashisu…… ok but can i say all three 👉👈 jk we’re gonna discuss this thoroughly actually. for the sake of the argument let’s assume we’re in a no curses au <333

see here’s the thing right ….. when you get down to it, i see sashisu as very similar people. in the sense that when you first meet them they appear really Mysterious & Sexy & Perfect but they’re actually all losers. all three. they’re barely functional <33 I SAY THIS WITH ALL THE LOVE IN MY HEART BTW it’s their most endearing trait!!

but loserism aside i firmly believe all three of them would make such good partners :((( they’re softies once you get down to it!! but i think the first impression you get of them is farrrrr from even scratching the surface of their true selves… i’m just gonna ramble a bit about all of them aaaaaaa

satoru is the kind of guy who instantly intimidates the hell out of you because he’s just …. sooooo out of your league? like he’s tall and hot, he smirks and teases you and he has this charisma that you can’t deny. he’s a people magnet!! and as if that wasn’t enough, he also just so happens to be good at Literally Everything????? so even if he obviously likes you there’s that sense of him being totally out of reach… and he’s so friendly with everyone that i think you might assume that he’s a player which he isn’t at ALL but like 😭😭 that’s the impression you might get. he’s just so effortlessly perfect.

…….. except not really because as you grow closer to him you soon come to realize that he’s a loser. a silly little loser guy. absolutely infuriating. the type who trips you up in public and calls you cheesy petnames in front of your friends just to embarrass you. and he’s clingy. whiney. will make himself cry if that’s what he needs to convince you to stay home with him instead of going to work like he’s soooo ridiculous?? also eats out of his childhood digimon bowl even though he’s pushing 30 and forces you to watch the first three seasons with him (he literally will Not let you leave or even look away because he needs to see your reaction to every single scene)….. makes you handfeed him treats and nips at your fingertips. tickles you if you’re angry at him which makes you way angrier but he thinks it’s hot so he just continues.

yeah. silly little satoru. perfect and infuriating and childish — but, really, he’s just a softie. a lonely guy who gets attached too easily but doesn’t let anyone in. a lonely, sappy little guy who gets terrified at the thought of you leaving once you’ve peeled back those layers he tries so hard to hide. a silly, sappy, lovely little man who will stop at nothing to see you smile, to laugh, to watch you thrive. who just wants you to be happy, and just wants to be near enough to see it. that’s enough for him. he doesn’t have the courage to ask for anything more, right now, but he hopes one day he will. he wants to be yours in the softest of ways. he knows he’s not the easiest to be with, you know? he can be annoying, and emotionally unavailable, and he can seem terribly out of reach — but i firmly believe that satoru is the softest of these three. he just has so much love to give :( wants to be with you forever, as a friend, as a lover, as whatever you’ll have him as.

and then shoko …….. when you meet shoko your immediate thought is like . okay hi mommy <33 we all know it’s true so let’s not lie. to put it simply she just has bad bitch energy — all laid-back and mysterious, cuffed sleeves and loose cigarettes and murky eyes that see right through you but never stare too intently. and she’s nice, you know? just has that allure about her. she’s so easy to talk to, so easy to fall in love with. just reels you in so effortlessly — and suddenly you have the hottest girlfriend on the planet and you’re scared because what if you’re not good enough?? what if she gets bored of you????? it makes you nervous. shoko is just so cool, you know?

….. buuuut then you start dating her and find out that she’s a wreck. <3 uses the same coffee mug over and over without washing it, wears dirty boxers around the house, can’t cook to save her life, will try to make out with you while you’re studying and apparently purposefully lit her cigarette in a really sexy way when you first met just to impress you. she tells you as much when she’s a little tipsy, clinging to your back like a koala and giggling sheepishly. <3 similar to satoru in that she can and will manipulate you into sleeping in with her. don’t let her fool you — she’s just as silly and teasing as her counterparts. it just so happens that she’s a woman so i would let her get away with literally anything no matter how heinous you can’t stay mad at her because she’ll pout and frown oh so sadly and you know she’s tricking you but how are you supposed to stay mad at your little baby?? :(( yeah. she knows you’re whipped and she uses it against you all the time.

she’s just as whipped for you, though. she can be troublesome but i really do think a love with shoko would be so soft and mature; she cherishes you so earnestly, respects you so deeply. always, always takes you seriously. such a warm, warm presence in your life because she’s so stable. never leaves, never lets you forget how important you are to her. never ever takes you for granted. she’ll tease you sometimes, yes, and some of her habits might be a little irritating — but there really isn’t anything she wouldn’t do to ease your burdens. she sees the two of you as a team, and she’s determined to be just as much of a positive influence on you as you are on her. shoko really is such a sweetheart. she’ll still wake you up at an ungodly hour because she wants coffee and ”yours just tastes better 🥺🥺” but it’s okay because she’s cute <33

and suguru ….. arguably has the greatest whiplash factor of them all. you meet him and you’re instantly smitten — there’s really no other option. you can’t help but fall for him. a handsome, brooding, mysterious guy, with his leather jacket and piercings and keen eyes, and all of it just pulls you in….. but then he’s also such a nice guy? it doesn’t feel forced, either. it feels genuine — he puts you at ease, always listens to what you have to say, so patient and grounding. so intelligent, passionate, so good at making you fall even deeper in love. sugu is a different kind of people magnet than satoru; you’re stuck in his orbit before you even knew what hit you, because how could you not love someone like him? his charm in lethal.

buuuut guess what !!! he’s a loser too <333333 god where do i even begin with this guy. when he’s truly, truly comfortable around you i just feel like he’s a couch potato . a cuddle bug . literally won’t let you leave the house. and he’s such a little bitch??? steals your sweaters and gaslights you into thinking they were his the whole time (it works), puts your phone on top of the fridge if you misbehave, loves to read with your head in his lap but exclusively reads classics and will judge you so deeply if he finds out you like anything else…. he doesn’t say anything, never, just silently judges you with the meanest side eye and then acts like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about when you call him out. smh. also he gets super giggly when he’s sleepy and i just know he snores. sometimes he wakes you up and he’s soooo apologetic :(((((( such a sweetie. yeah sorry i can’t criticize him for too long i truly believe this man is an angel.

like. flaws aside…. suguru just cares so much. he cares more about you than he cares about himself. once he’s truly let you in, into his life and into his mind and into everything he hides from the rest of the world — he’s never falling out of love with you. it’s simply not an option in his mind. you’ve earned a place in his heart and it never even shrinks, just keeps extending and extending until he feels a little lightheaded with bliss. because you understand him, you accept him, and he’s just so eager to return that loves tenfold. he cooks, he cleans, he holds you and listens to your soft breathing when he can’t seem to calm down. he orbits around you like the moon to the earth. he is just so, so soft for you. would do anything to keep you safe. wants to be your safe space so badly that he’ll rearrange his ribs to make it more comfortable for you. always looking at you, making sure you’re comfortable, asking if there’s anything else he can do for you. you’re his baby, and he lives to tend to you. it makes him happy. :)

so!!!!! with all that being said …………………. 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

let’s be real we all saw this coming wbk i’m gonna have to go w sugu . sorry . 😔😔😔 my type is milfs and i fear he is the closest out of all three i like my men motherly ok </3 BUT I LOVE THEM ALL SM I WANNA DATE THEM ALLLLL they would all be such great partners i know and perceive the truth just trust me ….. emotionally unavailable and silly and teasing but the softest little marshmallows once you earn their trust :(((( sob. they mean the universe to me

[doggirling]

me: galacta knight you have to stop. You smoke too tough. Your swag too different. Your bitches too bad. they’ll kill you

galacta knight: