#using my powers of manifestation to good use

[hungharrington]

i love every single one of the summer smut prompts and am manifesting them for everyone this summer but "utilisation of the ties on the sides of bikini bottoms" for stevie? 🥰

i wish that for everyone also!! okie this became filthy so quickly lol but i also hope everyone looked at this prompt and went 🙂‍↕️ steve's a munch. afab!reader, 1.8k, overstim, a very unsanitary use of a kitchen counter, nearly mean!steve, mdni this entire blog is 18+

unravelled

"You know," Steve murmurs in your ear, his breath hot across your skin. "This is normally much harder."

The kitchen counter digs into your lower back lightly, the stone cool compared to your flushed skin. Steve's crowded against you, his hands wandering, with a particular interest in the sides of your bikini. He's close enough you can feel the scratch of the hair of his chest, feel the heat of his body.

He kisses your neck. You try to hold even a modicum of power here.

"Is that—" Your sharp inhale interrupts, due to the hickey Steve's beginning to paint onto the sensitive skin of your neck. "—some, like, stupid dick joke?"

You feel, rather than hear, Steve's responding laughter. It's light and immediately buried beneath another scrape of his teeth along your neck. You gasp softly, entirely unsure what to do with your hands.

It's not as if you're surprised you ended up here — you and Steve cooling off in the pool, with minimal fabric between you, is hardly a difficult equation.

It's more the here, the now.

You're still in the kitchen for christ's sake—and yet no part of you wants to tell Steve to wait so you can move it upstairs just yet. You're more eager than you'd expect to see where this goes.

"No," Steve says raspily, dragging his mouth off you.

You wonder if its because he knows you can't pay attention to anything else when he's kissing you — because you become rapidly aware of the way his fingers have slipped beneath the ties of your bikini.

"'M talkin' about these," He says, pulling back. His lips are pinker than ever, his eyes darkened with desire. He smirks. "They make for such..."

He toys with the string on one side, giving it the lightest tug. Your stomach twists up, in excitement though you realise, as it dawns on you that might not even make it up to the bedroom.

"Easy access." He finishes, releasing his hold on the string and instead letting the tie ping back against your skin with a snap!

Your breath shudders out of you, nipples peaking beneath your bikini, and suddenly you're absolutely sure you'll do anything to have this man ravish you. Steve must see it, the heaviness that sinks into your gaze, because he's grinning all of sudden.

His hands on your hips shift back, palming over your ass, before he mumbles, jump, and you're swiftly lifted up and onto the counter. The marble is still cool, though not enough to explain the goosebumps prickling along your body. That's from Steve entirely.

His hands bracket your body as he finds space between your parted knees, leaning in and kissing you hotly.

Your pulse rabbits in your chest, your hands finding their place either side of his face, pulling him closer. You're both on the same page now, you can tell.

Still, Steve still asks. "You okay?

He's toying with your bikini strings again as he does, evidently what he's asking about. You nod, a little mmhm coming from your throat because you're a little scared about how debauched you might sound before he's even started.

Steve grins, hazel eyes shining with adoration as he peers over your face. "Good. Just want my baby to have fun."

It's gooey enough to make you roll your eyes, just so you don't have to deal with how sappy it makes you feel. Still, with your hands cupping his face, you urge him closer.

"So long as you're also having fun, yeah?" You check, stealing a kiss from his lips. Your noses touch and Steve nuzzles in closer, another kiss shared.

"Fun? Absolutely." He sounds so sure, so you don't stop him when he pulls back. He glances down to where his long fingers are still playing with your bikini strings, then back up at you, a hunger to the lust in his eyes.

"See?" He says nonchalantly. "It's like you're gift-wrapped for me, honey."

Then he tugs on the string, slow and continuous, until the knots unravels, undoing your bikini. You watch with bated breath as he does the same on the other side til the fabric sits loose and free. The sticky evidence of how riled up he's got you just inches away.

Your cunt pulses hotly, heartbeat too strong. You need him to do something, like, yesterday.

Steve moves slowly, as if drawing out the moment for himself, dragging a finger down the crease of your thigh. It pushes the fabric with it, slowly revealing you to him. There's a string of slick still connected and you can hear the soft groan Steve makes the moment he sees it.

"Oh, honey," He coos. "S'cute how excited you are."

Some biting response rises on your tongue, but then his hand is moving again — his thumb this time, rubbing along the lip before he nudges your folds open more.

Something flames inside you, feeling oddly inspected, as his other meandering hand sinks lower and lower. You can feel your cunt clench around nothing, urging him in, but Steve only makes another soft groan. His finger traces just below your leaking hole, finally picking up some slickness.

Your patience runs out. "Steve," You say pitifully. "You said fun."

He grins, gaze switching up to your face, already well aware of your impatience from the twitch in your hips.

"Okay, baby, we will," He promises. Then he nods to behind you, "Lay back if you want."

Then he sinks to his knees, bringing his face aligned with your hot cunt. Your tummy warms, your hole clenching around nothing again, as what he wants dawns on you. Your hands stumble back, letting you lean back a bit, but your eyes stay glued to your boyfriend.

The air is thick with heat. Cicadas sing in the background, through the open door. You can't hear anything but your heartbeat.

Steve looks like a goddamn angel, on his knees between your legs, and something keens inside you when he uses both thumbs to spread your silky folds — then he leans forward and begins to lap softly at your clit.

A shuddering gasp is pulled from your mouth instantly. "Oh fuck," You whisper, already fighting against closing your eyes.

A heady warm pleasure beginning to drizzle through your core. Steve's tongue is warm, the way he's spread you giving him access to a thousand more nerves. You fall into heaving breaths as you try to keep up.

Steve licks, tongue flat, tortuously slow against you, gentle in a way that makes it hard to chase. It's a buzz of pleasure you can sink into, but it's almost... teasing.

"Steve," You whine his name again.

Steve moans in response, the hum of it against your clit friction enough to make you squeak. Your elbow buckles and you let yourself lower down to rest on them—it'll hurt like hell later but for now, nothing matter more than Steve's mouth between your thighs.

One of his hands shifts, the thumb moving from where its holding you open, down, down, til it rests near your entrance.

You clench unwittingly, hips tilting up, trying to clue him in. A whimper slips through your teeth — and you get another moan against your cunt in response.

But if Steve gets your hint, he doesn't show it. His thumb only moves to rest over your hole, beginning to draw slick circles, taunting you wickedly.

The combination of his lapping tongue and feathersoft touches are maddening. Your stomach burns hotly. Your hips twitch again. Your chest heaves, desperate noises warbling from your mouth. You're burning up from inside, tortured from the waves of soft pleasure driving into you.

"Steve," You whimper his name again, suddenly desperate for more. You want his fingers sinking in you, crooking and finding that spot he knows so well. You want the filthy suckle of his mouth, twisting his tongue over your clit in a way he's done before.

All your pleas come out in a stilted, jagged moan, "St— Steve, please, oh fuck, please—"

"Sh, sh," Pleasure tapers off as Steve pulls back to hush you, the thumb over your entrance still circling, pressing ever so slightly from time to time. "It's fun, isn't it? You're having fun?"

You're nodding quickly, not wanting him to stop, and he resumes his lapping, his other thumb shifting to ensure the hood of your clit is lifted.

You moan, languid and pitiful, as the same flow of pleasure begins — a drip, drip, drip, that feels amazing but not enough to satisfy.

You're not sure how long it goes on like that.

The stroke of Steve's tongue, relaxed and slow, continues whilst you squirm on the counter, leaking wetness onto his teasing thumb. It feels like hours, though you know it's realistically closer to barely twenty minutes.

All you know is at some point, the drip fills the bucket.

It'd been building so long you hadn't noticed — that at some point your pleasure, agitated enough in small amounts, over and over, was still working towards going on the edge.

You tense, shallow pants suddenly heaving your chest, your head thrown back and your back arching. Steve is the same, keeping his soft licks and gentle touches, and you writhe as the blazing feeling mounts.

"Steve," You mewl pathetically.

The next lick will be the one that does it. It has to be. You can't keep building.

The pleasure singes in your gut, Steve's tongue pushing over your clit, and it's not enough.

"S-Steve, please, pleasepleaseplease," Your voice sounds wrecked. "Just— c'mon- I'm— please—" You sound truly desperate.

Steve moans against you, low and hot, and he finally, finally pushes his thumb forward, sinking into the slickness easily. Clenching around it immediately, a flame zips up your spine, sending the bucket tipping over completely.

Pleasure melts over you, hot and fiery, and you make a high-pitched gaspy noise that Steve will undoubtedly call adorable later. For now, he works you through the orgasm dotingly.

Using one hand, he keeps your hips pinned to the counter while the other toys with your fluttering, gushing hole. You moan pathetically, hips working furiously against Steve's hold futilely.

His tongue keeps the same soft laps the whole time.

Eventually, you have to tap his forehead to get him to stop, when the pleasure fades off and you begin to near overstimulation.

Steve pulls back slowly, almost reluctantly. His face is pink, his lips sheened in your arousal, pulled in a smirk.

"Fun, right?" He asks. His voice is gravelly from underuse and you swallow back the desire it sends through you. You're still panting, still trying to catch your breath. You nod, knowing Steve wants the feedback, wants to know he's done well.

"Why stop then? Don't you wanna keep having fun?"

Your eyes snap back to him, focused now, as you realise no that is not what Steve was asking for.

You watch as his head lowers back down, then he slowly resumes the kitten-licks to you clit. His hungry eyes stay fixed on yours, taking in every twitch of your overstimulated body with a soft groan.

You realise, pleasure bleeding in through the overstimulation, that you'll let him do it over again.

You take his advice this time and lie all the way back.

come join the celebration <3

[1-800-local-slut]

Hi jenny. I wanted to request if you could please do reader with the personality of april O'Neil from rise tmnt as mark grayson girlfriend . April O'Neil's powers primarily revolve around her enhanced psychic abilities and telekinetic skills, often stemming from her connection with the Aon crystal. These powers include the ability to sense danger, track telepathically, and even manifest telekinesis

Mystic energy manipulation: April wields a baseball bat imbued with mystic energy, magnifying the power behind her strikes when activated..

I just really live this April's personality since she's just a all around amazing and funny person to be around. She's just much better in personality compared to 2012 april but not to fully downgrade 2012 april.

Sort of just asking for dating headcanons and how they match each other's vibe together.

Ooo this looks fun! Thank you for the request beautiful! I'm sorry this took so long, I'm attempting to balance everything in my life rn. I appreciate your patience sooo much! I used to love TMNT growing up but grew out of cartoons by the time ROTTMNT came out. But it's been on my watch list for a while now!

Mark Grayson x Black! Superpowered! Reader

Warnings: mention of y'all arguing but nothing serious, just fluff and good vibes!

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🐢 Mark loves him some you, just like you love you some him.

🐢You two balance each other out. You're high energy, always on the go and full of life. Mark is on the calmer end. He's more likely to just sit quietly, give a few verbal warnings until he feels there's no more time for warnings

🐢You two are down for any and everything though. Usually your idea, such as going on a random road trip or seeing how much food you could hold in your mouths at one time

🐢"Babe I feel funny" Gf x "I told you not to eat that shit" Bf

🐢You bring a certain flavor to life that Mark had no clue he was missing out on

🐢 You do have a certain time when nonsense stops. Such as late at night, when Mark gets a random burst of energy but you're trying to sleep

"Babe do you ever think about the fact that there's a universe where I'm a girl and you're a man? Would it make it gay if I was still attracted to you in any universe? I mean I'd love you no matter what but-"

"Shut the fuck up!"

����Before you roll over and go back to sleep.

🐢Mark is the type of boyfriend to do anything for you. But he has a bad habit of using gifts instead of discussing feelings. You want to discuss him misplacing your bat again when you've told him multiple times that you can't get another one. Mark wants to give you a box of fancy chocolates from Switzerland and leave it at that

🐢Eventually he does get the hang of discussing feelings with you. He just can't help it, his dad very rarely said more about his feelings than 'I feel angry'/'I feel angry because I'm hungry'

🐢And with everything he's seen and done, he doesn't feel like he deserves to be vulnerable, sometimes he feels like the pain in his heart is a good motivator to save others

🐢You firmly disagree, always telling Mark that he's a good man. He helps from the kindness of his heart, not because of guilt. He deserves to be happy, you tell him that while kissing all over his face and nuzzling against his bruised skin.

🐢You have bad habits too. Getting trapped inside of your own head sometimes, rendering you unable to see when you're hurting the person you love. Mark has to sit you down sometimes and explain.

🐢You're very creative but sometimes you feel like you don't know yourself. So, you end up trying to explore yourself more, and sometimes it leads to you neglecting yourself and relationships

"I'm feeling hurt, it's like you don't want to spend any time with me. I understand you are trying to find yourself but there are better ways to go about it. I love you no matter what, I just need you to remember me while you're looking for you."

🐢You also don't like to hear when you're wrong, it shakes your sense of self just a bit

"That's not true! I just...okay. Maybe I have been a little bit out of sorts lately. I'm sorry baby."

🐢You two are still a loving couple regardless of the few flaws in the relationship

🐢You two like to pull pranks on each other, but it came to an end after Mark accidentally pelted his mom in the face with a shaving cream balloon

🐢Debbie loves you two, she loves seeing her son smile again but she doesn't love getting shaving cream in her mouth and hair after a hard day at work.

🐢You're both still in disagreement on whose fault that was.

"You know I can literally sense danger! It is not my fault, all I did was duck. Besides, why would you throw that with your mom standing so close to me?" You argued playfully while Mark massaged your foot.

"We were in more danger from my mom after that. Plus, how was I supposed to know you'd duck so quick?" He scoffed, dropping your foot. You playfully extended your foot to poke him while he evaded.

"No, you were in more danger from your mom. I took my black ass home."

🐢Mark worries about you in battle. Yes, you're strong, you can handle yourself. But he also doesn't love the idea of your greatest weapon being a baseball bat. He'd rather you had something that could do more damage. Like a gun. He'd feel a lot better about you fighting if you had a gun.

🐢Lowkey a skeptic, he knows you have strong aura and understands that you cover that bat in psychic energy that makes it stronger. But he still worries. He literally takes that thing from you sometimes out of teasing boredom.

🐢He also worries about your attachment to that thing. You even named it Theressa. He understands that an old friend gifted it to you. You'd told him about your friend Donnie before, but Mark one time caught you napping with the bat tucked in next to you. He understands it's important to you but his brain couldn't understand for a while. But Mark loves you, so what's important to you is important to him

🐢He's suggested better weapons to you before

"Mark, I'm not using a gun." You laughed, pushing the catalog away from you.

"Okay, but -and just hear me out on this one- you did use the gun. And you shot bad guys. You could even cover the bullets in your energy!" He suggested, pushing the magazine back to you.

"You want me to use a weapon I can literally get off Amazon? Oh no honey, I'm too cool for that. I'm original. Me and Teetee have been through too much." Then you shoved a pretzel in his mouth to cease his talking.

🐢He has his doubts about how strong that thing it until he took a hit from it one day.

🐢 He literally got knocked into your fight one day and crashed into the next victim of your mighty swing. Mark pushed the alien creature out of your way and the next thing he knew he was waking up in the hospital. The last thing he saw was a streak of green light as your bat cut through the sky like a knife, the look of terror in your eyes, and the splintered wood flying into his face.

🐢You explained what happened through sobs of relief and guilt once he came too.

"You got caught in one of my hits. I saw you at the last moment and turned the power down, it was too late to stop the swing. I'm sorry." You sobbed.

Mark patted your hair; you laid on the bed and hugged him. Your head rested on his chest while Mark's entire face throbbed. The bridge of his nose pulsed, and he was certain he felt a splinter stuck in his face. If that was a hit with the power turned down, Mark was literally never going to stress about you again. His face hurt for two days afterwards.

"You slumped over completely, I thought I killed you!" You wailed and Mark conjured a laugh from the depths of his stomach.

🐢From there, Mark never ever doubted you or Teetee again.

🐢You guys share music together. You put him onto H.E.R, Mark introduced you to Mac De Marco.

🐢You guys go to concerts together when you can, it's special for you two.

🐢Most people don't expect you two to be a couple. You're vibrant, always the center of the room, at any party you could be found dancing. Mark was quieter. Likely to be fast asleep at home, or really just minding his business.

🐢His quietness is deceptive; the man is a terror. He'll stick his tongue in your water bottle. He'll hide your car keys. He'll sit on you. He'll tickle you until you tap out. He'll pretend to be asleep when you're asking him to get you something

🐢But you ultimately couldn't have asked for a better man. Mark does anything to make you happy. He vibes with your creativity and follows you. You sometimes get frustrated and decide to do things on your own, but Mark is right there beside you.

🐢He always lets you know he loves and appreciates you.

"Do you know that I love you and would've gone crazy without you by now?" He asked, while you cradled his face between your hands. Your glasses shifted down before you pushed them back up on your face. You were bandaging him up one night, not too out of the ordinary.

A soft grin spread over your features, while you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"I know baby. I love you too."

🐢Mark loves your fearless nature, but he's not the type of guy to play around with shit you're scared off. Like if your deathly afraid of clowns or some shit, he's never going to jump out dressed as one. He takes your boundaries very serious, he'd never want to upset you

🐢If you of all people are scared then it's for a reason. He knows his girl, he's not going to push you into something that scares you

🐢At first, like when Mark first got powers you were both hella friendly, Mark was always willing to go help. After the whole thing with Titus though, he doesn't accept people who just come up to him for help

🐢Battle Beast knocked the mario coins out of you two, you can laugh about it now, but Mark still feels immense guilt when he sees the scar on your stomach from you getting slammed into a piece of rubble

🐢You always make him laugh during serious moments. Like when you both tried out for the Gaurdians and you were watching a battle. The two heroes fighting seemed to have some serious history, it was looking like they were gonna kill each other. Everyone was watching on edge. Then you said "damn!" at a particular hit and Mark had to stand there and try not to laugh

🐢You felt so guilty too, literally lowering your head/fighting laughter at the same time.

🐢Mark made fun of you on the flight home though.

"All of us standing there, but only my girlfriend has to make a comment."

"Man look, I didn't expect her to kick that other girl in the coochie. I don't know what you expected from me." You defended through laughter while he tightened his grip to keep you from falling

🐢You two don't fight often, but when you do it's bad. You don't want to be around him, you don't want to see him, you don't even want to think about him. You're angry and you need some space.

🐢Mark gets uncharacteristically desperate to the point that it just pisses you off more. He's terrified you're going to leave him. He begs you to talk to him, to just look at him, even just remember he's alive.

🐢You need space, Mark is petrified of that space, so he sometimes forgets to leave you be sometimes. He wants it fixed now. You can't focus on fixing things when you're in the mood to toss him out of a window.

🐢Then you feel like you have to baby sit him through his emotions and like he's trying to control you, which you do not like. Mark is just scared though; he would never try to control you. One of the things he loves about you is how you march to the beat of your own drum

🐢You two eventually figure it out. You tell him 'listen, I need a few minutes to myself then we can talk about it. I am mad at you right now, yes. But it doesn't mean things are over.'

🐢And he listens patiently. You two are stronger after you two figure out how to manage your emotions.

🐢Mark the type of boyfriend to eat your cooking if you burned it. Or he would try, then he would come clean to you.

"I love you, but I can't force myself to eat this. Let's try making something else, okay?"

🐢Then he's rolling up his sleeves and chopping up onions with you to make some simple pasta. Isn't he just so dreamy?

🐢Overall, you and Mark balance each other out. You love each other, understand each other and work together to fix things.

🐢He loves how you inspire him to live life to the fullest, and you sometimes need someone to bring you back down to Earth because sometimes you go running headfirst into danger. There's no one better suited for each other than you two.

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Alastor x Ballerina fem!Reader

yes this ones back, I reread part two and was surprised that I was the one that wrote that so she's getting an upload (also might post more cus I'm getting inspo)

Warnings; Use of y/n, swearing, Alastor is his own warning, bullying?.

After about a month you'd gotten quite used to the hotel and it's people. Angel had properly introduced you to all the residences.

Husk had started to dislike you less as you slowly let your overlord performance down. He found he liked you better then any overlord he'd ever met, even when you made a sadistic joke.

Nifty enjoyed how clean and graceful you were, and that you'd always complimented her killing skills which made the small demon beam.

Vaggie and you had a shared dislike for Alastor. You'd made a small bond over said thing.

Speaking of Alastor, he apparently liked testing just how aware of your surroundings you were. At first it was him trying to sneak up on you, then it was him 'accidentally' chucking things at you when you were distracted. You would of course catch said thing with your hand or a hover spell.

He would also poke fun at your newly found overlord status. Things that hinted at you being a weaker overlord.

"Do tell me dear! what is your main medium of power?"

"Well, I don't exactly have a medi-"

"I don't think you have any territory either do you?"

"Actu-"

"Thank goodness you're here now! Who knows what could have happened if you'd been left on the streets!"

During this conversation Husk had to pull you away so you didn't murder him on the spot.

Carmilla was holding an overlord meeting today, and of course you and Alastor had to be attending.

(Yes ik the overlord meeting was supposed to be for 'controlling' or most powerful overlords but lets forget about that)

The walk there had been utterly hilarious, the egg boys constantly bugging Alastor, You could see the irritation on his face as the eggs kept pestering him.

"Hark, Y/n and Alastor. How fare thee this day?" Zestial smiled at his fellow overlords.

(I don't know the full Zestial and Al dialogue so imma just skip it a bit.)

"There hath been rumor of thy involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy."

"Didn't think you were one to believe in rumors Zestial." You smirked, eyes narrowed.

"Please Do tell, How does thou fall in such folly?"

You went to speak but was cut off by Alastor.

"That is for us to know, but please do guess! I'd love to know the theories."

You kept rolled your eyes but copied his movements to continue walking.

"It would be a grand folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alastor." He paused "Or even Dear Y/n."

Your grin widened, "You flatter me Zestial, though don't know if I love being held in the same account as The Radio Demon." You smirked

Alastor turned his head towards you, his composer being chipped at. "Pardon?"

Zestial chuckled, "Thou is not wrong Alastor, Thou Hath not but an enigma since they manifested in this realm."

Alastor's smile perked up again, "Coming from someone as ancient as you, I'll take it as a compliment."

You three walked into the elevators that lead up to the meeting room.

(I don't wanna write a whole play by play of the episode so imma write my own thing)

Rosie greeted you kindly, but was quickly deterred away by Alastor. "Oh my Satan! Alastor! How've ya been? Oh I've missed you, old friend." She smiled, showing her sharp teeth.

"I've been well Rosie." He smiled back, liking the attention.

Rosie smiled brightly before turning to you. "And of course you've met! Y/n, you always reminded me of Al." She draped an arm over your shoulders and squeezed lovingly.

The smile that you'd been wearing now tightened. "Please Rosie! Don't insult me!" You laughed, patting her arm.

Alastor glared at you, his own smile turning snarl-like. You quite liked having him under your foot, you should come with him to Rosie's sometime. Have some real fun.

As you walked in your smile turned to a neutral or relaxed constant. As Alastor recounted his return to his fellow overlords, which Carmilla skated right over made you wheeze in laughter to yourself.

(Respect less and that whole thing, I don't really wanna write that but if anyone would like me to write Y/n and Alastors internal thoughts during this scene comment it!)

"Argh, Velvette has no self control. None of the Vees do." You fixed your outfit as you walked back towards the elevator.

You had really been talking to Rosie, but Alastor had taken the liberty to answered you.

"I agree, these," he paused thinking, "overly extravagant Overlords wish to gain more control and respect then is due." His smile was strained as he thought of the flat-faced bastard, the childish Doll demon, and that disgusting Moth.

You raised a brow at him. He'd never agreed with you on anything, why now?

You decided not to question it too much as you answered.

"That asshole, Vox, He's the only reason I'm not as powerful as I should be." Your wings fluttered angrily on your back.

Alastors smile closed to a small grin. "Do tell! What exactly did that Bastard do?"

As you began retelling how Vox had offered you a job as Val choreographer, then as a dancer social media star, all of which you'd cast aside,

Rosie was watching as her two very good friends were bonding over their shared hatred for the excitable Vees.

She knew that maybe, just maybe, her oldest friend would finally find someone.

Yes, yess, shame on me for taking forever to update but here part 3. yes this will be a slow burn, no you and Al aren't friends now just- acquaintances. (also sorry its short)

Hope you enjoy!!!!!

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[timeslipcamp]

okay this jintaiga crackfic has been in my head for weeks now you all have to suffer too

minors dni

summary: jin swore he was done with taiga after everything that happened during the clash, but for all of the redhead's forgetfulness, the one thing he never seemed to forget was how he made jin feel

Jin Kamirai could count on one hand the amount of times he'd finished inside of Taiga Hoshibami.

The number was three. Once in his mouth, twice in his ass. The first was because he lost a bet, he swore. The next two...he'd find some other excuse for if anyone ever asked about it. But no one would.

Because no one would ever know.

That was what he was repeating to himself over and over as he and the hyena himself were staring each other down outside of the auditorium in the school.

Jin had just finished playing down his act of kindness to y/n, explaining that it was simply to keep Taiga from having his run of the school. Her smirk implied she didn't quite believe him, but Jin let it go. He wasn't ready to even consider what all was happening there between them yet. Not now, especially when it was highly likely she was going to be killed in a few months time.

Just as he was going to pull his sword and escape from the thin crowd that was left standing outside, a gratingly familiar voice cooed, "Running away so soon, Prince?"

His grip tightened around the chain, freezing in place. He'd never admit it out loud, nevermind even in his own mind, but that voice still had the power to send goosebumps down his back.

Turning to glance over his shoulder, Jin saw as Taiga peeled out of the shadows, like he'd been waiting to manifest in some corner like the imp he was until Jin walked by. Taiga was already grinning, sharp teeth flashing like they had in the assembly, golden eyes bright. Lucid.

Jin wasn't going to think about the relief he felt.

"And here I thought we were just getting started," Taiga continued, walking in a slow, predatory circle with his hands in his pockets. Jin watched him, hand still on his artifact under his cloak, as Taiga lowered his voice just enough to say, "It was kind of fun, you know. Reminded me of the good ol' days."

"What good days?" Jin snapped, then immediately regretted it as Taiga's face lit up. He slinked closer, his own coat billowing around him like it was moving in the same phantom wind that was giving Jin a chill.

"Don't tell me you forgot, princeling," Taiga cooed softly, but his expression was the opposite. He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "You don't remember ordering me around when it was just the two of us? I'm sure you would have loved a stage then, too."

Jin resisted closing his eyes. He resisted the urge to strangle Taiga. He held back, wanting to smother Taiga for the insult and then pull him through the portal he'd make with him to show him just how much he remembered.

But things were different now. The Clash happened, and had changed everything. Had ruined his trust in anyone, especially Taiga. Especially Taiga, who couldn't seem to remember his own name nowadays. And y/n was around now, dancing between all the ghouls, and Taiga had moved on with Lucci, and he and Tohma were...whatever they were now.

Things were different. Things had changed.

Besides, they had an audience, and the last thing Jin needed was everyone witnessing a murder.

Taiga's tongue clicked in front of him, bringing Jin back out of his thoughts. Blue eyes met gold ones, shining despite the dimness in the hall. Taiga's voice dipped, low and threatening, as he smiled and leaned in.

"Looks like you do remember," he said, as one hand trailed up the inside of Jin's thigh.

He knew no one else could see--between his cloak and the way Taiga's coat was billowing, no one would have seen the half a second long touch. Still.

Still.

Heart hammering, Jin grabbed Taiga by the front of his unbuttoned shirt, growling, "Never touch me again."

Taiga continued with his chesire cat grin, the most relaxed person in the world in the face of the threat. "Whatever you say, Prince."

Jin let go of him, and Taiga stepped back with a laugh, hands back in his pockets. "Catch you around, Ice King!" He walked away, students hurrying to get out of his way.

He watched him go, willing his heart to slow down, his breathing to return to normal. This would not stand, he would not let Taiga make a fool of him, would not let him come around and grab what wasn't his--

He wouldn't let him lean in and flirt with him like he hadn't been betrayed all those months ago.

Quick as lightning, Jin whipped out his sword and opened a tunnel, stepping through and disappearing back to the safety of his room.

Jin could count on one hand the number of times he'd fucked Taiga, but he'd lost count of how many times Taiga had stolen his breath.

[bronzieinthedas]

Thank you so much @seaglassmelody for the tag!

Ok soooo first of all hello everyone I am new to the DA:TV fandom (used to be on the Mass Effect side until a couple years ago), but thanks to Veilguard I am currently finding my creative writing spark again!

So... I haven't really found my place yet, but so far I am trying to ease back into it and stretch those not-so-supple-anymore writing muscles again (also damn writing long texts in English after a couple years is hard).

Currently working on a ficlet/vignette collection about the past of my Rook, Qatesh and her history as a Tevinter textile workshop slave.

I started posting them to AO3 last week:

All That Came Before

A swallow’s cry always sounded a bit melancholy to Qatesh, a haunted, long-drawn, almost forlorn sound that echoed her own confined world. How many times she wished she could spread wings out wide and soar on the breeze towards the ocean, and on to the homeland she had never visited? She’d been told of mages who could transform into birds, and ever since, she’d been unsure if she wanted to be a mage or not. On one hand, being a mage would have made it possible for her to escape Tevinter and go home, which sounded good. But on the other hand… Qunari hated mages, so she couldn’t do that. Was it any better to stay here? Probably not?

I am currently also working on three loosely connected oneshots with Qatesh and Taash that haven't been posted yet. They were supposed to be just short character studies but somehow turned out smutty so... *gestures vaguely* I'mma go with that. Just an excerpt from the beginning of the first, as to keep this minor-friendly:

Spinning, Qatesh mused, was similar to channeling magic. Only if body and mind aligned, if she got the correct tension on the bobbin, the right rhythm to her treadling, and the perfect amount of take-up, she was able to spin a fine, balanced, even thread worthy of being woven into fine cloth. And similarly, magic needed her to focus herself, open up inside, channel the power, and release just the right amount of focused energy for what she wanted to achieve.

Long time ago, when her magic manifested, all she’d been taught were the basics of healing, so she'd pose no danger to the workshop. She'd only ever been allowed to be useful. And useful, she had been. Most of her formative years had been spent learning how to spin. Sometimes for the Mistress’ family, but mostly to feed the world’s seemingly unending hunger for luxurious fabrics. Tevinter was renowned for its textile industry, exporting the plushest and softest woollen yarn and woven goods into other lands. It was an open secret that Tevinter’s reputation was built on the backs of generations of slaves.

I do spin wool as a hobby (yes I know, very niche, and I like giving my hobbies to my OCs). And I am thinking about doing a little carding series because I really really crave to see how the DA:TV companions could be interpreted as art batts/wool blends... could be an idea for the coming companion weeks..? Input always welcome :)

For Lace Harding Week I have planned to post a step-by-step recipe with pics for Älplermagronen (Swiss cheesy noodles with applesauce), because I'm sure she would love it!

Now, I don't know anyone in the fandom yet so I won't tag, but if anyone wants to join in, please feel free to do so :)

Shameless Self Promotion Saturday

Thank you for the tag @rookamell!! I'm so happy you posted your doodles again they are amazing and I love them so much

The idea: We make a post and show off, what cool stuff we created over the past week. Art, Screenshots, writing (anything from a questionnaire about your OC to the 100K epos...) anything we do is worth to be seen and to be promoted. And by tagging people, commenting, and reblogging, we share the love and boost ourselves, and other's confidence. No matter what form you choose, whether you reblog your initial post, or create a new one with teasers, you decide!

Got some stuff bubbling in the background right now, but I had a big week this week by posting my (finally finished) oneshot, A Pie for Lace Harding! Thank you to everyone who has read so far <3 And especially thank you for all the sweet comments you guys are amazing ;A;

(and if you're interested you could also check out my other fic, I'd Give Everything (And More), a oneshot focused on Neve and Rook's tough feelings on friendship!)

I also threw a couple little snippets into the mix with A Word With Friends (featuring love of my life Johanna Hezenkoss) and my last Bellara week post (which honestly I might slowly be converting to shipping Bellara and Davrin haha oops)

And finally! I posted this already but you will see it again! It's Sabi's moodboard (and a bonus Sabi from me experimenting with photo mode)!

Bellara Week was full of such great ideas and cool works! Can't wait for Davrin Week coming up soon :D

Tagging @thedissonantverses, @hedwigoprah, @lgvalenzuela, @davrinsleftpectoral, @antivan-sprig, @mythals-whore, @himluv, @woundedsoul12, aaand @bronzeagelove if you guys wanna share!! And anyone else who wants to, I want to see!!

[lady-protector]

11. strength - grace, courage, control, discipline, confidence.

others

[sylvieserene]

Fixing history using the power of editing and my editing skills!!

For today we have, New Titans (1980) Issue #100

✨ Wedding Special ✨

@robstarblog @robstaryeah pinging yall just in case so that this doesn't get lost in oblivion (It'd be painful since I worked 5 hours non stop on it lol)

I think the most time was taken by the final panel and adding in the finishing touches since I pretty much had to change everything to the pixel level, quite literally lol (I'm serious, I did)

Welp I hope the results were worth it! And with that, another one gets a good ending!!

I kinda didn't add sleeves in the first two panels of the final page because it didn't look good and looked janky with how I was editing it so yeah please ignore that-

[blackboxtheater]

I think Mumbo and Pearl should play Hungry Hermits together because:

1. I think Mumbo would make lots of fun noises while playing. Both deeply stressed Mumbo noises and incredibly pleased and delighted noises at the creativity and redstone of the game

2. Pearl would be extremely helpful and point out all the ways that even if you kinda suck at Minecraft you can still be good at Hungry Hermits. Plus Pearl did the Decked Out runs with Cleo so there is precedent for teacher/guide Pearl

3. I think whatever that energy was from Secret Life between them (the big pink tower, the compliments) would resurface and I really want to read the fics that it would inspire………

[jonathanbyersphd]

Now on Thursdays you need to summon Joyce.

I'm a day late but

[lycanr0t]

the thing about aplatonicism is that just like aromanticism and asexualism, it doesn't inherently mean you don't want friendships, every individual apl person has different needs and wants in regards to friendship and each person will go about it differently.

I for example am aplatonic and don't specifically feel platonic attraction as in, i don't feel a drive to befriend people. I don't get "friend crushes" or ever get the desire to befriend specific people. I am personally, very open to the possibility of friendship if someone else approaches me and we vibe. I am not platonically attracted to them, but I also do get enjoyment from socializing with others in that way and can become attached to them, etc. Platonic attraction does not equal caring about someone/being good to them. Attraction is not moral in that way. it just is.

Just like how some ace people still enjoy sex, even without sexual attraction. Some aplatonic people still enjoy friendship, and some don't. And that's okay! There are so many types of relationships out there that people can form and explore what makes them happiest and it looks different for every person and that's such a wonderful thing.

[coachbeards]

beardjane divorce manifestation beardjane divorce manifestation beardjane divorce manifestation beardjane divorce manifestation beardjanedivorcemanifestation-

[dwtdog]

we literally manifested this talking about patches omg 😭😭😭😭

I MISSED HER SWEET DARLING FACE even when she's spitting at poor baby naomi 😭

[fairylando]

i just know, he's winning tomorrow. p3 to p1 sweep. TRUST👆 I CAN FEEL IT let him COOK.

[stormyoceans]

https://www.tumblr.com/stormyoceans/742662874874429440/its-papangs-birthday-today-lets-wish-together?source=share

It seems we did a good job with the birthday wishes.. Or.. I'm afraid to speak out loud, but what if..👀

NOT TO BE THE MOST INSUFFERABLE PERSON ON THIS SITE AS ALWAYS BUT EVERY TIME I SEE A NEW PODDPAPANG INTERACTION I GO OUR IMPACT!!!!!!!!! OURS!!!!!!!!! WE LITERALLY DID THIS WE CREATED THIS THIS DIDN'T EXIST BEFORE WE WERE HERE WE REALLY CONJURED THIS OUT OF THIN AIR AND MADE IT HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!

og quadrumvirate warriors have been in the trenches doing ground work way before gmmtv even knew of their potential we had the vision and we held it at gunpoint until the vision had us in return and when podd and papang are gonna show up together on that stage at the gmmtv 2025 lineup the world won't remember us it won't mention us but we will know who we are and what we did!!!!!!!!

WE'RE SEXY PEOPLE WITH BIG BRAINS AND IF WE MADE PODDPAPANG HAPPEN THEN NOTHING IS STOPPING US FROM MAKING THE ENTIRE QUADRANGULATION OF UNDERRATED MEN SERIES HAPPEN TOO

[warrenwaskilledbyadeer]

Having some more Amnesia thoughts today

I haven't really thought much about the ramifications of Oswald having a portal to the Other World constantly open in the Machine... how did that go?? Did any communication happen?? He mentions it pretty casually and off-hand like it's nbd (when poor Alexander spent 300 years making one lmao)

Also what did happen to the manpigs at the end of the game? They were docile but what did people like do with them? Oswald disappeared and the Machine only got turned off, not destroyed, so was the world able to investigate and put together the pieces of what he really did? Did Tasi and Henri learn about him as a historical figure who caused the manpig invasion among other things?

And also is there just a massive rift at the bottom of the Arena in the Bunker??? And did the Stalker go through it or get killed by the Shadow? I think it would be really funny if in Rebirth Tasi not only ran into Tesla pigs in the Other World but also just the freaking Stalker

[aria0fgold]

Finished all of LiEat before getting a lil tooo sick. And I love this game soooo much, bigg fan of Miwashiba's games, the style is so so pretty and scrumchy and the character designs are always soooo cool and I like the stories too. Like I love the worldbuilding LiEat has and the concept of dragons in it and I like Theo and Efi's father-daughter relationship so much especially at the end of LiEat III. That Ending art is soooo cute, like the way Efi looking up and smiling at Theo and how Theo has that lil gentle smile towards Efi like awwwww.