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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCIS Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ellie Bishop/Nick Torres Characters: Ellie Bishop, Nick Torres Additional Tags: Fictober 2020, Yes it's 2023 i know, short and late but still count, Ellie being mischievous, Nick loves her regardless Series: Part 18 of Fictober 2020 Summary:
Fictober 2020 Day 18: "You didn't see it?"
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first burn
summary: your crush on peter may burn you alive
pairing: mcu!peter parker x avenger!reader
word count: 2.6k
warnings: not canon compliant (no snap, everyone is happy and healthy and no one did anything stupid), peter is of age and well within his rights to fuck!!, a little tropey for a second (brief "fake dating" and "only one bed" to move the story along), smut [unprotected sex, pull out method oral (f receiving), just some sweet love making dude], listen i'm here for a good time not a long time
a/n: two fics in a year?? who is she
main masterlist - i no longer have a taglist but you can follow @theafterglowlibrary for updates!
Peter Parker was going to be the death of you.
With each grunt that echoed through the gym in Avengers Tower, your eyes flicked to his sweaty form. The goddamned death of you.
You tried to backtrack, to see when these feelings first started as a small burning in the back of your mind that had turned into a raging wildfire every time you were in his presence. It had to have been the mission in London.
It was normal - or as normal as any Avengers mission could be.
You had just stumbled through the throes of midtown London, hand in hand with your boyfriend, looking with every bit of wonder like neither of you had ever seen the delights it had to offer.
Then, as soon as you stepped through the hotel door, Peter dropped your hand as if it had burned him the whole time.
Maybe it started then, with that glimmer of disappointment. Peter wasn’t your boyfriend and he would never take the time to take you around tourist London like he had just done.
And then that pit in your stomach grew as the door to your room opened: only one bed. Jesus Christ, Tony.
“I know,” came the response from beside you; you must have spoken out loud. “It’ll be fine.”
Those were the last words he spoke for a long while, as you both got ready for bed, then slid in beside each other. The tension was palpable, and you didn’t know if it was your slowly mounting feelings or the clench of his discomfort, but regardless you slept fitfully for hours until you finally stumbled into a deep sleep.
You woke up to a strong pair of arms wrapped around your middle - somehow pressed there in the dark of the night - and the world spun around you as you shot up.
Peter was alert in seconds, standing by the bed assessing for a threat, when his eyes met yours - utterly confused and you had no real answer for him.
“Bad dream,” you mumbled as you headed to the bathroom, the door clicking with a sort of finality behind you.
And it was fine, really it was. You definitely didn’t think about the way press of his body against yours and how sexy his bed head had looked. Nope. Not at all.
And you definitely didn’t imagine what he would have looked like if you were the one who made him sweaty and flushed like he was right now.
Snapping out of your borderline impure thoughts, you stood from your spot on the ground where you had been warming up and - before your mouth said something you could regret - you walked out of the gym.
With your back turned, you missed the way Peter’s eyes followed you the whole way.
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Saturday nights were girl’s nights, as Wanda so boldly claimed. And girl’s night came with a lot of complaining.
Throwing the shot back, you groaned, not even wanting to voice your thoughts aloud.
“I shouldn’t even think about it,” you said. “He’s practically a kid.”
“Not to impede on your self-loathing, but he’s not a kid anymore babe,” was Natasha’s response. She nodded across the bar where Peter was sipping his beer, laughing at something Sam had said. Right, he was 22 and totally within your age range, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still see him as the 16 year old kid who had fought by Tony’s side. “Plus you’re not that much older than him. We used to call you a kid too, you know.”
Dragging your hand down your face, you stood from the table to order another drink, ignoring Nat and Wanda’s laughter at your misery.
As you leaned against the bar waiting, Peter dropped down into the stool beside you.
“Alright, what did I do to you?” His words were casual, joking, but you could hear the hurt laced within. That was never your intention, and your heart sank.
You and Peter had been friends for a long time, since Tony had first brought him in after the air had cleared with him and Cap. You bonded over being the youngest Avengers and what that meant for your lives. The two of you understood each other on another level that no one else truly did. And here you were, ruining everything over a little crush.
“Nothing, Pete.” You ruffled your hand through his hair and his face lit up in a blush that he tried to hide behind his beer bottle. “How have you been?”
“Not too bad, I guess,” he replied, then looked down at you - when had he gotten so tall - with an unreadable emotion on his face. “I miss you.”
Right. And you were back where you started. Admittedly, you had avoided him for the most part since that London mission, only saying hi in passing and at the occasional movie night or debrief. You weren’t exactly proud of it, but you didn’t know what else to do.
“I miss you too,” you whispered, shame coating your words. You never meant to hurt him - honestly, you didn’t. “Listen, kid, I just-“
“Don’t call me kid.” And the anger in his words surprised you. “I’m not that kid you met six years ago - when you were barely any older, might I remind you - and you know that. I know you know that. So don’t use that as an excuse to stop whatever is going on here.” His hands gestured between the two of you.
Strong, capable hands that you had seen hurt and save, had seen run through his hair, had seen play video games. Hands that you had imagined for weeks now. Hands that you couldn’t help but grab out of mid air, clasping one in your own.
“And what’s going on here, Peter?”
He leaned in close, breath hot on your ear.
“I see the way you look at me.” Your breath hitched, then stopped altogether. “But I don’t think you see me looking right back.”
Body all of a sudden hot and raging with emotion, you squeezed his hand and took a deep breath.
“Take me home.”
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Your apartment was closer, so you walked the handful of blocks from the bar in tangible silence. Every brush of fingers was an electric jolt through your body and every bump of shoulders sent heat through your core. By the time you reached your front door, the tension was pulled so tight it was bound to snap at any moment.
And snap it did.
As soon as you had the apartment door closed behind you, Peter was on you, his hands everywhere all at once. He crowded you, pulling you close to him when you winced at the door knob digging into your side. One hand came to rest on your hip, rubbing soothing circles there, while the other cradled your face, eyes searching for permission.
You didn’t know what you were giving him permission for, but you nodded anyway.
The world around you stopped as Peter placed a searing kiss to your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs. The hand on your face moved to gently tug your hair and he took your gasp as an invitation to explore your mouth. God the boy knew how to kiss.
His tongue pressed into you, tasting every inch while your hands roamed his body. When he pulled away - not for air, not to leave you, but to place hot kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of burning fire in their wake - you tugged on his t-shirt in a silent plea for him to take it off.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him without a shirt before. Between missions and training and plain old gym sessions, you were thankfully no stranger to a shirtless Peter Parker. But in the dim light of your living room, with those brown eyes boring into your own, everything was suddenly different.
You just stared - for far longer than necessary, you were sure - until he took a step back towards you, his fingers intertwining with your own. Nodding at him, you started to lead him towards your bedroom, not making it more than two steps until his hands were once again exploring your body.
When you finally made it - a trail of both of your clothes left in your wake - your breaths were heavy and panting, aching for more of him.
He stood there for a moment just looking at you, taking in the red lace of your bra and underwear. Unable to contain himself, he ripped it off of you in two quick pulls, leaving you bare before him.
You expected him to jump on you the second you were naked. Instead he pressed his front against your own - you gasped at the contact of your nipples against his bare chest - and lightly traced shapes over your exposed back, moving down to trail along your legs, then back up your arms. Everywhere he touched burned the memory into your skin.
Finally, finally, he gently pushed you against your bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft bounce, and he peeled off his jeans and underwear before manhandling you towards the center, moving your body as if you weighed nothing.
You truly didn’t need any foreplay, the tension on your own end built up these last few weeks on top of Peter’s heated discovery of your body made for an easy transition, but he wasn’t about to let that happen.
No, Peter Parker was a fucking tease.
He started by kneading the soft skin of your breasts, touch light and gentle as if you were something precious. Even when he leaned down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, he still only gave you quick nips, nothing as satisfying as you needed. He made his way down your body, placing lover’s kisses everywhere he could reach, before finally settling down on his stomach between your legs.
You thought that this was surely the moment you would get some reprieve, some kind of real touch that may or may not send you over the edge, but no. He wasn’t done with you yet.
He kissed the inside of each thigh, alternating until he was breathing right where you needed him most. When you thought you were about to explode, he finally lowered his mouth to your core.
The feeling after so long of teasing was euphoric, and you swear if you were a weaker woman you could have come from the first swipe of his tongue against your clit. You held out as his tongue made its way in circles and figure eights, then he pressed a finger against your entrance, eyes looking up through dark lashes to silently ask permission.
Once you had given it, he sank a finger into you, pumping it a few times before adding another. With that, both his hand and mouth picked up speed until you were grinding on his face, chasing your orgasm.
You were on the edge, ready to jump off, when he pulled back. You whined at the loss of contact and tried to sit up, but one large hand pushed you back against the bed, the other starting its assault all over again.
This time, he didn’t stop until you were coming all over his face, and you think you blacked out for a second because the next thing you knew he was over top of you, not even bothering to wipe his mouth before kissing you, driving his tongue in and swallowing down your moans.
He ground his hips against you, his cock sliding easily through your folds, and you both whined as his tip caught at your entrance. He continued his movements, getting closer and closer to fucking you with every pass, but never quite committing.
Sick of his teasing, you pushed hard on his shoulders and, in his surprise, were able to flip him so he was on his back.
“Stop teasing, Peter,” you whispered in his ear as you straddled his waist. “I need you.”
You pulled back, eyes searching his, before he nodded and wrapped his hands around your hips. Taking that as permission, you grabbed his cock, lining it up and slowly sliding down.
He was big, much bigger than you had anticipated, and you had to take your time before he was fully seated inside you. Once your hips were flush together, you took a breath, practically feeling him in your throat.
He looked up at you - almost adoringly - as you adjusted to him. You leaned down, pressing your chest against his, and kissed him gently, pouring every ounce of emotion you possibly could into it before starting to move your hips. Now more adjusted, the burn of the stretch turned into a pleasure that had you melting against him and hands guided your hips to move you along his length.
For long minutes you let him move you as he wanted, content to hang on for the ride. You didn’t expect for Peter to flip you over and start pounding into you.
“Fuck,” you gasped out as he settled your legs over your shoulders. “So fucking deep.”
All you could do is hold onto him as he fucked you, alternating between hard thrusts and slow grinds until you were dizzy with pleasure, chasing an orgasm that wasn’t going to come unless Peter damn well wanted it to.
And when he did, when he reached down and rubbed harsh circles into your clit, you exploded around him. The clench of your heat around his cock spurred his own orgasm, and he pulled out at the last second, his come coating your stomach and tits.
That on is own was hot enough, but Peter fucking Parker did not come to play. He swiped two fingers through his own release before pressing them to your mouth. You opened up for him, cleaning off his fingers as he groaned, and you could see his cock give an interested twitch, like it was already trying to go for round two.
The weight of his body disappeared from yours and you whined, reaching out for him even with your eyes closed. He quickly returned with a warm rag and cleaned you up before maneuvering you both under the covers.
Regaining a semblance of strength, you turned so that you were facing him, suddenly very aware of each of your nakedness.
“What now?” Your voice was hoarse-sounding, it’s only use in the last bit from moans and gasps.
“Well,” he started, once again tracing shapes along your bare skin, “I think we maybe skipped a step in the middle of all this.”
“What do you mean?” If he was going to say what you thought he might, your heart would implode.
“I mean, I’ve liked you for a really long time, longer than I’m going to admit, and I took this chance because I didn’t know if I would ever get it again. But if I’m right - and I think I am - then you feel the same way I do. So, I want to take you on a proper date. I want to make this work.”
His confession made your heart stutter-step and you couldn’t even find the words to tell him yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Instead, you pulled him in for a soft kiss, hoping every emotion he had just poured out to you was matched in the press of your lips against his.
“I’m taking that as a yes, then.”
“Yeah, Pete, it is.”
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#mcu peter parker#mcu peter x reader#mcu peter parker x reader#peter parker fic#peter parker smut#mcu peter parker fic#mcu peter parker smut#mcu#marvel#marvel fic#mcu fic#tiff writes#first burn
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give me more than just butterflies. jean x reader
summary: you and Jean have been dating for a few months now and you’re thinking about how good a dad he would be someday. maybe, just maybe… title is from "juno" by sabrina carpenter.
tags: jean x fem!reader, mentions of pregnancy, lots of fluff, oral (m and f receiving), pet names (babe and baby), slight breeding/pregnancy kink, jean and reader are in their late 20s here
minors and ageless DNI! 18+ only, please.
Dating Jean Kirstein made you feel like you'd won the lottery.
Obviously, he was an absolute dreamboat looks-wise. You loved his tall, muscular build, soft ash-brown hair and light brown eyes, not to mention a smile that could rival the sun in wattage. In another life, he could make a killing as an Abercrombie model.
However, it's his personality that really made you fall for him. He's impossibly sweet and kind yet has a strong sarcastic streak you love. He adores you, of course, but also loves his friends (even though Sasha and Connie in particular drive him nuts sometimes) and would do anything for his mama. Of course Jean wasn't perfect; he had his flaws, but when it comes to boyfriends, you couldn't see how you could do any better.
You and Jean had been dating for almost a year now. You'd met him through Hinge; dating apps had always seemed a bit scary to you, but one of your best friends convinced you to put yourself out there. You were charmed by his witty answers to his profile prompts and very attracted to his pictures. It turned out that he was utterly charming even through text, and after one date at a local Italian restaurant Jean adored, you were absolutely smitten (and the feeling was mutual). The two of you have been dating for nine months now, in absolute bliss.
Life was good right now, but your mind couldn't help drifting to thoughts of the future, especially after you and Jean went to see his best friend Marco's new baby boy. Callum was an absolute cutie, with his dad's dark brown hair and nose but his mom's bright blue eyes.
"Hey babe, could you get a pic of me with Cal?" Jean asked. He had Callum perfectly cradled in his arms and you just about melted at the sight. Jean looked so at peace holding the baby, like this was second nature to him. You quickly took your phone out of your pocket and took a candid snap of your boyfriend lovingly gazing at the baby, then another one where he looked directly at the camera, smiling softly.
Jean passed Callum back to Marco's wife Adelaide, then peeked over your shoulder to see the photos you took. "These are perfect," he said, beaming. "Thanks, baby."
Marco and Adelaide hurried over to see the photos and "aww"ed over them, making Jean's cheeks flush with pink. "It's amazing how much the guy who used to shotgun whipped cream in high school looks like a dad here," Marco joked.
You snickered, but after the laughter subsided, you couldn't help but agree with Marco. Jean looked so comfortable with Callum; if anyone didn't know any better, they'd think Jean was posing with his own son.
The image of Jean holding Marco's son stayed in your mind for days after that visit. You'd been on the fence about having kids, not sure if you wanted to go through the whole ordeal of pregnancy or if you'd even make a halfway-decent mother. But seeing Jean cradling a baby had stirred a desire in you. Maybe having a kid wouldn't be so bad...especially if it was with Jean.
You were nowhere near ready to have a kid right now, but the idea of having a baby with Jean somewhere down the line was sounding more and more appealing. Jean was pretty much the hottest person alive, and it would be cool if some baby was lucky enough to get some of his genes. The only issue was actually telling your desired baby daddy. What if he got scared off by you already dreaming of having kids with him? You hadn't even been together for a year yet. You decided to squash that dream of yours for the moment, not wanting to freak him out.
You were in bliss. Jean had come over to watch Howl's Moving Castle ("It's a crime that you haven't seen it!" you insisted), but as soon as the credits started rolling, he'd pulled you onto his lap and pressed soft, slow kisses to your neck. You sighed, happily, grinding yourself against Jean and making him gasp.
"Babe, watch it," he spoke in a strained voice. "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna go crazy, and I don't think I have a condom with me."
You were so horny you couldn't think straight. "I don't care, you can finish inside me," you blurted out.
Jean flushed bright red, saying your name with a gasp. "Um, while I would love to do that, I'm not tryin' to get you pregnant right now. I know you're on the pill, but better safe than sorry, you know?"
Jean's words tugged at your heartstrings. What a man! He could be so anxious when it came to sex at times, but you knew it was because he deeply cared for you and wanted to make sure you were happy and safe. And he was right; this would not be the right time to have a baby.
Your hidden thought popped back into your head. Fuck it, why not just tell him? He'd given you the perfect opening. "I appreciate that, Jean. But one day I do want to have kids with you. I don't know when, but I've been thinking about this for a while, and I want you to make me a mom."
When Jean stayed silent for a few moments, you got nervous. Then his eyes started to well up with tears. "Babe, are - are you sure this is what you want? I mean, I'm so down for this, but I know when we first started dating, you were on the fence about children."
You were so relieved that your irrational fears about Jean's reaction hadn't played out. "Yes, I'm sure. I've been sure ever since that day two weeks ago when we met Marco's baby and I took those pictures of you holding him," you answered, your voice shaking with emotion. "I know we haven't even been together a year yet and maybe this is too soon to be talking about this but - I want it. A house and a family, with you."
Jean wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and peppered your face with kisses. "Babe, I love you so much. I wouldn't want to start a family with anyone else."
"Well I should certainly hope not," you joked, needing to lighten up the moment a little bit. Jean laughed before burying his face into the side of your neck and nuzzling you.
It was a tender moment, interrupted by a particular something poking you in the side. "Jean. Did you really get hard because I told you I want to have your babies one day?" You couldn't help but giggle.
Jean lifted his head from your neck, looking sheepish. "I'm sorry babe. I just pictured you being pregnant and...I guess I got excited."
You lightly punched your boyfriend in the arm, pretending to be scandalized. "Jean Kirstein, you are a pervert!" You couldn't lie that it was a little bit hot that he would still find your pregnant body desirable, to be honest.
Jean smirked at you. "Can't help it. You're gonna be the hottest mom in the neighborhood, baby."
Zing. Jean's words went straight to your core. You lifted yourself off of his lap and sank down to your knees on the floor, looking for permission before you unbuttoned your boyfriend's pants.
"Babe, what are you doing?" he questioned with a chuckle, though there was a dark glint in his eye.
"Well, I was thinking, if we can't have sex right now, we can still do...other stuff. And I figured I’d help take care of your little problem.” You flashed him a coy smile.
Jean groaned before unbuttoning his pants and letting you take his length into your mouth. He moaned your name, looking like he was trying not to bust a nut right then and there.
"What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?" Jean asked, his eyes shut with pleasure as you sucked him off and fondled his balls. You giggled before pulling your mouth off of him and kissed the tip of his dick, causing Jean to let out a guttural growl.
Before you could return to your blowjob, Jean had joined you on the floor, capturing your lips in a deep kiss before smooching his way down your body.
It was your turn to ask, "Babe, what are you doing?" Even though you knew damn well what was about to happen, and your body tingled with an excited energy.
"It's only fair that I return the favor, babe," Jean said, casually pulling your underwear to the side before diving in like a starving man.
Yep, you'd definitely won the lottery with Jean Kirstein. And you had a feeling that things would get even better once the two of you were actually ready to try for a baby.
#aot x reader#aot smut#jean x reader#jean kirstein x reader#jean kirstein#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirstein x you#jean kirschtein x you#aot x you#jean kirstein smut#tiff writes
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I still really like Frog Wild. I think it's a neat episode.
But what if Meta Knight
#THIS TOOK 42 LAYERS#i am going to lose my mind if i have to draw galaxia again today#also !!!! another fanfic idea i will NOT be writing#fake comic page#fake comic#im never doing this again#just kidding i probably will#and my sanity will suffer for it#meta knight#king dedede#kirby#tiff kirby#fumu kirby#fumu#escargon#escargoon#galaxia#galaxia sword#me not knowing how backgrounds work and desperately pretending i do#turtle's art hoard#FRICK I JUST NOTICED A MISTAKE#sggsfshds im not changing it again#also tumblr made it blurry please click on it
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You’re so dumb and poetic
It’s just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic
Dumb & Poetic – Sabrina Carpenter
short n’ sweet moodboard series masterlist
tagging: @pyotrkochetkov @senditcolton @mendeshoney @cowboybarzy @fallinallincurls @comphy-and-cozy @jostystyles @jost-tyson
#just picture mat writing you a dumb love song on his acoustic guitar 🤕🤒🤧#mat barzal#new york islanders#mat barzal moodboard#nhl moodboards#hockey moodboard#tiff makes moodboards#short n sweet moodboard series
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*blocks number*
#geto is hundo p the most savage ex like the one where they know theyre better than u so they fr can pretend u didnt exist#like not even a blimp on the radar that is their life and theyll be nice ab it too like yall had just had a silly little tiff as friends#and not discarded emotional bonds undefinable by time or sense. uneffected by reality.#one of those mfs.#i completely forgot what i was writing im gonna be honest i got distracted by a song on spotify its the wees okay sorry#anime#anime memes#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk memes#stsg#sgst#satosugu#sugusato#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#geto suguru#suguru geto
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sapphic wilmon fics as sapphic songs🩷🧡🤍
this is a (play)list of some of my favourite genderbent au wilmon fics as sapphic songs to celebrate the wilmon tag on ao3 hitting 5k works!
I won't treat you like you're oh so typical by saynomore @saynomorefic [T, 9k, 1/2]
non-royal AU. rare butch wille/femme simon! delicious sexuality realisation friends to lovers
I'd be home with you by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 6k, 1/1]
princess wille x she/they simon in universe fluffy established relationship valentine's date.
Comes on the common tongue of your loving me by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 1k, 1/1]
princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. simon being a teasing lil shit
Santa Claus won't make me happy (but you will) by MarvellKya17 @i-love-semicolons [E, 3k, 1/1]
princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. christmas themed, semi-public sex with toys
The altar is my hips by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 1k, 1/1]
princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. new year's eve themed and excellent lesbian sacrilege as usual
Bubblegum by stealthy_chameleon @stealthy-chameleon [E, 2k, 1/1]
princess wille x she/they simon cute mutual pining to smut speed run
the taste of lace and you by willesworld @willesworld [E, 3k, 1/1]
princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. wille in lingerie.
Look at me when you're alone by Gwendolyn @shouldntbearevolution [E, 3k, 1/1]
dom she/they simon giving wille a lap dance... yeah
Something Bittersweet by embracedthevoid @embracedthevoid [E, 9k, 2/2]
a series of 2 fics. non-royal AU. enemies to lovers. hate sex. still pretending to be enemies hehe. public sex.
good friends by phnelt @phneltwrites [E,4k, 1/1]
established wilmon and (straight friend) felice threesome. trust me sksk.
#even if my music taste isn’t up your alley please trust my fic tastes#mother (of lesbian wilmon) knows best trust me😌#sksks look the fact that most of them are rated r is definitely coincidental#i also didn’t realise you’re only allowed 10 songs so maybe there’ll be a second round when i have 10 other fics!#sksks i started this before i saw the challenges and… yeah my reading does not have the breadth to complete the challenge sorry😭#my tastes are very singular aksksk i read exactly what i’d write#and that is. lesbian sex sksks#please enjoy this lil gift anyway x#it’s time for dinner lesbian wilmon nation sksk#young royals fanfic#young royals fanfiction#young royals#tiff fic recs#princess wille au#wilmonhits5k
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╰┈➤ the boys at school. [completed] ⋙ You start to get back out into the dating world and find yourself overwhelmed with options. Not only does Porco Galliard, the star player of the school's hockey team want to get in your pants, but Jean Kirstein, the Captain of the rival team seems to be in love with you, AND Zeke Jaeger, your ex-boyfriend wants to get back together! How will figure out who really cares for you and who's taking advantage of you without self-sabotaging?
ft. jean/reader, porco/reader, zeke/reader cw. explicit content - minors do not interact, fem!reader, smut, alternate universe - college/university, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, phone sex, dubious consent, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, multiple sex positions, cum swallowing, blow jobs, cumplay, creampie, mention of canonical character death, manipulative/borderline abusive relationship, cheating, porn with plot, mild hurt/comfort, dirty talk, power imbalance, no use of y/n, second person POV an. all of these links will take you to their AO3 page. there are content warnings at the beginning of every chapter. zeke is a manipulative/borderline abuse mf-er in this fic so please be wary of that before reading
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay over?” he asks. The two of you sit next to each other on the cold metal of the bench, but he grabs your legs and swings them up onto his lap.
You allow yourself to cuddle a little closer to him, pressing your face into his chest. You can definitely tell you’re drunk by the way you’re falling into his arms, desperate for him to hold you after all of those teasing touches at the pub. “No, I have to get home,” you say, although it pains you.
He starts to rub small circles on your back with one hand while he rubs up and down the length of your leg with the other. “It’s cold out here,” he says. You look up at him with a hazy head, meeting his still bright and intense golden eyes with your own.
01. Meeting the Warriors
Your roommate is childhood friends with a few of the players on the school's hockey team, so she invites you to go to a party with her after the game.
02. Waiting for the Bus
You go for drinks at the school pub after studying in the library with some friends and Porco walks you to the bus stop.
03. Your Ex-Boyfriend
You run into your ex-boyfriend after class and he takes you out on a date. Your roommate isn't pleased with your budding relationship with Porco.
04. Meeting the Scouts
After another hockey game, you go to the after-party and meet a few players on the rival team and Porco gets jealous.
05. Alone with Porco (e)
Porco helps relieve some of the sexual tension.
06. Helping Zeke (e)
Zeke asks for your opinion on his new lesson plan and you succumb to old habits.
07. First Date
Jean takes you out for coffee.
08. Facetiming Porco (e)
Porco calls you late at night.
09. Zeke's Office (e)
Zeke finds out you've been hooking up with other guys and decides to punish you.
10. Cooking with Jean (e)
Jean comes over to make lunch but the two of you get... distracted.
11. Halloween with Porco (e)
Porco convinces you to come home with him before you make things official with Jean
12. Marcel
Annie opens up about some trauma.
13. Warriors vs. Scouts
Jean and Porco face each other on the ice and your secret comes out.
14. Friends without Benefits
Annie confronts Zeke and Porco opens up about some trauma.
15. Movie Night
Jean visits you at school and Porco comes over to watch movies.
16. Porco Galliard (e)
You reflect on your relationships with the boys from school and Porco has some feelings.
#attack on titan fanfiction#attack on titan smut#aot smut#snk smut#porco galliard smut#porco galliard x reader#porco galliard x y/n#porco x y/n#porco x reader#porco smut#zeke jaeger smut#zeke jaeger x reader#zeke jaeger x y/n#zeke x y/n#zeke x reader#zeke smut#jean kirstein smut#jean kirstein x reader#jean kirstein x y/n#jean x y/n#jean x reader#jean smut#writes-tiff#porco.fic#zeke.fic#jean.fic
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Fic idea where Richie fully tries to reconnect with life
First chapter is Richie being invited to go dress shopping with Frank and Tiff as she's their flower girl. He gets along with them and thinks he could be friends
Second chapter is him reaching out to his parents, who he cut off contact with since he left home. He tells them what they missed, how they were partially right by their suspicion of the Berzattos because Richie feels like he keeps getting drawn in only to be pushed out when things get tough, he feels like their caretaker and the one putting them back together. It's rocky but it's a start. His dad apologises for the hard, neglectful way he treated him, and that he missed having him in his life a lot more than he cared about the rules he put in place. He shows them the Bear and his mother apologises then.
Third chapter is Richie applying for jobs. He's realised how this is another sinking ship and he can't go down with another Berzatto. I think it would be interesting if Carmy started to improve, he talks with Sydney and she ends up staying but Richie ends up leaving. He's spent most of his career in the same place and he's grown more than that. I think it would be a nice end to his character arc to have him leave the Bear, and in some ways the Berzatto family or at least him putting boundaries in place, while Sydney gets accepted in and let's herself be accepted.
This could also have him having some interviews that don't go well. Him being rejected, perhaps mirror Tina's episode with him putting so much time in at the Beef that's now the Bear but not being good enough for the same role elsewhere as he's not educated and doesn't have enough experience.
Fifth chapter is him getting a job. I can see him working somewhere not Michelin star as he doesn't care for them, but somewhere that cares about the food and the people. I can also see him working in a hotel, or, controversially (?) leaving the hospitality industry as a whole and taking his passion for people and working somewhere else.
Can anyone else see Richie as a good nurse or is it just me? Him seeing the same faces, having a rapour with them, making them smile and helping them, I can see him flirting with elderly ladies to make them smile (yes I'm thinking of him being a palliative care/geriatric nurse
He hands in his notice at the Bear and when asked why he goes into how it's heartless. He's trying so hard to improve himself but how can he when there's so much tension and he's not respected, he's earning the same wage as he did at the Beef but is working so much harder and longer and is still relying on tips even though people pay $175 a head. He also tells them, trying to be respectful, how they've all collectively failed at making the Beef better by wrapping their dysfunctions in a different jacket, so to speak. Syd wanted things to be better, for people not to feel and act shitty but now it's even worse because there's no fun. They've got more debt and everyone's unhappy and he can't put another Berzatto back together, he can't go down with another sinking ship and he respects himself more than that.
Sixth chapter could be a time skip. Think 2 years later, Richie’s finished his associates degree in nursing and is starting as a nurse for a carer company. He goes out to celebrate, someone books the Bear, he's heard that things are better, not Michelin star but not shitty quality like the Beef, somewhere in the middle.
It's strange for everyone else, seeing Richie as the customer. He kept in touch, but life's busy, he became more like a true cousin, one you see more at family functions than day in day out. He’s on good terms with his parents, good friends with Tiff and Frank, Eva’s growing up, turning 8 now. They stay close to closing, he leaves a big tip but waves through the window before going.
#i watched a video about gentrification and the bear and it awoke an anger in me i didn't know i had about this show#i hope that s4 ends with them making it less fine dining and more down to earth#there's no joy in the kitchen anymore#no jokes#just shouting#and they've shown a tie between trauma and these michelin star fine dining restaurants#so it would be nice if they showed carmy finally learning and making good decent food rather than striving to be the best all the time#the bear#richie jerimovich#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#sydney adamu#tiffany jerimovich#tiff jerimovich#eva jerimovich#richie's parents#tina marrero#frank the bear#bear writes
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hello!! 🥰 could i please get #359??
i literally do not care who it's with, i trust you to give us a tasty meal 😫 go nuts bb
hiiiii tiff <3 so i'm gonna modify this one a bit to be more in line with my personal writing style but like....why is this screaming gojo to me...and to think i'm so afraid of writing him but i think it's unavoidable here ...
359. "So desperate for it, aren't you? If you want it so bad, you'd better take it then."
nsfw under the cut per usual
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Gojo Satoru is the Strongest.
This is a sometimes annoying, sometimes relieving, always indisputable fact, one which he never tires of reminding you. Usually when he says it, it's in reference to curses or cursed energy. On occasion, he's referencing a drunken arm-wrestling competition or a punching-bag-machine you stumbled across in a bar that he couldn't resist winning just for the hell of it, he's an asshole like that.
When you're the girlfriend of the Strongest, it's easy to feel lesser than. Sharing a bed and a goodnight kiss every night with the closest human equivalent to a god can be taxing on the insecure little part of your brain.
Satoru does what he can to alleviate the toll his teasing and status take on you, from showering you with compliments to being as much of a sweetheart as he is a menace (and that's saying something). But when you're behind the closed doors of your bedroom, spread out before him and panting, Satoru loves to remind just how unequal the playing ground you're both on is.
"So messy," Satoru hums, dragging two long fingers through the slick folds between your legs. He loves having you like this, bare before him with your legs spread while he stays fully clothed, chastising you.
"Satoru," you beg, canting your hips up towards him, seeking the touch that he's suddenly become so stingy with.
"Watch it," Satoru snaps, eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses, "thought you were going to be good, what happened to that?"
"I-I'm tryin'," you whimper, curling in on yourself in the face of his disdain. Satoru loves when you misbehave, you know that realistically, but here, in the heat of the moment, the threat of his ever-creative punishments has you squirming.
"Could have fooled me," Satoru says with a disappointed tut, pulling you to your feet and sitting on the edge of the bed. You stand between his legs, watching him curiously, until he pats his thigh, a criminally smooth smile gracing his face.
"Sit?" You go to sit across his legs, but Satoru all but shoves you back to your feet, frowning.
"Sit," Satoru says with a note of implication, gesturing to his muscled thigh again. You catch his meaning, frowning.
"But your pants-"
"But nothing. If you want it so bad, you'd better take it while you have the chance. You know how moody I can be," Satoru lowers his glasses to smirk at you, menacing and cruel.
You straddle his thigh without another thought, the threat behind his words ringing in your ear. The friction from the rough fabric of his slacks is an instant relief against your pulsing core; you shudder as soon as your hot, sticky cunt makes contact with the cool cloth. You tentatively roll your hips once, twice, a broken moan falling out of you.
"There you go," Satoru says, saccharinely sweet, "that better?"
"A- a little," you admit, eyes rolling back in your head as you begin to grind down onto him harder, already having been teased to the point of breaking.
It's shameful, really, how wantonly you moan for him, how quickly you manage to stain his pants, how harshly your fingernails are digging into his shoulders. Satoru watches you, the faintest hint of amusement on his face, and if you were just a tad less fucked out, you would consider smacking him.
But not now, no. Not when you're so close to the release you've been aching for for the last hour, not when your thighs are beginning to shake with the effort of getting yourself off, not when Satoru lands a harsh hand on your hip, dragging you against him harder.
"Sa-Satoru!" you gasp, choking on the syllables of his name, "please, please-"
"So desperate for it, aren't you?" Satoru chuckles, pinching your cheek. "I've barely even touched you pet, how are you this needy already?"
"P-please, I just- so close," you whine, recognizing all too well the chiding tone, the easy cockiness that suits him so well. He's already made himself busy edging you all night, surely he won't-
"Aw," Satoru pouts at your cry of frustration, "something wrong?"
You fruitlessly roll your hips against the cold, unyielding barrier of Satoru's infinity, unreal and unsatisfying beneath your needy cunt. You glare at him through hooded eyes, chest still heaving.
"You're so-"
"Mean? Is that really what you want to call me right now?" The amused sparkle behind Satoru's glasses glimmers out into a look of cold cruelty.
"No, I-"
"Think I'm not going to make you cum?" Satoru tosses you off onto your back, hovering over you with something dangerous and dark playing on his face. "What, are you going to tell me I can't play with my little pet anymore? Can't take it?"
"No," you feel your bottom lip tremble.
"Am I too much for you? If you can't take my games, baby, I don't know how you're going to take everything else I want to give you."
"No, I can- I can take it," you grab at his shirt desperately, eyes shining, "I need it- please, Satoru."
"Sh sh sh," Satoru shushes you, pinching at your cheek, "pathetic little thing, aren't you? So needy for me."
"Mhm," you hum, canting your hips up towards the thigh he slots between your legs, "I just need you, please, Satoru-"
"That's right," Satoru smiles down at you, a tender thumb rubbing over your lips, "just me, right? I'm the only one that can get you this fucked out."
"Just you," you whimper pitifully, trying to roll your hips up into him to no avail.
"That's what I like to hear," Satoru hisses, the first break in his composure all night, "all for me."
#sorry it took me forever to finish this tiff#you fell victim to my writing drought sadly#BUT HERE SHE IS#i hope it's not too rough#again gojo terrifies me but it just fit him SO WELL i had to#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#rage.rambles#ask games
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starving artist episode was a banger i need 20 more
kirbytober day 20: castle/fav episode
#is this late? yes but its my birthday so i get a pass#dear ibis filters i love you#they saved this piece btw#i promise next one will be cooler#this episode was so crazy actually. you could tell this was a vent for the animation team#and accurately depicts how hard it is to animate#“oh this animation was bad i could do better” THEN DO IT. FIND A DECENT SOFTWARE AND WRITE A STORYBOARD AND DRAW THE SAME THING OVER AND OVE#WHILE KEEPING THE SIZE CONSISTENT AND LINES SMOOTH AND LIPSYNC IN CHECK AND 5MILLION OTHER THINGS. DO IT.#all animation is the work of god and you will appreciate all of it.#kirby series#kirby#tiff kirby#fumu kirby#krbay#veves ultra cool art#kirbytober#kirbytober2023
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Purple Hearts (2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke Morrow/Cassie Salazar Characters: Luke Morrow, Cassie Salazar, Peaches Additional Tags: Future Fic, Caretaking, Soft Luke Morrow, Soft Cassie Salazar, It's a little OOC but i don't care, The start of my project to finish up my WIPs Summary:
Cassie skipped lunch for the sake of finishing her new song but oops she did it again and her body was not liking her. *insert worried husband Luke to the rescue*
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uncontrollable
summary: the rising tension with bucky comes to a head
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: literally all smut no plot (minors dni) [oral (f receiving), unprotected sex]
a/n: um hey
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Grunts filled the air, even through the music of your headphones, and you turned the volume up louder. Two minutes left in your plank, then you would reward yourself with a peek. Your arms shook as the time counted down, and you finally collapsed on your stomach, panting at the exertion.
Forcing yourself up on your knees, you granted yourself the pleasure of looking towards the other side of the gym. At the only other person there.
The sight you were greeted with was glorious: your neighbor, Bucky, working out, sweat staining his grey t-shirt and the rippling muscles of his back. He must have sensed your stare, because his eyes met yours in the floor to ceiling mirror, a small smirk playing on his lips. You quickly averted your eyes, picking yourself up and making your way to the small counter on the other side of the room.
You made a point to turn your back towards him, grabbing a water from the mini fridge and indulging in the cool feel of it sliding down your throat.
The two of you had been playing at this game for weeks now. Your schedules seemed to line up to where you were the only people in the apartment’s private gym at the late hour; you circled each other, sweaty and ridiculous, and the tension had been slowly mounting.
You were dragged from your thoughts as a pair of hands gripped your waist, and instinctively you brought your elbow back into Bucky’s abdomen.
Ripping your headphones from your ears, you spun around to see him half bent over, laughing between wheezes.
“What the fuck, Barnes,” you hissed. “Don’t just sneak up on me like that.”
“If you didn’t have your music turned up so damn loud, you would have heard me calling your name. And walking over here. And then snapping my fingers to try to get your attention.” He finally stood upright, still rubbing his stomach from your hit. “This was just a last resort.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the counter.
“Well? Did you need something?”
“I was just going to tell you that your planks looked good today. Who knew it was such an offense to compliment a lady.”
“I pay an exorbitant amount of money here to not get solicited at the gym, Barnes.”
He threw his head back laughing, and your eyes followed the line of sweat that trailed down his throat. You snapped back to reality when he held up his hands in surrender. “Fair enough.”
It was then you realized how close he was, practically enough to have you pressed against the counter, and your breath hitched.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” The faux concern in his voice had your gut turning. “You seem a little flushed.”
“I just finished a workout, asshole,” you retorted, even though you both knew the heat rising to your cheeks was from anything but that.
His arms came around to cage you against the counter, his nose skimming your temple as he whispered, “When are we finally going to stop dancing around this?”
“Right now,” you whispered back before crashing your mouth to his.
He responded immediately, hands gripping your waist and setting you on the counter, and your legs automatically wrapped around him. You could already feel the hardness there as he pushed against you. Your hands gripped his hair, angling his head so he pressed kisses to your neck, moving down your chest to where your sports bra stopped him in his tracks. He pulled away long enough to discard the material before his mouth was back on you, mouthing at the swell of your breasts then taking a nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck, Bucky. Just like that.” He hummed his agreement and the sensation shot through you, making your legs tighten around him. He moved to your other nipple, hands busy as they tugged on the waistband of your leggings, but you stopped him, pushing his head back. The confusion and longing on his face might have been cute if you weren’t so desperate to strip him down. You pushed up his shirt until he got the hint, dropping it to the floor, and holy fuck.
Abs upon abs upon abs. You didn’t think you had ever seen anybody so ripped before, and your hands automatically went to touch him, to get his pants off and get another peek, but he stopped you, tsking at your desperation.
“Let me have my fun first, sweetheart.”
With that, he dropped to his knees, finally reaching his goal of getting your pants off, and groaned when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear. Not wasting a second, he spread your legs, propping one up on the counter so you were bared to him, and placed teasing kisses along each thigh, alternating until he was so close to your core you could feel the puffs of breath coming from him.
You had a smartass retort on the tip of your tongue when he finally gave you what you wanted, latching his mouth on your clit and sucking until you threw your head back. You bit your lip to keep your moans contained, panting through your nose, as he continued his assault on your core. Each stroke of his tongue was a symphony of sensation and you knew you wouldn’t last long if he kept it up. That didn’t seem to matter to Bucky, though, because as he slipped two fingers into you, stars exploded behind your eyes and your entire body clenched, hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
He let you ride out your orgasm in his tongue and fingers, and didn’t pull away until you finally stopped twitching. Coming back to your senses, you hauled him up to your mouth again, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips.
Without any resistance from him, you pushed his sweatpants and underwear down to his knees, pulling him close enough that his length brushed against your still sensitive core. You moaned into each other’s mouths as he thrust his hips, his cock brushing against your clit with every movement, until he finally slid into you.
This time, there was no stopping the noises that came from you. As he slid home, he brushed that sweet spot that had you rolling your eyes back, and each thrust hit it again and again until you were clenching around him.
You were determined to hold out, but your orgasm overtook you once his hand reached between your bodies to rub your clit, and he prolonged it by continuing his assault on your bud, until he finally spilled into you.
The two of you stayed like that, bodies connected, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, until he finally pulled away, reaching for a towel that lay on the counter and crouched down to clean you up.
“Such a gentleman,” you quipped, though your voice was still shaking. “All this and you couldn’t even take me to dinner first.”
“Does take-out on your couch not count as dinner?” he responded, and you both laughed. “Seriously, though, let me take you out.”
The air turned serious as you both pulled your clothes on, not looking at each other. Finally, once you felt less bare, your eyes met his.
“You mean this wasn’t just a release of tension?” This time you kept your voice steady. “You really want to take me on a date?”
“Hell yes,” he responded, before pulling you in for another kiss.
#tiff writes#bucky#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky smut#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x you#uncontrollable
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celebrating your birthday with jean!
summary: you're spending your birthday with jean for the first time and he wants to make it special ♥︎
tags: fem!reader, l-bombs, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, lots of sappiness
an extremely self-indulgent set of headcanons since it's my birthday lol.
jean's favorite holiday is christmas, but this year, he's honestly more excited for your birthday. it's the first birthday you're spending together as a couple and he's determined to make it amazing.
he will spoil the FUCK out of you! he encourages you to come up with a list of things you want. and he will get them all, despite you assuring him that he really doesn't have to.
you make one joke about birthday sex and the wheels in his horny brain start turning. he wakes you up on your special day with kisses and then immediately begs to eat you out.
he swears that your pussy tastes especially sweet today because it's your birthday. you can't even tell him off for being a cornball because you're rendered speechless by him giving you the best head you've had in your life??
this man is always good with his tongue and his fingers but he's clearly pampering you extra today. he ends up making you cum multiple times and refuses your offers to return the favor because "it's your special day, babe."
he's amazing. i want him bad.
jean loves to cook and insists on making breakfast in bed for you on your birthday. he makes pancakes for you, using a special recipe that his mom passed down to him. blends you a delicious smoothie with your favorite fruits. he joins you in bed and the two of you eat together and cuddle :)
if you love surprises and parties, he will pull out all the stops to throw you a bomb-ass party and invite all your friends. he'll dupe you into believing you're having a quiet dinner at home, but as soon as you come through the door, you're greeted by a bunch of your favorite people. jean beams with pride and positively melts at how overjoyed you are by the surprise.
but maybe that's not your thing and you want to do something more low-key. he's totally down for that too. he will be in the kitchen for hours making you a feast while you go out shopping or grab lunch with some friends. of course it's the best meal you've had in your life, and of course this dork (affectionate) lights candles and puts on a jazz playlist on Spotify for you.
y'all sway in time to the music after dinner + dessert. it's disgustingly cute.
could also see him taking you out for dinner and inviting a few of your closest friends to celebrate. takes zillions of photos to capture the moment and refuses to let you pay for anything. your friends tease him for being such a simp but he doesn't care. he's proud to be such a sap for you.
once the festivities are done, he wants to end the night by making you feel good. it's not just sex, it's making love. he goes slow and soft, making sure to worship every inch of your body and savor the moment.
he's got his head buried in the side of your neck, peppering you with kisses and "I love you"s as he thrusts in and out of your wet cunt. it feels so so so good, and before you know it, you're cumming all over his cock, feeling totally blissed out
he insists on making you cum one more time because he's nothing if not a gentleman. when he asks where you want him, you beg him to come inside. he happily gives you his warm, sticky load, moaning as he watches his cum drip out of your pussy.
he wipes you off with a warm rag afterwards and makes sure you drink water and go pee before helping you into your coziest pair of pajamas. an aftercare king.
as the two of you cuddle in bed, preparing to drift off to sleep, he shyly asks, "So did you have a good birthday? I hope it was everything you could've wanted and more." you nearly burst into tears over how utterly sweet and caring your boyfriend is.
you assure him that today was perfect simply because you got to spend it with him, and his heart absolutely swells with adoration for you. ♥︎
#jean kirstein x reader#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirstein smut#aot x reader#jean kirstein x you#aot x you#tiff writes#aot smut
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OC-tober Day 10: Personality
The most important characters in The Quartzosphere, chibi style!! :D Here's some introductions from left to right!
Sulo is the main character. He's a sweet and shy young man, often too nice for his own good. Growing up in a small countryside village, he always dreamed of grand adventures and hoped to one day visit the glistening towers he could see in the distance. A hopeless daydreamer! He tries to get along with everyone and is thus concerned of what people think about him, and he overthinks a lot. Precious cinnamon roll ;_;
Sulo is holding Tiffe, a hybrid animal of sorts. Tiffe usually has a sour expression, like she's judging everyone silently. She's smart and quick to learn, and has an impeccable sense of smell, which helps her to guide her companions. She is very curious and will snoop her surroundings upside down, possibly making a mess in the process. She is also rather proud and refuses to ask for help. As she is small, stairs are her biggest enemy - she is very ashamed if someone has to carry her to the top.
Taika is mischievous, reckless, and rarely acts serious - however, she's smarter than she lets on. Taika has a habit of hiding her true feelings and finds it difficult to share her problems with other people. Tiffe is the only one she feels she can open up to! She gets bored easily, and can be rather impatient. When tired or bored, she can be dramatic and will purposefully get more theatrical just to annoy Pyry. :'D Taika is headstrong and dislikes controlling people. She will hold a grudge towards those who have wronged her or the people close to her. Taika is rather irresponsible when using magic. She's prone to using her magic reserves too quickly and will often need some time to recover, leaving her helpless against aggressive hybrids.
Pyry is calm and judgemental, and while he appears stoic, he is surprisingly easy to fluster. He is cautious towards new people and doesn't trust others too easily. However, once he opens up, he is caring, honest and trustworthy. Pyry is smart and likes to learn about different cultures and legends. He has a profound appreciation for nature, and knows a thing or two about survival in the wild. He can build a sufficient camp or a snow tunnel to stay safe during nights in the wilderness. He's both unlucky and pessimistic, and is always expecting things to go wrong if they can go wrong. Pyry also has little patience to those fooling around and gets annoyed easily.
Ilta is the mom-friend of the group: warm, positive and supporting. She is friendly, but not too nice. She always tries to be polite, even towards people she doesn't like. Ilta is kind to everyone, unless they give her a reason not to! Determined and overprotective, she does everything she can to keep her companions safe and well. She can get fussy - she constantly asks if people are in need of warm clothes, food or if they need a break from traveling. She absolutely loves animals and appreciates all life. She is a vegan and always carries vegan sweets with her no matter where she goes <3 Ilta is modest and gets embarrassed when someone praises her. When she is nervous, she gets chatty and can even talk to herself.
Sisu has trouble fitting in and tries to get rid of a core component of his being in hopes of becoming what he deems "normal", so that people would accept him. Despite this, he has no real desire to change and is comfortable how he is - he only tries to do so in fear of people judging him. Due to not being fully human, he has been living isolated and is therefore asocial. This causes him to be lonely and jealous of people who have friends and connections. He can be rather blunt and stubborn - sarcasm is his middle name. He prefers to avoid fighting and will try to flee if things get dicey. However, as he learns more about the Magic Point Pen and how to use it, he will defend himself more readily. He prefers to stay in the shadows and dislikes being seen. Sisu likes all things soft and comforting and is most likely touch-starved. Someone give him a hug ;_;
Master Aura is the current magic-teaching Serendian Master. She is optimistic, imaginative and curious. Too curious for her own good... She is also very perceptive, and notices small details others might miss. As a teacher in Serendia, she was gentle, sweet and encouraging but could be strict when needed. She had problems living up to her title as a Master, and would constantly stress over her teaching methods and ask the other Masters for advice. She was unsure if she was even worthy of the title. Her thinking is very black-and-white and she is a bad liar. She has a tendency of not wanting to bother other people with her problems.
Master Vellamo used to teach self-defense with the Magic Point Pen in Serendia. She seems cold, strict and uptight but is actually quite caring and understanding. She's a punctual perfectionist, and always acts and dresses appropriately. She likes her surroundings clean and stylish. Vellamo has no sense of humor, she almost never laughs. She can't help but roll her eyes at Grand Master Edvin's dad jokes XD Vellamo is often too harsh on herself. If she makes a mistake, it will haunt her for days and she will do everything she can to correct it.
Grand Master Edvin is the highest-ranking Master in Serendia. He used to teach advanced use of the Magic Point Pen - copying structures and magic traces as well as drawing saved structures out of the Magic Point Pen (it kinda works like a 3D scanner + 3D printer + magic wand XD) He is smart, knowledgeable and understanding, and is always encouraging people in his own way. Edvin is a silly man. He loooves his puns and jokes! If the situation is not dire, he can tell obviously vague or wrong information just to mess with people :'D He always tries to do the right thing, though! While he is a jokester, he knows when it's time to get serious. Edvin is the emotional type - he will cry during sad movies or while reading a book.
Master Conrad used to teach basic use and history of the Magic Point Pen in Serendia. He is serious and intelligent, always seeking to learn more. He is a logical thinker. Even though he is a polite gentleman, he is cold and firm towards the people who do not respect him. He is not very talkative and has no time for chit-chat. As he is calculating and deliberate, his hypotheses are usually spot-on. He always dresses impeccably and dislikes messes. Despite his immaculate looks, he is very absent-minded and forgets stuff all the time. He often immerses himself in his work and forgets to eat, which forces him to munch on some canned food. Poor Mr. Fancypants :'(
#oc#original character#my characters#bweirdOCtober#cloudberrybunnyart#the quartzosphere#long post#october art challenge#oc tober#oc-tober#oc art#oc artist#oc artwork#chibi#character introduction#writing this took a while whoops#sulo#taika#pyry#ilta#sisu#tiffe#aura#vellamo#edvin#conrad
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Essence of Dreams
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Summary:
In which Meta Knight tried to solve FNAF lore in one day, ft. Kirby trying to explain his source. (Not clickbait) Spoilers, the theory went unfinished
(It's almost 2 months since chapter 2, I am in shambles. Next update will be much later but I promise it'll be lengthier.)
#kirby#hoshi no kirby#kirby of the stars#hoshi no kaabii#kirby right back at ya#kots#game x anime crossover#meta knight#sword knight#blade knight#kirby fumu#tiff#tuff#bun kirby#I have never struggled with Meta Knight side profile#it took me 5 sketches just to say screw it#the bg is literally taken from the 'hey how's it going meta knight'#update took longer because i struggled with some parts#chapter 4 will drain my brain juice very hard#idk if me writing the chapter title and summary crack but the actual chapter is dark is a good idea#im still doing it though
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