#thread: sneaky opportunity

[collegetennisoriginstory]

Public release of CT:OS update #8 IS LIVE!!! 🎉

<Reposting as a standalone because it seems a reblog thread always confuses people>

Can't wait for you guys to play it 💙!

Roughly +76k words, ~15k words in a single playthrough (estimated).

Features

Meet Sam again (if you chose to have them come over for the weekend)���yes, running bear hugs are possible, and you can even choose to wear Sam’s jacket! 👕

Hallmates will come watch your game (with a poster!) 

Play your first doubles match with your newly-minted partner 🎾 [Includes some sneaky tactics like a fake argument (or a real one 👀)] (achievement up for grabs) 

Find Tobin, Rayyan, Sam, G, or your hallmates after the doubles match (before the singles match) [Possible smooches 💋!]

Nicknames added throughout the game (from the beginning!) [There are opportunities for MC to earn unique nicknames from dad, teammates, Sam, hallmates, G, Tobin, Rayyan, based on little moments in the game!]

If you've not played the early-release, I suggest you start from the beginning if you want the nicknames, otherwise I'm hoping that saves shouldn't break... (🤞)

Also, for those asking for the CT:OS/Merry Crisis discord link, I've finally figured out how to create a link that never expires. Silly me. Link below.

Ko-fi | COG forums | Discord

[minnielvrr]

Lee Channie, Ler Hyune thoughts~

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae, @reginald-stay09

Channie was trying on this outfit for the first time... He walked out of the fitting room with a smile on his face.

He knew STAY would go crazy over it and he was looking forward to seeing their reactions.

The leader didn't notice the attention he'd been getting from a certain ferret who watched him almost hungrily.

Channie was asked to hold his arms up by the stylist noona so that she could fix some loose threads around the sleeve.

Ler Hyunjin who pounced on the opportunity, well aware that Chan would stay still for the staff's sake and exploited Channie's resolve.

Lee Channie who flinches and nearly folds but straightens back up with a wobbly smile.

Lee Channie who'd already start begging the moment Hyunjin hooks his chin over his shoulder and gently traces patterns over his bare waist.

"Hyuhuhuhunjihin! Thihis ihis unprofehehehessionahal!!" he screeched out between helpless giggles that filled Hyunjin to the brim with delight. His hyung was adorable!

It made Hyunjin hum into his neck, tickling Chan even more, while his hands spidered over Channie's abs, a sneaky finger buried in his hypersensitive navel.

Shyness creeped up Channie's body, feeling extremely flustered that Hyunjin was putting him through his in front of their stylist. He squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment as he wiggled and giggled away.

"It's only unprofessional if you move around hyungie~," he'd tease. "So stay just like this for noona okay?"

Hyunjin, ever the mischievous ler, would use the poor stylist noona as an excuse to get his hyung. His hands dancing under the jeweled top and scratching lightly over his ribs.

"NahaHAHAhahaha I cahan't I cahahahan't pleaHEASE ahahahHAHAha!!" He'd beg frantically, the veins in his neck popping out from the strain of holding himself still.

Ler Hyunjin who decides to have mercy, going for the highlight. "Last spot~" he'd promise and Chan took a deep breath, steeling himself.

But nothing could ever prepare him for just how ticklish he was on his underarms.

All Hyunjin needed was to run his fingers over the spot, slowly, almost lazily exploring the area he was so familiar with.

He started by poking all over the spot, listening to the little squeaks Channie made with a smug smirk. Next, he pressed in, slightly digging into the leader's armpits.

"Jihihihihie plehehEHEhease mehehercyhyy!! Ihihi cahahn't tAHAKE ANYHYHYMOHORE!!

Channie squealed and dissolve into sweet, bubbly laughter, squirming around helplessly as one of his worst spots was being attacked.

Hyunjin loved hearing Channie’s laughter. Although Chan was probably one of the members who laughed and messed around the most, Hyunjin could never get enough of it.

Hyunjin couldn't help but marvel at how easily he could bring out this side of Chan—vulnerable, giggling, and so incredibly endearing. It was moments like these that made all their hard work and long hours worthwhile.

He sounded so cute and childish, all bright smiles and happiness and it warmed the artist's heart each time.

Chan looked wrecked by the time Hyunjin stopped, little tears forming at his lash line, his cheeks flushed pink, and the widest of smiles adorning his handsome features.

"You're so cute hyung~" Hyunjin cooed, running away with one last poke to the leader's side.

"Yah! Just wait till I catch you!"

[magicalbats]

We Turn Not Older: Layla

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 3136

Warnings: Afab!reader but no gendered language, mentions of cunnilingus, scissoring

A/N: with a few minutes to spare, I'm actually on time with this one! Amazing!

⭐

Layla’s dorm is almost claustrophobically small and cluttered with astrology equipment, but it is also decidedly cozy. You knew you liked it as soon as you’d stepped through the door hours ago, when it was still daylight. Now it was dark. The cracks around the shuttered window on the far wall let in no light at all but you have no idea where she might have a clock sitting around to check the time. Not that it really mattered right now. You were much too comfortable lying in bed together, sharing this tight space with her, to even think about getting up and dressing yourself.  

Sighing in contentment, you instead roll over onto your side to regard the other girl. She’d drifted off to sleep some time ago after just a single round of going down on her and you now had the perfect opportunity to simply study her without fear of putting her on the spot. Honestly, you’d been more than just a little surprised when she first suggested this. You came as soon as you’d received the letter from the mysterious, unnamed scribe who you strongly suspected had been her other half. The other Layla. The one that is not quite so shy or easily flustered, or absent minded. You thought you were talking to her at first, for just a brief moment, but you’d quickly realized that was not the case. 

The fact you ended up in a tangle of limbs and sheets almost seems like a distant dream to you. Just something your travel weary mind had cooked up to taunt you with on lonely nights spent out on the road. This hadn’t been your intention or even some sneaky ulterior motive you’d harbored beforehand. But it was her birthday and she’d seemed like she needed it. Badly. After cumming so hard you thought she was going to pass out she’d promptly fallen asleep and you quickly followed suit not along after. It was hard not to start feeling drowsy when your bed partner was snoozing away so soundly. 

But she was still quietly snoring and you were awake. Carefully, you reach out to toy with a curled strand of rich dark hair. It’s unbelievably soft and silky between your fingertips. You think you could probably play with it for days without growing bored but even just that simple touch is enough to rouse her from what you’d thought was a deep slumber. With a faint, sleepy groan, Layla turns her head on the pillow to peer over at you. 

Offering her a small smile, you drop the strand of hair and it bounces back into place as if nothing at all were amiss. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“It’s fine.” She half slurs under her breath. Blinking away some more of the sleep from her eyes, Layla shifts to the side and then rolls over to face you. Her golden irises take you in for a long moment, just flitting over your face and your shoulders. The curve of your bare hip. “We really did that, huh?” 

“Yeah. We did.” You agree.

“Should we do it again?” 

A quick laugh bursts out of you. “I probably shouldn’t be surprised considering how good it looked like you were sleeping a moment ago, but I had no idea you could be so insatiable.” 

She quickly averts her gaze. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” You murmur, soft and reassuring. Scooting yourself closer on the already cramped single bed, you bring your hand up to cradle the delicate curve of her waist. “Do you want to do it again? I don’t mind if you do.” 

She considers that for a brief moment, idly picking at a single loose thread on the sheet with thoughtful fingers. You think she’s very cute like this and you lean even closer to press a quick kiss to her cheek. That brings her attention back up, both of you just looking at one another for a long stretch before she lowers her eyes to study your mouth. The same mouth that had brought her to shuddering pleasure earlier in the day. 

“I’d like that, Traveler. Can we?” 

You grin at her. “Of course we can. After all, I didn’t have a chance to get off before you zonked out on me the first time.” 

Layla’s expression is equal parts surprised and flustered. Her mouth warbles open to stammer out a string of apologies and self deprecating sentiments but you quickly silence her with a kiss. She moans, very softly, at the lingering taste of her own cunt on your lips and tongue. Breathes deep and relaxes into the gesture before kissing you back. Your snuffed excitement from before promptly flares back to life, set aside but far from forgotten. It actually feels even more potent than you remembered it being and you can’t help but moan too as you drag your hand up and down her side in an encouraging caress. This may not have been your intention in coming here but you hoped she was well rested enough after her nap to stay awake a little longer. 

But even if she doesn’t, even if she falls asleep again right after, you were still enjoying yourself in the moment. It felt good being naked with her, here in the secluded privacy of her dorm. Layla’s breast is firm and perfectly cuppable in the palm of your hand when you touch it with a reverence that makes her tremble and stretch out beside you. You take a moment to thumb over the nipple in slow, even strokes until it’s stiffly perked. Taking it between your fingers, you then give it a gentle tweak. She appreciatively sighs into your mouth before tentatively reaching over to do the same to your chest, reciprocating the gesture almost tit for tat. 

You spend what feels like many minutes just basking in the warmth and the feel of one another. Kissing, touching and fondling, but it doesn’t take long for you to grow impatient. She’d found release earlier, you hadn’t. You were still wet and waiting for your own turn, your cunt mutedly throbbing every time you rub your thighs together. 

Finally giving in to the urge, you turn half of the way over onto your back and reach down with your free hand. The other tugs on Layla’s neck to guide her right up against you. She breaks apart from the kiss with a low, breathy sound as your breasts meet and press into each other. Rubbing your sticky slit in savory circles, you look her right in the eye as you reach back with the other to dip fingers under the curve of her ass and prod at what’s between her legs. 

“Oh.” She gives a quiet squeak, thick lashes fluttering slightly at the sensation. You allow yourself a moment to just tease along her crease while you sedately hump into your own hand at the same time. Archons, if you’d known this was what she wanted you would have stopped somewhere and bought some toys to play with. 

“Is this what you were looking forward to?” You keep your voice low and suggestive as you slowly breach the seam of her body and press up into satiny soft lips. “Having my fingers in your tight pussy again?” 

“Oooh.” She makes the same sound but she draws it out this time. Allows her eyes to slip shut and just basks in the sensation. Gingerly, she lifts her top most leg and throws it over your hip so she can curl her body even closer and give you a better angle to stretch open her cunt. It works and your fingers sink in a little deeper. She’s so incredibly warm inside, all soft and wet, and cushiony that you can’t help but give your digits a small wriggle. “It feels so good, Traveler … don’t stop. Please.” 

As if you even could at this point. Between your own arousal and the way she’s gripping you in palpitating squeezes, her body instinctively trying to take you in even deeper, there was no way you could bring yourself to stop until you were watching her fall apart again. You had no intention of teasing her today. Not when that would mean teasing yourself in the process. 

Momentarily abandoning your own cunt, you reach up between your bodies and offer Layla your hand. She gently takes the wrist so she can hold it in place while she gives your fingers shy little kitten licks to taste you. The way she watches you while she does it seems to be in apology. Like she felt bad for leaving you hanging the first time, even though you’d only been joking about that. It was her birthday after all. This was her treat, not yours no matter how much you wanted a chance to cum too. 

Besides, you had something in mind that you suspected would please both of you at the same time and keep you two equally happy. You just needed to make sure both of you were wet enough first. 

Layla was certainly getting there, the soft little clicks you pull from her body attesting to the amount of slick her pussy was making around your fingers. You weren’t far off either but you still take your hand from her and reach down to smear your cunt in saliva. It feels so good that you almost don’t want to stop, especially when she brings her hand down to fondle your breast again. The way she pinches the nipple with delicate fingertips makes your breath come a little faster, moaning into the static charged air.

Before you can edge yourself too close to the line, you force your hand to stop rubbing. Your pussy throbs at the loss of stimulation but you quickly roll her over onto her back and sit up. Eagerly, Layla spreads her legs wide in clear invitation, her cunt flushed an excited pink and sticky with arousal. You oblige her for the moment and bend over her pelvis so you can flick your tongue over the sensitive bud at the apex of her slit. Meaty creases and folds shudder under the ministration of your mouth and she promptly shakes in response. It was quite clear to you that Layla very much enjoyed having her pussy ate and, truth be told, you liked it too. Her clit was prominent and easy to find — hell, you could see it at just a glance, erect and jutting out from under its protective hood in search of more pleasure — and that made it all the more fun to tease and mouth at it. You were banking on it making your idea a resounding success. 

“Your pretty pussy is so greedy, Layla. You already came once and look how excited you are. Don’t you have anyone to go down on you in the Akademiya?” 

A faint, wavering moan rises in the air. She nudges her pelvis at you, back and forth, back and forth in a pleading manner. She was needy, that was for sure. 

You take pity on her and bring your hand close, rubbing her fat clit with your fingers. Layla shakes beautifully for you, her breathing rapidly picking up and becoming thicker. You don’t want her to cum like this when you had something even better in mind though, and you pull away before she can find her release. She blinks at you as if in a daze as you get spun around and take hold of one dainty ankle so you can curl it up and out to the side. The motion leaves her cunt perfectly bare and vulnerable so you can shuffle closer until your pussy finds hers. It takes a moment of adjusting, slotting the pieces together just right, but you know it as soon as you find it. 

Your body suddenly feels ten degrees hotter as lips brush against lips and squish together, creating a wet warm seal. Layla’s breath hitches in her chest when your clit prods against hers with the first experimental roll of your hips. You moan, and then do it again. Even for the lack of a toy to help mutually stimulate the two of you, it still felt mind numbingly good just to grind your cunts together and you take a great deal of pleasure in watching her face take on a far off, dreamy look as you fall into a steady rhythm. 

She almost doesn’t seem to know what to make of it at first but the pleasure is undeniable. Her cheeks flush even hotter, a low chorus of appreciative sounds falling from her lips with each slow motion drag or your hips. It looks like you’re driving her crazy now, the way she not so subtly writhes and clutches the sheets. Her hazy attention stays locked on the spot where your bodies meet though, like she was fascinated with watching you thrust against her. 

Oh, if only she knew what you could do to her with the right equipment. 

“Does that feel good, princess? You look so lovely spread out for me like this.” 

The way she moans your name then, so sweet and fragile, makes your pulse pound even harder. You wanted to touch her more, play with her tits and pinch on those stiff nipples until she really started to cry out for you. But it’s hard enough keeping your slit lined up with hers while moving at the same time and you have to make do with squeezing her thigh in a possessive grip. You’ve got it half curled around your waist, the other leg still held captive in the air, and you could tell you were slowly creeping ever closer to the breaking point. You were wound tight to begin with but the way her stiff clit digs up into and slides over yours … it was amazing how perfectly made for each other two pussies could be. Like puzzle pieces, you fit together so very nicely and you were soaring high on the adrenaline of fucking yourself on her. 

“Shit, Layla,” You gasp, struggling to keep your pelvis planted squarely over hers without losing your pace to the eager twitching that runs through your tightening muscles. Any second now the cord would snap and you sincerely hoped she was as close as you were, so you could finish together. 

“Ooh, please … please make me cum, Traveler, I want to cum so bad.” 

Digging your fingers deeper into the soft pudge of her upper thigh, you allow your hips to thrust a bit harder. A little quicker. There’s such a sticky mess between the two of you now that your slit just keeps gliding over hers in a meaty press, but her clit seems to hit its mark each time. It was making you shudder much more violently than you’d anticipated and making the effort that much more of a struggle. Almost like a role reversal, you felt vaguely like the one who was getting fucked here, not the other way around. But you keep going even when your breaths puff out of you in quick, heaving gasps and it seems like you’re just as liable to shake right off her as anything else. Your world recedes to a fine pinprick of consciousness that consists entirely of the sensation of her pussy squishing under yours, moulding two bodies together, and the breathy groans of pleasure she lets out. 

It was dizzying in the best possible way, and that feeling only increases when you finally cum with a stuttering roll of your pelvis. The spasms seize you in the time it takes you to blink, trembling so suddenly it startles a high pitched yelp out of you. Teeth clenching tight, you seethe throughout the duration of your release even as you stubbornly continue to work yourself against her. 

And Layla manages to surprise you when she cums too, just a heartbeat later. She shakes and rattles through her orgasm in almost perfect tandem with you. It’s like she’s feeding off of your pleasure, taking it into herself and then giving it back tenfold. You can feel her pussy squeezing underneath you and the sticky mess between you suddenly feels obscene. You'd thoroughly soaked one another. 

Wheezing with the final tremors of your orgasm, you release her and collapse on top of the still moaning girl in a heap of limbs and sweat dampened skin. She quickly brings her arms up to twine them around your heaving back, holding you close against her chest. It takes a prolonged moment for both of you to recover but the afterglow is warm and peaceful. Comfortable. 

It wouldn’t have been so bad staying with her here, just like this. If only you didn’t have other matters, other responsibilities to see to. 

“Layla?” You speak at last, wondering if she’d already dozed off again. 

“Hm?” Her response is quiet and groggy. Distant, like she really had been drifting back to sleep despite having only just woken up some half hour ago. You probably would have found it a little ridiculous had you not known exactly how content and satiated she must have felt in that moment. Another nap didn’t sound bad at all. 

But you wanted to ask. Had to ask. “Are you sure you don’t want to do anything else for your birthday besides lay in bed all day? I mean. It’s your choice, of course. I just thought … maybe you'd want to do something else.”

“Like what?” She yawns quietly when she says it. You try very hard not to smile and you fail miserably. 

“I don’t know. Go out to dinner or something? My treat, obviously.” 

Layla noises a small sound of interest but rather than rousing her with the prospect she actually snuggles deeper into the mattress as if settling in for the night. “Mmm. Dinner sounds good. How about breakfast instead? We can go somewhere in the morning.” 

“It won’t be your birthday tomorrow.” 

“That’s alright.” Is the last thing she murmurs to you before knocking out completely. Her chest slowly rises and falls underneath you with the slow breaths she pulls in, lulling you into a similar state of drowsiness. It was the same as the first time. You just couldn’t seem to keep your eyes open when she was snoozing away with such tranquil ease. And it didn’t exactly help that you felt so safe and secure cradled in her arms like this. Vulnerable almost, like you were the one at her mercy. It was very possible that you were. 

Perhaps you should try giving her the toy and seeing what she could come up with when taking the lead. Something told you that you wouldn’t be disappointed.

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[st-danger]

thankyouu! :)

first of all wanna early last month or dec i bought one of the readings on etsy and it has opened my mind a lot, really put things into perspective, so thank you for that…

and my question for now would be… so i have exams and im really worried about the first one, im feeling really tired and can rarely concentrate, any tips for dealing with that bcs i need to do well on this one

again… thankyou 🖤

AHH I'm so glad it was helpful for you! Well, my friend, let's get into it.

Don't leave yourself out in the cold, or hang yourself out to dry. Right now, it's incredibly important that you ask for help and take people up on offers of support. You trend towards being a more independent soul who likes to do things on their own, and bravo to you for that- but it shouldn't be at the expense of your well-being, physical or mental.

While upright, our friend is wandering the streets, unclothed and clearly unprepared. The eye that peers out sees them, ready to welcome them in from the lonely road should they just knock. Reversed, we see an emphasis on needing to make that connection happen.

Such a focus on breaking isolation says to me that you've been putting in tons of time into studying and preparing for this exam. You've been working really hard, but you're going to burn yourself out. Take a deep breath, and step away for a night. Go do something with friends, or go do something on your own- but get out of the house and library for a bit. It sounds cheesy and trite, but the worried expression the figure wears needs to be cast off and replaced with a happier look. Where the mind goes, the body follows- remind yourself of how much time and effort you've been putting in, and try to tell yourself things will go well. Even if it seems fake. Even if it seems like you're lying to yourself. Just say it, repeatedly. Think positively- again, I know that can be wickedly irritating advice, but the mindset change is strongly threaded through this card.

Preparation is important, but you do need to dedicate time towards looking after yourself, even if that means a little less time with your nose to the grindstone. If you run yourself down, you're just going to handicap yourself. Being well rested and less stressed will put you in a far better position to achieve success. Keep working hard- regardless of how well you do or do not do on the exam, there's an opportunity here for academic growth. As far as other ways to prepare, reevaluate how you are studying, and see if you have other resources available to you that you have not yet used. I pulled another card (sneaky sneaky!) and it shows that you have some other tools, whether people or materials, that can help prepare you more effectively. The exam is going to be challenging, but as long as you're working smart, you'll complete it.

[masterqwertster]

Violet & "Louise"

cross posted on AO3

Violet had been quite lucky to run into Ashton Greymoore of all people. After all, the genasi made for excellent muscle in gigs like this. He was compact power with a gift for sneaking and a half-decent head on his shoulders. 

But best of all, Ashton Greymoore was always in the shit with someone who’d be willing to pay. And they knew it.

So really, as surprising as it had been to get accosted by Hexum’s enslaved barbarian thief at the Seminary in Yios of all places, all Violet had known in that moment was opportunity. All they had to do was fast talk the genasi into revealing who the potential client he expected to have the bankroll to hire them was, and once he realized what he’d let slip, Ashton would ask for a deal to buy their silence. 

One doesn’t get a good reputation in the underbelly of society if they can’t keep a deal, after all.

And really, as Violet had teased the threads to bind Ashton into their service for this job, they almost wanted to congratulate the barbarian. Free of Hexum’s chains and finally part of a new crew. It was about damn time he moved on from the shadow of the Nobodies. Truly he was doing well compared to the last few years. 

…Forgoing the shit this new crew was apparently entangled in, anyways.

Not that it was of any concern to Violet. At least until someone actually paid for it to be.

Really, the biggest downside to working with Ashton was the need to spare a bit of magic to throw a glamour on them. They had the sneaking skills, but when they weren’t sneaking… well, distinctive was putting it lightly when it came to their appearance. And it just wasn’t professional to leave a trail when fucking over a mobster.

It was simple enough to make the genasi look human and easy to argue him into the chef’s whites of “Louise” to sell the bit. Violet didn’t even have to worry too much about the visual-texture difference the glamour made since Ashton hated being casually touched by people. And none of the people they’d be sneaking past would ever suspect that a skinny, average human could throw a punch even half as hard as Ashton could.

Getting in wasn’t so bad. The tripping point was that security and scrutiny had been increased due to this Ruby Vanguard nonsense, plus the Vasselheim hunters in the city. And Ashton Greymoore was no sweet talker. Luckily they had sweet fists, even if punching their way through put everything on an even tighter timetable.

But it was for the best that Violet had recruited Ashton for this job. A ledger or three is easy to slip away with, a kenku… Even with the avian humanoid being lighter than most beings that size, they were still more than Violet could confidently carry out. Ashton, on the other hand, was mostly complaining about how awkward the rug-rolled package was, not the weight.

Of course, being caught by the second kenku was… annoying. They were lucky to have only been hit with sleep magic and not anything to remove their glamorous. 

The elf interrogator they were brought to was far too fond of their own voice to actually do the job. Though that might have been a reflection of the sheer stupidity of the employees in the house, seeing as their associates dented the industrial garlic press with Ashton’s face, multiple times, and couldn’t conclude that magic was afoot there in need of dispelling.

Still, luck was smiling down on them, because the sentries could hardly have raided the Baneful Brood’s house at a better time. The distraction of actual authorities meant that sneaky spy-theives were no longer of consequence, and distraction was dangerous when you didn’t realize you’d used simple ropes to tie a barbarian to a wooden chair. Even with the kitchen arming the mobsters better than a bare-handed Ashton, they still couldn’t take him down before he, or the arriving sentries, got them.

A few statements when the dust had settled, and the job was done. It wasn’t Violet’s favorite way to close a job seeing as some clients wouldn’t see the authorities cleaning it up as Violet completing the job, but it worked well enough.

They’d have to remember Louise though. You never knew when an extra favor with the authorities would come in handy…

[queencvbra]

// idk I still think it should be Tori with an 'i'…

We're only a few replies into our thread but the sheer level of detail and depth that you put into your Tory is unreal. She's so well fleshed out, and the fact that your writing makes me take a step back to reconsider her motivations and struggles in a way that isn't necessarily touched upon in the show is probably the biggest compliment I can give ♥

@opponentcompel // hey…how’s my portrayal? ♡

she just had to be a contrarian with her name huh 😂

This means SO MUCH to me, you have no idea. And it's so fun getting to write her against a character like Silver who does have a lot power over her in a way, and who she is rightfully terrified of; she has to be a lot more careful and sneaky and try (and sometimes fail) to hold back that snark she always has, so thanks for giving me the perfect opportunity to write that side of her <3

[pupmusebox]

Fight over a darling butterfly of a human.

“Such a conniving spider you are Claude, hmph. As if this lead would land you our lady now.”

Sebastian knew it was bad to let his business slip the opportunity for Claude to swoop in to tangle with a certain human, now leery of the spider who was tangling the threads more with them all and grinning of such a plot he had behind those glasses.

“Ho? Jealous Sebastian? How unbecoming of a butler, what's the matter? The crow getting possessive of the darling human of a butterfly now? How amusing.”

Claude seemed to up the game a lot when letting Sebastian take the first steps forward but damn if he couldn't make it a game between them both, striking a nerve when calling out the possessive nature and shaking his head as if too amused of this dancing entanglement game they had.

“Better be quick Sebastian… otherwise I'll have her before you.”

“As if you sneaky spider, I know how to tend to her better than you. Don't think you'll have her soul just a mere chance of a head start in our game, Claude.”

“As if crow but who will have a first contract with her? Hmm?~ Better get to work or you'll be out of luck later, too bad I couldn't entangle you within the web…”

Heated stares shared between butlers when tending to the human who they fought over and were quite into their little game they be playing really.

[poeticusnarcissus]

🍁Ariendelle Valyn🍁

~Fey Eladrin~

“I change alongside the seasons, just as we all do”

Druid {Circle of the Shepherd}

(Description)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

- cares deeply for wildlife, creatures, and the fae

- sworn to protect the lives of those weaker than her

- uninterested in the scheming of mortals

- feels responsible for the party’s well being

Flaws:

- Overwhelm in the face of responsibility

- Inferiority complex: Grandma Shava was always very strict with her, and rarely gave her a word of praise. Ari always felt more at home with the wild things, and was shamed for her curiosities due to Shava’s rigid demeanor. Ari feels that her only true place is helping creatures, but is entirely underconfident in her place among people, especially elves.

Interests:

- Cooking/baking, herbalism, ecology, art, magic and the arcane, the feywild

Likes:

- tea, trinkets and shiny things, discovering new species, cozy vibes

Dislikes:

- sticky smelly or slimy things, whiskey, places crowded with humanoids

Eyes: Grey

Size: Medium

Height: 5’10”

Faith: The Seldarine

Age: 130

Weight: 145

Clothes:

Bomber Jacket

- pockets lining the inside, with smaller pockets inside of them to hold viles in place.

- two small bags are strapped to her waist, as well as a small leather case containing a journal, a needle and thread, scissors and bandaids, and a bottle of advil.

Beige Baggy Pants

Black Combat Boots

- all of her pockets are filled with trinkets? vials, herbs

~Personalities~

(Base Traits) protective of creatures, clever, kind

(Autumn) cautious, charming, studious

Strengths: mediator; heavily focused on the well being of the people around her; relies on intellect to think through situations

Flaws: self-doubt, more worried about where she should be helping than what is in her power to do, gives more than she can so as not to be a burden, slow to action

Traits: “I’ll do my best to help when I see someone is suffering or in pain” “I always have snacks packed just in case”

Description: Auborn Red Hair w maple leaves growing in it, warm toned skin, brown eyes

(Winter) composed, rational, erratic

Strengths: hyper vigilance, logical thinking, quick to act on an opportunity

Flaws: rapid mood swings, suspicious + sarcastic, cynical

Traits: “All things end in life, winter always comes” “I’m thinking of all the ways this could go wrong, so when it does I am prepared”

(Spring) curious, reckless, mischievous

Strengths: charming, sneaky, a goddamn joy to be around

Flaws: acts without thinking of the consequences, a tad manipulative

Traits: “I’ll try anything, if it looks like it’ll be a good time.” “Curiosity is the guide to our wildest dreams.” “I get what I want; one way or the other.”

Description:

(Summer) passionate, protective, aggressive

Strengths: ready to charge into action, prepared for conflict, bursting with challenging energy

Flaws: consequences be damned, extremely defensive

Traits: “I won’t waste time with words when I can clearly see what needs to be done.” “Why worry so much? Let’s just all have a good time and get along.” “I’m all fired up!”

Description:

Hair - pale gold, with streaks of fiery red running through it. They fade and glow like the sparks of a fire (lava lamp)

Skin - warm tones, streaks of golden veins snake their way across her entire body including her face, they glow in response to her emotions

~Occupation~

Ranger at Central Park

Ari spends her days roaming the park, tracking the ecosystems and wildlife. She serves as a veterinarian for any critters that have been harmed or are sick.

~Significant Characters~

Freddie Mercury - Treant Sapling

-Freddie was found suffering from Tube Wilt in central park. Ari brought him to her home and cured him using rot grubs (which she promptly contained because they’re hazardous to mortals). He refused to move out of her apartment, so she let him stay.

-moody teenager

-Freddie’s mother is a sentient tree in Fae Grove; His father is

Twill - Tiny Mouse Fae

-Ari’s childhood friend who chose to stay by her side, accompanying her into the mortal realm

-spends her time in Ari’s apartment painting, sketching, or making arrows

-she’s practiced in making little tools, items, or weapons out of sticks, rocks, leaves and whatever else she can find

-notorious pick pocket

~Backstory~

Where is she from (Kingdom/Region/Etc.)?

Seldarine, Home of The Eladrin

Feywild

What was her role there?

Granddaughter of Shava, Elder of (Winter)

She lived in the central kingdom with her father and mother

Why did she leave? What motivated her? How did she become a ranger for the Fairy Mafia in New Amsterdam?

She grew up under the influence of her father, who is apart of the druidic Circle of the Shepherd. He showed her many creatures of the feywild, both within the islands of Seldarine and outside of them. He cared for the animals, the fae life, and any creature in need of help. Ari spent her youth following her father as he roamed the forests in Seldarine. On a few special occasions, he took her below the floating islands and into the Feywild itself. He spent more time there than most Eladrin, and taught Ari everything he’d learned about the Fae. She far preferred the company of her father and the feywild creatures over her fellow elf.

Grandma Shava and her mother wished to raise her as the next successor to be Elder of Winter. However, unlike most Eladrin, Ari has no control of her seasonal state. Eladrin can choose to remain in one season all their life, or change it at will. Most are still heavily influenced by their emotions, but the longer an Eladrin remains in a singular state, the more they concretely begin to take on the traits of their season. Ari’s seasons change based on her emotions, or purely at random with seemingly no cause.

Ari left the care of her parents at 100 years of age and moved to the city in Vandria with Shava, who began tutoring her in the ways of the Noble Eladrin. Though most Eladrin believe in the freedom of being, the Winter Eladrin have become frozen in their ways. Many hold to a rigid mindset that they believe is dignity befitting of the elven race. Ari’s mother (Allena) was to become the Elder’s Heir, but chose a life of a nomad to be with Ari’s father (Jorcoris). It tore a rift between Shava and her daughter. Allena hoped Ari could be the bridge to mend that bond.

There is a Feywild portal in The Sanctuary, though it is mostly used to travel throughout the feywilds rather than to the mortal realm. During a spring season, Ari became increasingly curious about tales of the mortal world. Feeling constricted, miserable, and homesick for her beloved Forests, she snuck through the portal. She’d intended only to spend a short time observing the creatures there, but found herself in the Fey Grove Park of New Ancaster. There, she helped save the life of a fae creature, and the Fairy Mafia witnessed it. They offered her a place among them, assisting in the care of the creatures residing in the park. All her life, she’d wanted to follow the path of her father and become a Shepherd. However, she did want to disappoint her grandmother or mother.

Conflicted, she returned home. She made a bargain with her grandmother to travel to the mortal realm and stay there for an equivalent of 10 years time in the Feywilds. Regardless of how time moved for Ari in the mortal world, she’d return once her grandmother sent for her. Her parents gave their blessings, and her father sent her on her way with his staff. She began assisting the Fairy Mafia in matters dealing with Magical Creatures.

Ari often misses the sprawling fields and lush forests of the Feywild. Her freedom was taken from her the day she entered Shava’s tutelage. New Amsterdam has offered her a place to belong and to be free, as well as new dangers.

- Twill is her childhood friend and chose to stay by her side, even into the mortal realm

- Freddie was found abandoned in Central Park suffering from Tube Wilt. Ari brought him to her home and cured him using rot grubs (which she then contained because they’re hazardous to mortals). He refused to leave, and she took him in.

Ari’s Motivations:

To protect the safe space for wild life in Central Park, and care for any patients who come through her doors.

Ari feels as though she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. That she shouldn’t be included with this group of people who are so willing to dive headfirst into trouble. She doubts she will be of any use, no matter how much she wants to help the creatures and children who are being put in danger.

When Ari is confronted with the reality of the situation head on, she is willing to lend a hand. She is unable to ignore the threat to the lives of the fey and fauna, or the innocents.

Due to Ari’s inexperience in battle, she panicked during her first real fight in the warehouse. Ari has only brushed the ugly underside of the city, and has done her best to remain detached from the dangers lurking there. Ari feels that Alfi died on her watch, and begins to question how much of a burden she truly is on this crew. She continues on, though reluctantly.

After nearly dying herself, she questions her purpose. Losing sight of the creatures who need her, she wishes to simply return to her peaceful days. Alfi convinces her to rejoin, and continue assisting them in their investigation. He reassures her of her safety, and her purpose.

The death of the homeless man deeply frightens Ari. This crew is full of powerful characters, and if her time with the Fae had taught her anything, it’s that those who are careless with power often end up hurting others with it. She has been pulled into the plots of something far larger than she could have ever imagined. Though she continues to wish to be of help to her friends, she no longer is willing to get involved with the dealings of the under city. Still, she follows through on her agreement to help Parker and Alfi in one last recon mission. Ari uncovers the groundwork for the true horrors this organization has planned. They call their kidnapped victims “Lumists”, beings filled with magic. They siphon the magic from them, a painful process that slowly kills them.

Parker’s daughter Vi gets kidnapped by the Don of the orc mafia, and used to open a portal. Ari helped free her, cutting the arcane sigils keeping her trapped in a magic siphoning machine. Being placed in another battle, Ari is able to heal many members of the party back from the brink of death (much improved from her first battle) “At least I managed to keep all of you alive this time.” Ari settles into the gravity of her situation. She begins to feel as though she’s understanding her place. Whether or not she herself is capable of facing the monsters, she can help the people who can. Ari is constantly reminded of the past that is creeping forward towards her. The letter from her parents, the locket, the vision from Hyssram. All pulling her back into the Fae Wild, to Seldarine. She knows she must return eventually, but would rather delay the inevitable. Suddenly, helping a ragtag group of hero’s seems like a far better way to spend one’s time, and ignore one’s own callings.

—

What changes for Ari that causes her to go from reluctant bypasser helping out, to a willing force in the plotline?

The plight of the creatures she’s sworn to protect

her fathers influence - a man who was kind to a fault, who never stood by when he saw the fragile balance of life being violated

In Ari’s eyes he was the strongest, bravest, kindest man to have ever lived. And she would be lucky to become half of what he was.

she rapidly becomes the parties ONLY healer and therefore feels she has no choice but to keep these fools alive.

[mitchbeck]

SPRINGFIELD THUNDERBIRDS MAKE HISTORY

By: Sam Zis, Howlings Springfield, MA – The Springfield Thunderbirds set a franchise record with their seventh straight win after defeating the visiting Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins 4-2 at the MassMutual Center on Friday night.   The T-Birds started quickly. After missing a high-quality scoring opportunity in the first minute, Keean Washkurak found the back of the net just four minutes into the game. The sneaky wrister found its way past the Penguins' starting goaltender, Taylor Gauthier. A recent AHL All-Star selection Matthew Highmore continued the early offense with a power play goal halfway through the first period. Highmore caught a pass from Matthew Peca and threaded the needle with a beautiful between-the-legs play past Gauthier.  With 2:45 left in the first, the Penguins cut the lead in half with a power play goal of their own. The Thunderbirds took a controversial Too Many Men penalty, which the Penguins capitalized on off a crazy double-deflection goal that was awarded to Colin Swoyer. At the first intermission, the Penguins were outshooting the Thunderbirds 14-10, despite trailing on the scoreboard 2-1. Springfield came out of the gates hard to start the second period. The Thunderbirds dominated play and peppered Gauthier with quality shots but couldn’t solve him. The Penguins didn't get their first shot on goal in the period until a slapshot into the glove of Thunderbirds goaltender Vadim Zherenko with only 8;42 left in the second period. The Thunderbirds' domination in the second period resulted in a power play goal with 5 minutes to play in the period as American Hockey League veteran Martin Frk buried a slapshot top shelf past Gauthier for his 16th of the season. The Thunderbirds flipped the shot total on the Penguins 25-22 after 40 minutes.  The Thunderbirds aimed to defend their lead in the third period; but, the Penguins had different ideas. Only 4 minutes into the period Penguins forward Alex Nylander snipped a blast past Zherenko to cut the lead down to one. With the Penguins pressing, the Thunderbirds found themselves on their heels being forced to fend off a flurry of shots only two minutes after Nylander's goal. The physical game heated up as the period progressed. The Penguins were frustrated by their lack of scoring chances, due to a smothering defensive performance by the Thunderbirds.  The Thunderbirds sealed the deal with Peca's empty-netter with 44 seconds left in the game. After the game, T-Birds Head Coach Drew Bannister praised his leadership group and the team's hard work. Washkurak's energy and physical play were very impressive throughout the contest. Bannister described him as, “a workhorse from day one.”  The Thunderbirds look to extend their streak to eight Saturday night when they face off against the Bridgeport Islanders in the team's highly popular, "Springfield Isotopes game."  SPRINGFIELD THUNDERBIRDS HOME Read the full article

[chaotic-luca]

Sneaky Opportunity || Lenox & Luca

Location: Miami night club Time: around 10 pm @lenoxsyed

Aside from the members of the Jem family, and some individuals Luca had met solely by chance, those who were on her list as familiars were those with powers Luca really wanted to learn how to copy. Her wish to copy that of Lenox had existed for a while now, but he was very difficult to get a hold off, and more difficult to convince to show her his power so she could try to understand how exactly it worked. She understood, from most people, who handing her the opportunity to copy was seen as a mistake: they didn’t want her to get more powerful. However, she could not practice the ability without being near the other. Her radius had increased greatly, and she could use almost all the abilities of those belonging to the Jem Family to a certain degree. But some of the most interesting powers were not within her grasp.

She snuck into the night club with a flash of a smile, and very little else. She was wearing clothes that belonged on a hipster, and wore a pair of sunglasses even though the sun was already down. Lenox wasn’t hard not to spot, he stood out with his choice of clothing. 

Luca moved behind him, managed to check him out for about ten minutes before taking the opportunity to edge closer. Then placed one arm on his shoulder and whispered: “I need your help with something.” 

[throwaway-yandere]

can i smooch capo!mc on the cheek and like the tightest hug i think they need it

and also to have bragging rights like omfg i kissed the capo!!! and you didn't!!!!!

i get targetted by every love interest ever and am found dead in a ditch the next morning

😋 anon

Main Four:

Inquisitor Cyno: probably won't kill you, but will give you a long lecture as to why stealing kisses is a sin and you shouldn't even DARE hold hands with his blessing. He understands that "human impulses can betray their morals" but he still can't cope with the fact that other people have tainted his beloved.

Professor Tighnari: Embodiment of pure seething jealousy. Cannot comprehend as to how you managed to pull such a feat and regrets not making more moves when he used to be in the Innamorati Familia. You'll find an arrow buried deep just beside your head the next day with a warning sign. "Stay away. Don't think I don't know what you've done. I hear EVERYTHING."

Underboss Alhaitham: "You think that's something to brag about? Cute." This man is confident that his shared and forgotten history with capo!reader is enough to win their heart. Eventually. You may have stolen a kiss from them for now but he'll be the capo's last kiss. So what if you kissed them? Are you brave enough to confess your feelings? Because my dear friend, he already did. (Y/n) just doesn't realize it yet.

Architect Kaveh: He doesn't believe you. Kaveh thinks you're lying and he'll probably laugh at your face and call you delusional. If you insist on talking about it he'll sew your eyes and mouth shut with needle and thread. "Shut it. If I asked the disciples and find out you're lying you'll find yourself in big danger, you wench."

(Some of the) Secret Routes:

Visconti Diluc: In absolute agony. The best he got was when he kissed the ring on your finger as a sign of respect– how does someone like you have that opportunity?! It doesn't matter. That's what he'll tell himself. It doesn't matter, what maters is you should focus on getting (Y/n) to quit the syndicate. What matters most is their safety.

Musician Venti: He would be the most impressed one. Venti would think this is song worthy– he'd whip up a song about this in no time. It would sound joyous but the lyrics are grim and questionable. "A kiss in the cheek would make any man sweep– a sneaky rival down Starsnatch's steep~"

???: "You're acting awfully cocky, worm." You'll find that he's already inside your house– correction: dilapidated house. You don't understand what's going on, or why he's holding a small piece between his fingers– all you know is that whatever you say next might just be your last message on earth.

???: "I heard you've been spreading rumors about the 8th capo. Your mortal desires might just put you in danger." The least disturbed one, at least, on the surface. It's not like he knows capo!reader that much. "Still, why do you persist on bothering them? Isn't it already obvious that they're destined to die? When the day comes that they'll be consumed by darkness– I'll be the one to reap their soul. I advise you to not get attached."

[ptergwen]

fluffy make out sesh w petey? <3

call it even

w/c: 1,074

warnings: like two swears?

a/n: i don’t know why this ended up being so long but it did lmfhwjwhs i hope it’s everything u wanted and more :D

-

“god, how much time is left?” you complain, circling your index finger around peter’s chest.

peter refuses to expand his horizons beyond star wars, so you two are watching revenge of the sith yet again. you’re seated in his lap and doing everything you can to get his attention. it’s the only way you’ll be able to make it through the damn movie.

unfortunately for you, peter has a huge crush on anakin. that means his eyes are literally glued to the screen.

“we’re not even halfway through yet. get comfortable, babe,” peter smugly replies. he grabs your hips and squeezes, cocking his head to the side to see better. you tilt your own head so it’s blocking his line of vision. “i am comfortable… very. are you?” your voice drops an octave.

a smirk crossing his features, peter finally meets your eyes. “i know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not gonna work.” you gasp to feign innocence. “silly old me? what ever are you talking about, peter dearest?”

peter moves an arm so it’s around your lower back, you batting your lashes down at him. you yank on his flannel collar to keep him in place. he leans in closer to you until his lips brush the shell of your ear.

he’s all yours.

“i appreciate the effort. now, if you don’t mind…”

peter pulls away from you with a terrible wink that’s stupidly adorable, but you’re too annoyed to admit it.

you give up your facade, swapping it for whining and tugging on peter’s shirt. “no fair! all i want you to do is spend some time with me, petey.” gazing over your shoulder, you shoot the tv a death glare. “fuck george lucas.”

“woah, woah! don’t go that far!” peter defends, chuckling nevertheless. he does feel kind of bad because he has seen star wars more than anyone else on this earth. it wouldn’t kill him to focus on you for a bit.

although, he’d still like to finish the movie.

peter brings your body in closer to his, pecking your forehead softly. “let’s make a deal,” he prompts you. you eagerly nod and sit up straighter. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like-“

“perfect! you and that big brain of yours, my smart boy.” puckering up, you go right in for a smooch. peter holds out a finger and presses it to your lips to stop you, beaming. “i’m not done,” he laughs out. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like, after the movie is over.”

you scoff and shove both peter’s shoulders. “why can’t you just multitask? you’d be getting the best of both worlds!” peter does not consider it. “and risk missing the most intense lightsaber duel in cinematic history? i don’t think so.”

“whatever you say… loser,” you mutter under your breath. he coaxes you away from him, keeping his arms around your waist with a scowl. “do you want your kisses or not, y/n?” this time, your mouth stays shut. “exactly,” peter concludes. “new deal, i’ll level with you and cuddle for a while.”

he hugs you to his chest, chin resting lightly on your head. you instantly settle in his warm embrace and feel safe in his strong arms. this will do.

“love you, petey,” you mumble against the skin of his neck. smiling to himself, peter peeks back up at the tv. “love you too, angel. but, shhh,” he shushes, resuming his millionth star wars viewing.

just like that, you’ve been replaced by darth vader. you need to fix this, and fast.

it doesn’t take peter too long to lose himself in the movie, which plays out in your favor for once. he just mindlessly rocks you side to side while he watches. his obliviousness, more so than usual, gives you the opportunity to reach over on the cushion next to you and grab the remote.

bingo.

you swiftly hit the power button, hiding it behind your back and eliciting a yelp from peter.

“y/n, what the hell? we had a compromise!” peter demands and lunges forward for the remote. grinning wickedly, you tuck it into your back pocket before he can. “we also had a deal, remember? movie’s over,” you elaborate. “kiss me, loser.”

peter can’t argue with that logic.

“sneaky,” he compliments, his forehead leaned against yours. his fingertips ghost over your chin. “i’m so impressed, i can’t even be mad. you win.” giggling, you place your hands on peter’s shoulders to balance yourself in his lap. “well, you’re the prize.”

“ugh, i love you so much,” peter sighs. he kisses your bottom lip gently, holding your chin between two fingers. “more than star wars?” you search for his hazel eyes. “more than star wars… all three trilogies,” he murmurs a sentence you never thought you’d hear.

your eyelashes tickle peter’s face, both of you sharing matching smiles.

“in that case…”

you close the small gap separating you two with your lips on his. peter reciprocates in a heartbeat, his own quickened as he melts into the kiss. one of your hands weaves its way to some fluffy curls at the nape of his neck. he cups your cheek tenderly, free hand on your side and a grin spreading across his face.

“i love you, too,” you whisper, your legs straddling his waist. “could tell,” peter acknowledges in a breathy laugh.

he uses the new position to his advantage and flips you so you’re laying down on the couch. him on top, you under and your legs still around him. the next kiss is initiated by peter, so soft it fills your whole body with butterflies. he continues to caress your cheek while his lips dance expertly with yours.

“you taste good,” you rasp, peter kissing up to the tip of your nose. “like what?” he wonders and punctuates his question with another kiss to the bridge. you’re sitting back and enjoying every second. “i dunno, something sweet… vanilla?”

“oh, yeah. i might’ve stolen your chapstick,” peter admits, his cheeks starting to feel hot. amused, you pinch one of them. “i was wondering where that went. i should’ve known ‘cuz you always ask me about it.” he dips down so his forehead falls on yours once again. “buy you a new one?”

your fingers thread through his locks, willing him to look at you.

“just kiss me, and we’ll call it even.”

[inkykeiji]

Hiya Clari! Prepare for a silly ask, but how would your Dabis react if they turned around and noticed reader checkin' out his ass? We did once discuss which of your Touyas had the best butt, sooo... <3

lmaooooo anon!!!! i love this question so much ahahahahaha okay okay

tw: stepcest, toxic relationships, implied daddy kink, implied dubcon with dark academia touya (DA!touya)

touya-nii gets fucking mean with his teasing, relentlessly lamenting about your behaviour until tears are streaming down your cheeks and hiccups are stammering heavy and painful in your chest, going on and on about how bad you are, about what a sick little pervert you are, and so clumsy with it, too, so conspicuous and obvious. you really should be embarrassed, you know, he’s telling you with that usual apathetic lilt, but you know him better than that now. you can see it, that malevolent glee glittering in sapphire eyes, that eager and excited tremor sewn into his words. you know he’s just teasing, know he gets off on shit like this, know he doesn’t mean a word of it, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. but oh, don’t worry, he’s reassuring as he pulls you into his lap and cradles you to his chest, voice drenched in condescension as rough hands rub comforting circles into your hitching back. niichan will give you what your so clearly desperate for, because he’s such a good big brother, always tending to his baby sister even when she’s being bad.

bmb!dabi gets a little shy with it—there’s no way you’re actually checking him out, is there? there’s no way you’d be so goddamn obvious about it, right?—a little snappy, a little snarky as he asks what the hell are you looking at? it’s only when you start, seemingly surprised by his voice, eyes staring up at him guiltily, that he realizes you truly were staring at his ass. such a notion has that irritating warmth spreading through his chest, blanketing that creature you birthed behind his ribs as it snuggles into his heart. and although he scoffs as he turns away, acts as if he’s so annoyed and disgusted by your actions, he spends the rest of his night glaring up at his ceiling, tangled threads of thoughts knotting tighter and tighter as he replays the moment over and over again, evaluating every millisecond of it in an attempt to figure out what the fuck it means.

tag!dabi, cliché as ever, asks if his princess is enjoying the view, musing smugly to himself about how he’s got himself such a dirty, deviant little girl. when you can’t hold his gaze, stinging little pinpricks of embarrassment erupting across your cheeks, his voice turns sharp, firm and commanding as he tells you to look at him, princess. look at Daddy when he’s talking to you. and you know, it’s rude not to look at someone when they’re speaking to you, especially after you’ve been caught doing something so unsavoury, maybe he should punish you for it.

twin!dabi, for a moment, is confused. does he have something on his pants? he’s asking as he looks over his shoulder. what are you looking at? what’s captured your attention so wholly that you startle, snapped out of some sort of trance the moment his voice sounds? what has you so enamoured? but it dawns on him only a moment later, when your face is practically yanked to his own, adorned with wide eyes and a warped brow, features tinged with hesitant humiliation. and then he laughs, mean and mocking, and your cute lil face crumples under the strain of embarrassment as he teases you for being such a naughty little thing and, oh god, just wait until touya hears about this!

twin!touya is sneaky, subtle, sly with it. he lets you think you’re getting away with it, catches it inconspicuously out of the corner of his eye—that longing stare, chin in your hands, watching as he flits around the kitchen, dreaminess oozing from your gaze—but pretends to be oblivious until the opportune moment, nonchalantly asking if his precious little baby likes staring at Daddy’s ass just as you’re chewing a mouthful of whatever breakfast he’s made for you that morning, revelling in those sweet little chokes and cute little coughs sounding behind him as he pours himself his third cup of black coffee. turning toward you, he smirks at you over the steaming mug. that’s right, i saw you, he says, a malicious excitement shimmering in his eyes, pupils swallowing down your delicious mortification. and i’m gonna do something about it, as soon as you finish your breakfast.

1950s dabi outright asks you, voice equal parts amused and astonished, as he catches you one night while he’s walking around the motel in nothing more than a pair of briefs after a long day of murder and spy work. when his eyes capture yours, pretty glazed irises that dart away from his invasive stare the moment they connect, he snorts to himself. were you just…looking at my ass? when you shamefully admit that you were, he wiggles it obnoxiously for you, so you can get a good, proper, healthy eyeful and satiate yourself…unless you’d rather he satisfy your evident hunger in a different way?

DA!touya instantly responds with his usual arrogant confidence, going i know right? my ass looks fucking incredible in these jeans before launching into a whole self-satisfied spiel about how he always gets pussy when he wears these jeans, and hey? wanna fuck? i mean, you were looking and all, so you must want it, right? he says as if it’s matter of fact, eyes glinting in the dim light of his minimalist flat as they rake over your body slowly, selfishly, a sharp smile stretching abnormally wide across his cheeks, teeth razored and gleaming.

[jangsxntiger]

Pairing: Namjoon x (fem) reader

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Themes

Masterlist

A/N: I watched the PTD show in theatre this morning and the Adonis that is Namjoon inspired this little drabble

‘What are you going to do now?’ Jimin asked the dressing-room.

Tae had momentarily glanced upwards from the ramen in his lap. With his mouthful, he muttered, ‘Eat.’

Namjoon sighed and shook his head ever so slightly. He might have said nothing at all and no-one would have pressed, but he caught sight of you across the dressing-room and he was simply unable to resist. He straightened his posture and smirked, ‘I’m going to fuck my girlfriend.’

Now, he was certainly aware of the eyes that flashed to him, wide with both astonishment and amusement, but he didn’t acknowledge them. They followed him as he moved by, all the way, until he reached your side. Whatever you had been occupying yourself with on your phone whilst waiting for Namjoon to ready himself was forgotten.

As he neared, he placed a hand to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, and he pulled you closer so he could place a soft kiss to your temple. If you had heard him announce his agenda to the group, you might not have leant into his touch so readily. Part of him was surprised that a comment hadn’t already been made by someone - on any other occasion, they would have taken the opportunity to do him over and tease a blush to your face. It had been week after week of intense practice and preparation and he’d either been too exhausted, or too busy, to spend any significant amount of time with you. The group was being either uncharacteristically generous to him, or were too tired to remark on the matter.

Oblivious to whatever was or might be said, you smiled at Namjoon as he withdrew. He didn’t move far, his hand moving to your lower-back as he bowed his head, ‘Shall we get going?’

When you nodded in response, he half-twisted his torso to bid the group goodbye and goodnight. As much as he adored each of them, he was almost a little relieved to finally have some time apart and, even more importantly, with you. When you asked whether he was certain he was ready to leave them, he explained how he felt, promising that they probably felt the same. They were each going to go their separate ways too - to partners, sneaky-links, or whatever else, he didn’t entirely care when he was walking to the waiting taxi with you at his side.

The next day, after prying himself from your arms with a promise to return to your apartment in a matter of hours, (with dinner), Namjoon had innocently walked into the dorm living-room whilst still in the process of pulling-on a clean t-shirt. Jin, who had been minding his own business on the sofa, turned at an unfortunate moment - he caught sight of Namjoon’s bare skin. On any other day, he wouldn’t have so much as noticed, one of them walking around shirtless was hardly new. The splotches of purpled skin that trailed below the waistband of his trousers, however, were suggestive enough to cause a sudden flush along the back of Jin’s neck. He tilted back in his seat and screamed. For a moment, he extended his arm, pointing to the evidence, before he covered his mouth in surprise. When Namjoon turned, he saw the response. Yoongi was shaking his head, his line of sight was cast to the floor, but he was definitely smiling. Tae looked impressed, (Namjoon wondered whether his dongsaeng thought he didn’t have it in him.)

Namjoon was smiling himself and as he looked to them, he shrugged, ‘I told you what I was going to do yesterday.’

[marlena-immortale]

the ethan pool of has sparked so much lust in my veins lordt the power he had over me...

I have been staring at this pic for wayyy too long. I can't get over how good he looks and how desperately I want that finger to be inside me asap.

I'm imagining you're relaxing in the pool with him on a vacation when you try to take a sneaky pic of him as a joke to post on your story and he flips off the camera. You make a comment about how good his finger looks and he says that it would look much better in you. Standing by the edge of the pool, you realize that you should definitely move quickly because of how weak your knees are when he says things like that. So you squat down, sitting on the edge with your legs dipping into the water. Ethan takes the opportunity to swim over and place his hands on your thighs, parting them and placing his body between them. He smirks up at you and softly kisses your bathing suit covered pussy before peeling your bottoms off your legs and runs his tongue along the crease of your thighs and gets so close yet not close enough. You can't wait a second longer so you grab his head, threading you fingers through his hair and messing up his bun, and push his face into you so you can feel the full length of his warm tongue lapping at your pussy and prodding into your entrance before finding its home stroking your clit. You throw your head back moaning, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure of Ethan 's tongue.

[chimielie]

the kings bow down

part two of favor the brave (o hand of fortune)

word count: 1.5k

cw: swearing.

a/n: y/n is strong 💪 and the chapter title is from kids again by artist vs poet.

He’s not so nameless anymore.

Hajime Iwaizumi, reads his nametag, and you test it in your mind. It’s a good name. You think that anything related to him is probably good. Then you mentally smack yourself.

“Did you know?” You hiss at Aika during a break midway through the class, sweat dripping down your face.

“Know what?” She says innocently, brushing delicately at the baby hairs sticking to her forehead. “I didn’t know anything, but the way you’re looking at—”

“Keep quiet,” you gasp, and she laughs, dodging your half-assed attempt to slap a hand over her mouth.

“The way you’re avoiding looking at the instructor during an instructional class tells me something,” she amends, and you can’t help laughing, albeit a little self-consciously.

“Maybe I just want to prove that I know more than everyone else!”

“Maybe.”

“Towels?” He sneaks up behind you (not really, he’s been making the rounds, and you’ve been… distracted).

“Maybe!” You gasp, whirling around to face him, and you’re sure you weren’t so breathless a moment ago. Get a grip, you tell yourself, and pinch yourself discreetly. “Yes, I mean. Thanks.”

“No problem,” he says, and you’re examining the towel like you’re trying to divine something from the patterns of the threads, so you don’t see the way his gaze roams over you almost too fast to catch, searching for something undefinable. “And for you?”

He turns to Aika, and she takes it with a smile, both sharp and innocuous, like a cat with cream on its nose. The expression doesn’t seem to phase him.

“He was looking at you,” she nudges you. You roll your eyes.

“Yeah, to hand me a towel. He looked at you, too, then.”

“Mm, no,” she hums. You chalk it up to a friend trying to hype you up, to wingwoman for you.

The class is streamlined, the instructions clear and easy to follow. You admire him all the more for his skill in leadership and ability to keep things high-energy while avoiding an overly fast pace. He knows what he’s talking about, and you can’t help that you’ve always been attracted to well-deserved confidence.

Aika waits (there are a cloud of regulars eager to catch up with him) to speak to him afterwards, but you make your way out of the athletic center quickly, thinking already of the assignments waiting for you at home. When she comes back to find you sitting at the kitchen table, glaring at your writing hand like it’s personally offended you by cramping, she takes the opportunity to sling herself into a chair and start telling you about him.

“His name is Iwaizumi Hajime,” she opens.

“I know.”

“You know?”

“It was on his nametag.”

“Oh, yeah. Anyway, he’s a Japanese exchange student, a year above us, which explains why we’ve never really seen him in class-related stuff. He played volleyball in high school but he’s been trying to round out his skills since he came to California, he’s studying to become an athletic trainer, and he asked for your name.”

You pause. Look up from your work. Squint, trying to detect if she’s lying.

“...Did he?” Your curiosity overwhelms you.

“He did,” Aika says triumphantly. “He tried to be sneaky about it, like ‘is this your first time boxing,’ and ‘you came with a friend, right,’ and ‘oh, what’s her name?’ So I was right. He was looking at you.”

“Mm,” you say, noncommittally, but when you’re ready for the next class fifteen minutes ahead of time, Aika only looks at you and laughs.

Here’s a secret: you’re not a beginner. You came to class because Aika begged you to, partially because you’re an experienced boxer and partially because she’s naturally social and going places without friends frightens her, and you hadn’t expected to keep going. You’ve been boxing since you were sixteen, when your father insisted that you take it up for self-defense, and you’d developed a habit you’d never really dropped. You enjoy the sport, or you wouldn’t do it, although you’ve never done it in a competitive setting. You’re not a beginner, going to a beginner’s class, because your best friend wants you to, the hot instructor wants you to, and it’s free, paid for by your tuition fees.

It’s a great class, you have to admit, but below your skill level. It’s also only once a week, which isn’t nearly enough for any proper growth. You start up with a routine again, settling into it with the same comfort your grandfather displays when he sits in his favorite chair back home.

You’re working out on your own, having forced yourself past last year’s fear of a new gym and obnoxious college meatheads, when Iwaizumi kills you for the second time.

“Oh, hey! L/N!” He blurts, passing in front of you, and the sight of him, clearly fresh from a workout, towel around his neck, saying your name, makes you emit a horrible kind of high-pitched noise and drop the weight you just picked up.

It lands, miraculously, on the very edge of your shoe, just barely grazing the skin of your pinky toe within your socks. Iwaizumi, understandably, assumes that your gasp-shriek is one of pain and, for the second time in your short life, drops to his knees for you, moving the weight. You take a moment to admire the way his biceps bulge. When you look down at him, his face is blanched, and you could laugh at how stricken he looks.

“I am so sorry,” he says in a rush, and somewhere in the back of your mind, nearly drowned out by the coup de tonnerre roaring in your head at this serendipitous second meeting, you notice that he’s speaking Japanese. “Shit, I am so sorry. Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you respond in kind, unsure if you’re in real life or one of the few (yet embarrassing) dreams you’ve had about him. “Are you?”

“Why would you ask that?” His brows are lowered over his eyes, a wrinkle you kind of want to smooth out with your thumb forming in his forehead. “I’m not the one who dropped their weight.” He’s scolding someone. You can’t tell if it’s you or himself.

“Breathe, you look like you’re going to be sick,” you say, and lower yourself to sit on the floor.

“I’m fine,” he brushes it off. “Are you fine?”

“Yes,” you say. “It didn’t actually land on my foot.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you say, tapping the extremity in question. “Do you want me to take off my shoe for you to prove it? Not even bruised, I promise.” He chokes.

“No, that’s not necessary.”

“You sure?” You arch an eyebrow and move to hold your shoe, as though you’re going to take it off. He averts his eyes, some of the color returning to his face in the form of a scorching blush, and you laugh. “I take good care of my feet, you know. I’ve even been told I could make money selling pictures on the internet.”

You have no idea why you keep talking about your feet. You can’t seem to stop. You wish the weight had landed on your foot, crushing your bone and forcing a hospital visit so you could leave and never come back to the gym.

“Let me take you to lunch before you show me your toes,” he says, laughter infusing his voice as well. You stare at him, wondering if he’s taken one too many protein shakes and now his brain is all muscle.

“You’re asking me out on a date after I spoke extensively about my feet?”

“It’s not a date,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. He looks almost shy. You suppress a smile. “More like an apology? For almost crushing your… you know.”

“But you didn’t,” you say.

“Please,” he says. “I would just feel better if you let me apologize in a, y’know, tangible way.”

Who are you to say no to Iwaizumi Hajime (20), UCI junior?

“Free food sounds good,” you say slowly, and, giving in to the little Aika reminding you that he asked for your name, he was looking, then aim a deliberately cheesy wink his way. “I suppose I can wait until we’ve had lunch to show you the goods.”

A wide grin splits his face (it is utterly unfair that the expression manages to make him look adorable, somehow, that it sends you crashing back to earth and making him look a little more man than god) even though he’s clearly trying to fight it. The first time you saw Iwaizumi Hajime, you thought he was unreal and untouchable. Looking at the blush burning across his cheeks as he types his number into your phone, you think with satisfaction that you like the reality much better.

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