#we see that bc he's asked to strip naked

[the-acid-pear]

Fun fact: that's Che Guevara.

[archangeldyke-all]

For the arranged marriage au I thought it was so funny how readers mom was regretting setting her up with Sevika. Could we see more of that? Like it could be the morning after the last fic you wrote of them and they can barely get any of their responsibilities taken care of bc they’re all over each other and readers mother and sevs father has to keep reminding them 😭

That was just one thought I had so I hope that’s enough to help you out and get ideas flowing!

I LOVE THEM adl;fja;slkdj

men and minors dni

"you are in so much trouble, young lady."

you cringe in your mother's arms, her stern voice still the same after all this time.

sevika's taken you home for your third anniversary. as much as you love zaun, there's no place like home, and you've been dying to show sevika all over your kingdom since you moved to zaun.

you pull away from your hug with your mom to blink up at her. "hello to you too, mom. good to see you after all this time...?" you prompt. she rolls her eyes and pinches your cheek.

"yes, yes, you look amazing, i feel so old, i've missed you dearly. now tell me why the king of zaun has been writing me, begging me to get you under control?" she asks, her pinch on your cheek flying up to your ear.

you cringe and squirm. "mom!" you whine. "he pushes sev around too much, whaddya expect?" you manage to duck out of her pinch, and run into your dad's arms before she can grab you again.

he and sevika are laughing at the sight of the queen disciplining her daughter, and he kisses your throbbing earlobe when you hug him. "hello, dear." he greets. "it's so good to have you back. how long are you staying?"

"six months." sevika replies for you.

your mother groans at her answer.

you only end up staying for three.

about a month into your stay, you sneak sevika out of the palace walls to visit the hot springs you used to frequent as a rebellious teenager.

it takes a few nips of the liquor in the flask you'd brought along to convince her-- but you manage to get sevika to strip down naked with you and go for a swim.

it's magical, swimming and laughing and playing with your wife in the warm water, the moon your only witness.

"so this is what you did for fun growing up?" sevika asks when she's got you in her arms, your arms around her shoulders, your legs around her hips. she holds you easily in the water-- though she doesn't struggle out of the water with this either.

"this, and a whole lotta drinking games." you joke. sevika snorts.

"am i the first girl you ever brought here?" she asks.

you grin, and sevika ducks her head in embarrassment. "are you jealous baby?" you ask.

"'m a fucking princess. you're my wife. 'm not jealous." she mumbles.

you cackle, then swoop in to kiss the frown off her lips. "you're the first girl i ever brought here." you promise. her pout vanishes and she smiles.

"you're just saying that to make me feel better." she accuses. you laugh and nod along, and she groans.

"what the fuck! you brought other women here?!" she whines. your laughs are so loud, a few birds asleep in the trees overhead wake up and fly away. "who are they? i'll kill 'em." she demands.

you kiss your wife. "sev, darling, i was fifteen. we'd stick our feet in and pass a bottle-- i'd be lucky if i got a kiss." you say. she's still pouting, but it's lessening as you speak.

"so... they didn't see you naked?" she asks, her eyes ducking down to take a quick peek at your tits as she speaks. you burst into another round of laughter.

"no, they didn't. they didn't have their hands on my ass like this either." you say, gesturing to the way she's holding you. sevika's pout breaks into a cocky smile as she squeezes your asscheeks, and you giggle.

"fuckin' idiots. i'd've been all over you babe, i promise." she mumbles as she starts to press kisses down your throat. you snort.

"baby-- i've seen the royal portraits from when you were fifteen." you tease. she groans, biting your throat to keep you from speaking. you just tug her hair and continue. "i think you'd've been way too distracted by the stables and horses to give a fuck about skinny dipping."

sevika bites your shoulder and you yelp, and then she glares up at you. "you're never gonna let that go, are you?" she groans.

you giggle and shake your head no.

sevika was obsessed with horses in her adolescence, to the point where she demanded that she be painted alongside all her horses (both real and imaginary) for her fifteenth portrait. it's fucking adorable-- one of your favorite paintings of her in all of zaun. the childlike whimsy in her eyes, the excited grin on her lips, the ridiculous riding uniform that she was quickly outgrowing in the midst of puberty-- it's perfect. you've asked for a minature version to be painted so you can keep it in a locket.

sevika hates it. to distract you from your fond, adoring laughter, she pushes you against a stone, and shoves her tongue down your throat.

it's a pretty good distraction.

you moan, scratching sevika's shoulders in a weak attempt to pull her even closer to you.

just as her hand starts to trail up your thigh toward your cunt, a scandalized gasp rings out, followed by a clatter.

you and sevika jump apart, and then a moment later, sevika jumps in front of your naked body, protecting your naked body from view of your intruder.

only-- it's not an intruder.

it's holy elder reginald, and all his religious gear.

"oh my-- ladies!" he squeaks. you and sevika both cringe and quickly jump out of the water to begin dressing yourselves as reginald turns his back, but continues to shout. "it's the first full moon of spring! it's a holy day! these are holy waters! you are desecrating a landmark sacred to our peo--"

"sorry reggie!" you giggle, pulling your underwear back on and grabbing sevika's wrist. "i-i forgot about the moon magic stuff, zaun's all about the sun!"

this pisses the old man off even more, and you shrink in on yourself as he spins around to gawk at you. "the moon mag-- princess!" he scolds.

behind you, sevika tugs on your grasp. you giggle, then let her pull you back toward the dirt path you'd come in on, both of you sprinting away from the screaming old man, cackling as you run through the forest and back toward your palace.

when you get back to your room, both of you are delirious with laughter and embarrassment, laughing against one another hysterically as you try to kiss.

in the morning, your mother nearly rips your ear off your head with all the pinching she does as she scolds you. it's worth it for the way sevika blushes each time holy elder reginald attends a meeting with her, though.

two months into your visit, sevika almost causes an uprising a small fishing village when the two of you visit.

she doesn't mean to, it's just a cultural miscommunication, but you watched in horror as your wife is offered a precious, sacred scale from the great fish of your nation-- and she pops it in her mouth and starts chewing.

you gasp, choke, and then squeal. "sev, no!"

but, it's too late. she swallowed it. the ancient token of appreciation, acceptance, and leadership-- meant to be worn like a badge of honor-- right down the hatch.

"what, was there a sauce to dip it in or something?" she asks.

you had to put yourself between your wife and the mob of angry old fishermen, waving your hands and promising your people that your wife doesn't know the custom-- that most gifts in zaun are edible-- that, really, if you get to know her, she's very nice.

(then you have to rush her back home to the medic, because her stomach starts acting up and she starts shitting her pants. she spends the rest of the week in the royal infirmary.)

and then, the final straw-- three months into your visit back home, you and sevika attend a ball.

it's meant to be something lowkey and smiple-- there are a few foreign dignitaries visiting, and now that they have no children to raise, your parents are always looking for a reason to have a dance.

a casual affair-- just your family and the nobles, a few merchants, some townspeople who won tickets for a night at the palace in a lottery-- something easy and fun to take place in the courtyard on a lovely spring evening.

but then, he shows up.

sir trent. you grew up with the asshole-- his parents are invaluable consultants to your parents, but he's a worthless dickhead. constantly questioning your parents decisions, acting as if he could rule a country with ease despite the fact that he hasn't worked a day in his life, manipulating and demeaning everyone he meets in an attempt to boost his own ego.

you manage to avoid him most the night, you and sevika dancing and eating and drinking in your own little corner by the rose bushes, wrapped up in each other's eyes-- uncaring of the world around you.

but then he swaggers over, a smirk on his lips as he approaches you. "princess!" he greets.

you and sevika slow to a sway and you nod politely. "sir trent, good to see you."

"'s been a while, huh?" he asks. you nod, then turn back to sevika, assuming the conversation is over. "who's your lady friend?" he asks.

you stop in your tracks, then turn to face him fully, letting go of sevika's hips. "my wife?" you ask.

"oh, is that so?" he asks. you nod, not understanding his line of questioning. "so your parents finally relented to all your..." he waves his hand in your general direction. "stuff."

"my stuff?"

"your bullshit."

"excuse me--" sevika tries to cut in. you hold a hand up, and she stops, her chest just barely brushing your fingers.

"my bullshit?"

"how do the two of you expect to produce an heir?" he asks. "it's a disgrace to the entire royal bloodline."

"a bloodline you are not a part of." you remind him.

he scoffs, and takes a step back, his face turning red in anger. "fuck you."

"you fuckin' wish!" you laugh. trent shivers, and then his voice squeaks as he screams.

"i don't wish, princess, but if you ever need a sperm donor, i'd be willing to bend that wife of yours ov--"

you aren't sure what's happened until your knuckles start stinging.

trent's flat on his back, knocked out cold, his nose bloody. all the party guests have turned to face you, and the music's stopped.

you blink down at your hand, your knuckles bloody, and then you giggle.

oh. you think. i've always wanted to do that.

"...babe?" sevika asks.

you turn around, and sevika breaks into a grin the moment your eyes meet. "are you okay?" you ask, worried about the disgusting things he'd said to her. sevika cackles, and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.

you vaguely register the conducter counting the band off, and the music starting again. a few hoots and cheers ring out around the courtyard, and you even hear your dad's loud, proud laugh.

when sevika's hand travels down to grab your ass, your mother's eerily loud throat-clear rings out. you both jump away guiltily, and turn to face the queen as she approaches you.

"i'm sorry mom, he w--"

"don't worry, dear, sir trent's always been my least favorite of the nobles." she whispers, kissing your cheek, and reaching out to hold sevika's hand. she sighs, then rolls her eyes. "that being said, i am kicking you two out of my kingdom."

you blink. "what?"

"i ask that you return to zaun before next week-- or i will have you forcibly deported." she says. you blink again.

"what!?"

"dear, if i let you stay any longer, the two of you will cause a fucking war." she says. "i love you. i've missed you. i am so happy you and sevika are happy and in love-- but i simply cannot deal with your mayhem anymore. your ban will be lifted next year, when you will be allowed to visit again for one month. that's it."

your mother turns on her heels and marches away, and you watch her go, shocked.

under your feet, trent starts to groan and blink awake.

beside you, your wife bursts into laughter.

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hiii

just had an idea but i’m curious of your take on it : feyre, mor and reader playing twister while drunk for girls night, amren is sitting on the couch watching kinda amused while reader is in the weirdest position, they played truth or strip just before so they’re half naked (everyone has underwear lmao) and the bat boys walk in and smell/see the alcohol like “wtf is going on” and reader falls on the floor while the girls are laughing, maybe cassian wants to join… i’d like if az or cass was readers mate but i don’t mind!!

i love your work so much i keep refreshing your page so i don’t miss anything bc my notifs don’t work lmao 🫶🏼🫶🏼

girl’s night 

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Feyre and Mor come up with new games for girls night

Warnings: drinking, nudity, a bit of suggestiveness, general chaos

A/N: I appreciate you! I loved this idea so much thank you!

Everything was fine until Mor brought out whiskey. It started with truth or drink, which wasn’t too horrible, until Amren decided you, Mor, and Feyre had enough - and snatched the bottle away, stalking out of the room to hide it somewhere else.

When she was gone, Feyre got the brilliant idea to play truth or strip. 

“But,” 

“There’s always a but,” you groaned, ignoring her glare. 

“If you choose ‘strip’ the other person decides what you take off.” Mor met your eyes, and raised a brow, as if she was saying ‘are you going to chicken out?’ Teeth dug into your bottom lip, before you turned back to Feyre and accepted her challenge. There’s no way in hell you’d be the one to turn down a challenge. 

“Why aren’t we playing truth or dare?” You asked anyway. 

“Last time,” Amren picked at one of her nails with a tiny bone, “Mor broke Rhysand’s favorite clock.” 

“I bought a new one.” She muttered. 

When Feyre not so innocently asked what made you scream so loud the night before, you lost your shirt. Amren took up guard on the couch, watching the three of you with a grin on her face - and you got the distinct sense she would be holding this against you for a while. 

Feyre cut her game off when the three of you were in various states of undress, preventing you from being fully naked in her sitting room, and Mor rolled out the surprise she’d been hiding all night. 

Some kind of rug with various different colored dots on it. She clapped her hands together, and started explaining. 

-

You heard the door open and shut, the sounds of three pairs of footsteps coming down the hall, and realized you had no time to disentangle yourself from the mess you were in. 

One arm slid under Feyre, who was on all fours - her ass up in the air to keep give you enough room to touch the dot. Your feet were spread apart, hips up in the air as your other hand supported you, balancing precariously. 

“I have no idea how you’re doing that.” Mor humphed, sitting off to the side - she’d already lost her round. 

Amren called out, “right hand on yellow.” Feyre’s turn. The door creaked open, just as she tried to reach under you, but knocked off balance and fell, letting out a small shriek.

“FEYRE GO OVER.” Mor yelled, ten seconds too late, you were already falling, Feyre rolling right over you, as you tumbled after her. You blinked your eyes open to see three, very confused looking males in the doorway, and flopped back down with a groan. Mor could explain this one. 

“Who gave my mate whiskey?” Azriel’s amused voice came through. 

“And why are you all half-naked?” Rhys purred. 

You lifted your head enough to glance down. You were actually half naked, completely in your underwear. A glance at Feyre and Mor - they were both the same. At least you’d coordinated. 

“It’s …” you stumbled over words, “new fashion.” 

Azriel’s face loomed above you, wings flared out like he was covering you from the rest - your shirt in one hand, his other hand held out for you. You took it, head spinning as he hauled you to your feet, slipping your shirt over you as you protested. 

“How did you lose your shirt?” He asked mildly, tugging you into his side. 

“Feyre asked an inappropriate question.” Feyre stuck her tongue out at you, and you returned the gesture. 

“They played truth or strip,” Amren sighed. 

“Traitor,” Mor taunted, receiving a half-hearted snarl in reply. Rhys’s eyes darted between the two, watching to see if he would de-escalating a potential fight. 

“She asked,” Mor started and you lunged forward, slapping a hand over her mouth. 

“What happens in girls night, stays in girls night.” You hissed at her as Azriel pulled you away. 

“I think you need to go to bed.” He shepherded you out of the room, wing blocking the threatening glares you were sending to Mor and Feyre.

[forlorn-crows]

Crowwwww what do you think about Mountain coming to Aeon one winter afternoon and inviting him for a nap. Aeon jumping at the opportunity, getting into Mount's room and immediately starting to strip. Mountain giving him a look like ???? when he sees, asking Aeon what he's doing. Aeon like...uhhhh aren't we fucking? And that's how Mountain finds out that the new guy has only been in other beds for sex reasons and has never just...cuddled and dozed off with anyone. Makes him a lil sad, so he just tells Aeon to put his shirt back on and srawl in and when Mount gets him spooned against his chest and wraps an arm around him Aeon’s just like....o h.

:3

i know who you are

poor guy. just assumed mountain wanted him for sex. not that he was turning it down, obviously, but the look mountain gives him when he starts shucking his clothes makes him freeze w/confusion.

and mount just wanted a cuddle. looking at him so puzzled like "...you want to cuddle naked or...?"

staring at each other until mountain shakes his head and kindly steers him to the bed to lie down. presses himself up against aeon's back and settles into the covers, one big hand pressed against his sternum.

"you sure you dont wanna---"

"no, aeon, just---breathe, relax." smooths his thumb over his chest in little movements.

"oh. okay."

its probably so foreign to him, nonsexual intimacy. maybe he's never had that in his life before this one, wherever you want to believe that was. just assumes now that bed equals sex. again, not that hes complaining at all. but now that hes snuggled with mountain pressed against his back it feels . . . nice. different. warm.

he loses himself a little, eyes going droopy, only for them to snap open when some crackly, rumbly noise sounds from deep within his ribcage.

mountain huffs a laugh behind him, already anticipating the question he asks

"is that coming from me?" but its all shaky bc of the purring

"yeah, you're purring. we do that." and mountain kicks up his own, deeper and rumbling between them both and aeon chirps at how funny it feels. but huh, it is nice to just. lie there. not do anything, yet be close to someone else.

mountain's a lil sad about it internally; have the others really just been tossing him around from bed to bed only for fucking? so maybe some part of him is glad he got to be the one to show him.

but aeon of course, gets over his momentary embarrassment pretty quickly after he's spooned by a big earth ghoul. and def will be asking for a nap again later.

[fickle-fixations]

Do you ever just have your brain turned to absolute mush by a character and then you hear a concept and then your brain just smashes the two together for no apparent reason? Yeah.

Behold my first completed and published """"work"""" in years:

Imagine being a manager at a strip club, where Anselm only has eyes for you

warnings: inaccurate depiction of sex work, mention of public sex, me being out of practice/bad at writing, possible poor characterization of Anselm bc he's so hard to hear and there's so little to go off of

Special thanks to all the Moon Knight/Oscar Isaac writers on Tumblr who introduced me to him, especially @iolaussharpe-24

Anselm is bored one day and goes to a strip club with his men

He’s not really into the strippers

You’re like the handler? Of the girls. You’re not in charge but it’s your job to take care of them - providing them with supplies they need, negotiating services like private dances with clients, roaming the shadows of the club and reporting patrons to security when they engage in untolerated behavior

You notice Anselm hanging back, sipping a drink and politely shoo-ing girls with a wave of his hand, as his men revel in the performances

You knew his type. The way he felt no need for attention in a place designed to give men attention. He was a man who wanted for nothing.

You strike up a conversation with the man

“It’s not often we get one of you in here - someone who’s not interested in the dancers. My girls are the best in the city.”

Anselm had to admit, the club was very high class and the girls were putting on quite a show, but he just wasn’t interested

“I’m a powerful man miss,”

you offered your last name

“Miss L/N. If I wanted women all over me, I would have them. I would have any woman I want.”

 He went on. “I simply felt incredibly and uncharacteristically generous tonight and decided to indulge my men.”

He gestured to the group of men, all in black suits, who were crowded around the main stage

You were starting to see dollar signs in the glint of the colored lights as it refracted in his whiskey glass. You were going to turn this man into a regular client

You leaned against the arm of the seat next to him

“That is quite generous of you, but I’m still surprised you’re not having any fun for yourself, even if it’s not with them, Mr?” 

“You can call me Anselm.”

“You know watching isn’t cheating, Anselm.” you smiled playfully. There had to be another reason he wasn't throwing money at the girls himself. No one could resist your girls. “I take it you have someone special back at home?”

He grinned, more like a predator bearing its teeth than a smile

“No, I don’t Miss L/N, but like I said…”

He looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on your hips. You’d never seen a man look with so much lust at a woman in a button down shirt and dress pants while in a room full of naked women.

He continued, “I can get anyone I want.”

You tried to move past the comment and make conversation with him. You talked for about an hour. You hadn’t meant to ignore the rest of your job and spend that much time on him, but he was fascinating, in a way. You spent much of the conversation listening to him tell you funny stories about his men and how incompetent they were. His stories were accented by some tangents about his obscure interests, and some remarks about current events in the city, about which he would ask your opinion and listen attentively. Any passerby who didn’t know you might have thought the two of you were on a date - the way you laughed at his anecdotes and seemed intrigued by nearly everything he said. You were caught off guard when the topic shifted to you and he asked you some questions about your work. Even your longest standing, high-class clients had never even thought to get to know the person who supplied their entertainment. It made you suddenly realize you weren’t on a date, and had work to get back to. 

You stood, and took a business card from a small case in your pocket

“It’s been lovely chatting with you, Anselm, but I should go and check on the girls.”

“Ah, of course. And likewise, Miss L/N.”

You offered your hand for him to shake, but he just took it lightly in his own for a moment and nodded before letting go.

“I hope we’ll be seeing you and your men back here soon.” you said, and handed him your card. 

He tucked it into a pocket on the inside of his suit and patted it gingerly.

“Yes,” he said, “You’ll be hearing from me.”

He called you two weeks later, asking if you offered any in-home services for private parties. 

You’d been surprised to hear from him directly. You hadn’t expected him to call at all, and high-rolling clients usually had assistants make such arrangements for them.

You told him the price and the rules, including that some members of your own security would have to be present. 

He didn’t hesitate at the price, and said that he would deal with his men himself if they got out of line, though he eventually consented for you to have two of your security staff present ��Only because I like you Miss L/N.”

At the party, he again paid no attention to the dancers, or even his guests, and just sat talking with you in a corner, away from the lights but close enough that you could still keep an eye on things

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” 

He’d asked about three times now, and you again reminded him that you were working and couldn’t

“Well we’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we? How about we get a drink tomorrow, without all these lovely ladies present. You can leave Miss L/N at home; I would like to get to know [your first name].”

“I’ll check her schedule.” you said, keeping your professional tone though you couldn’t fully stop yourself from smiling

“I have a feeling she’ll be free, Miss L/N.”

He rose, and walked behind where you sat, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Like I told you,”

He leaned down until his beard brushed your cheek and you felt his warm breath on your ear as he whispered: “Anyone I want.”

After your first date you couldn’t get enough of him, and he seemed to feel the same, as he hired your girls several more times in the next few months, holding extravagant parties and spending an overwhelming amount of money, seemingly just to spend time with you.

After a few of these parties you made arrangements to take your own car the next time he hired you.

That night you wore a dress that was shorter and had a lower neckline than usual. It was still all black, to keep you out of sight in the shadows.

“The entertainment is here, Mr. Vogelweide.” one of his staff told him

He turned to greet you, but as soon as he saw you he froze. He in-took a sharp breath, his posture straightening, and his mouth opened ever so slightly on its own accord. He rarely got to see you in anything besides your very conservative outfits, which were designed to not pull any attention to yourself that could be going to the dancers. 

He placed a hand on the small of your back as he walked you further into his home.

“I didn’t realize clients were allowed to see you like this, Miss L/N.” he said in a hushed tone

“It's only because I like you, Mr. Vogelweide.”

When the last of the girls were leaving, Anselm rose to walk you out, but instead you went to the bar and got a drink.

“I thought you couldn’t drink while you were working.”

“I’m not anymore.”

"You little minx."

From then on, his hands didn't leave your body for the rest of the night

You soon ended up on his lap, instead of your usual place by his side, with his hands roaming your thighs and his face buried in your neck as you played with his hair.

“I hope your other clients… don’t get… this kind of service.” He said, his words punctuated by kisses along your neck

Your hand cupped his cheek, guiding him away from your neck, and smiled, shaking your head before you leaned in to kiss him.

Throughout your career at the club, you’d worked almost every night because you didn’t trust anyone else to watch out for the girls, which left you with little time to spend with Anselm outside of his parties. After he had hired your services a few more times you had eventually been able to convince the owners to promote one of the dancers who wanted the job to be your second. The exorbitant tips that Anselm left after every party didn’t hurt your case.

Now that you had her help, you spent most of your free nights with Anselm. And most of those mornings. And many of your days.

He invited you into his world; his secret kingdom within this city, whose reach stretched throughout the world

When you found out what he did for a living, it didn’t much faze you, and you knew that was because you were so blinded by your love for him. You could deal with the moral implications in hell. 

He rarely threw his extravagant parties anymore. He had never much liked the parties themselves, only the woman who came with the hired entertainment. 

The few times he did, it was for the thrill of taking you, as you sat on his lap in that shadowy corner that was fully yours now, just like he was. It was where you had spent so many hours in conversation - where he had first given you his heart.

I may get rid of this later and make it better but idk it really made me feel like posting something for once

thanks for reading 😘

[brotherwtf]

a jealous clegan drabble bcs I'm losing my grip on reality

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The bar is hot and muggy, and Gale feels his eyes droop from the scent of smoke and incense. It was pleasant about an hour ago, but now he's exhausted and sweaty. John's chatter is like white noise to Gale's ears and he just lets the sounds wash over him.

He's working up the courage to ask John to go home when a perky woman sidles up to John's side and starts making conversation. Gale rolls his eyes and situates himself further onto the bar stool. This night just got a whole lot longer.

Gale tries to ignore the way the girl is looking at John, or the way she pushes her arms under he breasts to shove them up further, or that she's licking her lips and flicking her eyes down to John's every third word he says. Gale rolls his eyes and tries not to gag.

She's smiling saccharine sweet when Gale finally tunes into what she's saying.

"Well maybe we could go back to my place, you know, do what we did back in college," She muttered, and god if eyes could strip a man of his clothes, John would be naked.

Gale fumes at the words, clenching his fists against the table of the bar. Who does she think she is? Can she not see him right there, watching his boyfriend get so openly flirted with?

"Hey, John," Gale says and John instantly turns around.

Gale grabs John's jaw and brings him in for an obnoxious kiss, purposefully making a loud noise and spying the appalled look on the girls face.

"I'm getting tired, let's go home," Gale says and John nods quickly, bidding the girl a kind goodbye before taking Gale's hand and leading him outside the bar.

Gale smirks and turns back to the girl, mouthing He's mine and letting John take him back to the car.

There's a tension so thick during the drive home you could cleave it with an axe. Gale crosses his arms and refuses to look at John, and he can tell John is sweating from the lack of attention.

When they get back to their apartment, Gale still doesn't look at John and goes to sit on the couch, making sure to huff loudly when he sits. He spies John from the corner of his eye nervously taking off his shoes and putting up the keys before following Gale into their living room.

"Gale, what's wrong, doll?" John asks, sitting next to Gale on the couch.

Gale does nothing except point at the space between his knees, still not looking at John. John easily slides off of the couch, kneeling between Gale's open legs and looking up at him through brown eyelashes. Gale finally looks down at John and smirks. How easily John bends at his whim, how easily John does what he's told. He brings one of his hands up and caresses John's cheek, running a thumb over the sharp angle of his cheekbones.

"Who was that at the bar, John?" Gale asks and can feel John shakily sigh against his hand.

"Some girl I messed around with in college, didn't even know she lived around here," John mutters.

Gale clicks his tongue, shaking his head and looking down at John with his icy blue eyes.

"Well what would have happened if I wasn't there, huh? Probably would have fucked you right there, god she looked desperate," Gale mutters, hand trailing up to John's hair and tangling his fingers in it gently.

John pants gently, tucking his face against Gale's knee and shaking his head.

"No... no I didn't wan' fuck her," John says and Gale chuckles at the slurred words.

Gale's grip gets tighter on John's hair and relishes in the scrunch of his eyebrows together at the pressure.

"No? Is that so, darling. Well who do you wanna fuck?" Gale asks, voice sweet and smooth like molasses on his tongue.

John whimpers at the words and the pressure in his hair, trying to tuck his face deeper into Gale's thigh.

"You, only you Gale. Only wanna fuck you," John moans, sticking his tongue out to touch the course material of Gale's jeans.

Gale hums in approval, massaging John's scalp and bringing his other hand up to caress his cheek again.

"There's my good boy, all mine, hmm? All mine," Gale says and tugs John's hair until he's back in Gale's lap.

John leans forward and crashes their lips together, and Gale hums, continuing to massage John's hair and sighing into the kiss. John's hands find Gale's waist and lift him from the couch, wrapping his legs around his waist and allowing Gale to deepen the kiss. Gale pulls away panting, and smiles down at John.

"Take me to bed?" Gale asks.

And John moans again on Gale's lips, bringing them to the bedroom and allowing Gale to claim him as his own.

guys how did that happen

[angel-of-the-moons]

Idk how tumblr works so, apologies ig this isnt a request place.

But i was thinking poly johnny cage and kenshi x reader, where its just fluff with johnny and reader helping kenshi get dressed, bc hes blind, or something like that♡

Gods im soft for this poly relationship😫

Nahhh you getting something because ashslnsl this shit is cute as fuuuuck

Little Wonders

Kenshi x Johnny x Reader

TW/CW: None!

A/N: This is what I was talking about @crimsonbubble lol

🗡️🎥🗡️🎥🗡️🎥🗡️🎥🗡️🎥

Yet again, Kenshi ripped the shirt open to try and rebutton it. He had been at it for almost twenty minutes, now; having to undo the pearl baubles and slip them back into their holes again.

Only to find that this time, he was not one--but two buttons off and the shirt was still lopsided.

He let out a frustrated hiss and yanked the buttons free, this time snagging one so hard the little object popped out of its stitching and skittered across the bedroom floor.

Hanging his head in defeat, Kenshi felt around until he found the foot of your ridiculously large bed, plopping down and sinking into the downy soft mattress with a hefty sigh.

Kenshi could easily call Sento to him; use the magic sword to grant him his sight so he could see enough to map out the buttons, to get dressed by himself like a grown adult should be able to do.

But without Sento, he was as blind as a newborn kitten. And Sento wasn't a crutch. Kenshi needed to learn how to do things without his eyes, to adjust. Because it's not exactly subtle or publicly acceptable to carry a goddamn katana with you to a red carpet event. Which is what he had been trying to get ready for. He just wanted to wait until you and Johnny were preoccupied with swimming out some of your pre-event jitters in his pool to try, to get some of the privacy he needed to spare his dignity. He needed to learn how to do this, how to cope...

He couldn't walk around like you or Johnny without some sort of aid, couldn't dress himself properly anymore... he was damn lucky he could still feed himself without assistance.

"Oh, Kenshi..." He heard you sigh from the threshold of your bedroom door. You and Johnny smelled like the chlorine from the pool; your bathing suits had been stripped away and you both wore your plush bath robes to ward the chill off your naked bodies.

"If you'd asked us, we could have helped you, Ken." Johnny replied as well, moving to sit next to him as you began to gently unbutton the expensive silk blouse.

"You shouldn't have to." He retorted, "I should be able to do it--"

"Hush." You say to him gently, your fingers gently touching his lips to quiet him. Johnny slipped a hand around the back of Kenshi's neck, kneading the thick knots of tension he found there. His mouth twisted briefly into a slight frown when he felt just how tense he was.

"C'mon, babe!" Johnny said. Kenshi could practically hear the cock-eyed smirk Johnny had on his face. "You know we don't mind. Though, taking your shirt off is more fun than putting one on--"

"Oi! Shut it!" You snort, swatting at him before putting Kenshi's popped shirt on the dresser before pulling out one of Johnny's to put on him.

"Abuse! Abuse!" Johnny laid across his lap dramatically, feigning injury. "Oh, oh my god! Kenshi, do you hear how our lovely partner is treating me?! I swear, I should have you locked up!"

He can't help but smile, despite it all. It never failed. Whenever he was down in the dumps, dealing with his new "handicap" as he so deprecatingly referred to it as, the two of you swooped in to cheer him up, pulling a smile out of him when he thought there was none to be had.

"Hah! Like they'd believe you, you drama queen." You scoff, flicking him in his nose. "Now get up, you cry baby!"

Johnny snickered and laughed as he sat up, crawling onto the bed so he was sitting behind Kenshi, his legs spread to wrap around him from behind casually as he leaned back on his hands.

"Kenshi, hands." You hum to him, brushing a hand through his short dark hair, bringing your hand down to touch his cheek, your thumb caressing the corners of where his eyes used to be, feeling the cratered scars left behind by Mileena's sais.

He complies, his body posture softening as you and Johnny help him slip into the soft, buttery smooth shirt.

Johnny buttons his cuffs while you button his front.

"I..." Kenshi tried to find the words; anything to say to the two of you about why you shouldn't be helping him, that he needs to relearn these things on his own.

Johnny interrupts him first: "Nope." He hums, burying his face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the mixed scent of his own shirt and Kenshi's favorite body wash that still lingered on his skin.

"Can already hear those gears working on your head, Ken. Stop it."

"We're a team, Kenshi." You say to him, cupping his cheeks in your hand as Johnny effectively becomes a human koala bear.

"And we aren't going to let you struggle on your own. It's not weakness to ask for help from those you love. A strong individual knows you can't survive without it."

"Without what exactly?" He sighed, relaxing into the two of you.

"Love, you fuckin' goober." You snicker, leaning down to kiss him, his stubble brushing your face softly.

If he could, Kenshi Takahashi would have cried.

[bluejutdae]

Thank you for fulfulling every seolars/changbins stans dreams with this biker drabble/imagine bc its everythink and now that these pictures are out (istg changbin got inspiration from you) can we have a full on ff about ~sexy~ biker!changbin?

Just an idea!🫶🫶

Not a full in fic cause it seems like I can’t write it, but here’s part 2 of Biker!Changbin! Very sexy I hope…

Biker Changbin (part 2)

Biker!Changbin who grabs your hands while you’re sitting behind him on his bike and circles his waist, making you clasp them on his soft tummy, sadly hidden by his heavy black leather jacket. The bike purrs under your thighs and the adrenaline is high due to the speed.

Biker!Changbin who, when he stops at a red light, rests his hands on your thighs, caressing them and squeezing. It’s only natural for your hands to brush against his groin on their way under this jacket, to end up lightly kneading at the soft layer of skin and fat over his abs. And if he groans, aroused even from that little stimulation, then that’s between him and his helmet.

Biker!Changbin who drives fast just to bring you to the perfect spot for stargazing, far from the city light and far from wandering eyes, because not even 10 minutes after you’re there, he has you sitting on his spot and him on yours, facing each other with your legs around his waist, kissing messily and wet.

Biker!Changbin who can’t help himself but to strip you of your shirt to look at you, lit only by the light of the moon and looking unreal half naked on his bike. And he needs needs needs to whisper sweet words into your neck. “So pretty, you’re so pretty.” It doesn’t matter that he’s been hard since you put your hands under his jacket, you’re his priority. That’s why he keeps on kissing you, your neck, your chest, your stomach, and with deft fingers he unbuttons your jeans and makes space for his hands, fingers looking for that part of you that makes you gasp.

Biker!Changbin pushing you against his boner, thumb playing with your clit and a smile on his lips because he adored all the sounds you’re making for him. “You’re mine. Just mine.” He growls after a particularly delicious bite on your skin. “Say it”. And who are you not to comply with his request? “I’m yours, Binnie. Only yours.” Your words spurs him on and he doubles his efforts to have you come on his fingers.

Biker!Changbin who can’t wait anymore and lowers your remaining clothes just enough to see your wet pussy when he bends you over his bike, chest pressed on the warm leather seat and cunt in the air, even more dripping because of the thrill of being seen. He knows no one ever comes here, but it’s exciting nonetheless. His sticky fingers prod at your entry, preparing you to accommodate him. His other hand’s fingers dug into the softest part of your ass, bordering on bruising, spreading you open.

Biker!Changbin using your wetness to coat himself, letting a groan escape from his lips as your knees tremble for the anticipation and the adrenaline and the lust. He enters you slowly, teasing both of you and bottoming with a deep sigh. After the initial sweetness, he’s nothing but relentless. His clean hand reaches your head and closes itself around your hair, making you arch and making him shift inside you in the perfect direction.

Biker!Changbin who can’t keep his mouth shut and between moans and groans he whispers words of worship, about your beauty, about your body, about how wet and tight you are around him. Circling your waist with his arms he sneaks his hands between your legs, smart fingers coaxing delicious and erotic sounds from you. You tighten your legs, assaulted by his double attack, but he’s an expert lover and it’s not even 2 minutes later you’re shaking and clenching around his cock.

Biker!Changbin who’s so so sweet when he asks for something, low in your ear, a plea: “baby, baby, can I-“ suddenly too shy to openly ask. But you know him well. Pressing your back to his chest, you nod. “Inside, big boy. I want it all inside.” That’s all he takes for him to squeeze you with his strong arms, still in his leather jacket, and cum deep inside you.

Biker!Changbin who, despite having just fucked you under the stars, is still a gentleman. so he helps you clean yourself and kneels to button back up your jeans, leaving a kiss on your hip. He recollects your shirt and watches you get dressed again, as enthralled by it as he is when you undress. He kisses you softly, grabs your helmet and clasps the buckle, making sure it’s fastened properly so you won’t risk being hurt. On the ride home, your arms circle his torso and he loves every moment of it, loves feeling your chest pressed against his back, loves knowing you’re so close to him.

Biker!Changbin who burns himself trying to make breakfast quietly. The steel spatula clangs way too loudly when it touches the floor, and Bin’s curse is just a little quieter than it. So much for trying to make breakfast while you sleep so he can wake you up with the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes. The fruit is fresh and diced, carefully placed in a cute cup on the tray, near it there is hot coffee, pancakes and a cute single flower he had to climb on the fire escape stairs to steal from the upstairs neighbor’s vase, just for you.

[ilysungho]

thought 1 ( of at least 2 but potentially more bc i'm slowly going into a slight spiral and now have a new page in my notes app of things i need to yell about because my twt feed made me think . 😵‍💫 ) the kkeomchiz brainrot is so evident whenever i have it BUT HEAR ME OUT...... what do you think of loser!taesan x popular brat!reader..... or popular brat!sungho x loser!reader..... or alternatively both loser!taesan x reader ( ur choice bc idk how to make it work rn oop 😭 ) x popular brat!sungho at the same time........ WHO SAID THAT 🫣🫣 i fully blame a preppy sungho pic that the tl recommended me + a losercore taesan vid lmao 😭 also take the term brat how u wish whether that just be snobby esque popular kid or literal brat 🙂‍↕️ brain is imagining either or & it's NOT looking good for me 😵‍💫 - 🦋

send as many as you want love!! i love answering your asks <3 also kkeomchiz is… So strong. to me. like they’re everything to me, i love my cats so bad 😭 we need more kkeomchiz truthers!!

ok so. loser!taesan x loser!reader x popular-brat!sungho is very much making me think about two subs and a dom. in sungho’s case, i can see him being more so bratty because of being a popular kid but not actually a brat, but loser!taesan would be SUCH a brat… he wants things to go his way so badly but every time, sungho snatches all the power away with just a simple word. i can be threesomes being sungho having you wrapped around his finger while taesan is forced to just watch and do nothing even though he’s just oozing out precum while thinking about and even saying how it should be his dick inside your pretty parts. taesan gets sooo jealous but secretly he LOVES being tortured like a whore <3

alternatively, loser!taesan x popular-brat!reader x popular-brat!sungho would entail some very pervy thoughts being shared between the two guys as they strip you naked in a semi-public space. taesan would just loveeee trying to make you scream even though you’re trying so hard not to because you don’t want to get caught. on the other hand, sungho would be kissing you so much and SO hard that he has you moaning into his mouth. they’d both want to watch you take their cocks at once but they’re not that stupid to spend hours outside! luckily taesan’s got a pretty big car for the three of you <3 (in this scenario, i can see this being like brat taming with you as the brat!)

in either scenario, i can see it eventually starting off being tame for a threesome but as time goes on, they just really and truly become threesomes, kissing and cock sucking and fucking always happening between the three of you hehe and it doesn’t stop until one of you three is so spent to even move (most likely you)

[lorynna]

a terf once raped me, she kept humping me and licked my pussy, she kept rubbing my clit until i came and when i did, she told me i could never be straigth because i came to her, then she stripped down my clothes, revealing my huge tits she kept licking and sucking them and held my huge pillowy breasts until i became very sensetive, then she opened my legs wide putting her fingers in me violently, i screamed with pain, she took a picture of me like as blackmail that so i would never tell anything about her to anyone, she stripped and got on top of me to forcefully scissored with me and she kept riding me, until we both came, i was 13 and she was 25 btw, she called me her little loli and sat on my face, i was forced to eat her out

then she used her blackmail to lure me into a forest where she tied me up to a tree naked and raped me all day, took a pic of me there and sent it to 4chan so i would get raped by multiple pedophilic men, i was left in that forest for weeks getting all my holes used and abused, my cunt was soaked by 50 year old male cum and absulutaly abused and raped like the fucktoy i was, then right when i was about to die, she came in with 5 differant men and got my used, disgusting cum soaked body in a werehouse somewhere, where they made hours of childporn, i was used in all of my holes, she got naked with me and got fucked by all these old men, i got taugth my place as a female, my only purpose is to serve men just as they want,

she demanded to fuck my 8 year old sister so i called her to have sex with us too, she was an innocent virgin cutie with an unused adorable pink cunny that got raped by multiple men, i made her suck my huge tits as i rubbed her cute flat chest, she had hot incest sex and scissoreed for hours, making the most viewed sex tape in the world, my dad upon seeing that his daugthers are fucking slutty cunts stopped holding himself back and finally raped us, we had more sex and make more child porn using our cute loli bodied to make a revolution to show the world that little girls and female cunts that should be used by men <3 after that it was legal to rape any cute girl outside and little cute lolis were being raped left and rigth <33 cute sounds of little girls moaning made me really horny and i was a cute girl with huge tits always walking naked bc of it!! and i kept raping little kids whenever i saw them

i pimped out my babies to porn studios bc that females purpose to be cute sex toys, all the cum that was used to soak me in cum was reused to fuck more little girls <3

little girls are sexy

lolis and hot

having sex with little girls is normal,

fuck little girls, little girls need to be raped by men

their cute cunnies should get used and their mouths used until they cant scream from the cum in it anymroe<3

it's kind of sad that asks like this don't trigger anything in me anymore. not sadness, not disbelief, not anger. I'm kind of numb against these kind of texts if it makes sense.

The only thing I am is being deeply disgusted with this paragraph and I hope this perverted, mentally sick male who wrote this does not pose a real threat to anyone who is in their lives. the only thing that makes me sad is wondering if this male has any friends or even a partner that does not know about the kind of shit he puts out on the internet. that's the only thing I'm truly concerned about. receiving this does not make a difference in my life, altho I do wonder what the intention was behind writing and pasting this in my inbox.

is this the hate you get from males because you're a woman speaking out in the name of feminism? do you want me to be triggered by this? do you think this is the worst I've seen?

This is deeply evil and you should rot in hell for this, Anon.

[strawberrystepmom]

Miss Berry, have you and yami ever played strip poker before? And if you have how did it go? 🌚

NANA I’ve sat on this bc I wanted to write a little something fjdjdjdkdkd but yes we have im a notoriously terrible poker player although im earnest and try very hard but ufjfjfjdjdjdj anyway here’s a little something I wrote thank you for asking and for the inspo <333

“Pick what you want gone first and I’ll do the honors.”

It’s clear that despite how precocious he’s managed to help you become, there are times where he still catches you at least slightly off guard. 

While you may have suggested strip poker to begin with, an overconfident part of you naively believing you may be able to win, the reality sinks in when you lose the first hand. Your cheeks warm, faced with the prospect of choosing what article you’d like to remove first, a slight dread filling your gut. Awkwardly, you gaze down at your overdressed form - skirt and shift and top and belt and stockings. 

“I have far more to lose than you do,” you mumble and he chuckles, leaning across the bed the two of you sit on facing one another.

He can’t continue to watch you struggle, as adorable as it is when you’re flustered. “Y’know what, let’s start here.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, mouth just above your ear and chin resting atop your head. In all of his fondness, he reaches behind your head for the tidy braided updo you’ve twisted your hair into to keep it off of your face. Thick fingers slowly unwind the strands of one of your braids, the pieces gently falling down currently clothed shoulders. The second braid follows suit, his fingers gently running through each strand. 

 Like a true gentleman, he takes his responsibilities as your teacher seriously after all. 

“There we go.” 

Yami smiles when he leans back and catches sight of you hiding one of your own, lips pressed together. Your face remains warm but your posture gradually opens up, being lent the slightest bit of temporary courage. Gazing up at him, eyes round and sparkling, you don’t bother hiding that smile for much longer.

“Shall we draw again?” Your suggestion makes him laugh and he shrugs, leaning further back and squinting to appraise the situation. “Why, you feelin’ lucky or something? You’re already on a losing streak.”

You scoff, frowning at him.

“Is it really accurate to call it a losing streak if we have only played one hand, Captain?”

You reach for the deck of cards and dole out one at a time in front of your folded legs and his. Warmth simmers in your cheeks while the weight of his gaze bears down on you, gray eyes tracing your movements as you make them. He picks up the cards once you’ve placed two, fanning them out and holding them inches away from his face. 

With a giggle, you do the same and glance at him over the tops of the cards, nervous to see what you’ve been given to work with. Peering down briefly, you sigh. 

Bad hand. You frown and Yami laughs, shaking his head. “Haven’t you ever heard of a poker face?” He adds a card to his own hand, three of them fanned out. 

Rolling your eyes, you pluck a card off of the pile and add it to your hand. Appraising the numbers, the corner of your lip lifts in a smile and you are caught. 

“Not so fast. What are you betting?”

Yami raises a brow, eyes narrowed. You remove one hand from your cards and lift the hem of your dress slightly enough to show him a peek of your stockings. 

“These. You may even do the honors of removing them.” Sighing, you smile. “And your bet?”

Another card is drawn for each of you. You attempt to maintain your confidence, squaring your shoulders. 

“Well the downside to having less to lose is that I’ll get naked faster,” he grumbles and scrubs a hand over his stubbly chin. “You can have my shirt if I lose.” 

You raise a brow this time, leaning back and humming to yourself. Wordlessly, you pull another card from the deck. Your eyes widen and you add it to your hand, pressing the cards against your mouth to hide the smile that shows you’ve won. 

“A straight.”

You show the cards to him, fanned out. He exhales a wicked chuckle, sending a chill down your spine. 

“Full house.” 

Sighing, you glance at his hand and confirm it’s true. He tosses the cards aside and reaches for your ankles, gently scooting you across the bed. Unfolding one of your legs, he reaches up your dress and hooks his thumb into one of your stockings. Slowly rolling it back, he smiles down at you with his hair hanging over his face charmingly. 

“What did I tell you about overconfidence? And to think you believed you’d had one on me.” Rolling your eyes, you lay back on the bed. “Almost saw me naked and everything.”

Giggling, you shake your head. 

“You’re ridiculous.”

He switches legs, pulling down your second stalking with painful precision. Your skin dances beneath his fingers, warm and electric and aching for more than just innuendo.  

“And you’re a sore loser.” 

It may be true but you will not give him the satisfaction of admitting it, folding your arms over your chest. Yami crawls over you, big knees and hands on either side of you, framing your body. 

“C’mon, get up, you’ve got more to give me.”

[hihimissamericanbi]

oh HELLO SMUT IDEAS

celine you're brillant all of these are amazing HOW CAN I CHOOSE

but hmmm ok i'm going to say:

Make your fuckboi jealous at the club. regulus making either james or barty jealous?

and

Maybe time for some suffocating roommates to lovers tension solved via a stubborn ass game. ROSEKILLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR or maybe pandora x barty (do they have a ship name? idk) OR lily x barty x evan could be fun

Alrighty crow boy let's see what we can do here. This gets p explicit by the end so... oops?

Jealous fuckboi was fleshed out in a previous ask, BUT using your prompt, I'd say in this case Regulus is at pandora's birthday party. He had JUST gotten brutally dumped by barty, like, that day or something. Really really raw, fresh wounds. Barty is a dick but he's the skittles' dick even with all the shit he pulls so he is also at the party, already all over someone else. Regulus is both furious and heartbroken (remember, he is a sad wet cat on the inside). Enter: James motherfucking Potter, tits out, eyes only for Regulus. "Where's your boyfriend Reggie?" "Oh you mean that asshat over there with his tongue down some guy's throat?" James is like 😈😈😈😈😈 fuck yes reggie is FINALLY single it's JAMIE TIME or something equally cringe inside his head. So he just completely destroys Regulus with some smoking hot sexy banter, lays it on real thick, and soon flirting becomes dancing and dancing becomes making out and holy shit James is so fucking hot I can't believe he's touching me like this meanwhile James is like wanted you for so long let's show him how pretty you look bent over for someone else and James spins Regulus around and bends him over so his ass is in the air as James grinds up against it.

It barely passes for "dancing"

And when he hauls Regulus back up he whispers in his ear from behind, look baby he's watching, all for you. He's the dumbest fuck on the planet for letting me get my hands on you. I'm going to ruin you for him and for anyone else.

Praise kink sex in the club bathroom ensues.

Ok ok so for roommate plus tension-filled game I'm going to take lily×rosekiller bc I am not super familiar with rosekiller as a ship BUT I have seen the little sprinklings of throwing Lily in there with them and I LOVE POLY SHIPS so let's go.

Rosekiller established. Lily is their roommate, who they met through Pandora. It's really important that the vibes from the get go is ANYONE CAN HIT IT for all three of them. Pan bi queer whatever they identify as it's basically Hot People Are Hot (aka same sexuality as us irl tbh). So there's a lot of rosekiller just LEERING at Lily shamelessly and vice versa. It's not just rosekiller being extra handsy with each other when she's around or "accidentally" leaving the door open that one time or being intentionally loud when they know she's home. So finally they are stuck home one night together because Lily's plans got canceled and rosekiller are like oh no 😈 play a game with us? 😊

I'm going to make them play strip never have I ever. So the real tension/sexiness of the story is in the stripping, and the leering getting more and more out of control, and the completely out of pocket comments about each other's bodies. And it's extra fun because we have a mix of genders and bodies going on here (Trans Evan? Trans Evan.) But yeah I love this set up because no matter what body the reader has chances are they can find some body parts to relate to in this story and those parts are going to get specifically called out and praised and told it's hot.

The sex finally happens when Evan is the first one to be totally totally naked and his cock is wet and swollen and peaking out from his folds and Lily is STARING and blushing and so turned on and Barty is like have you ever sucked a cock like Evan's before and Lily motherfucking Evans is actually SHY and she shakes her head and barty is like mm it's the fucking best and Evan is so sweet, you'll never taste anything like him, would you like to try a bite? Here I'll show you how he likes it.

And then they are off to the races. There will be lots of "kissing the taste" of one another into each other's mouths and a lot of praise/dirty talk in the third person; ie. talking about one partner to the other partner like the first partner isn't even there.

Tl;Dr: languid body appreciation/praise smut for a mix of genders

Whew!!!!

[hyuneskkami]

okay so

How do you feel comfy enough to strip in front of him? Lile idk maybe im jst insecure of what i look like naked/in undies but i would be crying screaming throwing up LMFAOAOAOAO

Im not gonna confirm my crush on the boy until i see him after break bc im scared im jst like deluding myself bc we're away yk?

we need to all work together to manifest that i get a good and proper romance as i am a 16 yr old who has not even held hands w the opposite sex like UH EMBARRASSING

asp girl idk if this is like too much to ask but if you get a pic of him lemme see bc i wanna know who my girlie's man looks like LOL also if he has any friends 😉😉

Okay im done and tired ugh im so happy for you like genuinely but i feel like that one audio "HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LIVING MY DREAM 🤬🤬" yk? Ilysm mwah mwah

1. literally me 🤩 I was half scared about what he’d say but we’ve been best friends for like 4 years now and we saw each other grow out of our chubby eras before puberty too so I felt kinda okay? IDKKKK i feel like trust and comfort is also one of the reasons I love reading best friends to lovers tropes in books and fics ☝️

2. yesssss okay mam 😋💪 whatever you say, imma keep supporting bc youre my queen 🧍‍♂️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

3. YES YES IM MANIFESTING IT RN OK also that’s not embarrassing plsss that was me before my bsf 💀☝️ and if you still haven’t met the perfect guy it’s obv bc he’s still out there, probably even looking for you yk

4. AHAHAHQ I don’t have pics of his face clearly but we did take some soft launch coded pics yesterday (i’ll send them to you bc theyre SAUR HOTTTTTTT) and yesss we have LOTSSSS of common friends bc we were always part of the same friend groups throughout the years + from prep school, ik his friends (they became my friends too) and theyre genuinely all adorable babies + his closest friends and my closest friends are the same list of ppl 🙏

AAAAAAAHHAH you can live vicariously through mine and fizzy’s dramas until we manifest a perfect bookish bf for you <3

[neptune-knows]

Mason - Not sure if Mason would like fish. Definitely hates underwear as a gift. Daryl - Maybe the person who upgrades tools? Likes flowers and stews. River - Likes vegetables from your farm, uses them in the soup kitchen. (but peas are for feeding ducks.) Winter - See Carter from Harvest Moon DS except much older. Likes artifacts. Sirris - Shopkeeper. Likes foragibles.

we could stretch it and make mason a sort of fisherman, or maybe he's just another young person who recently moved to the town and trying to figure out what he's doing? there would definitely be a heart event where you catch him naked swimming lol

darryl, I think he could fit as a shop keeper if not a strip club owner, though I also think that sirris might fill that role better as a general store type of thing? I do like the idea of him being a blacksmith too though. along with flowers I think he'd ljke wine gifts too

100% with river, as you raise heart levels with them you also get different recipes for soup, bread etc

and winter being the museum/artifacts etc guy I also like a lot, I'd love for him to give tips and stuff about finding artifacts and ores to some extent too? likes artifacts gifts, I think he'd also like minerals too (stuff not necessarily expensive but rare)

and yeah sirris is a shopkeeper, it would be cool if by getting closer to him you would also learn more abt sydney and all of that

I love this ask, but now I'm thinking abt whether or not the teachers should be love interests in this hypothetical game too... sydney better get ready to call me stepdad bc I'd be diving into that sirrussy

[buddiekinard]

Mmm ok so your last prompt fill made me think of something - maybe a fic about Roy and Jamie in Marbella? :)

back on my going through old messages bs

i've thought a lot about different scenarios in marbella (i've written a few too)! but here's a fun thought.

jamie goes to brazil for the nike shoot and keeley is going bc she's still his pr person and sometimes he IS a bit out of his element and needs more direction when he's doing shoots and stuff (ex. the beer thing in s1). jamie's leaving the next day and he and roy have been seeing each other officially for a couple of weeks.

roy isn't jealous that jamie is going to brazil with keeley okay because it's not like jamie's going *with* keeley. they're just going and they're both going to be there and it's a work situation. jamie's explained he doesn't actually want to date keeley and he's fine it's FINE.

and it is fine. he talks to jamie every night and nothing weird happens unless you count him missing the fucking twatface like a fucking limb something weird which maybe it is and then jamie gets home but instead of home he goes straight to roys and goes to sleep because it's very late.

the next morning they're at higgins for a fucking bbq and jamie is just chatting his ears off showing him pictures and stuff because they hadn't really had a chance to talk last night and roy is pretending he doesn't care. but jamie can tell he does because jamie knows how to read him like a fucking book and it's annoying. it's annoying that roy isn't annoyed more than anything.

anyway rebecca shows up and it's fine jamie spreads his wings and they both start talking to other people because they see each other all the time and like its FINE even though they literally feel like fucking magnets sometimes like when they're in the same place if they're not completely in the same place one of them might just drop fucking dead.

anyway that night they're back at roys and they're getting ready to bed and roy says, "i know you just got home but would you want to go away with me? we have a couple more weeks until training starts."

"oh. are we ready for that."

"you tell me, dickhead, when was the last time you saw your own bathroom."

"fuck off."

"it's fine if you don't want to." roy sounds mopey for sure.

"fuck off, i do want to. but i didn't ask you to go to brazil with me because i thought youd be like fuck spending time in another country with this prick."

"what makes you think i don't want to be trapped in another country with you?"

jamie shrugs and roy just grunts and pulls him in for a kiss. "we're going to marbella tomorrow. i'll go book the tickets right now."

and then they go to marbella and spend 2 weeks naked in the pool and on a little strip of private beach and all over the the villa roy manages to last minute book.

and idk they're in love and shit

[whoslaurapalmer]

okay. so i have maltese falcon thoughts that have to go somewhere (and some fic planning/plot board thoughts at the end)

-this is not 1:1 at all by any means at all but brigid only appears in 11/20 chapters, there are 5/20 chapters where people say to sam 'wow, sucks about miles, huh?' and three of those five chapters are chapters with brigid. like i know this is basically nothing but i think it's interesting still in some way that most of the chapters where miles being dead is brought up are chapters where his killer appears

-especially bc goddd brigid spends just under half the book NOT BEING THERE...........almost like a ghost. flitting in and out of this story, especially in those first few chapters

-when the cops and the DA bring up sam's volatility it's not only that he's gotten away with shady things before. it's the implication that bc there's all these vague references to sam doing terrible things and the clear violence we see from him during the story and it being in third person objective that the audience has to consider, until the very end, that sam really could've killed miles or thursby

-i want to think sam knows from the beginning that brigid killed miles but i am also unsure. idk idk idk. i think when miles is killed in the beginning sam at least knows something went wrong. they knew thursby was violent (in some way) but there's also no reason to think thursby would've killed him, sam especially doesn't think that. and if only two other people were around at the time, thursby and brigid, then sam has two suspects. thursby is killed, and he has one suspect. and it's one he almost likes.

-i love how iva's role in the narrative is, regardless of sam not suspecting her, her being a suspect, until she reveals what she did that night and it turns sam into more of a suspect

-the scene where he asks brigid to strip is like, rightfully reprehensible, it's a horrible thing for sam to ask (while brigid has no qualms using her body, this time sam is making her show it so she has less control over it) but sam has spent the whole book doing horrible things, but i roll it around in my head a lot bc of their dialogue --

"I don't think you did," he said, "but I've got to know. Take your clothes off." [...] "I'm not ashamed to be naked before you, but--can't you see?--not like this. Can't you see that if you make me you'll--you'll be killing something?"

like they're very much not talking about her killing miles but i think. there are pieces of it in there. some version of that scene could have been more clearly about miles

-i've brought this up before but just, brigid going into sam's office and spinning this lie, it's the most wholesome lie she could've picked. that's why she picks it. it shows her as naive (but not too naive), innocent, the last person who could ever be doing any wrong herself, who just needs help so desperately, worried about her family but not HERSELF. bc brigid's actions are never about her. they're always, this is what she had to do, this is what was unavoidable, because of how other people acted. brigid can't be guilty, under any circumstances. she was just doing what she had to. she had to attack cairo because of course he attacked her first. she had to arrange for thursby to die because she was scared of him. she could never have threatened cairo. she could never be the one that was really a threat to thursby, because she could never use men and throw them away, why would you even say that about her?

(-and i have no idea if hammett intended that meaning behind her initial lie, when he wrote it. if he built it that way, if he knew then that she killed miles. but the fun thing about writing is that sometimes pieces happen and fit together whether you intended it or not!!!!! because it's in the story, it has to function to some end, and against the narrative as a whole, this is what brigid's story does)

-and it's by chance that she goes to his office. she asks for a good detective nearby and he's recommended to her. it could've been anyone. it could've been sam himself if miles didn't show up. brigid doesn't care who dies, as long as someone does, as long as it puts Something between her and thursby.

-but that's what i love about stories, too!!!!!! it was by chance. and it also wasn't. there is no other way this story could've worked out. there is no other option where she doesn't walk into sam spade's office in particular. it has to be sam's office, bc sam is the only one capable of putting her in jail, bc BOTH of them want the exact same thing -- complete, uncompromised control over themselves and their lives, and only one of them could've walked out of the ending

-and, backtracking, that's exactly what she's doing when she goes to sam's office, arranging for thursby to die. she needs him out of the way, so she needs him either dead or in jail for someone's murder. it is so fucking ruthless. she walks in there knowing someone is going to die.

-my favorite sam+effie moments --

"Uh-huh, the whole damned Perine family's wonderful," Spade said, "including you and the smudge of soot on your nose." "He's not a Perine, he's a Christy." She bent her head to look at her nose in her vanity-case-mirror. "I must've got that from the fire." She scrubbed the smudge with the corner of a handkerchief. "The Perine-Christy enthusiasm ignite Berkeley?" he asked. She made a face at him while patting her nose with a powdered pink disc. "There was a boat on fire when I came back. They were towing it out from the pier and the smoke blew all over our ferry-boat."

The Worst Man You Know Still Really Fucking Loves His Secretary. idk it's just such a silly little thing to say.........

"On the La Paloma?" "The La is a lousy combination," he said. "Stop it. Be nice, Sam. Tell me."

look. look. that's a lemony line if i ever heard one, i tell you what

He called another number--his office's--held the receiver to his ear for a little while without saying anything, and replaced it on its hook.

this line drives me crazy. it's right before the events start rolling towards the final meeting. i don't know if it's supposed to mean, he calls his office and there's no one, bc the next time he calls effie he calls her mother's house, or if, maybe, he calls just to hear effie's voice for a second, or to know there's one person in the whole world he can count on. and in twenty-four hours he's going to betray her trust in him irreparably. the only person in the whole world who trusts sam. and that's effie's real mistake, trusting sam. not seeing him for all that he is, despite him constantly saying he's no good. but he says it so jokingly. and he's so good at what he does. so what if he's a little crooked? he's not as crooked as he appears. ("don't be too sure i'm as crooked as i'm supposed to be.") but he is, just not the kind of crooked people expect

-oh you know what other line drives me crazy??????

A wry smile twisted the lawyer's mouth. He moved his shoulders wearily and said: "That's right--I'm selling you out. Why don't you get an honest lawyer--one you can trust?" "That fellow's dead."

hey. hey. what the fuck is that supposed to mean

-oh, speaking of that chapter, this line literally RIGHT AFTER --

"Getting touchy, huh? I haven't got enough to think about: now I've got to remember to be polite to you. What did I do? Forget to genuflect when I came in?"

-i have a post about this from while i was rereading but i don't think i ever actually posted it. sam spends the whole book, and this chapter, arguing with people and not apologizing to them and storming out, and then the very next thing he does, is go to his office, grab effie and argue with her, storm out, turn around and come back and apologize to her, the closest he gets to a real apology about himself, to the only person in the book he really truly cares to honestly apologize to

"Stay here till I'm back or you hear from me. For Christ's sake let's do something right." He went out, walked half the distance to the elevators, and retraced his steps. Effie Perine was sitting at her desk when he opened the door. He said: "You ought to know better than to pay any attention to me when I talk like that." "If you think I pay any attention to you you're crazy," she replied, "only"--she crossed her arms and felt her shoulders, and her mouth twitched uncertainly--"I won't be able to wear an evening gown for two weeks, you big brute." He grinned humbly, said, "I'm no damned good, darling," made an exaggerated bow, and went out again.

and no, he won't kneel to sid. but he'll bow to effie, even jokingly. just effie.

-oh i love this part with brigid and cairo

"Yes," she agreed and laughed. "Yes, unless he's the one you had in Constantinople." Sudden blood mottled Cairo's face. In a shrill enraged voice he cried: "The one you couldn't make?" Brigid O'Shaughnessy jumped up from her chair. Her lower lip was between her teeth. Her eyes were dark and wide in a tense white face. She took two quick steps towards Cairo. He started to rise. Her right hand went out and cracked sharply against his cheek, leaving the imprint of fingers there.

brigid: you're gay, cairo!! cairo: so gay you could not seduce me OR my partner!!!!!!!!! brigid: !!!! 🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

-i love that it reveals her propensity for violence. that shade of ruthlessness in her. the part of her that will kill, especially when some piece of her control, her mask, is broken off, how much she actually uses people is shown, bc one of the reasons she had to get rid of cairo was clearly bc she realized she couldn't seduce him either. oh oh this part too --

"If you don't--I dare say you'll give her some money in any event, but--if you don't give her as much as she thinks she ought to have, my word of advice is--be careful." Spade's eyes held a mocking light. He asked: "Bad?" "Bad," the fat man replied.

bad................

-it's like. god it hints just enough, enough to get you nervous. it's so well done like that. i'd like to do that more

-anyway. some fic thoughts -

-ramona's the character i'm stuck on right now bc her arc in this fic is not like effie's. i don't think kit and ramona have the relationship sam and effie have. i have a scene marked out for her where Something Pivotal happens between them but i just haven't figured out ramona's real role up until that point to even know what THAT conversation does.............

-i want kit to have spent the night bertrand dies with dewey. but that shakes up the second chapter/third chapter and i'm following them not strictly but. generally. so if i don't do that i'm like, well, what happens there, huh? iva shows up in the third chapter bc 1) we don't know what she did that night until chapter 12 2) we NEVER know what sam did that night 3) it's the first reveal that sam was with iva. iva coming into his office is that reveal.

-so, idk what to do with that one right now. also i have a great ending to the first chapter (like, don't misjudge me here, i have like literally .5% written of this, i am plotting. but i did do some of that opening scene a while ago, and some little lines here and there) with lemony narrating but it means that, no one knows kit was with dewey that night, bc lemony won't reveal it. i think kit has no shame about her relationships but i do think she's also a very private person. so it's also a struggle of, what do i know happened, what would lemony actually legitimately reveal about these people he loves? and then, WELL I MEAN HE'S GOTTA SAY SOMETHING, OTHERWISE, WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE, HUH???????????

-i have some sketches of vague lines he gets to deliver about things he's hiding, bc lemony does that too, so that's, yknow. available.

-there's things lemony's honest about in his narration and things he is not. he is honest about saying he's going to kill someone. but he hides who hangfire is when he realizes it in ?3, in a truly heartbreaking scene where you know he's not telling you something pivotal but that he's realized something too horrible to truly acknowledge. so that's available, too.

-god that scene though. uggg

-i know sort of how the ending works out and i know it goes past the ending of the book but not quite, how, just yet. bc there is no parallel scene w ramona at the ending like there is with effie.

-somehow i did get jacques in there. potentially, idk if he'll stay. it goes back to, what exactly gets revealed. oh no wait, even if that one thing doesn't get revealed, jacques would still show up, i'm sure. but some dialogue he might say depends on, again, WHAT GETS REVEALED.

-i built a lot of backstory that might just. not make it in. but it's relevant for why they're all doing what they're doing in the au, so i had to know it, and it's something i Do want to show in the fic bc, it's the motivation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! by god!!!!!!!!!!!! it's just, how do i reveal it in a way that's not like, extreme nutshelling exposition, yeah???????????? again, especially with lemony narrating like this

-and i didn't know if that reveal w jacques is too much..........

-anyway, he will still be there. good for you, jacques, you made it.

-and i can't let go of lemony narrating like this, by the way, especially bc he wound up being relevant to the story, too, in a way i'm really thrilled with so far. i am, excited about that.

-related: do i maybe make too big a deal about miles? maybe. but you can't tell me it's NOT a pivotal piece of sam's motivation. so, yknow, have i written fic of them fucking? maybe. (no they DIDN'T love each other but there is an UNDERSTANDING between them about What It Means To Be A Detective) that's between me and my libreoffice document. potentially. sex is so hard to write, i tell you what.