#the vein popper

[gonzodangerfeels]

Nexus 5. Oh yeah take this

*starts smoking*

Steam that mother fucker.

[kakecomics]

THE 40s: THE QUEEN AND TRADE YEARS 1. is barely out of his teens 2. is a queen 3. or a bit of a rough trade 4. dances with strangers 5. works in an office 6. or wears a uniform 7. has big hair 8. smiles sweetly 9. knows how to dance a Finnish waltz 10. irons his trousers 11. wears shoes 12. a sports jacket 13. and doesn't shrink from a bow tie 14. has serious eyebrows 15. has a narrow waist 16. and likes it to be close to yours (is that a gun in your pocket?)

THE 50s: THE LUMBERJACK YEARS 1. is in his early 20s 2. gets a haircut 3. keeps smiling 4. lives in the great outdoors 5. gets his muscles from logging trees 6. keeps that [waist], though! 7. has a knife 8. wears wading boots for work 9. really likes wood 10. starts wearing blue jeans 11. goes where his feet take him 12. has small nipples 13. and a washboard stomach 14. loses those eyebrows 15. knows how to handle a big stick 16. but doesn't have sex on his mind

THE 60s: THE BIKER YEARS 1. is in his late 20s 2. wears biker boots (machine's parked outside) 3. starts going to the gym 4. doesn't forget his pecs 5. grows a wider waist 6. grows his hair in a fringe 7. and sideburns 8. has lots of body hair 9. grows serious nipples 10. wears a soft leather cap 11. with a phallic logo 12. smokes 13. likes tight white T-shirts 14. doesn't go anywhere without his leather jacket 15. lives in his jeans 16. button fly, of course! 17. lost his belt 18. starts bursting at the seams 19. has 'fucker' written on his back (just in case) 20. is popular in bars 21. guess what he's after 22. smiles less 23. but is very happy to see you

THE 70s: THE CLONE YEARS 1. is in his early 30s 2. gets a serious haircut 3. but keeps the sideburns 4. and tries out a moustache 5. doesn't have a bike but gets around 6. grows veins 7. goes to gay bars 8. looks happy but doesn't smile 9. always has his poppers handy 10. gets a Tom belt 11. buys leather shorts 12. with a zip fly 13. wears biker boots 14. loses his body hair 15. likes a bit of SM 16. and doesn't spare the whip 17. knows his hankie code 18. gets his ear pierced 19. keeps up at the gym (late afternoon) 20. and grows his pecs 21. because he knows bigger is better

THE 80s: THE FETISHIST YEARS 1. in his late 30s (pushing 40?) 2. after '85 is often black 3. gets his head shaved 4. or has a mohican 5. and loses his sideburns 6. develops a love for hard leather caps 7. and starts to smile again 8. grows a big moustache 9. pumps more iron than ever 10. and knows big tits are here to stay 11. (not sure what happened to those nipples, though) 12. has cast iron hips 13. and his neck outgrows his face 14. sometimes has a foreskin 15. gets a sword-belt 16. jodhpurs 17. with a button fly 18. and a wide belt 19. wears riding boots 20. is clearly identifiable as one of Tom's men 21. uses a condom 22. and knows biggest is best

TOM'S MEN Tom of Finland: The Art of Pleasure

[moechies]

౨ৎ ⋆ cherry popper! ꨄ toji fushiguro

sypnosis: your first time with toji fushiguro

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 1.1k words ꒱ virgin reader w toji, reader saying “it hurts,” dacryphilia, praise, pet names mama princess& girl, mentions of fingering, making out, p in v !! obviously

“slow down girl,” he chuckles from above you, watching you pant from the lack of breath due to your guy’s make out session. one of his arms splay next to your head, another one deep in your creamy cunt. simply the taste of his tongue on yours made you ecstatic, barely able to contain yourself.

toji had been fingering you for the past hour, gotten you to cum twice. it hurts, the way he keeps on slowing down when you’re forced to report that you’re ‘so close,’ shushing your whines and claiming that he’s only prepping you; so you can’t cum.

he feels your cunt grow sticky and swollen as he continues with his ministrations, gently scissoring his fingers eliciting lewd noises. it was too much. he occasionally glides his fingers over your hot bud, ‘unintentionally’ making you twitch.

“m ready toji, please..”

“y’think so, baby? want this cunny filled?” he’s straightforward, and it embarrasses you. you muster out, “yeah , but . . a-are you going to be gentle ? ”

all he does is laugh at your adorable attempts to be good for him, please him as you’re always desperate to do, and be ultimately his favorite .

he pulls his boxers down below his hip, exposing his hard cock that had been painfully strained against the dirtied fabric up until now. all you can do is stare, that intimidating length and width you couldn’t believe was right in front of you. and soon, inside you .

you eye at his leaky tip dribbling translucent globs of pre, and the evident vein that runs down his cock from top to the bottom.

it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.. you could see his cock through his pants, even if he had been soft. but now that it’s right in front of your face, it begins to feel real.

“ya sure you’re ready for it darling?”

you give him a simple nod accompanied by a sigh, but he won’t take it.

“need you to say it out f’me , doll.”

“i’m ready for it , toji..” you incoherently mumble, barely able to think straight as you continue to eye his cock.

the look of fear in your eyes, it’s almost as if it turns him on even more. all he wanted to do was to flip you on your tummy and fuck you with your head pressed down into the soft of your pink pillows till you cried for him to stop, but he had to be sweet now!

“alright, stay still f’me mama,”

he lines up his cock with your tiny cunt, and you feel your breath begin to labor.

“calm down princess. i’ll go slow. tell me if it hurts.”

with how wet you were, he could’ve slipped it in easy but you had too small of a hole. you feel a glob of his spit fall onto your cunt, what follows shortly when he begins to rub his cockhead around in circles on your cunt, pressing up on your clit. he gently teases you by pressing it back and forth in your hole, but never fully inside, giving you time.

“no more toji..”

all he can do is laugh at your squirming body, so desperate for him, making you shy again. he spits again but on his cock, giving his swollen cock head a few pumps, before using his free hand to press open your legs to stretch your cunt just a bit more.

he presses his tip against your wet hole, and you almost begin to tear up. not wanting to cry in front of toji, but you were so scared. but he knows,

“don’t be scared baby, i’ll make you feel so good alright?”

he leans down over to kiss your lips, meanwhile slightly slipping just the tip into your cunt. you feel him inside, and pull away. your reflects tell you to thrash away from it but you don’t. it’s so thick.

“toji… toji..”

“feel good baby?”

you’re almost shaking as you feel him sneaking inches into your cunt, before it hits a barrier.

“s gonna hurt just a bit baby.”

he pushes through your hymen quickly so there’s no pain, he truly tried to make this less painful! his heart pounds with ache when he’s met with a quick squeak, followed by pained pants and whines as you attempt to adjust to the unusual feeling.

“i-it hurts!! toji! hurts! “

“i know baby, i know.. fuck. you’re so tight mama.. doin’ so well.”

he bends over and cages your head in his arms, meanwhile slowly thrusting back and forth to sooth the pain. he wipes away the stray tears with his thumb, and kisses your face so sweetly. he continues his sweet peppering kisses, even while he pushes his cock deeper and deeper.

“toji no.. no.. too much i can’t.. don’t know how..” he smiles,

“don’t need you to know baby, just need you to lay there pretty for me and take it.” he looks down to see his cock covered in your blood and slick, and he almost cums.

he lets out a sweet groan at the sight, moving his attention back to your face to notice that you had stopped crying, rather started whimpering.

“still hurts baby?”

“yeah, does.. no more..”

“i know mama..”

even with your denial, he shoves his cock fully inside of you. he knows you just needed a push, and he was all for it. you scream out of shock at the uncomfortable fill in your cunt, pulling the man closer to you and into your chest, searching for comfort,

“toji! it hurts! hurts!”

“s okay baby, took it all. so good for me right? first time and you took all of it, you’re such a good girl. such a sweet, good girl baby. you’re doing so fuckin’ well for me. you are.”

he says as he kisses your face down to your neck. he doesn’t move until the look on your face changes from pain to pleasure, and he doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re ready for him to move. your minds cloudy and your thoughts fill with toji, and only him. you mindlessly moan his name over and over as he slowly strokes in and out of your silky cunt. he strokes through your hair and kisses your forehead so gently you almost want to cry.

“toji.. toji…. feels weird.. feels so good..”

“yeah baby? gonna cum for me sweetheart?”

“yeah.. think so.. dunno..”

he laughs at your innocence, he thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world.

“cum for me baby. cum on this sweet cock f’me mama.”

and you do.

[writingsbychlo]

NONSENSE | theodore nott

summary; you got that holiday glee from your true love.

word count; 7946

notes; there is literally no plot here. the whole thing is supposed to just be fluffy cute nonsense. I hope you enjoy it, regardless. the first fic of the christmas 2023 series, based on this song.

The lights splashed off of every surface, the usual green of a Slytherin house party was spotted with a festive red, flashes of gold from the lights that had been slung around the room. The smell of fresh pine and berries was drowned out entirely by the spice of firewhiskey and the sting of glitter-powder from the Weasley twin’s mini-firework poppers hanging in the air. 

The classic setting of the annual Slytherin Christmas party. 

Brushing around your upper thighs was the fluff of your dress, a pleasant warmth racing through your veins as your drink settled into your blood. Your body moved, swaying amongst those on the dance floor as your hands settled on delicate hips, Pansy’s own hands on your waist, you both moving together, her head tossed back. The lyrics to the song were shouted from her mouth into the crowd, not a care in the world as she soaked up the atmosphere.

You giggled, her head snapping back up, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she pulled you even closer. “What, you don’t like my singing?”

“I love your singing, Pans. It’s truly wonderful.” 

She only scoffed. You’d listened to enough shower concerts and drunken raves as her roommate over the years to know singing was one of the very few talents that Pansy Parkinson did not possess. The smell of her perfume flooded your nostrils, and she spun, dropping to the floor in a dramatic show that earned her a few cheers, including one of your own. 

Jingle bells rang out from somewhere in the crowd, muffled in the noise, Pansy made sure to twerk in time to them, her arse grinding against you as you swayed. When she rose again, her sights were locked on Luna’s across the room, the blushing Ravenclaw was doing her best not to stare, and making a poor job of it at that. 

“Oh, go put the poor girl out of her misery would you, Pansy? It’s obvious she’s into you, stop torturing her!” 

She faked a gasp, spinning to face you, and raising a perfectly manicured brow. “Now, is that any way to go about a game of cat and mouse? No wonder you lost yours so quickly.”

“I didn’t lose! I got my man, thank you very much!”

“Yes, you did.” Frozen hands clutched your waist, pushing Pansy’s hands away, their chill seeping through the material of your dress as the tip of a cold nose brushed along your exposed shoulder. “Hello, amore.”

With a dramatic sigh and a glare at Theo, she sauntered away, onto her next game despite muttering about him ‘ruining the fun’. 

The crowd swallowed her up again, leaving you alone. Leaning back into him, the cold of his clothes made you shudder, even when his arms wrapped around your waist and his lips left open-mouthed kissing along your exposed skin. 

“You’re cold, Teddy. Where have you been?”

“Out, getting some more booze. Can’t host the best party of all the houses if you’re not a good host, hm?” Finally, you spun in his arms, catching his cold lips in a kiss, and he hummed happily against your mouth as he returned the affections with vigour. His tongue licked across your lower lip, tracing the faint taste of his favourite alcohol there. “That’s the kind of kiss I get when I go out on a beer run?” 

“You’ve been out in the snow, I was just trying to warm you up.” You smirked, his eyes flashing cheekily at the insinuation, his hands slipping a little further around your body to your back, tugging you flush against him.

“Well, I’m still pretty cold. Maybe you should warm the rest of me up, huh?” His body began to shift, moving together with your own as you danced slowly, hips rocking together slowly. He positioned one thigh between your legs, a large hand splaying across your lower back to guide you in the movements. “You know, you look pretty cute in this little get-up you have going on here, Mrs Claus. But,”

You rose a brow, his eyes scanning over the red, strapless dress and trimmed white fur, the thigh-high socks you knew would drive him wild. All donned for the occasion, a cheesy dress for the Christmas pastry before you all went home for the winter break. Leaning in, his lips brush the shell of your ear, voice dropping;

“Penso che le tue calze starebbero meglio sul pavimento della mia camera da letto.”

“Are you teasing me, Teddy? I only understood about half of that.” You murmured, his teeth nibbling lightly on the shell until you gasped, before he pulled back, leaving another kiss on your jaw as he did. 

“I’ll make sure you understand me just fine by the end of the night, don’t you worry.”

Your cheeks flushed, and he noticed, the red only enhanced by the green lights in the room, your bodies moving together as the bass pumped across the stone and marble floors. His once chilled touch now seared into you like flames from a fire. Your foreheads pressed together, breaths shared as the moment was lost on you both, drunk on the feel of his hands on your skin and the smell of him in your nose. 

“Quite the little show you were putting on with Pansy back there.”

“Jealous?” You mused, and his eyes closed, a smile pulling at his lips as he shook his head a little. 

“Not at all, cara mia. Turned on, but not jealous.” He angled his head down a little more, mouth close enough to your own to taste the sugary mint on his every breath, making you want to suck the candy cane flavour from his tongue like a drug. Theo had a unique way of emptying your head of thoughts, of all rationale, of making you feel safe and loved at the same time as putting snowflakes in your stomach, all with a simple touch or look. 

“Good. You’re the only one I want under my mistletoe, Theo.” His hand dipped lower as you kissed the side of his mouth, squeezed your arse as you nipped at his jaw, traced the edge of those thigh-high socks when you rose to your tiptoes to suck on his neck softly. 

“Maybe we should go find some then, sì?” He sounded as breathless as he made you feel, nonsense flirting pouring from both of your mouths as the party roared on around you both like a din in your ears. He was your anchor, drowning everything else out as you retreated to look at him, smoothing a thumb over the mark on his neck that he’d no doubt wear proudly until it faded.

Taking his hand in your own, you lifted your clasped fingers to your lips, kissing across each of his scarred knuckles as you guided him away from the dance floor. His gaze stayed fixed on your motions, lips parting for a short puff of breath before those dark eyes flickered back up to your own. With a cheeky grin, you spun your back to him just as he moved to close the distance, a groan from him vibrating against your back as he all but plastered himself to you once again, his steps matching your own as the two of you shuffled through the room. 

“You drive me crazy, do you know that? Those eyes, that smile… this body in a dress like that.” Your only response was to add a little more of a sway to your hips as you made your way towards the drinks table, taking the long route around and letting him wait. “You’re bad, teasing me like this in front of all these people… naughty girl.”

“Oh, am I?” As you came to a stop, he murmured his response, a kiss to the back of your head and a covert smack to your arse as he leaned over you, swiping for two fresh plastic cups and searching the littered table top for a bottle with something left in. “Does that mean I’m getting coal for Christmas?”

“You’ll be getting something hard, alright.” He whispered, hips bucking into your backside, letting you feel the slight bulge beginning to grow there, and you melted back into him at his touch. His hand slides up from your waist, slides up to your throat, to cup your neck. “Perhaps a new necklace?” He murmurs, squeezing lightly. “Diamonds?”

“You two disgust me, actually.” Mattheo coughed, making you both jump a little as the bubble pops, and Mattheo shakes his head, gagging falsely. He leant across the drinks table, beginning to shake bottles, glass clinking as he drops them when they turn up useless. “Absolute animals, where has all my good whiskey gone?”

“Hello to you too, Matty.” Theo’s hand slid back down to a safer place, resting on your hip as he came to your side instead, letting you tuck under his arm and bury into his warmth and cologne. 

“Hello, lovebirds. Do we have anything to drink?”

“That’s what I have been trying to find out.” Theo mutters, and you shrug. 

“There’s always the mulled wine.”

“Wine is not supposed to be hot, dolcezza.” Your boyfriend’s face screws up, just like it does every time you say something that offends his national pride, and a bubble of laughter erupts from you, only making his expression deepen. He’d looked the same way when you’d mispronounced a dish on the menu of the restaurants he’d taken you to on your first real date, or when you’d brought up the trending ‘lasagne soup’ you’d seen online.

“At this point, I’ll drink anything as long as it gets me fucked up.” Your friend sighs, drawing chuckles from you both as you shuffle from Theo’s arms, and make your way towards the cauldron simmering in the less-crowded back of the room. They follow you slowly, the two boys chatting as you step away from the noise and bustle of the main party, and into the smokey, crowded adjoining den of the common room. Enzo is practically filling a couch of his own as he man-spreads across it, a blunt hanging from two of his fingers as he stares at the game of chess he and Tom have going, only making a move after three more drags from his cig. 

Blaise and Draco sit by the fire, each with a glass of mulled wine and in a heated debate about something you can’t keep up with. Draco’s new car or Blaise’s new favourite holiday destination, perhaps. Maybe, even a way to combine the two. Taking three glasses from the cabinet and crouching before the hearth, several greetings float your way as you pluck up the enchanted ladle that has kept the brew stirring, the smell of orange and cinnamon reaching your nose from within the pot. 

“Not sure why you got three glasses out, darling. I’m not drinking that.” Theo’s nose scrunches adorably as you pout up at him, pouring one steaming serving for Mattheo, first. 

“Oh, please, Teddy. Try it for me?”

“No.”

Your scoff is all you can muster, filling another glass as Mattheo takes his and leaving one empty, returning the spell-bound stirrer to its task. Standing to your height once again, you clutch your drink between your hands, lowing steam from it. “You really hate mulled wine that much?”

“It’s nonsense. Wine isn’t meant to be hot.”

“It’s delicious this way!”

“Most wine is supposed to be cooled, actually.” He continued his argument, one you’d had for all the years of your friendship before ever getting together, and you sip it with amusement as he raves on about taking you for the perfect glass of wine someday.

“Better not kiss me again, then.” You interrupt, and his head snaps to you, several chuckles from the boys who have gathered.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, if you hate mulled wine so much, I mean, because that’s all I’ll be drinking for the rest of the night.” You take another gulp, ignoring the heat of it, just to make your point, and licking stray droplets of the red from your lips, watching him track the movement.

“Don’t be ridiculous, dolcezza. You know that I think wine always tastes its best when I suck it from your tongue.” 

You don’t have a chance to speak again, not before his mouth is crashing down against your own and making you squeak in shock, the cup in your hands jostled enough to send some of the hot liquid spilling across your fingers. When you gasp at the sensation, his tongue plunges into your mouth, licking his way in like he’s memorising you all over again, and making your legs shake at the urgency. He has so many ways of kissing, Theo does. The lazy kisses, the high kisses, the good morning and good night and ‘I need you right now’ kisses. 

This was different. This was ‘I love you’ and ‘shut up’ and passion all rolled into one, his fingertips digging into your body as he clung to you, pulling you so close that the spilt wine was no doubt soaking into his jumper and staining the green cotton. Pressing into him, you tried to return it, free hand slipping up into his hair, tangling in the soft strands as his mouth enveloped your own. 

You almost dropped the glass in your hand, tingles shooting across every nerve you had just at the feeling of being near him. Falling for Theodore Nott had been one of the most intoxicating and reckless things you’d ever done. Everything had been just fine for years of friendship, years of laughter and jokes and hugs that never meant a thing, and then one day, the way you looked at him changed and your life had been flipped upside down. 

If you could go back and change things, you would. You’d make sure to go back and let it happen sooner.

“So?” Your breaths come out in shallow pants as he pulls away to leave delicate kisses across your cheeks, prolonging the moment. “What’s the verdict?”

“On what?” He whispered stupidly, voice devoid of any understanding at all, deep and raspy as he nuzzled his way into your hair. 

“I think we got mulled wine on your jumper.” Your own thoughts were just as hazy, just as blurred, and he backed away just enough to look down at the droplets, the liquid still staining your fingers.

Taking the glass from your hand, he placed it down on the mantlepiece beside the empty one, and brought your fingers to his lips. His eyes never left your own as he kissed and licked the wine away gently, sucking your skin clean and humming as he did, your lips parting but no words making their way out as Theo cleaned you up. 

“Oh…”

“I suppose it doesn’t taste that bad…” Your head shook at his joke, his fingers weaving through your own when he was done. With a snap of his fingers, the enchanted ladle was topping your glass up, and filling his own. “Come on, cara mia, let’s sit down.”

Theo led you to the couch, sinking into the plush leather cushions and pulling you down to join him. Conversation was flowing like rich honey around you both as you settled, leaning into Theo’s side, his hand tucked against your hip, rubbing softly. 

You sipped at your wine, letting the feeling take over, letting yourself drown in the blurry atmosphere of being with your closest friends and the love of your life. Enzo was telling a story between smokes, a story of the Weasley twins’ latest pranks that he’d managed to be witness to, and laughter filled the room just as much as words did, as he recounted the tale. 

Theo raised his glass to his lips again, your attention moving to him instead, his throat bobbing with every swig he took, and when he pulled the glass away, you wiped a stray droplet from his mouth, sucking it from your finger. He pinched your hip in response. 

“What happened to not liking mulled wine?” You teased as he clicked for the enchanted ladle, refilling both of your glasses, and his lips pressed together. 

“I still hate it, but I’ll do anything to make you happy.” Is what he settled on, despite taking an impatient sip while it was too hot and scrunching his face up as his tongue burned. It may be an insult to his ‘perfect wine tastes’, but you knew that deep down, he loved it. 

His hand moved to your thigh, rubbing up and down slowly. You hid your smirk in your drink, watching him grow more and more needy. It wasn’t long before he was lifting your legs up, twisting you to rest them across his lap. Taking pity on him and laying your arm over his shoulder, your hand moved to his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. 

It didn’t satisfy him for long, because only a few minutes into Blaise’s new debate with the boys, he was rubbing your thigh again. You offered a kiss, and another, but when his touches didn’t cease, you took his hand and moved it higher up. Tucking it against your upper thigh, you crossed your legs, trapping it steady between them and leaving a lingering kiss on the edge of his mouth. 

He squeezed your thigh, grateful for the increase in affection, and slumped a little more into the cushions, taking you with him. 

You drained your glass, adding your input to the story, and throwing in commentary as you went, between kisses shared with Theo, to keep him happy. 

That satisfaction didn’t last long, however, when his hand began sliding its way up your thigh further still, inch by inch, and his lips were tracing your neck as he once again lost track of the conversation. 

One drink down, two, halfway through a third glass each was when the lines became blurry enough that you didn’t mind your friends around so much anymore, but you did mind not having Theo’s tongue in your mouth. Clearly, he was just as affected, because as soon as your head twisted and your mouth closed over his, he was groaning happily, a grumble of ‘finally’, and leaning up to return the kiss with just as much vigour. 

Your fingers were tangled in his hair, a slow kiss that was just enough to drive you wild, your crossed legs clenching each time he sucked, each little sound he made, each gasping breath before he was back. His hand, sandwiched between your crossed thighs, was squeezing occasionally, fingers tracing tantalising touches onto your skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. 

“Teddy…” You whispered, pulling back as your swollen lips stung from biting kisses, trailing your mouth over his jaw, peppering him with kisses as he bit back a moan at the feeling. You knew how much he loved it, how much he loved the way you’d lick at the hinge of his jaw, or the stretch as he tipped his head to the side to let you get at his neck. 

Theodore Nott was a man who loved PDA and touches, no doubt about it, and he made you feel loved up enough with a single smile to grant him more than his fair share of affection. 

“I missed you today.”

“You woke up in my arms this morning, dolcezza. We spent half the day together.” He whispered, and you pulled back with a frown, his head lazily tipping back to you and eyes refocusing as you deprived him of attention. “What?”

“Nothin’. I just…” Stroking a finger over his cheek, his head tipped into the touch, and he blinked up at you questioningly, waiting. “You didn’t miss me even a little bit?”

“No,” He murmured, your brows furrowing once again at the definitiveness of it. “Because you’re all I ever think about. I spent every minute getting ready to come back to you, and if that didn’t work, I started looking at your latest pictures. I can’t miss you when I know we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

The fracture in your chest healed up in a second, bursting with heat and love and adoration instead as you pressed your forehead to his own. “Really?”

“Of course, amore. Do you truly not know what you do to me? The effect you have on me?”

“About the same you do to me, I suspect.” Your words were whispered against his puckered lips, and you gave in, another series of tender kisses until he was smiling too wide to continue. 

“And what is it that I do to you? Tell me. I want to hear it all.”

“Oh, please don’t,” Draco whined, your head lifting to find him grimacing at you both as Blaise hid his laughter behind his hand. “I don’t think there’ll be any room left in here if Nott’s ego gets any bigger. If I have to listen to any more ‘I love you more’ ‘no, I love you more’ from you both, I’m going to be sick in the fireplace.”

“Don’t be bitter, Dray,” You teased, twisting to sit properly across Theo’s lap once again, your arm around his shoulders and your fingers in his hair, scratching at the base of his neck so that his eyes fluttered. “Just because you’re single at Christmas doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be miserable.”

“I’m not miserable, thank you very much. I’m free. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be shackled at the best time of the year.” Your laughter was hidden by Tom’s,  Mattheo’s and Blaise’s, and this only seemed to ignite the blond man more. “All Theodore does is whine and complain about whether he’s bought you enough Christmas presents, and if he picked a romantic enough card. Too stressful, I won’t do it.” 

“Y’know, ‘won’t’ is not the same as ‘can’t’.” Your tutting turned his cheeks red as the other boys all fell over the edge into hysterics. 

“She’s got you there, cousin.” Enzo teased, eyes red-rimmed and face a state of permanent relaxation from how much he’d smoked, but even he was sentient enough to tease Draco.

“I hate you all. I hope all your Christmas presents suck.” He scoffed, sticking his tongue out at you as he walked away, and you pinched Theo’s chin, smacking a dramatic kiss on his cheek;

“I have all I want right here, Draco! But I’m the one that does the sucking, not that you’d know anything about that.”

He flipped you off, Theo’s hand tightening on your leg at the insinuation as Draco left to no doubt go and find one of his usual roster girls to nurse his ego back up to standards. “I’m holding you to that later, mi amore.”

“I should hope so, Teddy.” Uncrossing your legs from your seat across him and placing one wobbly foot on the floor, his hand slipped up from your thigh to you arse, stabilising you with a squeeze as he smirked to himself, watching you adjust the hem of your dress and turn to him. Taking his hand from your butt and weaving your fingers together, you tugged expectantly as he finished off his third glass of mulled wine, and then yours, too. “Dance with me?”

“If I ever say no to that question, I want you to avada me, okay?”

Staggering to his feet as you laughed, he let you tug him toward the centre of the room. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his own around your waist, and the two of you began to sway out of sync to the music, noses brushing and smiles matching as you revelled in the festive atmosphere. 

“It’s strange,” His words were quiet, and you offered only a questioning hum to his vague statement, stroking the tips of your fingers over the back of his neck soothingly. “Feels like we’ve always been like this. It doesn’t feel as new as it should. It doesn’t feel like we’ve only been together a few months. It feels like we have always been in love, just like this. It’s just… sembra il destino con te.”

You considered his words for a moment, letting them roll around in the blur of your mind. “Fate?” You whispered eventually, and the glow of the smile that broke his face as the few Italian words you’d been picking up on rang clear. 

“Yes, mi amore. Fate. It feels like fate with you.”

“I love you, Theodore Nott.”

“I love you more, (y/n) Nott.” He teased, lips sealing over yours in a promise that one day that name would be true. Your heart skipped a beat, your swaying continuing as you pulled yourself up a little closer, leaning into him for support to continue the kiss. Theo was everything, everything you needed and never knew. “Good thing Draco wasn’t here to hear that.”

“He’ll find this one day.” You stole another kiss, and another as Theo leaned in to meet you halfway, his hand sliding up your arm to clasp with your own. Lifting one hand away from his shoulder, Theo took a real step now, swirling you in a proper dance as he held your joint hands out, and giggles burst free as he began to twirl you around the room. 

Weaving between furniture and friends, Regulus barely had a chance to snatch his legs out of the way from where they rested on the cluttered coffee table before Theo was waltzing you past him, stumbling around the room in a clumsy mess of loving and drunken movements. 

Suddenly, over the top of the music in the room, came the baritone voice of one highly inebriated Blaise Zabini, crooning the lyrics to ‘All I Want For Christmas’. You smiled, joining him with the lyrics, then Mattheo and Theo and Enzo too, as the boys hunted for the tucked-away karaoke microphones that had been hidden in one of the cupboards. 

With no batteries and no purpose, one was thrust into your hand. Just like that, you found yourself dancing the span of the room with all of them, belting the incorrect lyrics to any Christmas song you could think of between laughs and swigs of drinks. 

Mattheo dropped first, out of breath and lay across a whole couch with a bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, and a blunt in the other. Theo stood beside him, lifting Mattheo’s limp hand up every so often to steal a drag. 

He occasionally added the words, mostly happy to stand with his arm around your waist as you danced against him, aiming all the particularly romantic lyrics his way with a smile. 

“Well, someone has a little too much holiday cheer, huh?” Pansy emerged again, with suspiciously swollen lips and a dazed-looking Luna on her arm. Though, Luna could also just have eaten a few too many of those brownies she brought too, you think…

“What can I say?” You said through panted breaths, the carol still playing in the background as Blaise and Enzo continued to butcher the Christmas classic without you. “My true love gave it to me. How goes your evening, Pans?”

Her eyes widened for a fraction, before narrowing into a glare at your insinuation, and Luna only giggled. “Our evening has been going quite well, has it not, Pansy?”

“‘Course it has, Loons.” She mumbled, tightening her arm around the smaller girl’s waist, and guiding her towards the couches. When Luna couldn't see, she stuck her tongue out at you, and you pouted to hide your laughter, shoulders shaking in a betrayal.

“Your true love, huh?” Theo questioned from behind, making you jump in shock, and you turned around to swat at his chest. 

“Don’t fucking sneak up on me like that, Nott.”

“Uh-huh.” He shook his head at your antics, leaning in to steal a kiss from your lips before you could swerve away. “I’m getting bored of this party now. How about you come and show me a little more of that true love back at my dorm?”

“Lead the way.”

“So you can stare at my arse the whole time?” He chastised, but took your hand in his own, beginning to lead you both back through the crowds, your departure covert before anyone could make you stay. 

“The quidditch training does you well, what can I say?” Leaning forward to pinch him as he walked, he almost stumbled over a step, reaching behind himself to grab at your wrist, tugging you around to his side as he scowled. His cheeks were red, but there was a grin he was trying to hide, shining his eyes, and it broke free after another second. 

“You’re a menace.”

“You do this to me, what can I do? You drive me crazy, Teddy.”

“Don’t say things like that to me unless you want me to bend you over that drinks table right now.” He muttered, the words tumbling from his lips like he was reading off a shopping list, and your heart skipped a beat in your chest as a shock of heat raced down your spine. “I can’t get you back to my dorm any faster than this, but you’re testing my strength.”

He began to push through the crowds with even more force, no longer polite as he wove but simply pushing his way through any gaps or spaces, dragging you behind him until he was ushering you up the stairs. Through the cold halls, the music dulled and faded to nothing but a distant throb of the bass, and even that was sealed out to nothing as he closed his dorm door, locking it with a spell. 

Pressing him back into the wood, Theo was happy to go with your movements, pliant to your every wish as the bliss of the night continued to blanket you both. Your lips met his, a simple kiss he hardly had a chance to return before you were kissing at his cheek, his jaw, down in a trail along his neck, and over his covered chest. 

Sinking to your knees before him, a shot of cold raced across your skin from the cool stones of the floor. He looked down at you, fingers brushing tangling into your hair, and smirking as he held it out of your way. 

Your fingers began tugging at his belt in return, undoing it and slipping the leather out of the loops, he let out a happy sigh. Slumping further against the wood, you tugged at his jeans, mouthing every inch of exposed skin along his hip bones as they slid down, boxers too, his already hard cock bouncing up to smack across your cheek. 

Hot, wet skin throbbed against your face, and you turned, tongue out and dragging along the length of his dick, before swirling around the tip. He hissed through his teeth, eyes dark and half-lidded as he stared down at you, that serious expression that always made you weak in the knees melting away to something else. 

“Oh, you’re going to let Santa come down your chimney, dolcezza?”

Even in a moment like this, with your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, Theo managed to make a joke, your laughter muffled against him as you pulled back, and his own laugh was cut off by a moan at the feeling. His hips bucked, tip prodding at your lips as you grinned up at him, pinching his thigh for his poor excuse of a joke and terrible timing. Surely, you thought, you should be turned off or angry, something other than complete love filing you as he made jokes right now. Instead, it only made you feel more for him, his goofy nature behind closed doors that only you got to see, his sweet and funny and silly side that was hidden from most of the world. It was all part of what made him.

Somehow, his stupid jokes turned you on even more, a twisting in your stomach like snowflakes in a storm, your thighs clenching together. So, you matched his energy. If sexy Christmas puns were what he wanted, you’d certainly win. 

“Will I get a white Christmas this year?”

Licking the underside of him, from balls to tip, he let out a throaty groan, angling your head with the hand in your hair and sinking himself deep enough to make you gag, never taking his eyes away from your lips. “Oh, we’ll paint it white.”

His gaze stayed glued to your mouth, watching as he set a slow pace, controlling the bobbing of you up and down his cock. Only half in, and he was already beginning to fray at the edges, fixated on watching himself disappear in and out of your mouth. Taking him by surprise, you pushed a little further, all the way until you gagged and more, swallowing as much of him as you could until tears were pricking at your eyes. 

Again and again you let him take over, just to snatch it away when he least expected it, driving him over the edge, until he was muttering curses in Italian and throbbing in your mouth. Again, you took him down, deep until you couldn't breathe for the weight of him in your airways, and he fisted at your hair hard enough to burn.

Your throat flexed around him, swallowing and wet as spit gathered at the edges of your mouth, stretched around his considerable girth. Only when your lungs burned for breath did you pull back, gasping and messy as you stared up at him. “Santo fanculo, tesoro. La tua piccola bocca calda sarà la mia morte.”

“Turns me on when you talk dirty to me in Italian, Theo.”

“Is that so?” He muttered, hand cupping your throat, one thumb under your chin to tip your head up, and with a wink, he spat onto your waiting tongue. “Ingoialo, perché qualsiasi altra cosa ti do sta andando in quello stretto poco fica.”

A whimper slipped free, and he tugged you up by the fistful of your hair, uncaring of where your mouth had just been as he smashed his against it, tongue forcing into your mouth and kissing you so hard you could barely stand. Stripping himself the rest of the way, he made quick work of your own clothes, between keeping up with your kisses, and leaving his own collection of marks on your neck, Theo had you both naked and gasping in record time. 

“I love unwrapping my presents,” He whispered into the flesh of your breasts, tugging you down into his lap as he sat, your hips rocking against his wet cock, mixing with your juices as he bumped against your clit with every movement. “Told you those stockings would look better on my floor.”

“God, just kiss me, Theo. Before you make me lose my mind.” Your hands were on his cheeks, tugging his face back up, and he was muttering a spell as your lips met. Using his nose to nudge your attention upwards instead. He took a nipple into his mouth as you leaned back, staring up at the small green plant he had conjured above you both, and giggling through a moan as he scraped his teeth across the bud. “Is that mistletoe?”

“But, of course, mi amore. It was the one thing missing.”

Flicking your gaze over the room, you took in the mess of Christmas decorations the pair of you had put up. You’d taken to decorating his dorm like it was decorating your first house together, celebrating your first Christmas as a couple. 

A small, wonky Christmas tree sat on the dresser, a garland over the window, a wreath on the outside of the door and lights woven onto the headboard of his bed, flashing a myriad of colours on his profile now that only made him more beautiful. 

Smoothing back the hair from his face to see him fully, you pecked his lips, and again, “I love it.”

“Anything to make you happy.” His words were cheesy, but so smoothly spoken in such a deep voice that you shuddered nonetheless, and his eyes sparkled. “What else do you desire, my love? You’re already in my lap, so why don’t you tell me what you want?”

Pausing your rocking, you shuffled back just enough, dragging a nail down his chest and between your bodies, cupping his balls and giving them a squeeze in your palm as his mouth dropped open, and eyes rolled back. “Why, you got a present for me in your sack, huh?”

He was groaning and laughing at the same time, his face buried in your neck as you continued your ministrations, his whole body tight and every muscle locked as you did, until he was shaking, unable to take it any longer. “That’s what you want? It’s all yours. How do you want to take it?”

“Let me go for a ride, be your vixen.”

He bit at the juncture of your neck, before lifting his head, eyes playing out a plan as he looked to you. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about some different uses for these lights… interested?”

“Always.” You breathed, letting him twist you around with ease, until you were on your back amongst the pillows, arms being stretched above your head, and thrill racing through your body like a new high as you felt the wires and lights coil around your wrists. With a test tug, they pinched at your wrists, leaving you strung up to his headboard like nothing more than a decoration yourself, and he whistled at his work as he pulled back to admire you. 

Spreading your legs apart for himself, he settled onto his stomach, and anticipation overtook you in waves. Squirming on the bed before him, Theo chuckled to himself, blowing a stream of cool air onto your clit, making you squeal. “You look better than a whole fuckin’ feast. Look at you…”

He licked a single, firm stripe across your core, lapping up everything that had gathered so far, tongue parting your folds, and prodding at your clit as he did. When your hips bucked up to follow his face, legs crooking and feet planted on the bed, he placed a hand flat across your hips, pinning you down. 

“Be a good girl and have some patience.”

Your whimper spurred him on, back in again and again, until the noises he was dragging from you were closer to cries and sobs. He teased at your entrance, dipping his tongue inside just enough to drive you wild before pulling back and focusing his attention on the needy bud between your legs. Sucking and nipping, he dragged you to the brink, all before pulling back and leaving you hanging, marking your thighs with his bites and bruises. 

Again and again he played, until you were a writhing mess under his hands, tugging at the wires holding you down, desperately rocking against his face as his arms wrapped under your legs. And only then, did he give in. Just like that, every light touch became demanding, every teasing drag became more like a punishment, as Theo took what he really wanted. 

Screams of his name from your lips bouncing off the worlds, your juices a mess on his face as you came, and he wouldn't let up. Pleasure so intense it blinded you, an orgasm tearing through you, your body spasming from the sensations, back arching, and his only response was to slide two fingers into you and abuse your clit as he scissored them.

Sobs became wails, your voice cutting out and catching as you panted for breath you could no longer drag into your lungs, all as he traced filthy words and claims onto your body with his mouth, while pressing to that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. 

“Oh, Theo— fuck, baby, I can’t—”

“You will.” He murmured, a third finger slipping in, and your body went taut, hips leaving the bed entirely as you seized, a second orgasm tearing through you and juices gushing as he kept his pace, riding you through the high and over the crest of it. He took everything you had to give him, cheeks shining and eyes locked on your movements, you could feel the burn of his stare into your skin, branding you as his as he almost killed you with his mouth. “Una ragazza cosí brava cazzo per me.”

As soon as he pulled away, your thighs snapped shut, your trembling body collapsing against the mattress as you gasped for breath. “H-Holy shit, Teddy.”

“Good?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who just had you begging for mercy, is it?” He tutted, pushing your knees apart, the cool air in the room sweeping across your still soaked core as you continued to leak, no doubt dripping onto the expensive silk sheets he owned. “Perhaps you no longer deserve my mercy.”

“Let me at least catch my breath,” You muttered, one of his hands coming to land beside your head as he leaned over you, the other pulling your leg up onto his hips. Brushing his lips across your own lovingly, you smiled, puckering them for a kiss,

“No.”

With that, Theo slammed himself into you, your eyes rolling back as your still fluttering walls were forced to accommodate his length, your core twisting so tight you thought you might come again just like that, feeling him slide deeper and deeper, all the way, until your hips were sat snugly together. Your fingers became fists, jerking at the lights and rattling them on the headboard as your instinct to cling to him, to tear his back apart with your scratches took over. 

Instead you were restrained, all you could do was cling to him with your legs, return his eager kisses as best you could, head spinning, utterly overwhelmed with the feeling of being his. He gave you a chance to adjust, at least, his own face screwed tightly. Shallow pants on his lips as he steadied himself not to burst right away, and you made sure he struggled, clenching around him and rolling your hips into him until he had to hold you down. 

“Stop teasing me,”

“I’m not doing anything.” Your denial was useless, his glare said everything, that he knew you were lying, and he would make you pay for it, too.

“Oh, you’re a vixen, alright. Piccola troia.”

“That’s right,” You whisper onto his lips, “But I’m your little slut.” 

Just like every time you understood his first language, his eyes lit up, sparking with fire and adoration as you claimed him like he’d claimed you, lips searing as you kissed him. His hips began to move, in rhythm with your kisses and picking up speed. 

Every thrust of his hips has the breath knocked from your lungs, stretched out and full of him in the most perfect way. Before you’d been together, your sexual experiences had been limited and disappointing, and your first time with Theo made you realise just how good sex could be. It didn’t matter how or when, whether it was bent over a table in the back of the library with his fingers in your mouth to keep quiet, or in the astronomy tower, high and lazy, it was always so good. 

But this,

This was something else. This was mindblowing, your toes curling as he pounded into you, taking you to new heights of pleasure. His skin was slick, as was your own, sliding together perfectly as you shared breaths, foreheads pressed together, no longer even having the strength to kiss, nothing but the movements of your bodies. 

“You’re so fuckin’ good, tesoro. So perfect for me.” His praise covered you like a blanket, only adding to the way you felt, helping build you higher and higher toward the orgasm that would blow the others out of the water. 

“Oh, Teddy…”

“Yeah, you feel good?” One extra sharp thrust, your nails digging into your palms, and you began to roll your body up desperately into his own, searching for a release that would leave you in bliss for hours to come. “I love to make you feel good, you make me feel so good too.”

“So good, Theo. So big,” Your words were strained, eyes rolling back, and he licked his way across your mouth, a cheap and lousy kiss that barely counted, but it gave you enough of a taste of him to explode, Shaking as you came, your body was out of your control, more and more as your orgasm kept going. 

His pace faltered, the way you screamed his name enough to make anyone feel dizzy, a dazed smile on his face as it reached his ears. One, two, three more thrusts and he was collapsing down onto you, shuddering against your body as he smothered you, moaning your name with hot breaths on the shell of your ear as he came. 

His cock twitched between your walls, filling you up deep inside and making your jaw drop open just at the feel of it. He was still going as he pulled back, pulled out, the last of his load dripping down your folds and into the bed sheets, leaving you shuffling at the feeling, your whole body still reeling in the after-effects. 

He pushed sweaty hair out of his face, staring down at you and admiring the mess he had made you into. 

Your legs were still shaking as he leaned over to untie you, his own fingers a little unsteady and weak as he worked, freeing one wrist and kissing it softly on the red-marked skin. 

“What the hell am I supposed to do without orgasms like that for two whole weeks?” You sighed, and his laughter erupted from him in a burst so hard he almost collapsed down on top of you with the suddenness of it. You could only smile up at him as he stared down at you, hovering over your face and trying to calm his amusement. “What?”

“I was trying to be romantic just now,” He chastised, the blow never hitting, and he worked on freeing your other wrist, and kissing that one too. When you had the use of both arms back, you propped yourself up as best you could, watching as he wandered away to retrieve a cloth. “You could always send me sexy letters in the post about all the things you think about, and I’ll make them all come true when we get back.”

He reappeared in the room, and you raised your brows. “Oh, you want a wish-list of all my sexy, nonsense fantasies, huh?”

“I want literally nothing more than a sex bucket-list with you.” A quick cleaning charm, and a soothing swipe of the cool, damp fabric between your thighs, and then he was crawling back up the bed, collapsing down amongst the blankets to rest his head on your chest as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His head bounced with your residual giggles, his arms circling your waist as best they could, snuggling into you as you lined the top of his head with kisses. “I love you, cara mia. You’re all that was on my wish-list this year.”

“I love you more, Teddy.” Another kiss, to his forehead as he looked up to you, a devoted smile on his face. “You’re everything I could ever wish for.”

[the-whispers-of-death]

Ghost comforting American!reader because they woke up in the middle of the night because they thought that they heard gunshots but it was actually just fireworks

Im not sure if all of America thinks this or maybe it depends on where you live but I live in an area where a lot of people are packing heat and also for some reason people like setting off fireworks or firework poppers so I'm kind of always on edge

Ghost woke up to the sound of two things: fireworks and you gasping for breath as you hyperventilated. You thought they were gunshots, used to hearing gunshots in your old neighborhood and never knowing which were fireworks and which were gunshots. You felt like your skin was on fire as your flight or fight kicked on but your freeze mode had taken over, you laying shock still on the bed as you could only gasp for air.

"Baby, it's okay," he murmured, quick to turn to you. "Breathe with me, in and out." He took in deep, slow breaths, gently guiding you to do the same.

He made sure to keep eye-contact with you as he guided you through the deep breaths, interrupting every now and then to tell you that you were safe.

"It was just fireworks, my love. You're safe."

With his help, the panic in your veins slowly melted away, the haze of memories of people riding with sidearms through the city you previously called home drifting away until it left you with the reality. You weren't back there, you were here with Ghost. In a city and neighborhood that was safe.

"Thank you," you whispered, your eyes closing as you felt him pull you back into his embrace for a cuddle.

Ghost kissed the crown of your head gently, wanting to give you more comfort. "You don't have to thank me, baby. I'm always here for you."

[takami-takami]

Hi, hope you are having or already had an amazing day! <33 I wanted to ask, what is you Keigo schlong headcanon? LMFAO, like, how long is it? Is it curvy? Color? The tip? Is it veiny? Smooth? Well kept or hairy and if so - does the curtain match the drapes? The angle? Big breeder balls or smaller ones? How much does he give when he finishes? I'VE SEEN SO MANY TAKES ON THIS SUBJECT BUT YOU'RE THE ONLY AUTHOR WHOSE JUDGEMENT I WILL LISTEN TO.

FANTASTIC QUESTION!!!

My wishful thinking answer is that he is big but not like, ouch big, ~6 inches or so. HOWEVER, I know, realistically, this is not the case. There is evidence to consider.

His pants are very baggy. This raises questions. Nobody wears pants that baggy at the crotch all the fucking time unless they are packing. He also carries a certain energy with him. BDE or whatever. I feel it in my bones. So this bumps him up to ~6.5-7 inches in my estimate. But honestly I'm torn! Because he's also not extremely tall or anything. So I really can't decide between it being 6 or 6.5-7.

Curves a bit upward when he's rock hard or it slaps against his stomach when he's on his back. Mostly smooth save for a few prominent veins. Nothing crazy, but enough to be visually appealing or trace if you want to. His dick is ever so slightly darker than the rest of him and a bit flushed, especially at the tip. Tip is proportional/avarage/par for the course and swells darker when he's hard or edged.

I think he trims, but not too short (he shaves if he has to do modeling gigs that show the v line, but he prefers not to), but keeps the happy trail after his s/o falls to their knees and begs him not to take it away from them. Hair is slightly darker than the color up top, but still blonde.

Huge breeder balls. I will die on this hill. They're sensitive, too. And he gives insane cumshots. Like, he cums a lot. A lot. His backshots are out of this world. Fat, sticky ropes. A gift for his breeding kink, truly.

He has a very, very pretty dick. Like the kind you'd look at and go "wow, congrats man" and give him a firm handshake. The kind you stick a little blue award ribbon that says "best in show" on and pop a confetti popper.

[musei-thoughts]

𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1634𝘸.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧. 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘺𝘺𝘺𝘺 :𝘋

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦.

“Ahahahaha, What are your plans now Mr. Mafiaman? I got your old daddio locked up in my basement!”

You laughed evilly from the top of the stairways as lavender eyes glares up at you. “You think you’re so funny, aren’t you?

You’re wrong. I’m going to show you what a real mafia is.”

A smirk makes its way into you lips, daring the fuming mafia boss. “You better not hold back and disappoint me; I do have high hopes for you.” You said, approaching the male. 'omg he's so big in person.' you swooned mentally.

Luca took his pistol out, pointing it at your direction. “Now you know what to expect if you continue to fool me.”

Internally, you were like: ‘Seriously? A gun? That all you got?’ but you decided to make more fun of Luca. A fake gasp escapes from your lips, “Oh nooo, are you gonna shoot me?! Oh, please noo, I have so much to live for…" You fake cried.

Luca stares at you with a look of disbelief. His reaction makes you burst into laughter, “You can try me darling~”

“You really like to push my buttons, don’t you?” He aims his pistol at your head, glaring right at you.

Before he could pull the trigger, you swat his arm aside, making him shoot the vase behind you. Catching him off guard, you pulled his arm and flipped him over your shoulder, his body slamming onto the ground. You pressed your red stilettos onto his expensive tuxedo, “I do like to push your buttons.” The sadistic grin on your face made him feel weak.

Luca pushes your leg off and quickly gets up, keeping a safe distance from you. You were not someone he can lower his guards around. Someone who makes him excited like this is dangerous. “Who told you of my father’s whereabouts? How did you get your hands on him?!” He barked.

“Hmmm? Wanna know my secrets? How about…

No.”

You playfully stick your tongue put at the mafia boss, provoking him even more. The irritation in his face never failed to amaze you. He wasn’t like this when he’s around his mafia, he was more carefree and....smiley.

“You better do more than ask if you want to know my deepest DARKEST secrets.” You joked.

“Fine, keep them to yourself for now.” Luca pulls out throwing knives, now having his turn to grin at you, ”Now I have a question for you. Do you want to live?” He questions before throwing it all at you in quick succession.

Knives were like raindrops to you as you walked towards Luca, swiftly dodging every blade that barely even scraped you smooth s/c skin. “Do I? I wonder Mr. Mafiaman…” Once you were in front of him, you pulled him down to your eye level by his collar, “…do YOU want to die?"

A cold sweat forms on Luca’s forehead. He wasn’t expecting the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins while you gazed at him intensely. He tries to hide the intimidated look on his face by grabbing an emergency pistol from his breast pocket and once more points it at you.

“Are you threatening me? You’re playing with fire.”

You just eyed the pistol, smirking slyly at the man. “Go on ahead, shoot me.”

His hands tightens around the revolver. He never intended things to end this way. He doesn’t want to kill a woman. His hands shook ever so slightly as his eyes bore into your fearless ones.

“Any final words?”

Lips curving into a mischievous smile, “Ligma balls, mafia man.”

“You little-“

Your remark catches him off guard, making him pull the trigger by accident. Confetti and glitters shoots out from the gun while you chuckled at his reaction. “Surprise~ I switched your gun with a party popper when you weren’t aware ;P”

He stares at the gun for a moment and his eyes go from wide to narrow. “You're lucky that was a joke gun.” He stands up and takes out a knife from his pocket.

“I still have other ways to kill you with.”

in a swift motion, Luca stabs her with the knife. Your eyes go wide and you fall forward, leaning on Luca. “Lu…ca you bastard…” You whimpered.

“…that's a retractable trick knife!” Your laughter echoes through the ballroom as you slapped your thigh in amusement.

Luca looked at the knife in his hand, pulling it away from you. It IS a retractable trick knife. ”How many tricks do you have left?!”

“Well, aside from pretending to kidnap your daddy and be your ‘fake’ archnemesis, I don’t have much.” You shrugged at him. Pretend? Luca was confused. Beyond confused. Who really are you?

Then, boisterous laughter emerges from the top of the stairway, making the two of you look at the source of the sound. It was…

“Papa?”

The bossman goes silent and drops the fake knife to his side. Mr. Kaneshiro smiled at you with a pat on the shoulder, “That was quite a show you put up back there, Y/n; I’m impressed.” You reciprocated his gesture, “Thank you Mr. Kaneshiro.” Luca just watched the two of you casually exchange words, completely confused and left out.

“You two know each other?”

Luca still doesn’t get it. He has seen his father with people before, but never this friendly. “I have agreed to arrange Y/n to be your wife.”

…

“W-What?!” Wife?! Marriage?! What is happening? “Why all of the sudden papa?!”

Mr. Kaneshiro saw his reaction and raised a brow at him, “Why’s your face like that? Do you have something to say boy?”

“N-no, sir.” He quickly drops his head down.

He still can't believe what's going on here. His father agreed to this marriage, and apparently, even knows you in a deep level.

His dad’s expression quickly changes into a smile, “Well, there's nothing to complain about, Y/n’s a great cook, she can defend herself, and she knows how the mafia works. She's the perfect wife for you. Admit that you DID have fun with her son.” Luca's dad smirks with a teasing gleam in his eyes.

Luca thinks for a few seconds. He can’t upset his father. “…yes. I did have fun with her.” He is still shocked by this situation, but somehow he's starting to come with terms with it.

“Really? You had fun~ Aww, that's cute.” You asked him with a teasing tone, leaning close to his face. “It's not funny!” He whines with a slight blush in his face.

He's very embarrassed to admit it, but in fact, he had a lot of fun with you. He starts considering the possibility of being married with you, although he's still shocked and embarrassed to admit it.

Seeing him all flustered and whining like this kept your brain well fed, making you giggle in delight.

The big buff mafia man getting all flustered at the news of unexpectedly getting married to you was like a cherry on top of a sundae. You couldn’t resist pulling Luca down by the collar, “You’re so cute, Luca.” you whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek before letting go of him.

A shiver went down his spine as you kissed his cheek. He looked at her, then at his father, and nodded his head in agreement.

“Fine. I'll marry her.”

Luca's dad nods in satisfaction, “I will deal with the paperwork. Welcome to the family, Y/n.” You quickly thanked him before he leaves.

Once Mr. Kaneshiro was out of sight, you smirked at Luca while poking his cheek playfully. “Would you look at that, that went well, didn't it, my love?” You asked.

“I guess I have a wife now, right? What did I just do? I just got married with someone I barely know.” He sighs in disbelief, rubbing his face with his big, gloved hands.

“Just tell me what we are going to do now.”

“Well, what does newlyweds do after they get married?” you looked at him for an answer but luca just shrugs. You grinned from ear to ear before replying: “Honeymoon.”

“Wait what?! We are already going in the honeymoon?” He starts getting nervous at your answer. ”I never did this before. What exactly happens in a honeymoon?” He tilts his head to the side, cutely pouting.

You stared at him in surprise. “ You really don't know?”

“I'm the mafia boss, not a husband.” He sighs. “No, I don't know what happens in a honeymoon.”

You thought for a while before explaining, “Well, it's a little vacation newlyweds spent together. They travel, go on dinner dates, exploring, and…” You leaned towards him and whispers into his ear: “…and get 'intimate' with each other.” You teased.

He feels a tingling sensation in his body as she whispers that into his ear. “You mean…” He blushes and looks away.

“Yeah. THAT.” You couldn’t help but fawn over the mafia boss’ cute, red face, “Awwww, is my husband shy?”

His face becomes even redder as he doesn't know what to say. “How can you be so calm at this situation? we barely know each other.” He looks at her with a mix of confusion, embarrassment and amazement. “Let's just say that I've had my eyes on you for quite a while.” You pinched his cheek.

You were…stalking him? A pretty woman stalking him? He blushes and his eyes widen a little bit. He didn't expect this. “Really?” He puts a hand on his cheek, feeling it a bit red from the pinch.

“Uhuh, and you were completely oblivious. How adorable of my husband.” Even as he's embarrassed and he still can't believe what's going on, he's having so much fun talking to her he can't help but laugh.

“You're mean, Y/n. You know that?”

“I know you enjoy it~” You teased.

“Oh you know I do…” He chuckles and pulls her closer to him, whispering in your ear:

“I also know what I want to do with you tonight.”

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘬𝘺𝘢𝘢.

← 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 │ 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 →

[teekays]

what are your thoughts on the following players' ability to handle poppers:

- kj

- pat laine in this same vein

- machuk

- tk

- geno malkin

god thank you so much for this ask THIS is the kind of analysis i am always looking to do.... let's discuss....

if we're talking about a combined kj/pat laine universe obviously patrik is holding them up to kj's nose to get her ready for . well you know. and they make kj dizzy in a way that she can never decide is fun or not (many such cases) but the experience of it is so hot she's never gonna say no

as much as i dislike him i do think me and mtkachuk have one thing in common: poppers have never really done anything super noticeable for him but he still does them every time they're offered because like, you never KNOW.... and also the smell is kinda nice <3

tk does poppers one (1) time out of curiosity and never again because they give him a headache 😔

geno is a pro.... constitution of a horse. never has an issue. he was BORN for this.... born to do poppers on the dance floor forced to play hockey 😔🙏 also if the pegging porn he liked that one time tells us anything. he's About It... ovi also seasoned poppers guy mostly because i know in my heart he has tried every club drug in existence

[missshezz]

Title: Experience

Warnings: None Apply

Rating: All ages

Word Count: 1025

Tags: pre-clone wars movie, Rex and company are sent to help reader, war, death, angst, drama, loyalty, clone protocol

Summary: Rex teaches you a lesson about experience and respect

You spot the battle droid from the corner of your eye. Even with the Force flowing through your veins, you cannot deflect the blaster bolt.

It hits the trooper next to you in the upper part of his chest.

He goes down without a sound.

His pain is a ripple in the Force.

You can do nothing to help ease it, though.

Not with that battle droid rapid firing at you and the clone in command of this small regiment.

His designation number is CT-7567.

If he has an actual name, you don’t know it.

There hadn’t been time for formal introductions. The captain and his men arrived as you found yourself surrounded by a horde of battle droids.

Death seemed imminent.

Something you accepted.

As all Jedi did.

“Sir, watch out!”

You turn to see one of the super battle droid’s advancing towards you, arms raised, intent clear.

You use the Force to throw the droid into the others coming your way.

“Tinnies advancing on the left!” CT-7567 shoots a droid in the head with one of the DC-17 blaster pistols he’s holding. “Deploy droid poppers!”

Immediately, a dozen balls flew into the air.

All arcing in one synchronized motion before dropping in front of the droids.

Streaks of blue strike the droids, frying their circuits, and powering them off for good.

Your reprieve is short-lived, however.

For every one droid that falls, twenty replace them.

“Captain!” you hear. “Clankers advancing on the right!”

“Get ready!” CT-7567 orders. “Give ‘em everything we got!”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

Soon as the droids are within range, they let loose a barrage of blaster fire. The pings as bolts slam into the thick metal covering the battle droids remind you of the steel drums you heard while on a mission with your former master.

They, too, sounded of death.

Droids fall but are quickly replaced by more.

They’re just bodies Separatists send out to die for their cause.

Programmable, dependable, expendable, and above all else, replaceable.

It’s not lost on you how the same thing is being done by the Republic.

Only, they’re sending out an army of cloned humans instead of droids.

Living, thinking, feeling, and killable sentient beings.

You find it utterly abhorrent.

War, your master once told you, is never a solution and is never justified.

“It doesn’t matter who wins to those dead,” he said. “They are the ones who have made the ultimate sacrifice.”

You’re determined to see as few dead as possible.

You’re a guardian of peace and not a soldier, after all.

Or you weren’t until now.

“Captain.” You stop to deflect blaster bolts with your lightsaber. “Have your men pull back to that outcropping of rocks. We can make a stand there while waiting for reinforcements to arrive!”

“Yes, Commander!”

His address stuns you.

You’re not a commander.

You’re barely a Jedi Knight.

Your promotion, in fact, came right before you were deployed to this inhospitable planet.

You don’t correct the captain, though.

There’s no time for it.

Not with a horde heading in your direction.

And what a swarm it is, you realize, stomach churning with dread.

Battle droids.

Super battle droids.

Droidekas.

Spider droids.

Hailfires.

All coming right at you.

The reality of the situation is clear.

There are no fighter tanks to combat those hailfires.

No AT-RTs to mow down the battle droids.

It’s just you and a rapidly diminishing squadron of men.

Clones are not like droids.

Their numbers aren’t infinite.

It took time to grow new clones.

Train them.

Prepare them for battle.

Time you do not have.

You and these men are going to die.

Not before you take as many droids with you as you can.

A hailstorm of blaster fire erupts.

Bodies fall around you.

Each life extinguished is like a candle blown out by a strong breeze.

Leaving you cold, cold, cold.

You’re a Jedi, however, and don’t allow your grief to consume you.

You let it pass into the Force.

“Sir, look!” CT-7567 points to the sky. “Reinforcements are on the way!”

A sigh of relief escapes you as Republic gunships break through the barrage of laser blasts, bringing desperately needed backup, and much needed air support.

The battle you feared lost turns into a Republic victory a short time later.

There’s no celebrating for you, however.

There’s injured and dead soldiers to attend too.

You move to a clone leaning heavily on a pile of rocks. He tries to straighten as you approach but you shake your head.

“We do not need such formalities.”

“Sir?”

“You’re injured.” You slide an arm around his waist. “I think we can forego protocol until after you receive medical attention.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Twyla, please, Trooper.”

“I’m Jesse.” A pained grunt escapes him. “Sir.”

You go to correct him but the arrival of CT-6116, Kix you heard the medic called, puts an end to the subject. You turn Jesse over to the medic and go to help the others in need of medical attention. CT-7567 materializes at your side after you help the last injured trooper into the waiting transport.

“Commander? Your transport is waiting.”

“I’m not a commander.” You turn to the captain. “I’m a Jedi. A newly knighted one, in fact.”

“In my books, sir, experience outranks everything.”

“Please, just Twyla.” You walk with him towards the waiting gunship. “And you and your men definitely outrank me, Captain.”

“It’s Rex.” You think you detect a hint of humor in his tone but can’t be sure. “Commander.”

You accept the address despite feeling you haven’t earned it.

Something tells you that you will before this conflict is over.

If we don’t end this war, and soon, it will end the Republic and everything it stands for.

Something as a Jedi you cannot allow to happen.

Still, you find yourself wishing there was another way to bring about a resolution.

If only to stop more lives from being sacrificed.

Enough were lost here this day.

Men you swear to see honored for their sacrifice.

“Let’s take our leave…” You look at the captain. Committing his image to memory. Just in case you never see him again. “Rex.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

[lilias42]

Vieux dessins

Bon, ça fait un moment que je n'ai rien publié vu que je bosse surtout sur la Week de la semaine prochaine alors, je ne peux encore rien montrer, la partie 5 de "Tout ce que je veux, c'est te revoir" est en pause à cause de ça alors...

Mais...

Mais, mais, mais, mais... Maaaiiiis... ! ♪

En refeuilletant dans un de mes carnets à dessins, j'ai retrouvé de vieux dessins et les retrouver m'a donné envie de les montrer ! Ne vous étonnez pas s'ils sont différents que ceux que je fais en ce moment, ils ont entre un et trois ans. Aussi, la plupart sont au crayon. J'ai essayé d'ajuster au maximum l'image mais, je n'ai pas pu faire de miracle non plus...

Les premiers sont d'anciennes versions de l'apparence des Braves, quand ils venaient de popper dans ma tête et que le concept de sorcellerie n'existait pas. Puis on aura deux dessins de vieilles histoires abandonnés, et les derniers seront justes de griffonnages que j'ai retrouvé. Ils n'ont rien à voir avec l'univers de FE mais, je les aime bien, soit parce que c'est des persos que j'apprécie beaucoup, soit pour leur concept, soit juste parce que le dessin est pas trop raté.

Alors, c'est partie pour une virée de souvenirs dans le temps ! Départ pile sous la coupe !

Siopèle Mauricè :

Le plus récent de tout ceux de ce billet, je l'ai fait l'année dernière. A l'origine, ce dessin devait finir sur Tumblr mais, soit j'ai du l'oublier dans un coin. Il s'agit de Siopelè, l'ancêtre de Marianne, qui est une sorcière qui contrôle la lumière mais aussi les ombres. Normalement, elle est inspiré des goths mais, vu que je n'ai pas encore fait mes recherches dessus et vu son thème, je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de lui mettre un grand voile noir sur la tête histoire de donner encore plus l'impression que c'est une grande ombre matérialisé, tout en gardant le contraste entre les zones blanches de ses joues et ses yeux brillants, ainsi que le noir profond des ombres et de son visage.

A l'origine aussi, les sorciers devaient tous avoir une sorte "d'état d'Avatar" où ils étaient au maximum de leur puissance, tout en passant au-dessus des règles de la sorcellerie mais, en mettant bien plus leur vie en jeu quand ils l'utilisaient et en étant complètement incontrôlable et destructeur car, les Braves n'étaient animé que par le désir de protéger leur peuple, tant pis pur les dégâts autour d'eux, et comme dans la série Avatar, cet était visible grâce à leurs yeux complètement blanc, lumineux et vide. Siopelè se servait même du fait que sa magie rende ses yeux phosphorescent pour effrayer ses ennemis en leur faisant croire qu'elle était en "état d'Avatar" constamment, alors qu'elle est la plus jeune des Onze Braves. J'ai abandonné l'idée car, elle était trop proche de celle de la série, et aussi car ça n'aurait fait que les rendre encore plus quasi invincible et ça n'aurait pas coller au fait qu'ils vont se faire battre par Némésis. Les Braves seraient forcément entrés en "état d'Avatar" pour l'affronter et l'auraient donc soit vaincu, soit serait mort d'épuisement pendant le combat.

Annia Dominica Laeta :

Deux vieilles apparences de Laeta ! A l'origine, les sorciers n'avaient pas non plus de fierté, c'était juste des magiciens plus puissant que les autres. Ce n'est arrivé que plus tard dans leur conception et à un moment, ils pouvaient complètement les cachés, chose qu'ils ne peuvent plus faire à part Atta Gautier Loquax et Metaheta Gonerilè grâce à leur capacité de changer de forme et d'apparence. C'est pour ça que sur le dessin de droite, Metaheta à son oeil gauche normal, c'est qu'elle est en train de révéler sa nature de sorcière avec ses nervures et son squelette externe en bois et racine qui se dévoilent. Au final, Laeta ressemble à une fusion des deux : elle a toujours une multitude de tresse (même si elles ne sont plus attachées) et un squelette externe, ainsi que des veines bien plus marquées qui ressemblent aux nervures d'une feuilles.

Lucius Fraldarius Pertinax :

Pas de fierté pour ce vieux Pertinax ! A l'origine aussi, aucun sorcier ne se connaissait et chacun avait fait sa vie dans son coin alors, Pertinax avait eu de enfants de son côté avec la femme qu'il aimait alors que maintenant, il est amoureux de Simplex, même s'ils ne peuvent pas vivre ensemble, et les a eu à la toute fin de sa vie quand il savait qu'il allait mourir, même s'il reste un très bon père dans les deux versions. Pas grand chose à dire de plus à part qu'il a une apparence plus de gaulois que Picte, et que son chignon était recouvert de tissu à la base, là où il est à l'air libre maintenant.

Atta Gautier Loquax :

Et voici le tout premier Brave que j'ai créé ! A la base, ça devait juste être Gautier qui arrive dans le présent au moment où on combat Miklan et qui interagit avec ses descendants puis... puis on sait tout ce que ça a donné. Ici, Gautier n'est pas encore aveugle, mais il a toujours sa longue tresse qu'il enroule autour de son cou pour ne pas le gêner à cheval et était déjà nomade. Par contre, il n'était pas encore aussi pacifiste que dans la version actuel et pouvait attaquer si nécessaire, en particulier si sa famille était menacé, ce qui est représenté par son tatouage dans le dos avec un loup ou un renard avec des petits qu'il protège avec sa queue.

Griffonnage d'autres histoires :

A gauche, on a une Hilda d'une vieille histoire inspiré du Bossu de Notre-Dame car, je voulais faire une scène qui pourrait coller avec le thème "Sanctuary" d'un de mes film Disney préférés avec Robin des bois. L'univers était d'ailleurs un mix de ses deux films avec les Lions de saphir et les garçons des aigles de Jais en gardes de la ville qui prenait la place de Phébus, les Cerfs d'Or, les Loup de Cendre et les filles des aigles de jais devenaient les gitans de l'histoire ainsi que des Robin des Bois urbains, les personnages de l'Eglise de leur côté tout en les couvrant grâce au droit d'asile des monuments religieux, et Delagarde et Hubert avait la place de Frollo / Prince Jean de l'histoire. Hilda était le bras droit de Claude avec une place aussi de Petit Jean, étant une des plus fortes de la bande au combat malgré sa paresse habituelle, tout en servant de relai entre les lions de Saphir et la cour des miracles avant qu'ils ne les rejoignent vraiment, connaissant littéralement tout le monde en ville. Cette histoire n'a jamais été terminé vu qu'elle prenait une tournure trop glauque à mon gout alors, je l'ai arrêtée et remisée, mais j'aime toujours l'apparence d'Hilda avec son foulard rose à pois blanc ou fuchsia.

A droite, on a un Rodrigue en triton. Ce n'est pas rare que j'ai des idées qui poppent pour disparaitre rapidement, ça devait être le cas pour cette version de lui. Peut-être que c'était quand j'aimais encore Lambert (et surtout que j'avais mal lu ce qu'il disait et ne connaissait pas encore très bien la situation de Patricia) alors c'était une histoire à la Petite Sirène d'amour entre terre et mer, soit c'était quand j'avais ouvert les yeux et que Rufus passait en encore plus full c*nnard, capturait Rodrigue pour qu'il tienne compagnie à Lambert qui est tombé amoureux de lui au premier regard alors qu'ils l'ont croisé pendant un voyage en mer alors qu'il chantait une berceuse à Félix qui n'arrivait pas à dormir (soit donc pas sa voix hypnotique), ce dernier étant aussi retenu comme otage par Rufus pour forcer son père à rester et à obéir. Mini-Dimitri, Ingrid et Sylvain finissaient par libérer Félix et permettait à Rodrigue et lui de rentrer chez eux.

Griffonnages aléatoires :

Ma Lilith :

Un personnage de mon ancien univers et Déesse, la revoir m'a donné envie de la réutiliser ou au moins de parler d'elle ! (et je ne savais clairement pas faire les, regarder celle où elle fait "chut" ! Elle est à l'envers !) C'était la méchante de l'histoire dont le but était de répandre le chaos et d'instaurer la loi du plus fort, pensant que c'était l'état naturelle des choses et que chacun devait être libre de faire tout ce qu'il voulait, quitte à tuer au passage. Cependant, elle avait aussi un côté attentionné car, elle adorait des triplés orphelins et les aimaient de tout son coeur, les aidant notamment à contrôler leurs pouvoirs extrêmement puissant, ce qui la rendait aussi hypocrite car, chacun doit se débrouiller par soi-même, quitte à se battre à mort les uns contre les autres mais, ces petits triplés de son coeur qui ne savent pas encore se défendre (ou alors en perdant totalement le contrôle de leur pouvoir qui peut leur faire créer tout et n'importe quoi), là on n'y touche pas ou c'est elle qui va défoncer ceux qui les menacent. Le problème, c'est que ces trois-là, c'est un peu les enfants du dieu créateur de cet univers, et qui ne veulent pas que le chaos règne et préférerait que les gens s'entraident, ce qui crée une distance entre eux et Lilith, même si Lilith les aiment toujours de son coeur. Aucune idée de comment la réutiliser mais, à voir.

Divers personnages de ce monde-là. De haut en bas, de gauche à droite :

Deux esprits du nom de Cian, esprit de la lumière, et Snaerinn, esprit de la neige et de l'hiver (ainsi qu'esprit tutélaire de son territoire qui encadre tous les autres), qui sont juste les deux meilleurs amis du monde et qui ont passé une petite éternité ensemble. Cian étant albinos, il ne voie pas très bien alors, Snaerinn le guide tout en discutant avec lui

Un des trois triplés qu'adore Lilith, le cadet Lyov avec sa petite vouivre

Iulia, d'une histoire qui se passait dans le même monde mais, à une autre époque et qui n'a pas trop de lien avec la quête principale. Son histoire était assez glauque (je m'étais inspiré des mythes grecs donc, voilà quoi, tous les dieux sont d'immenses homards) alors, j'avais dû vouloir la dessiner en étant juste heureuse de manger une brochette. Elle a été maudite par l'équivalent du dieu Appolon après s'être refusée à lui, sa malédiction faisant que les rayons du soleil la brûlait mais, elle va finir par s'en débarrasser avec l'aide d'un autre maudit qui, lui, ressemblait plus à un vampire dont elle tomba amoureuse

La petite dernière est Margherita, une esprit de poupée. Sa propriétaire aimait tellement sa poupée qu'elle a fini par prendre vie pour devenir sa propre personne, les objets de ce monde pouvant s'animer pour devenir vivant dans certaines conditions, comme les Tsukumogami japonais. Elle ressemble à Hatsune Miku avec ses grandes couettes car, j'étais en pleine période où j'écoutais beaucoup de vocaloid. Etant donné qu'elle est commerçante, faudrait que je pense à lui faire faire un petit caméo quelque part un jour.

Et un dernier personnage pour la route en la personne de Tsubaki. Je n'ai pas fait apparaitre ses queues mais, il s'agit d'une kitsune extrêmement puissante veillant sur les différents êtres surnaturelles vivant au Japon / pays équivalent au Japon dans son monde, étant leur gardienne alors que les humains les traquent et les chassent, les deux communautés étant ennemi. Le petit qu'elle tient est juste Lio dans Promare qui s'était invité dans ce monde car, je devais finir de voir ce film, ce film est trop cool, un de mes films d'animation préférés, Lio est le meilleur personnage de ce film de très loin et un de mes personnages préférés toutes fictions confondu alors, il s'était invité dans mon petit monde ou tous les personnages et univers que j'aime se mélange. Il était le fils adoptif de Tsubaki qui l'avait recueilli après que ses parents l'avaient abandonné en découvrant qu'il était un burnish, grandissant avec elle pour devenir le leader compétent et soucieux de ses semblables qu'on connait dans le film.

[abbatoirablaze]

Into The Light, Chapter 2

Word Count:  957

“Hey are you okay?”

She looked up at him with wild blue eyes.  Chuck felt his throat going dry as the young girl stared at him.  She couldn’t have been more than ten years old, but there was something about him that made his veins feel like they were on fire.  He looked away from her and shook his head, “you need to watch where you’re going, kid…some of these people are real grade a jerks.”

“I-I’m sorry…I tripped.”

“Sarah get up!” Chuck looked up, his eyes meeting with an older version of the younger girl.  She’d had a pixie cut and was snarling at him, “get away from my little sister you weirdo.”

“Cindy, I tripped…he-he was helping me up.”

“Go back to find mom and dad,” she hissed, shooting the younger looking version of herself a mild glare, “if they find out you snuck back here they’ll lose their minds.”

“I just wanted to wish you good luck,” the younger girl whimpered, her eyes watering as Chuck helped her up.  She sniffled, and the older sibling felt guilty about snapping at her younger sister, “I know you’re going to get in, Cin…I jus-“

“Come here,” she sighed, reaching out to her.  The younger girl ran into her older sister’s arms and hugged her side tightly, “you can’t go running around back here.  If you run into someone from Vought they’ll think you’re trying out.  How embarrassing will that be to tell them you don’t have powers, Sarah?”

“I won’t get caught, Cin.  I’m super stealthy…maybe that’s my power.  I’m a ninja.”

“Another person found you,” she sighed, playing with her little sister’s wavy hair, “You’re not a ninja.  You want a super power?  How about you go find mom and dad and stick to them like glue, you hear me?”

“Yeah…”

“The kid…” She nodded slowly and he sighed, “guess your sister was wrong…you’re just a late bloomer.”

“Seems like everyone in my family that gets powers gets the evil ones,” she sighed sadly, “she’s a head popper…and I…”

“You’re venomous…”

Her brow quirked as she looked at him, “What?”

“Your skin…when you get…excited or nervous, the oils in your skin turn venomous…when they touch you and it gets into their bloodstream it’s the same reaction as a venomous snake.  You shut down the nervous system and cause organ failure.”

She swallowed as she bit her lip, taking a step back until her back hit the desk.  She dropped the book, “then you definitely shouldn’t come near me.”

“I have an anti-venom.”

Her brow furrowed, “you what?”

“When they did your bloodwork, they found out…took extra stuff from you a few days ago,” he reminded her, “It’s a prototype antivenom, so we won’t know if it’s good until we test it, bu-“

“When were any of you going to tell me that you knew what was going on?”

Chuck felt his throat tighten once more, “Huh?”

“Everyone’s been tiptoeing around me this whole week…and I haven’t been able to find anything out, and suddenly you’re telling me that you know what it is?  That all of you know what’s wrong with me?  Not a single person has offered me any explanation of what was going on.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Sarah…”

“I killed someone, Lamplighter,” she all but sobbed, the tears coming on quicker than ever, “I may have only known Davey for two months, but I killed him because of what’s going on with me.  There’s something wrong with me!”

“Sa-“

“You wouldn’t know what it’s like!” she sobbed, not caring about the sketchbook anymore, “you wouldn’t know what it’s like to kill someone who didn’t do anything wrong!  He was studying to become a doctor.  He wanted to help people.  And I killed him!”

“Sarah-“

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE!  I-“

“I was removed from the seven because I killed two innocent children on accident!” he growled, cutting her off. 

Sarah stopped speaking; her jaw parted ever so slightly.  She reached up and covered her mouth, a gasp escaping her lips. 

“I’m here because I accidentally killed two children with my powers, so don’t say that I don’t know the pain you’re feeling,” he repeated in a deathly low tone, “I didn’t know anything about those kids, but I still hear their screams as they died.  I couldn’t save them, because by the time I realized what was going on it was too late!”

“Lampli-“

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m so sorry.  I did-“

“Don’t touch me!” he reminded her quickly.  She stopped, not having realized that she naturally went to go and comfort the man that she’d caused to have an episode.  Her hand was less than a foot away from him.  She dropped it, instead wrapping her arms around herself.

“I-I’m sorry.  I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking.”

The two stood in silence for a few minutes, each of them silently working through their own issues.  Then Sarah moved until she was sitting on her bed.

“I-I’m sorry.  I didn’t know…”

Chuck bit his lip and shook his head.  His hands instinctively went to his pockets, and he began thumbing over his lighter.  He wanted desperately to flip it open and hear the click to remind him of the flames that felt like an addiction to him; the one reminder that he did have power at one time, but he ignored the instinctual call.

“I-I should leave…”

“Please don’t go…” she begged, “I-I don’t want to be alone right now…Lamplighter…”

“My name is Chuck,” he said softly, finding himself unable to move towards the door to leave, “please…do-don’t call me Lamplighter, Sarah.  I’m not him anymore…and I don’t want to be him.  I-I just want to be Chuck.”

“Please don’t go, Chuck…”

Tag List: @vmenfangirl, @lohnes16

[immortalconclusions]

WIP tag & ask game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, and I'II post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

Tagged by @licncourt!

Injecting concrete into veins

Post-mortem

Lestat bad trip

“You pathetic bitch, nobody cares about your sad story” 

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA” Claudia screamed. 

Foxglove

Syncopation

Poppers

Louis Goes To Therapy

TPCLdPdL

The Life and Times of Gabrielle de Lioncourt 

Tagging @sofipitch @translouisdpdl @zisurru @hedonisticgene @mutantmouse @downstairsbar @puentera @prouvaireafterdark

[vexeria17]

I get frustrated with myself when I realize I made something worth sharing and I ended up eating it all before I could take an ✨ aesthetic ✨ photo to show people what I made. But at the same time *self compliment* it was so good I forgot to take a picture lol

In case anyone is curious: I made bacon-wrapped jalapeños, they were so fantastic 🤩 the filling ends up sorta tasting like spicy ranch a bit lol

What I used:

1) a block of softened cream cheese - I had to throw it in the microwave for a few seconds to get it soft enough to stir

2) a dollop (couple tablespoons/to taste) of mayo and/or plain yogurt

3) salt, garlic and onion powder - about a couple teaspoons each/to taste

4) a squirt of lime juice

5) red pepper flakes (to taste) and a generous sprinkle of shredded cheese (I like taco cheese) - I stir vigorously and adjust any of the ingredients until I like it.

6) 6 jalapeños, halved and cored (I like to keep a couple seeds and some of the veins in the peppers for extra spiciness)

7) thin bacon strips, too thick and they roll off

8) fill the jalapeño halves with cream cheese filling, wrap with about a slice of bacon for each half and fry on medium-high heat until the bacon is perfectly cooked on each side

9) let em cool, or go ahead and risk it all for fresh, piping hot poppers ♥️ 😋

[xasha777]

In the sprawling expanse of the cosmos, nestled between the swirling arms of the Andromeda galaxy, there lies a little-known, but highly advanced planet called Darmstadtia. Its inhabitants, the Darmstadtians, are a peculiar and intelligent species, known throughout the star clusters for their love of intricate machinery and steam-powered technology.

One of the most esteemed individuals on Darmstadtia is Professor Alphonsus Gearheart, a figure that could easily stand out in any crowd with his emerald green skin and piercing yellow eyes. He is garbed in what could only be described as the pinnacle of Darmstadtian fashion: a blend of Victorian elegance and steampunk innovation. His top hat, tall and proud, isn’t merely for show; it’s a complex network of cogwheels and levers, performing calculations beyond the grasp of most other civilizations.

In this story, Professor Gearheart has embarked on an audacious mission to bridge the realms of quantum entanglement and relativistic travel. The professor had discovered a theoretical nexus point, a place where the fabric of space-time thinned, and realities brushed against one another like the pages of a well-thumbed novel. It was located precisely in the Kesselring Sector, an area named after a long-forgotten explorer from old Earth's Germany, whose last transmission spoke of the wonders of a star system which reminded him of the city of Darmstadt during the Autumnal Equinox Festival.

With the Darmstadtian High Council’s blessing, Gearheart had crafted an interstellar vessel unlike any other: The Temporal Voyager. The ship was a masterpiece of engineering, with steam funnels jutting out from its hull, harnessing the cosmic radiation to fuel its impossible engines. It was tethered to Darmstadtia by the Quantum Helix, a spiraling construct of energy that ensured the professor's safe return.

As the Voyager approached the nexus point, a visual symphony of astral bodies played out before Gearheart. Saturnine rings encircling gas giants, moons of every conceivable geology, and the warmth of a binary star system casting an eternal golden hour over the sector. With a gentle tug on his cufflink, which doubled as a throttle, Gearheart activated the Voyager's core mechanism.

The universe seemed to inhale sharply as the machinery whirred into action, steam billowing from the pipes with the force of a thousand geysers. A shimmering portal opened before the Voyager, rippling with the colors of an oil slick against the canvas of space.

Professor Gearheart adjusted his monocle, which was connected to the ship's sensors, feeding him data at an incredible rate. "To go where no Darmstadtian has ever ventured, to stretch the boundaries of what is known into the vast tapestry of what is possible," he murmured to himself, his voice steady despite the historic moment.

With a steadiness that belied the excitement that thrummed through his veins, he steered the Voyager through the portal. Light bent around them, time stretched and contracted like the bellows of an accordion, and then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. The Temporal Voyager emerged into a reality that was Darmstadtia, and yet not.

Here, in this alternate dimension, the city of Darmstadt was not just a namesake but an echo of the Earthly city, built on the principles of steam and gear, yet soaring amongst the stars. The architecture was familiar, reminiscent of the Jugendstil style, with structures winding around themselves like vines, but with the glow of neon and the hum of anti-gravity engines.

Professor Gearheart, the eternal scholar, took out his journal and began to write. He wrote of the similarities, the differences, the sheer wonder of it all. He sketched the alien flora, documented the strange, harmonious blend of technology and artistry, and hypothesized about the parallel development of two distinct yet intertwined worlds.

And as the twin suns dipped below the horizon of this alternate Darmstadt, casting long shadows and painting the sky with the deep indigos and purples of dusk, Professor Gearheart knew that this was but the first chapter of a much grander story. A story of exploration, of understanding, and of the inexorable link between two planets bound by a shared name and an adventurous spirit.

Thus begins the chronicles of Professor Alphonsus Gearheart: The Steam Savant of Darmstadtia and his voyages through the cosmic tapestries that weave together the multiverse.

[talesofpassingtime]

For Chas the Rushes is alive. It inhales the odor of sweet male sweat and exhales the odor of poppers. Music pumps its pulse. The red-tinged currents of smoke course like blood into the veins of this huge body which contains the individual sex warriors united in sensuality, and banded against the hated invaders– the “straight” punk hustlers, the “queer-haters,” and the effeminate men, the transvestites.

— John Rechy, Rushes 

[astrum-aetherium]

.・˚₊ : ✧ continuation of my henry winter masterlist! ˚・.

because tumblr apparently hates me and won't let me link any more posts on the original one. expand for additional goodness.

˚₊· ❥ nsfw scenarios

academic!rival henry taking his frustration out on you / being manhandled by henry / staining henry with lipstick in more ways than one / vacation headcanons with henry (dirrrtttyyy) / taking a bath with henry after a long day / sex with henry to the cure / expanded car sex headcanons with henry / henry being mean to you in bed / outdoor sex with henry / an anon's dirty dream about henry / virgin!henry's first time going down on you / henry driving (only nsfw in the tags lol) / what he would be like right before coming / henry's favorite sex positions / henry's biggest turn-ons / going to rome with henry / henry tutoring you / henry giving you the silent treatment after an argument / sundress season with henry / helping henry get dressed... buttoning his shirt and fastening his tie / reading during sex with henry / henry calling you good girl part two / henry and threesomes / henry with a nymphomaniac partner / henry punishing you after being agitated with your actions (academic rivals) / henry leaving behind bruises / additional few academic rival!henry scenarios and me being a bitter old bat / even more academic rival!henry but i'm being even more bitter about the fact people aren't being more specific about repeated requests / henry mocking your whimpers during sex / henry with a pillow princess / henry being rough with you after coming back from rome / aftermath of henry being rough and degrading in bed / being caught having sex with henry by none other than bunny / henry with a 'dumb blonde' type / discussion on whether henry would be an index and middle finger or middle and ring finger guy / discussion on henry's sexual preferences and whether he would use you as a fucktoy / mild sub!henry musings / sex in henry's pretentiously strange apartment / henry being dexterous and grabbing you by the shoulder in doggy / begging pleading sobbing to pleasure henry / feeling henry's veins whilst giving him head

˚₊· ❥ non-nsfw scenarios

introducing henry to modern books / baking with henry / convincing henry to go see barbie with you / henry buying you lipstick and calling you pretty in latin / a barbenheimer relationship dynamic with henry / greek class vape headcanons + richard tweak / elaboration on henry being a momma's boy / henry's opinion on lana del rey / weekends at the country estate / henry in a partnership with someone who is similar to richard and camilla / a greek classics henry x gothic classics partner scenario / henry manipulating you despite being in love / henry and jealousy / my personal headcanons for henry's family situation / discussion on whether henry would be capable of truly loving someone / what would humble henry and crush his ego / domesticity with henry / henry falling asleep on you / henry with a partner who has anxiety / henry with a science/math smart s/o / popping a party popper in henry's face lol

˚₊· ❥ scenarios based on songs

taylor swift — hoax / queen — who wants to live forever / lana del rey songs that suit henry + honeymoon songs in specific / abba — lay all your love on me / the vaccines — put it on a t-shirt / the wombats — greek tragedy (francis' country house demolition)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ astrum's the secret history & henry winter thirst masterlist ⋆｡°✩

hi, all! because we are slowly but surely approaching the 200 posts mark and this blog hasn't even been up for a full month, i've decided to provide all those who are new to my page a handy tool to facilitate orientation. when you expand this post, you will be greeted with a summary of all of my original posts and asks regarding the topic of my blog — incessant, tenacious, shameless thirst for the secret history's very own henry marchbanks winter.

admittedly, i am a complete sucker for lists and organizational tools, which is why this will simply be a heavenly experience for me — even more so because i'm currently procrastinating writing my term paper. however, without much further ado — find the list below the cut.

-> IMPORTANT NOTE: due to the link limit on this post, i can no longer expand it to my liking. because i don't want to create a second masterlist (just yet), however, you will find any newer uploads linked in my own reblog of this post (look in the notes).

˚₊· ❥ general — sfw, informative, personal

my opinion on tsh / addressing the problematic aspects of tsh / henry's middle name being 'marchbanks' and a possible explanation / what henry might've whispered to camilla / my opinion on whether or not henry and camilla were in love / my fancast(s) for henry / my favorite books / my opinion on dorian gray as a character (+ parallels with tsh) / comparing henry to marble statues / modern media henry would be into / elaboration on camilla macaulay / will i be writing about other tsh characters? / tips on getting into classical studies / country house daydreams

˚₊· ❥ henry winter nsfw scenarios

general headcanons about henry's sexual preferences / summer thigh riding / car sex / study date sex / mating press position with henry / riding henry / scratching his back during intimacy / bondage with henry / henry being into bdsm / henry's dirty talk part one / henry's dirty talk part two / neck teasing & biting / henry and cnc / dumbification with henry / henry sucking his partner's fingers / sucking henry's fingers / henry & cigarettes after sex / henry physically responding to pleasure / henry being distracted by your moans while studying / henry & the smell of gasoline / henry muffling you due to your volume / relentlessly teasing henry / cockwarming during studying / sex at bunny's funeral / henry calling you 'good girl' / henry and aftercare / giving henry head to cure his headache / size kink with henry / ignoring henry while he gives you head / clit spanking with henry + coming from your clit being spanked / you and henry at the beach / doggy style position with henry / henry with an inexperienced partner / inexperienced henry with an experienced partner / being bratty with dom!henry + being bratty and fighting henry back / henry burning you with his cigarette / shotgunning a cigarette with henry / jacking henry off with pretty nails / academic!rival henry taking his frustration out on you / henry using his diary for dirty entries in latin

-> own category — sub!henry: general headcanons / ignoring needy sub!henry / sub!henry punishing you back / making sub!henry beg + reaction to his begging / mirror in front of sub!henry / henry still being dominant while subbing

˚₊· ❥ henry winter sfw / mildly nsfw scenarios

henry & hanahaki disease au / henry with a polar opposite partner / henry with a partner similar to judy / spoiling his partner / getting off on spoiling his partner / enemies to lovers with henry / best friends to lovers with henry / academic rivals with henry / henry being soft(er) with his partner / henry during your period / henry's birthday party at francis' country estate / falling asleep on henry whilst reading / owning a locket with henry's face in it

˚₊· ❥ general satiric / amusing scenarios

gay hampden / list of pop culture scenarios flea wants the greek class to go through / henry holding a baby / playing roblox with the greek class / greek class barbenheimer feud / locking the greek class in a room with the percy jackson movies / the greek class' opinions on percy jackson / being locked in a room with henry / henry watching reality shows with you / henry turning up at your house / showing the greek class colleen ballinger's apology video / keeping the greek class in a glass terrarium / forgetting henry in the cereal isle at walgreens / the greek class being actual people (+ bunny shitting headcanon) / bunny possibly being okay (they revoked their statement) / henry writing smut in his diary

˚₊· ❥ henry winter scenarios inspired by songs

taylor swift — last kiss / taylor swift — illicit affairs / dead girl walking part one + part two

˚₊· ❥ bonus: prose shared by my saturn anon

one — marble / two — divinity / three — dancing in the rain