#which again this was not but it's that in between feeling where i'm just like hmm idk
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xan-izme · 2 days ago
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𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬
Part 2: The Dead Ones
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You and Bruce were in his office, you let out a puff of smoke as you stood by the window. Taking in the view.
"You know, in Arkham, there wasn't any bars on the windows. More like, plastic glass, so blurry I couldn't even see the moon clearly." The cigarette shortened even more as you took a long drag from the cigarette.
Bruce watched you from his desk, an unreadable expression on his face. You look so. . . it's hard for him to see you as who you are right now. Deep down Bruce knew you'd change some way after Arkham. Which was his sorry excuse for not visiting you. Only reading three of your letters, and stopped, he felt shame when it came to you. For which one of you, he doesn't know.
There are times, he did feel shame of being your father. Horrible, he knows. He's the worst father alive. And that's when he feels shameful of himself.
You let out a small sigh before turning to Bruce, you see the complex expression he had.
". . . You know Daddy, I don't think I ever seen you smile."
You walked closer to his desk and took a seat on one of the chairs. Bruce just silently stared at you. You still call him Daddy. He wanted to feel happy at the fact one thing stayed the same with you. But the way you said it. You said it in such a mocking way. Like it was a joke. Him being your father was a joke to you. It hurt. He rather you call him Bruce in the most hateful way you could.
"Y/n, I'm sorry-" Bruce tries to apologize, but you cut him off with the wave of your hand.
"I'm not here to fish out any apology from you."
Silence fills the room. You sighed again, putting out the cigarette by dropping it into a glass of water. You stood up and approached the vinyl player, you start it up as Bruce raised his brow in confusion. You turn around to face him
"Come on daddy, let's dance." You approached the older man, grabbing his arm and tugged him to stand. Even with how random your request was, Bruce complied, and you two began to slow dance together, the feeling was foreign to both.
The slow music continued as you two danced. You let your head rest on your father's shoulder, staring blankly at nothing. Bruce squeezed your hand. You began to realize. You have never been this close to Bruce. Always 4 feet away.
"When I was a little girl, there was this daddy daughter dance at school. . . I always wanted to dance with you like this. But you were busy. I understood, but it still hurt" Your statement caused Bruce to hold you a little tighter. Before he could attempt to apologize. You spoke up to shut him down.
"Don't you dare apologize."
The two of you continue to slow dance. You closed your eyes as Bruce rests his chin on your head. Closing his eyes. The two of you swaying to the music.
This moment should be a peaceful, loving moment between a father and daughter. But it felt more like an ending to a story that was going nowhere.
"Daddy, I have a question for you."
Bruce hummed in acknowledgement, still holding you tight.
Your eyes slowly open. "Have you seen Mommy recently?" Your question caught your father off guard. Visibly frozen. You lift your head up and see his expression turn a little sour.
"Why?" He spoke, slightly offended. Your spending time with him, why not focus on him?
"She's been missing. For a month. Not even her own family knows where she is. . ."
"Well, I don't where she is. I haven't had contact with her for years."
You sighed and pulled away, turning your back to him. A sign to show you were upset with his answer. Bruce frowns a little at you pulling away, his arms stayed up, almost to reach back for you.
"She visited me, every week, for several years. So please, understand I need to find her." You really were hoping to see if Bruce knew anything. But of course, he disappoints you with nothing. Again.
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You got a text from Rex; your grandfather needed you back at the manor. You didn't have enough time to get your things from your old room, so you left Bruce in his office, walking to the front doors, where Alfred waited for you with your coat, along with Dick, Tim and.. . someone else you didn't recognize. But you focused on Alfred, and gently smile to the older man.
"Thank you for the food, Alfred, probably the one thing I missed the most while locked up." You spoke in a joking manner as you turned to let Alfred put your coat on for you. Alfred smiled a little.
"Thank you, miss."
You look up and give the three men a small nod "Dick, Tim . . . And?" You gave the third man a small look of confusion.
"I'm sorry I don't believe I got your name." You adjusted your coat as you stared up at the man and gave him your hand to shake. But the man just stared at you, Dick had to nudge him to snap him out of it.
The man snapped out of it and quickly took your hand and held it as gently as possible. You took notice of the scars on his calloused hand. He spoke in a nervous tone
"Jason, Jason Todd"
You instantly come to a pause.
"I- Uh, Jason Todd?" You know the name. Very well. But the name doesn't fit the face you remember.
But the look on everyone's face says it all, you know this family would not lie about this. You stepped closer to Jason, your hands hovering over his face, Jason could see your eyes glossed over with incoming tears that never fell.
" How. . .I thought you were dead. . ." You spoke in almost a whisper.
Jason lets out a weak chuckle.
"I thought you were dead too."
No words could express how much he missed you. When he came back from the dead, back into the family. No one dared to mention you. Even when he asked about you. They acted as if you were dead. But you were only a few miles away. Locked up. The thought alone angers him, he could have saved you sooner.
"Heh, I seem to get that a lot." You coil back and felt your phone buzz. Your ride was here.
"Do you have to leave Miss? It's late, why not stay for the night." Alfred tries to have you stay for at least a night.
"You just got here" - Dick
"The crime has gotten worse lately"- Tim
"Please. . .?"- Jason
You sighed as you opened the door,
"Sorry boys, no can do. Maybe another time." You gave them a small smile and turned to the car that was here to pick you up, but when you took a few steps down the staircase, you turn around where the entrance door was still open with Alfred and the boys stood.
"Oh, and Jason" Hearing you speak his name, Jason immediately perked up
"It was good seeing you. . . alive and all." You gave him a small toothy grin, before finally getting into the car.
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Do you understand, how angry Jason was right now? After all this time thinking you were dead, his sweet little sister gone, you were alive, in a cage full of crazy's. He doesn't care if you took a few lives. You didn't mean too, it was an accident.
He was furious with Bruce for letting you get locked up for so long. Because you're staying with the Falcone's, a bunch of criminals that resort to anything if kept on the top.
"She was alive this whole time, and you knew."
Not only was it Bruce, but Dick knew to. Of all people to keep this away from him, Jason wouldn't think Dick of all people would lie.
"No one said she was dead Jay." Dick tried to calm Jason in some way.
"No one said she was alive!" Jason was quick to snap at Dick who just frowned at Jason's tone.
Your reappearance was indeed a shock to everyone and a lot of them are still trying to process it. As for the ones who never knew of your existence, they were trying to find out more about you. Your name has never been uttered, no pictures of you. Nothing. It was like you never really existed.
Thank Tim for that. Who had to remove you completely, so the Wayne name had less pressure on them. But now Tim is trying to gather what kind of rehabilitation you were in. He felt suspicious of your return. The way your eyes would bare into everyone in a sort of creepy way. As if analyzing them, Tim knew if he brought it up to either Bruce or Dick they would not listen to him. Especially by the way they reacted to your return.
So he was lucky Cassandra and Duke came to him first.
"The way she stared at me, I don't know man it gave me the creeps." Duke wasn't saying this out of meanness. You were genuinely making him uneasy every time you glanced at him, even more nervous when you gave him a smile.
Cassandra felt threatened by you. No one but her noticed how you stared at her the most.
"Something isn't right with her." Was all Cassandra said. Something was indeed wrong with you.
". . . Well, she just got out of Arkham, maybe she's a little. . . ?" Duke trailed off. Not wanting to say the word crazy just yet.
Tim silently listened to Duke and Cassandra's concern about you.
"Haven't you known her longer Tim?" Duke questioned.
Tim sat back in his chair as he let out a small sigh. You might have not noticed much, but he was always watching you. From the moment Bruce took him under his wing. You were small. Quiet, and simple. Not like that was a bad thing. At that time Tim wanted excitement, thrill. And you were none of those things, due to the fact you were practically a toddler.
But now, your different. Of course. It's a no-brainer Arkham would change you, he saw it coming. But your change was, unsettling. He hoped you would stay for him to find out more. But it seems your occupied with the Falcone's at the moment. Whatever it is, he's going to find out.
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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎?"
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backfliips · 2 days ago
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Answered below the cut:
How many fics have you worked on since January?
I've worked on 9 since January, one of which I'm still currently working on and will be working on for the next few months, probably.
What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?
A lot of things! I think the biggest one is alternating perspectives.
What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)
Baldur's Gate 3, obviously, haha.
How many fandoms did you write for this year?
Just the one, BG3.
What ships captured your heart?
Mostly Wyllstarion, but I also wrote Minscstarion and Halsin/Ulder Ravengard LOOOLLLL..... crack ships taken seriously are so good to me
What characters captured your heart?
Wyll mostly, and also Astarion.
Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?
Yes, all of the ones I've listed so far! The newest ones were Minscstarion and Ulsin LOOL I sort of was the flagship for both of those.
What fic meant the most to you to write?
What's Become of You, because that was the first long-form creative writing project I've ever done! I'd only done short stories before then, and then I sat down and churned out a novel-length fanfiction. it meant a lot to me to know that it was something I'm capable of.
What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
Probably also What's Become of You, but all of the fics I've written have made me super happy. If they didn't make me happy, I wouldn't write them. Right now, the fic I'm working on (titled "Sorry For Your Loss") is really making me excited too, but I won't be posting it for a while.
What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?
Again, What's Become of You.
What fic was the most difficult to write?
The one I'm currently working on. Where What's Become of You basically already had a whole plot outline because it just follows the entire plot of BG3, Sorry For Your Loss is far more original and has required SO much outlining and re-outlining and re-re-re-outlining, and I've redone so many chapters from the ground up because I wasn't happy with them. It's been a real challenge, but it's one that I'm really excited to keep conquering >:^)
What fic was the easiest to write?
Keep Talking, for sure. That one's just brainless smut. Of course, that's made it my most popular wyllstarion fanfiction HAHAHAHAHA.... but that's how these things go.
What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?
Shortest was Keep Talking, longest was What's Become of You.
What were your go-to writing songs?
The "deep focus" playlist on spotify hahahahaha I can't listen to stuff with lyrics much when I'm writing, and a lot of other background songs end up distracting me. Honestly, 75% of the time I'm just writing in silence.... or to the sound of a busy crowd. (Don't worry, I don't write anything NSFW in public.)
What was the hardest fic to title?
Health Potions (Or: If Only Someone Here Knew Cure Light Wounds). That one was a toss up, and as you can see, I still couldn't choose between two titles lmao
What's your favorite title of the year?
Probably A Haughty Spirit (Goeth Before a Fall) because that's a bible verse I chopped up and that just cracks me up a little bit. I have the title for an eventual sequel planned if I ever write it, which would be "To Be Humble (In Spirit with the Lowly)."
Share your favorite opening line
Do chapter opening lines count? Here's a sneak peek from Sorry For Your Loss.
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Share your favorite ending line
Another chapter ending line from Sorry For Your Loss.
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Share your favorite piece of dialogue
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Share your funniest line
"He was the best-dressed homeless man in the city. Of this he was sure."
What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
While working on my latest fic, a certain conversation went in a totally different direction than I planned, but I ended up really liking how it turned out. I had to go back to the drawing board for a couple things later in the story because of it, but I think it's way better this way.
What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?
Google Drive mostly. I like to write things on paper when I'm outlining, or when I'm feeling stuck. It keeps me from deleting things, and I care less about getting it Perfect that way.
If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?
Finishing What's Become of You, definitely.
Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?
No, I wanted to get a cake for What's Become of You, but I had plans that day and that ended up being fun enough that I didn't feel the need to get a cake.
How did you recharge between fics?
Laying on the floor. I don't actually have a recharge method, I just write when inspiration strikes me.
Did you create fanworks other than fic?
Oh, yes. So much fanart lmao.
How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)
Just one! Wyllstarion Secret Solstice event, but I did art instead of writing for that one.
If this were an awards show, who would you thank?
@foxflowering definitely!! She really helped me improve my writing so much and she was such a fantastic editor for What's Become of You.
What's left on your to-do list for 2024?
Keep writing Sorry For Your Loss, really.
What would you like to write next year?
I want to finish Sorry For Your Loss and do a couple more short-form Wyllstarion pieces. I have ideas! Lots of ideas!!!!
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A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!
How many fics have you worked on since January?
What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?
What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)
How many fandoms did you write for this year?
What ships captured your heart?
What characters captured your heart?
Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?
What fic meant the most to you to write?
What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?
What fic was the most difficult to write?
What fic was the easiest to write?
What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?
What were your go-to writing songs?
What was the hardest fic to title?
What's your favorite title of the year?
Share your favorite opening line
Share your favorite ending line
Share your favorite piece of dialogue
Share your funniest line
What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?
If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?
Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?
How did you recharge between fics?
Did you create fanworks other than fic?
How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)
If this were an awards show, who would you thank?
What's left on your to-do list for 2024?
What would you like to write next year?
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karaeilishh · 2 days ago
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𝜗𝜚 dinner b. eilish
stepmom!billie x fem!reader
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cw: smut, age gap (b is 30/r is 18-19)
"darling, you're a sorceress" your father's voice echoes throughout the spacious kitchen as he finishes his share of dinner. a kind smile spreads across his face as he stands up from the table, giving billie a gentle kiss on the top of her head. your stomach twists at the sight. 
the man places the plate and the glass of cherry juice in the sink, adjusting his tie, which he still has on from work. "i need to finish up some business at the home office. i love you, my girls, but please don't bother me until tomorrow" he smiles, heading for the stairs to the second floor "and not a sound" 
your eyes roll back as your father finally leaves. he's been annoying you with his mere existence lately. maybe because you're fucking with his wife? 
"you look tense, honey" her gentle gaze puts all your thoughts back in place, but your face is still written with displeasure. you get up to clear all the dirty dishes from the table and put them in the sink. “it’s okay.”
the warm water warms your hands in just a few seconds, your icy fingertips thawing. thoughts drifting through your mind about how only your father has the legal right to touch your billie. it was so wrong, but she was yours. at least during the moments when it was just the two of you.
“angel, you know i don’t like it when you act like a child.” her warm, strong hands settle on your waist, lifting your t-shirt slightly to get to your skin. the sensation is subtle, but so electrifying. she always had this effect on you.
“you’re not my mother to tell me how to behave.” your disrespectful attitude continues until she moves your hair to her right shoulder and you feel her lips leaving wet kisses on your neck. you instantly forget about the dishes you were trying to wash, turning off the water. "billie—"
she cuts you off, sinking her teeth into your soft skin, leaving a mark only she can see when she’ll take you from behind, tugging and grabbing your hair. "are you jealous again, my little dove?"
her mocking tone only makes you blush harder, lowering your head down to look at your waist where her hands caressed your skin. "my poor baby"
billie pulls you back towards the dining table until your lower back hits the dark wood. you look at her questioningly. "i'm so hungry you know..."
in literally a second, your shorts and panties are around your ankles.
"you can feed me, right, my little love?" her lustful gaze almost makes you cum. her fingers take the glasses off her face, putting them somewhere on the table. your body temperature rises as she lifts your shirt, making your tits jump out from under the tight fabric. 
"you're so beautiful" her mouth drops to your chest, leaving a wet trail of her tongue on the space between your breasts. her hands greedily grab the pale skin, squeezing and caressing. you melt under her fingertips. "bil—mommy.."
you instantly blush as the nickname slips out of your mouth. it was unexpected, but billie just smiled, looking at you from under her eyelashes. she slowly sank to her knees, covering the inside of your thigh with kisses. "call me that again when i make you cum all over my face."
a nasal smile graces her face before you feel her tongue sliding over your pussy, collecting the moisture. she moans at the taste. "fuck, baby, i could become addicted to this.."
your legs end up on her shoulders, your heels digging into her back as she devours you like she's been starving for years. her tongue fucks you so perfectly as she thrusts it into your hole at a rapid pace. "more, please—need you!"
she flicks her tongue against your clit, eliciting a soft whine from your lips. her fingers slide easily into you, causing you to throw your head back, trying to stifle your moans. 
“watch me while i fuck you,” she growls, using her other hand to tangle in your hair and tug until your teary eyes are once again attached to her face. it was almost impossible to look at her, that slutty smile was sending you through hell. “mind your manners, okay, princess?” 
you nod a few times, not breaking eye contact as her mouth is back between your legs, lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, and you have to cover your mouth with your hand to keep from making any unnecessary sounds. it’s torture for both of you that you have to be quiet.
her nails dig into your thigh as she becomes almost insatiable, eating you alive. billie knew your body so well that it didn’t take her long to bring you close to the edge.
“m—mommy! i’m so close, please” your whines make her moan against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body. it feels unreal.
"cum. now" her voice is muffled by your flesh in her mouth, but you hear the permission perfectly. you have to bite your hand to somehow hold back your moans as your body shakes. her face is covered in your cum in seconds, and she hums contentedly.
billie gets carried away, so you have to grab her hair and pull her away from you, earning a frustrated groan from her. "that's rude of you"
she looks sexy, with her chin dripping with your cum.
"i need you to sit on my face, honey. i love the taste of you too much"
you don't have to think about your answer for more than a second, jumping off the table and heading for the bedroom. the bedroom billie shared with your dad.
well, he should've held her tighter.
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tags — @chrissv4mp, @hkkuugu, @sweet3nerrr, @krosep, @stonerfromlesbos, @loveyoumatthewbernard, @47lake @ohdoyoustillcry, @bilsdillldough, @n0vabug, @bxllxebxtch, @hopingforgoodblogs, @meliciousmel13, @mybluebossanova @sturnsmia, @maafe19 @amara-eilish @tativi
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2cupids · 3 days ago
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CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOU | CHOI SAN
warnings: oral (f. receiving), semi public sex, car sex, panty sniffing, panties used a gäg, sqüirting, san is pssydrunk honestly. mdni (17+).
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san couldn’t keep his hands off you the entirety of the event tonight, which meant the moment the chauffeur opens the door for you both to get inside the limousine, san is all over you.
his hands roam the expanse of your body and once the partition is up, he’s got you trapped underneath him with a hand wedged between your thighs, resting against your core.
he’s in your ear whispering all the dirty thoughts that crossed his mind every time he glanced at your figure in this dress. but san’s a gentleman, always has been, and he’s always been fairly good at controlling his desires in public. he kept his urges under control and stood by as your proud husband while your name was called multiple times throughout the night to receive awards, even though all he wanted to do was bend you over and stuff his face in your sweet cunt to show you just how proud he was of you.
his warm tongue traces a line down to your collarbone where he kisses and nips at your skin. his thick middle and ring fingers rub your clit through the material of your pantyhose and underwear, drawing small circles over the nub.
it’s not long before you can feel him growing hard against your leg, his cock straining against his black slacks just from touching you, teasing you. the feeling of his aching hard-on is torturous, but he refrains from rutting against your leg like a dog in heat, refusing to give into his own needs.
he continues kissing further down your skin until his lips press against the skin located between the valley of your breasts in the low cut neckline of your dress. san made a promise to himself not to have fun with you in the cramped quarters of the backseat, but he can’t help it. he wants more of you, he needs more.
san lifts his head and pulls away from your chest, sitting back on his knees. he admires your body and the way you look every time a streetlight shines through the tinted glass of the back windows as you pass by them. he has to suppress a moan that nearly slips past his lips and he gives his dick a small squeeze through his pants to try and give himself some relief.
his hands rest on opposite sides of your hips before sliding down and disappearing underneath your dress. you lift your hips and let him tug down your stockings and panties. he throws the stockings on the floor, but he keeps your underwear in his hand and brings them up to his nose, inhaling deeply and letting your scent fill his nostrils.
you tug your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch your husband sniff your underwear and you squeeze your thighs together. his action sends another wave of arousal through your body, increasing the amount of wetness that’s pooling between your legs.
san leans over you again, bringing his face next to your ear. “you know how much i love hearing you, right, baby? but i’m sure you can understand where i'm coming from when i say that no one else deserves to hear those pretty noises.”
before you can register what he’s talking about, he takes hold of your jaw and gently forces your mouth open, wadding your panties into a ball and stuffing them in your mouth. you’re a bit disappointed and taken back by his actions, and your eyebrows draw together to indicate to him that you’re frowning. the pout makes san smile and he apologies, he kisses the corner of your mouth in hopes for your forgiveness. he manhandles you into position and spreads your legs open as he settles down in between the place he’s been yearning to be the entire evening.
he licks his lips while eyeing your glistening core. he snaps out of the trance that was brought about from simply eyeing your pussy and doesn't waste another minute, attacking your pussy with his mouth.
normally, san would take his time with you, slowly building up pleasure and giving you time to really feel him and everything he was doing to you.
but not tonight.
he’s eager, his lips are wrapped around your clit as he sucks and flicks his tongue back and forth over the bundle of nerves. occasionally he takes time to lick up the expanse of your core, starting from your entrance up to your clit before repeating the act. in other words, san’s eating you out like a man starved. he can’t stop moaning and groaning into your pussy as he palms his dick through his pants.
your body can barely handle how much pleasure he’s giving you all at once and the feeling of your orgasm approaching starts to build up in your lower stomach. your attempts to push san’s head away so you don’t come so soon are no use because it’s like he’s glued to your pussy. he physically can’t bring himself to pull away from you just yet.
your thighs tremble around his head and your breathing starts coming in short. you’ve given up trying to push him away and prepare for your impending orgasm.
the pressure continues building and you find yourself grinding against his face, which causes even more precum to leak from his reddened tip and onto his boxers. he takes it up a notch by slipping two fingers between your soaking wet folds and that’s when the pressure in your lower abdomen explodes, pushing you over the edge and making you come.
you feel a strong urge to pee, but barely pay it attention as your mind goes foggy with intense pleasure. it’s not until a few moments later when you open your eyes and faintly see what looks to be san’s wet face looking up at you in the darkness of the limousine.
you don’t register what happened at first and then it finally hits you. you squirted. all over his face.
san’s eyes light up as he sees the moment of realization hit you and he takes your balled up panties out your mouth.
“i- i’m so sorry, san. i didn’t mean you.” you whisper with a slightly hoarse voice. you cover you face with both hands, embarrassed by how your body reacted.
san moves to sit on the seat next to you and pulls you into his arms, telling you there’s no reason to be embarrassed. he found it amazing what your body was able to do and he takes pride in knowing that he was able to make you do squirt.
he finally convinces you to uncover your face and you watch in surprise as he pulls his phone out to snap a picture of his face covered in your fluids.
he removes the handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes his face dry before leaning in to kiss you. he pulls away slightly, but his lips stay close to yours for a moment. his hand starts lightly caressing your thigh as he cranes his neck to bring his face close to your ear.
“when we get home, you’ll me recreate that little scene again, yeah? you know i can never get enough of you anyways... but i have to see how many more times i can make that pretty pussy squirt.”
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author’s note! merry christmas and happy holidays! this is my (very late) christmas present to y’all. i swear i didn’t mean to post this late asf but anyways. love you guys and hope you enjoyed this 💗💗.
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star--stilinski · 1 day ago
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i need some much stiles
much stiles, much happy! jk, i understand ya. i just love making fun of typos because i'm actually evil.
stiles is insatiable.
seriously, no matter how much you squirm and whine, he won't fucking quit. you started this, though. you suppose it might be warranted.
of course, your "starting it" was all in compassion. when he first asked (a husky mumble in your ear as he tugged at the waistband of your sweats), you had told him he'd be disappointed. that only certain guys really actually like it. that you haven't shaved, aren't pornstar pretty, your thighs might actually crush him.
and he took that very personally.
told you that "any real man knows getting crushed by thighs like yours while tasting your orgasm is the real way to end their evening" and went even further to say that "if you seriously expect me to be attracted to that child-looking shit then you're sorely mistaken." he then proceeded to lay you back and get comfy between your legs.
you didn't realize the monster you'd create.
he moaned when he first tasted you, after ample "warm up" (his words, not yours) and a good amount of ogling your up-close sex. his movements started off unsure and a bit sloppy, before he found his rhythm and got confident. from there, he was bringing you close and then pulling you back a few times, just for the fucking fun of it. it was the most torturous pleasure you'd ever felt.
after the first orgasm (where you unconsciously thanked him over and over, which unlocked a new kink for him. yippee.), your back arched slightly and your lips parted in a moan, you expected that to be it. the end. maybe a hand job for his fantastic work and then knocking out after a shower.
instead, stiles didn't even let up.
his eyes are closed, humming against your clit as he holds you by the thighs. partly because, well, stiles loves your thighs. and partly because he has to keep you still.
overstimulation hurts so good. you tug at his hair, gasping "stiles, it hurts, please," and he relents. but he only pulls back a bit, giving you a moment of relief as he licks his lips with hooded eyes trained on you.
"you okay, baby?" his words seem to bleed into one another, hands squeezing your plush thighs like he's holding himself back. the sight it downright evil, really; you've already forgotten how it hurt for him to keep going.
your head falls back onto your pillows and you scrunch your features up. "you don't have to-"
"please, i want to, please." his tone takes a rapid uptick into begging territory. "only a little longer, promise i'll be good, make you feel so good. just a bit more, yeah?"
you lift your head, tired and breathless, to meet his eyes. they're unfocused as he flicks his attention between you and your sex. letting your head rest back on the cushions, you take a deep breath and nod once. "alright, just a little longer."
"thank you, fuck. thank you so much baby." stiles litters kisses all over the insides of your thighs, his own way of showing gratitude before he dives back in, eyelashes notably fluttering when he takes a taste of you again.
he's not very kind after that.
round two, then three, and by the fourth- your jaw is slack and your brow is pinched together, but you're not sure if the expression is from pleasure or pain. when you come, actual tears prick at your eyes. stiles' tongue flicks your sensitive clit, working you over the edge, as you babble nonsense in your haze. this orgasm peaks with it's own bundle of pain involved, and your nerves seem to be getting the two mixed up as your hips attempt to twitch, held in place by stiles' big, demanding hands.
"tastes so good, mhmm, been thinking about this forever," stiles' words are barely audible as he looks up at you. his face is glistening, basically from nose to chin, and he's totally pussy drunk. you've never believed that expression until you see it in stiles' hooded eyes, head resting against your thigh. his cheeks are completely flushed and his hands are massaging your hips with more pressure than necessary, probably not even aware of the motion since his own hips are lazily grinding into the mattress.
you let out a heavy breath and smooth your fingers over his hair to try and fix what you did when you were preoccupied. it doesn't help the tameless mess he's sporting, but the look kinda suits him. "so?"
he blinks slowly, smiling up at you like you're the one who looks completely in love. well, you're four orgasms deep and stiles looks so pretty in between your thighs, so... maybe you do look like that. he licks his lips, and it makes goosebumps rise on your skin. "so, what?"
"d-did- are you disappointed?" the question sounds stupid now that it's out of your mouth, but he's too far gone to even laugh at you.
"jesus, no. could do this all day if you'd let me." his brow furrows. "would you let me?"
you laugh breathlessly and let your head fall against the pillows, scratching his scalp lightly. "i dunno. maybe." tugging him by the hair (which causes a sudden buck of his hips where they're grinding. go figure) you mumble, "c'mere?"
he crawls over you, wiping his face off on the way, and collapses while pressing his face into your neck. "yeah? what're you thinking about?"
you breathe in his scent, mind filled with stilesstilesstilesstilesstiles. "you. what are you thinking about?"
his arms wrap around you comfortably. "you."
"you can't have the same answer." your voice is weaker with his body weight on you. "that's cheating."
"alright, fine. i'm thinking about eating you out again."
"jesus, stiles." you feel him smile against your neck, and his arms tighten around you.
"what? i'm hungry!"
"it's not a- god, i've made a monster!" you laugh and cover your eyes, feeling him lift himself halfway off of you. "this is going to be the death of me."
"correction," his voice lowers, and you feel him planting kisses down your neck, then your chest. as he gets to your stomach, you peek through your fingers to find him assuming his previous position.
"i'm going to be the death of you."
yayyy i'm posting while in a slump!!!!!!!! yayyy i'm not a total failure!!!!!!!!!!! (sobs heard in the distance)
sorry this is my worst ever creation look at this ugly FREAK
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anonity · 3 days ago
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heartthrob -- drabble
merry christmas! i thought i had a christmas eve drabble in my drafts but apparently not, so i'll give everyone this instead. i'm still very new to this whole tumblr thing i'm afraid
asks are open for prompts as i ease back into writing!
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WC: 506 summary: paige has a newly discovered interest in your heartbeat.
“why’s your heart beating so fast?”
paige’s voice comes out suddenly, laced with amusement. 
for the record, it was her idea: your apartment was a dreadful 10 minute drive away (“so dark,” she had lamented), it was snowy out, and it was much too cold in the living room for you to sleep on the couch. 
all very convenient, you think, now that her arm is draped lazily around your waist. 
of course, that's awfully presumptuous of someone whose heart is racing approximately 900 beats per minute. which has led you to your current predicament. 
“it’s not.”
paige laughs at that, shifting slightly and coincidentally inching into your side. you’re not facing her, but you can hear the smug grin in her voice. 
“well, i can feel it,” she murmurs, “and it definitely is. like you’re nervous?” 
you scoff despite the heat now rising to your cheeks. “about what?” 
paige hums thoughtfully and sits up on her elbow, putting some much needed space between you. you think, for one perfect moment, that she's going to let up. but then her hand is drifting upwards, and you lose track of every single thought you’ve ever had as it settles firmly in the middle of your chest. 
earth's gravitational reliance be damned, you briefly hope that the moon will disappear from the sky and prevent paige from seeing what has to be an evident blush on your face. 
you’re actually so distracted by her hand placement that it entirely slips your mind where your heartbeat is. the thought only re-enters your thoughts when paige's grin widens inexplicably more. 
“i think it just sped up again.”
suddenly gaining your autonomy back, you bark out “paige!” and move to shove her off. 
of course she’s a D1 athlete. of course she hardly budges. 
instead, she drawls out “relaax”. to her credit, she moves her hand back down to your waist, her laughter melting into something softer when she looks back up at you.
you scowl, trying to look anywhere except the paige that truly felt like she was somehow getting closer. 
and she was, you discover, as her next breath comes out warm against your face. you think that you are going to die in this bed. 
“i’m just messing with you," she whispers, inches away from you. her hand moves, again, because of course it does, wrapping loosely around your wrist. “‘this okay?”
you have half the mind to nod, a microscopic movement that’s immediately met by soft lips on yours. its over too quick, paige pulling away and searching your eyes -- the first sign of nervousness she has shown all night.
you don’t let her debate, fingertips brushing her jawline as you pull her in again. it’s gentle, sweet, and so very paige that you shouldn’t be surprised when she pulls away again, a grin plastered on her lips. frustration etches your face as you try to lean into her again, only for her to pull further away. her gaze lands on your wrist under her thumb, pressing insistently into it. your brows furrow in a blissful moment of confusion before it clicks — pulse point. 
“shit is zooming again.”
“paige, i swear!"
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monsterdoll14 · 15 hours ago
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I wrote something for this! Beneath the cut so it’s not a giant block on somebody’s page. But it really liked this idea! @beneathsilverstars
You're sitting in your car, staring at a clock with all the power your, admittedly tiny, body possesses. You said you would arrive at her house at four, but you showed up at three thirty! Which is way too early to show up at someone's house so they could drink your blood, are you crazy? Madam Odile was going to think you were so weird, stars!
You take a deep breath in, and out. You repeat the motion two more times as you wait for the clock to tick. Two minutes to four o’clock, and maybe it was okay to show up a minute earlier but what if it wasn't!? You couldn't risk that! She might refuse to drink your blood if you offended her, and then you wouldn't get paid and then you couldn't pay rent…
Okay, you could wait two more minutes. You glance at the clock again, and it's already 4:03. Where have you been the past five minutes?!
You jump out the car, steady yourself, and hurry towards the front door.
“Donating” blood to vampires for money is a pretty common practice, since they usually pay pretty well and don't need to take too much blood. You can donate a couple times a month without any major health issues . Plus, with agencies dedicated to organizing blood matches between humans and vampires, it's not a particularly dangerous job. It's also proven to be the only job you can keep.
Of course it is, though. You're a human blood bag. There's not much to screw up as long as you stay still and don't act like a creep.
The match you're currently freaking out about is with a middle aged woman named Odile, who seemed decently wealthy by the size of her house and the fact she can afford rent in this economy. You envy her the tiniest bit about that last one.
She opened the door, looking exactly the same as her photos, and you smile at her.
“Nice to meet you! I'm Siffrin, I'm your donor for today!” Customer service mode, on!
She gives you a quick once over before nodding at something and moving to let you in, “Odile. Please come in.”
You hop over the doorway and carefully take off your shoes before you follow her to her couch. Thank the stars, you didn't really feel comfortable anywhere else. Bedroom was… weird, and the kitchen felt like you were just a piece of meat. Not that that was particularly inaccurate, but you couldn't stop yourself from feeling bad about it.
You sit on the couch where Odile gestures for you and take off your gloves. They are kinda scratchy, but you don't want to have to deal with strangers giving you weird looks about the marks lining your wrist. Odile doesn't comment on them, which is yet another win!
“So, how would you like to–”
“One moment.” Odile holds up a hand and walks away. You sit awkwardly on the couch, gloves off, waiting for her. Your skin starts to crawl a bit. She wasn't just going to leave you here,be right? You couldn't possibly have screwed up already. Unless he saw the marks on your wrist and thought you were some sort of weirdo who enjoyed getting bitten by vampires–oh, stars, what if she thought you were some sort of perverted creep? Should you leave? What if–
“Alright, I'm back. Is apple juice ok? I don't have any iron supplements, that was thoughtless of me. My apologies.”
Uh. you… didn't usually get something to drink when you did this..? You kept stuff in your car since you tended to get kicked out the moment you were finished. You could hardly blame any of those people, you didn't like strangers in your house either. Even if you did tend to need to wait alone in your car until you weren't woozy anymore, and your heating/cooling systems gave out a while ago…
Crab, you forgot to respond, “that's fine! Uh, thank you!”
Odile nods and makes her way over to you, setting the glass on a coaster on the table. She sits a bit away from you, which is appreciated but also slightly disappointing. You offer her your wrist. Better not to give her an option in case she tries your neck. The last time someone did that it was… a lot of touch from a stranger,
She takes it carefully in her hand, and you flinch a bit. She's holding you so, so carefully it's almost ticklish. She pauses, long enough for you to recollect yourself.
“Have you washed your hands?” she asks. Pretty common question, should not make you feel as dirty as it does.
“Yes ma’am.” You watch as she nods, mostly to herself, then sinks her teeth into your vein. You flinch again but she holds your wrist just firmly enough that the skin doesn't tear on her fangs. Thank the universe, you could not bleed all over her furniture. You didn't even have a couch at your house, but you knew how expensive they were. You wait, perfectly still even when you start to get a bit dizzy, enjoying the gentle touch on your wrists and odd intoxicated feeling you got whenever a vampire bites you.
… Which is disgusting, you shouldn't feel that way. This was a business transaction, stop being weird. It wasn't meant to be pleasant.
Odile finishes surprisingly quickly, pulling off and pressing a black towel to your wrist. You take it from there, holding the towel with one hand as you eye your apple juice. You definitely want a drink now, but you don't know when she’s going to ask you to leave.
She nudges it towards you, and you carefully accept. Geez, she didn't take much, but you've already donated a couple times this month. You feel woozier than usual.
“You should wait an hour or two before you leave,” Odile comments, standing and walking out, “it'll be late then, but I don't have anything to give you for dinner, as you can imagine. I hope you don't mind.”
An hour… or two? The longest you usually even needed was thirty minutes. Was this Odile’s first time doing this? But you can't imagine she was turned recently if she didn't bother keeping food in the house. Not to mention the illegal nature of being turned in the first place. It still happened, but it wasn't very common? Most were just born vampires these days.
“Well?” Odile's standing in front of you, stars! You needed to stop zoning out! What did she even say…?
“Yes, ma’am,” you mumble, hoping it's the right answer. There's no adverse response, so you think it's probably fine? She sits on an armchair next to you, far enough away that she couldn't grab you but close enough that she can watch you comfortably. She takes out a book and begins to read, and you sip your apple juice in bafflement. What was she even doing? …did she want seconds?
… You don't think you have it in you to give any more blood tonight. If she asks, you don't think you can really refuse, but you really don't want to. You reach for your gloves.
“Don't you need bandages?” she asks, arching her eyebrows.
You pause, gloves in hand, and need a second before you can fully process what she said, “not… really? I don't have any on hand, anyway.” You slump a little at the effort it takes to form coherent responses; which is probably cause for concern. Geez, you're tired.
“Hm. I'll remember next time, then.” Ah, so she was a repeat customer. You got those sometimes, but they usually didn't linger for fear of forming an actual connection with a human of all things. There's another pause before Odile speaks again, “why are you doing this? So often, too.”
That was a question you received pretty often, even from the quietest of vampires. To be fair, Odile didn't seem chatty to be exact, but apparently she had a curious streak.
“Well… the pay is good,” you tell her, cradling your drink. And it's the only way anyone will ever touch me, remains unsaid.
“Hm. money problems, then?” she asks, tone distant. Seems like she's already lost interest. You zone out a bit, then realize you should probably say something in response.
“...I've got plenty in the bank, just not the blood kind” you mumble, not particularly paying attention.
Odile laughs.
…oh!
You made her laugh!
A dazed smile makes its way onto your face. You feel warm, and there are little fireworks in your stomach because you made her laugh! This means she definitely doesn't hate you, right? Sure, she was gentle earlier, but that's a bit of a requirement with the more finicky veins. Can't have you bleeding out and ruining her nice furniture. But! You made her laugh! So even if she thinks you're gross for being this desperate for money, she probably doesn't hate you too much!
… or does she? Maybe this time was just a fluke. You should probably try again so you can be extra sure she doesn't hate you. Just in case. Something about blood, or banks, or vampires… but what if you offended her!? Most vampires didn't like your jokes!
You should be a little more vague. Just to be safe.
“Um, how many apples grow on a tree?” you ask, gesturing to your drink a bit. Odile gives you a confused look.
“Pardon?”
“All of them!” you tell her, grinning. She purses her lips, but doesnt look particularly annoyed. More confused, which was not the reaction you were going for.
“I… see.”
Quick, try again, “sorry, I tried to make a joke, but there were no fruits to my labor!”
Odile snorts at that one, turning the page of her book, “I see. You poor thing.”
You giggle, and she shakes her head at your next few attempts to make her laugh. Regardless, an hour later you're feeling much better and leave. You don't even have to sit in your car very long before you feel safe to drive, which is good because the cold has gotten a lot worse over the past few days. You should start carrying heat pads.
I continued this on AO3 with the name “Damothgremlin” in case you’re interested! It’s called In Blood Bags And Time.
thinkign about odile with fangies,,
au where odile is a vampire and siffrin "donates blood" for money (classic occupation for someone lonely and hopeless) and siffrin says something funny while woozily recovering and odile did NOT expect that from him and laughs and siffrin is like. oh fuck yes i'm getting a good grade in being vampire food.
it's not even a purposeful dumb joke he's just a little out of it and saying things. which odile usually gets annoyed when people go all no-filter and say things to her that she is not interested in hearing or god forbid having to respond to. but siffrin is just being cute and earnest and still not too chatty!
and then siffrin is like I MADE HER LSUGH I HAVE TO KEEP BEING FUNNY and his actual attempts at jokes are so weak that they wrap back around to being entertaining. odiles like mhm im sure there was a joke in there somewhere maybe try again in twenty minutes.
they're going through an agency at first, but odile gets annoyed at how large of a cut the agency takes, but it's easier and safer than trying to arrange something with a stranger independently. but she really likes siffrin so after a couple times she's like. no pressure but if you'd rather get paid a little more we could just continue doing this informally. and siffrin is like YES PLEASE bc they really need the money and they like odile too!
but then siffrin starts donating too much blood bc he's still going through the agency as often as allowed And going to odile independently. it's pretty obvious pretty quickly though, and as soon as she catches on odile lectures them and says she won't keep doing this if siffrin won't take care of themself, and siffrin gets all sad (<- hates to be rejected) and is like oh.. ok.. guess i'll leave... and odile is like oh my god no you still have to drink your orange juice first and you should not have even driven HERE in the first place. *i* will drive you home. which has siffrin all ?? bc wow mixed messages (<- has never been cared about before). but odile finds out that siffrin lives in the shittiest apartment ever and is always this close away from getting evicted and long story short siffrin ends up moving in with odile.
odile is like. well. this is kind of a problematic setup but definitely better than the alternative.
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cherrysurf · 2 days ago
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Hello! I was maybe thinking to help with the writers block, that maybe you could do Katsuki helping the reader in the gym! (They don't actually know each other, but they were basically the only people in the gym and the reader, or Katsuki, needed a spotter) :]
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Early morning gym session !
professional trainer!bakugou x f!reader
little ooc, yn is athletic but not super (kinda half proofread)
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It was 4am when you decided to hit the gym before work, you liked waking up early to be prepared for the day and another thing about it was that there was hardly anyone at the gym during those hours, a few people here and there but that was it. The only downside to this was the fact that when you needed a spotter you couldn’t ask because of lack of people or the fact that everyone was in the zone doing their own thing. So here you are again at the gym it was 4:30am it was only you and maybe two other people as you were setting up the weights on the rack to do squats, you were trying to reach a new rep but you were hesitant just in case you couldn’t lift it backup and didn’t want to cause a severe injury on your back right before work, so you look around to see if anyone was taking a break between their sets so they could help you real quick, that’s when you see a tall spiky blonde man sitting on a bench wiping sweat off his face and drinking water, although he did look intimidating you had no other choice it was that or the group of grandmas on the tendmills you decided to suck it up and go ask him if he says no you’ll just stick to the same rep you can do by yourself. You slowly walked up to him. He was down looking at his phone with his headphones in black sleek beats just like yours but yours were blue. Then he saw a pair of shoes on the floor and looked up to see you awkwardly waved hi and pointed at your ears to signify that you wanted to say something, he took off his headphones and then said “what do you want?” in a monotone voice, “uhm i’m trying to reach a new rep but i need a spotter and i saw you were talking a break so i wanted to ask, but if you can’t that’s totally okay! i understand so you don’t need to worry about it or feel forced or anything” you said rambling “6 reps of 14 or i’m not doing it.” he said “what?” you say confused “6 reps of 14 or i'm not doing it. How do you expect to grow your glutes without a proper amount of reps?” he said almost in a snarky manner “mmh can i at least get a break in between?” you say “if you do them right. If not, you start over” he said. “Why did you ask him you” wondered annoyingly. “So why should I take your advice?” you questioned the man “because i’m a personal trainer and i know a lot more than you.” he added while taking a sip of his water “oh?” you say stunned “mhm so let’s get started before i don’t want to do this anymore.” he standing up you simply just turned around and walked to where you were while he followed behind—
the time he spent as your spotter was hell, filled with yelling about not squatting properly, how weak you were, how he squats twice as much, you were sweating so much you looked like how he looked when you approached him after it was done you laid down on the floor trying to catch your breath “that was nothing i don’t know why you are so dramatic clearly you’ve never trained properly.” he said laughing in a mocking way all you could do was roll your eyes from the lack of energy to fight him back. “So what's your name?” he says looking down at you “yn. you?” you responded heavily breathing “bakugou.” he said “i could train you if you want to get better” he continued on “no thanks i don’t want to pay for someone to yell at me” you say “free of charge for now. We go to the gym at the same time and I'll have you follow my daily routine just for a girl” he says, offering his hand to get you up, which you are shocked by how quickly he was able to get you off the ground with one hand. “free for now?” you asked confused, “think of it like a free trial if you’re not annoying and do the workouts right we can keep it free.” he shrugs “gimme your phone so i can put my number in” he said you comply handing him your phone and he returns it back before walking off “enjoy the rest of your measly work out see you tomorrow for a real workout.” he said going back to the area he was in leaving you shocked and outta breath ready to go home and shower thinking about how sore your going to be “maybe i should call out of work. I’m gonna have jelly legs.” you say groaning in annoyance.
the next couple of days of this new found routine helped you out a lot despite you coming home sore the first few days, you looked and felt better and noticed results faster than normal so one day after you and bakugou had finished the gym session you wanted to thank him, so as you both were walking out to leave and go your separate ways you stopped him “hey uhm i actually have something for you as a thank you gift but it’s in my car, would you mind if i go get it really quick.” you say nervously “we can just walk to your car so you don’t have to walk all the way back here” he said, “okay” you say as you both walked to your car it was awkward but that’s how it was if you and him were working out, you make it to your car to unlock it and pull out the gift basket with pre-workouts and a thank you car and some other gym essentials, his face was shocked at the sight of it all he rolled his eyes “you know you didn’t have to do this.” he said looking at you holding the gift basket “i know but you don’t charge me for lessons and they’ve been helping so it’s the least i can do.” you say looking at him. “Whatever, thank you I guess.” he said, taking the basket. “See you tomorrow don’t be late” he said walking off with his gift in hand, which made you smile to see that hint of amusement on his face from the gift. just as you were about to drive off you get a text from him saying “let’s go out to eat this weekend so i can tell you what you can eat for the the best results” he said which made you squeal like a little girl “okay sounds cool” you text back trying to be nonchalant but we’re really freaking out in real life excited for your little “date” with the cute boy from the gym.
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a/n- thank you meeya for looking over it 😞🤞🏼, also ty darhina for requesting this? i rlly enjoyed writing it!!
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 days ago
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Inspired by this post: What if B'Elanna reveals to Harry that she feels insecure about not knowing much about her Human (Puerto Rican) heritage after two interactions at the beginning of the episode - one with Chakotay and one with Tuvok where they both display a deep connection to their heritages and cultural practices. Harry then reveals that he's also mixed - his mother being Chinese while his father's Korean. Like Chakotay, he wasn't very interested in cultural practices as a kid (he seems like he'd find them boring at a young age) and his parents didn't push him to participate or learn which was fine when he was a kid but as he got older he began to feel a sense of displacement, guilt, and frustration. It's easier to just be 'Human' rather than taking ownership of anything more specific, especially since to most people he's not visibly mixed, but with being away from his family he feels now more than ever that he wishes he'd connected to that heritage. He expresses the same yearning that B'Elanna brings to him - he's also noticed that Tuvok and Chakotay can connect to their parents, their people, their faith even so far away...that connection gives them a strength and assurance that both Harry and B'Elanna envy. He tells her about the Alter Ego coaching incident and B'Elanna tells him about the Meditation Fail. They both tease each other good naturedly. B'Elanna tells Harry about how Chakotay instructed her in some of his cultural practices (we see in 'Cathexis' that she has knowledge of these practices) and how she started being jealous then, specifically of how he can connect to and sort of amend his relationship with his father (which was rocky in life) THROUGH these practices and the faith he carries in them. She sometimes tried to do the same privately but it felt like acting, uncomfortable. B'Elanna's different from Harry, having been bullied for her Klingon side heavily, she wanted very much to claim her Human (Puerto Rican) heritage. She never saw it as something boring and often tried to connect with her cousins etc over it but they always pushed her away, asserting she was 'Klingon' and as 'Other.' After her father left, she seems to have been entirely cut off from her Human side of the family. When she grew enough to do her own research into her heritage, she felt overwhelmingly that it was already too late for her to connect to this side of herself. People already only call her "Klingon" though she's half Human. If she were to attempt to claim anything more specific, she'd surely just be laughed at. Harry smiles and bumps her shoulder with his own. "I'm not laughing," he says. "You're smiling." "I usually am." Then B'Elanna smiles too. Throughout the series (from that point on) we can see B'Elanna and Harry practicing Mandarin, Korean, and Puerto Rican Spanish. Though they start off just helping the other, they start to learn all three languages between them and sometimes have conversations as they're working together which become less and less stilted as time goes on. Harry even learns a bit of Klingon! This leads to B'Elanna's Human grandmother or something being the one to contact her instead of her no-good-space-racist-daughter-abandoning-terrible-scum-father and B'Elanna opening the conversation by speaking to her in Spanish, to the woman's unabashed delight. B'Elanna quickly wipes away a tear at hearing how proud the woman is of her, how she grew up so beautifully, how she was afraid she forgot all about them or hated them for what her father did to her family but she's so pleased that obviously isn't the case, not if she took the time to learn their language. Afterward, we see B'Elanna restless in her quarters. She gets up and begins a letter. It's to her mother, whom she still doesn't know the status of (her grandmother hasn't been in contact with her or B'Elanna's father). She starts in Standard then pauses and has the computer erase that entry, beginning again in Klingon. End.
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leighsartworks216 · 24 hours ago
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Suffering
Sylus x touch-averse!gn!Reader
If I had a nickel for every fic I wrote that had a white-haired, red-eyed night-dweller comforting the reader for not being able to touch them without being viscerally uncomfortable, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice
Warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, touch aversion, touch starvation, kissing, first kiss
Word Count: 1,298
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You trace your fingertips lightly over the angle of his cheek, the bump in his nose, the soft skin under his eyes. He's so soft, so vulnerable. His eyes are closed. His brow is relaxed. He sighs as you trace over his eyebrows.
Despite your ongoing relationship, this is the closest you've ever been to him. The most intimate touch you've ever shared. It took so much effort on your part to work yourself up to even this much, but he hasn't once faltered. If you flinch away, he lets you go. Any touch you deem him worthy of, he accepts gracefully, always doing his best to accommodate you without overwhelming you.
This overall has culminated in "hand holding", where you only link your pinkies together, and lingering near each other to the point of almost-but-not-quite touching. You know he wants to embrace you. Hold you close, bury his face in your neck and rest his hands flat on the skin of your back, legs tangled together.
Even now, there's a gap between you both. He lays on his side of the bed and you lay on yours. You touch his chin, faltering.
"I'm sorry I don't touch you the way you want me to," you whisper into the still air.
His eyes open right away. Piercing eyes that gleam in the dim light, staring into your very soul. "Don't apologize for that, kitten," he dismisses, matching the volume of your voice.
You frown, but you don't want to stop just yet. He's so soft and warm. You trace his jaw, avoiding his gaze. "Why shouldn't I? I know it's hard for you..."
"It's hard for you, too," he argues. "Why should you be the one to suffer for my sake?"
"Why do you have to suffer for mine?"
His lips quirk up slightly. You can't stop yourself from tracing the corners, where the skin bends around his lip. His eyes flicker down. You can almost feel his desire to kiss or bite your fingertips, and the effort it takes to stay still.
"For moments like this," he answers after a moment. He lets his eyes close again. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn't it?"
You pinch his cheek. He chuckles. "Yeah, but I'm not absent. Don't you want a partner who can give you all the attention you want?"
"No." He opens his eyes again, half-lidded and docile. "I want you."
You smooth your thumb over his cheek where you pinched him. In a small voice, you ask, "Are you sure?"
He hums. "More than anything."
You hesitantly meet his eyes. They're so full of warmth and care. There's no deception to be found at all. No hidden flicker of a grimace or eye roll or anything. You can't help the disbelief that runs its course through your head.
How many partners in the past have been upset with your lack of physical affection? How many called you cold and uncaring? How many forced you to accept their touch, even as it burned like acid on your skin? How many...?
Your first thought is how one day, he will be tired of this dance. He'll be overcome with the need to be touched, held, doted on, and you won't be able to provide. Maybe he'll be like that one ex, who caressed and kissed someone else right in front of you after you pulled your hand away. Or maybe he'll seek it out in secret, with someone far more beautiful and far more willing than you; any of the beautiful people that would do anything for him to even glance their way. Or maybe he'll just leave you right there, with scathing words that denounce you as being broken and unworthy of the attention he lauds onto you.
Your second thought, however, screams out. It shouts that he would never do that. Never would he hurt you on purpose. Never would he even lie to you like that. He's not like any of your exes, or past friends who drifted away when they couldn't lean against you while laughing about something stupid.
You brush your fingers lightly over his lips. His eyelids flutter slightly, soft breath exhaled from his nose, fanning against your knuckles. He's so beautiful. His lips are so soft and plush. His cupid's bow is so pronounced. The way his skin shifts under your fingers with the slightest pressure...
Your heart races. Your breath catches. You swallow nervously, forcing yourself not to look away from his eyes.
"Sy?"
"Hm?"
"Can... Can I kiss you?"
His eyes open just a bit wider, brows raising imperceptibly. He glances at your own lips. "You don't need to ask, sweetheart."
He waits for you to move, like always. Even if you backed out now, he wouldn't complain. He wouldn't even frown. He'd smile, say something sweet, and move on. That silent reassurance is the catalyst that convinces you to follow through.
You shift on the bed, leaning closer. You experimentally draw his lower lip down. They part with a slight smirk. But it's not condescending. It's excited.
So close, you can feel his breath against your face. His eyes are almost fully closed, heavily lidded as he watches your approach. At the lightest ghosting of your lips, he inhales sharply, waiting. Trying not to scare you away.
Finally, you kiss him.
It's so light at first. So delicate.
You kiss him again. He tastes like Gin Fizz and pomegranate. He tastes so sweet.
He sighs into your mouth, following the languid pace you've set. You trace your fingers along the underside of his jaw, from his chin up to his ear. You can feel the low sound of his enjoyment rumble against your fingertips.
And just like that, it becomes too much.
You don't want to pull away. You don't want to stop feeling his lips caressing over yours, sucking so gently on your lower lip to graze it with his teeth. It feels like heaven - tastes like heaven. You're loath to be without it so soon after you've just been introduced to how wonderful it can be.
But your body is screaming. It itches, stings, like poison ivy, tainting every inch of skin that's touched him. You try to draw it out, push through the aversion to have this one little moment with him, licking the seam of his lips, which he does not hesitate to part just for you.
Eventually, you just can't.
You pull away too abruptly, too quickly drawing your hand away from his soft skin and scooting back to your side of the bed. His eyes shoot open immediately, a crease forming between his brows in concern.
"I'm sorry," you sputter out. "I'm sorry- I didn't-"
"Calm down, sweetie. You don't need to apologize."
You grip at the smooth silk blanket, as though it will cool the fire rampaging down your fingers into your arms. You pull it up to your face to press it into your eyes, hiding your face as you fight your frustration. "I hate being like this, Sy! God, I can't even kiss my boyfriend for two seconds without wanting to rip my skin off!"
You want to cry. You want to scream! You want to run away, soak in a bath of boiling water, be sedated - anything! Anything that could take the feeling away and steal you from the embarrassment consuming you.
Your first kiss with Sylus - and it ends like this.
"Thank you."
You pull the blanket from your eyes to look at him. "What?"
He smiles. "Thank you," he repeats again, just as simply as the first time, like it makes all the sense in the world to be thanking you after you ripped yourself away from him.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"For suffering."
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alrightbuckaroo · 20 hours ago
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What a year, huh! I haven't nearly as much as I did last year, but June was my very first time feeling confident writing smut during the entire nine years I've been writing fanfiction, so I'm treating that as a personal victory. Anyways, here's the goods, my personal favorites are in red (you already know, string of fate):
tender eyes that shine | M | 16.1k words
A character study in which Carlos learns to love himself a little more, even the soft parts.
love can pull you out of yesterday | T | 38.9k words
The day TK falls through the ice is a day that Carlos doesn't want to remember, but it's one he can't forget. It's the day he's currently stuck living over and over and over again.
something to give each other | E | 11.9k words
12 times TK and Carlos love each other in their rawest form. or Sex. 12 ways.
goodnights and goodbyes | G | 4.6k words
TK and Carlos journey to New York for the first time to attend TK's high school reunion. While Carlos is dreading the thought of socialization in a new city, TK is dreading the thought of running into something, or rather someone, from his past.
furever home | G | 4.9k words
“Do you think he bites?” TK asks, bringing Carlos back to the present. His question is laced with uncertainty, but it’s not strong enough to raise cause for concern. “You didn’t seem to mind biting all that much the other night,” Carlos playfully counters, pulling out the plastic food dish that’s covered in imprinted black paw-prints. Pun, somewhat intentional. TK, fondly, rolls his eyes. “Really?” Carlos' chuckles are lost in the mix of kibble hitting the bottom of the plastic bowl. “Force of habit,” He defends with a shrug. or Carlos and TK get a dog.
modus operandi | E | 1.1k words
Carlos walks through the front door, smelling of gunpowder, sweat, and satisfaction.TK almost falls apart on the kitchen floor right then and there. He’s just finishing putting Lou II back in his tank and putting the rest of the bell pepper away. “Hey baby,” TK greets, his smile turning a bit electric when he seems the gleam in Carlos’ eyes. He watches as Carlos takes off his hat and removes his holster. “Just finished feeding Lou II. He was hungry.” “He’s not the only one,” Carlos declares before undoing the knot in his tie. He collides with TK, mouths overtaking one another, no air escaping between them. Carlos tastes like married life, missed dinners and the right kind of mayhem. or Carlos solves the case and needs to put all of the adrenaline somewhere.
devour me | E | 20.5k words
de·vour [ dih-vou-uhr, -vou-er ]: to consume destructively, recklessly, or wantonly or kinktober prompt fills
come home to my heart | M | 2.8k words
TK crawls up his body as if he’s a path only he gets to trek. As soon as they’re face to face, TK briefly stills, falling even more in love with his husband’s eyes. Brown, warm, and somehow both inviting and begging to be let in. TK wants to tell him that he doesn’t need to beg; there’s a place in his heart where he’s always welcomed. Carlos smiles and TK’s pulled out of his thoughts, smiling back, almost subconsciously. He can’t help it, Carlos just has this effect on him. He leans in, and Carlos opens his mouth, the heat tantalizing and teasing. or a 5x05 Coda in which we see "sexy time" reach fruition and that loving kiss become something more
moments in love
when the morning comes
a pretty good team
it's okay. we're okay.
sidewalk chalk, covered in snow
Don't worry, I'm not done, I made a couple of gif sets too!
“and you were gazing at me, more than gazing — my gaze was dreaming you, and yours was dreaming me.”
a boy's best friend is his mother
Thanks to @heartstringsduet, @bonheur-cafe @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @whatsintheboxmh, and @henrygrass for the tags!
No pressure tagging the lot of you because I want everyone to show off:
@reyesstrand, @herefortarlos, @carlos-in-glasses, @paperstorm, @actual-sleeping-beauty, @ambiguouspenny
@sapphic--kiwi, @strandnreyes, @sheholdsthemoon, @sanjuwrites, @decafdino
@danieljradcliffe, @freneticfloetry, @guardian-angle22, @goldenskykaysani, @hereghostslive
@honeybee-taskforce, @kiloskywalker, @lutavero, @literateowl, @lemonlyman-dotcom
@lightningboltreader, @orchidscript, @irispurpurea, @ironheartwriter, @irispurpurea
@your-catfish-friend, @three-drink-amy, @theghostofashton, @thebumblecee, @tellmegoodbye
@rosedavid, @reasonandfaithinharmony, @ravens-words, @captain-gillian, @nancys-braids
@emsprovisions, @never-blooms, @eclectic-sassycoweyes, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes
@basilsunrise, @carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut
@mikibwrites, @everlastingday, @noxsoulmate, @lire-casander and of course, the biggest open tag every <3
and as always, if it's been hard to create this year, that doesn't make you any less of a writer, artist, gif maker, etc. you just needed a break, we all do sometimes :)
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wlwlibrary · 2 days ago
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I'm super hyped for this so here's my predictions (totally not biased lol)
sorry if it's a little all over the place... (I was really tired when making the bracket list so excuse my spelling mistakes, namely supercorp with b T-T and 2017 instead of 2018)
So first 8 brackets top left, I don't know a lot about these ships but I do know Bubbline and they're quite popular so my guess is they definitely win at least one if not 2 rounds.
Brackets 8-17 middle left, again, don't know a lot about these ships except Lumity and they are really popular on ao3, top 3 ship actually. They will make it to the semi-finale because they have little competition (see brackets 1-16).
The next brackets are interesting... brackets 17-20 middle left. Korrasami, well known and liked will definitely win their first round BUT no way they will win against Supercorb. Supercorb is top 1 femslash ship on ao3 and one of THE most popular and well known femslash ships in history (along with SwanQueen and Clexa, honorable mention to Xena x Gabrielle bc they were the OGs).
Brackets 21-24 middle left, pretty confident Agathario will win these 2 rounds. Brand new ship that gained a lot of traction pretty fast. Sadly, I don't think they stand a chance against Supercorb either bc Supercorb just has such a long standing history while Agathario has just emerged. And what makes a ship strong imo (i dont mean the dynamic itself but its relationship to fandom) is endurance, like how long does a significant portion of the fandom continue to create fanworks and talk about the ship even after the original source material has ended.
Brackets 25-28 middle left, I could see both XenaGab and Avatrice winning the third round. XenaGab is the OG but it's not as well known and popular as Supercorb or SwanQueen for example. So maybe Avatrice has a chance because I've seen people posting about them.
Well, whoever wins of the aforementioned, SwanQueen will trump them, pretty sure.
Bottom left, I have high hopes for Chaggie because they had a really steep incline on ao3 with the release of Hazbin Hotel. Again, I don't think they'll win against SQ but there is a tiny tiny chance. I guess it all depends on the demographic this shipping contest reaches.
Quarter finals give me a headache bc I just know it's gonna be Supercorb vs. SwanQueen AGAIN. Kinda reminds me of Zimbio March Madness 2018 (just realized I wrote 2017 in the pic whoops). Anyway that's gonna be stressful lol personally I really want SQ to win that round :,)
So in semi-finals on the left we have Lumity against either SQ or Supercorb, so basically ao3 top 3 vs. top 1 or top 2 spots ahhhhh
Moving on to the right side...
Bracket 1-8, top right, Catradora will win it all up quarter finals where they're gonna loose to Gelphie or Caitvi. I don't know a lot of the ships but I'm pretty confident in my prediction.
Brackets 9-16 are really interesting because we have two newcomers or more like revival in Gelphie's case. Both pretty new ships but insanely popular at the moment, literally all over Tumblr. I can't really say who's gonna win between Gelphie and Caitvi, it all depends on who these polls reach. However, I'm leaning towards Caitvi simply because I feel like it's slightly more popular.
Brackets 17-20, it's gonna be a show off between Harlivy and Rhaenicent. Harlivy has a pretty solid fanbase that's been around for quite a few years which gives them an edge, but I wouldn't underestimate Rhaenicent (personal bias? what, no. jk).
Brackets 21-24 I have 0 idea how this is gonna turn out, all ships are pretty equal popularity wise. I guess Sanvers might win and Morgwen but afterwards? No idea.... Harlivy or Rhaenicent will be part of the quarter finals though.
Bottom 8 brackets, Wenclair will win 2 rounds at least. They've been really popular when Wednesday was released but I feel like they have died down a bit since then. I'm quite unsure if Clexa or Farcille would have a chance but just to be sure I put them as possible candidates for the quarter finals. Although the fandom Clexa has been mostly dead for too long (if I'm wrong pls correct me) and Farcille is still too new and unheard of in the entirety of femslash fandom.
My bet is still on either Rhaenicent or Harlivy for semi-finals.
So, semi finals...
I firmly believe that SQ or Supercorp, depending on who's winning quarter finals, will make it to the final. From the right side I'll place my bets on either Caitvi or Geplhie simply for the fact that my feed has been flooded by fanworks of them and because of the sensation of the ships.
Now regarding who will be the final winner... Could be either of the finalist, I really can't say. I'm hoping for SwanQueen but I'm having doubts due to the fact that there are really strong contestants before the final, Supercorp and Lumity, although Supercorp is the bigger threat.
The final itself is basically new vs. old-school ships, no matter who wins on the left haha.
That's it, obviously this is super biased and how this contest turns out is entirely dependant on what fandom spaces are reached but I'm really excited. Like there are possible demographic differences regarding live action vs. animation and eastern vs. western media.
Let me know your thoughts on who's gonna win and who you favor :D
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If the above happens to apply to you, you might be eligible to vote in this bracket! We have pitted the most popular femslash pairings against each other to see who will emerge victorious. Round 1 polls drop on Thursday, December 26th at 4PM PST, and will run for three days.
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This bracket was made with a combination of centreoftheselights' Ao3 data, the Tumblr 2024 Year in Review list, and a few notes of historical interest, and seeded according to the results of this survey!
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nightwriter357 · 3 days ago
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Just Friends - You make it feel like Christmas
Sorry to be posting this so late but MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! This year I'm giving you part 8 of my Damien Haas " reader series called Just Friends.
I hope you all enjoy and have a great Christmas 🎁🎄
The cozy scent of cinnamon fills the air, mingling with the warm glow of Christmas lights strung lazily across the room. The tree in the corner looks more suitable for Halloween than Christmas, but it's charming in its own way. Damien sits cross-legged on the floor, glaring at a roll of wrapping paper like it's a puzzle. Shayne is sprawled on the couch, tossing a stress ball in the air. It's time for you all to go home to your families for the holidays soon so an early celebration was a must.
You lean against the counter, cider in hand, and break the silence with a bright, "So... Merry Christmas!"
Damien looks up with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "It's not Christmas."
"I know," you reply with a grin. "But it's like... pretend Christmas."
Damien chuckles, shaking his head. "First a practice date, now pretend Christmas. What's next?"
"Premarital funeral?" you suggest, barely containing your laughter.
"What—no. Why premarital?" Damien asks, his expression equal parts confused and amused.
"I just wanted to give you the P," you say innocently, trying to keep a straight face.
Damien stares at you, his voice full of mock accusation. "You wanted to give me the what now?"
"The... you know what, shut up," you laugh, waving him off. "Merry Christmas."
Shayne tosses the stress ball once more, catching it with an exaggerated sigh. "So, we're really doing this, huh? Hosting a holiday gathering for this crew?"
"It's not that bad," Damien says, finally managing to cut a piece of tape. "Courtney's bringing candy, Angela's bringing cookies—"
"And Angela's crazy roommate is bringing the crazy," Shayne interrupts, grinning.
"She's not that bad," you say, though your tone betrays your doubt. "She's... spirited."
"Spirited like a feral cat in a Santa hat," Shayne quips.
Damien laughs, shaking his head. "That's not true, She definitely will not be wearing a santa hat."
"Okay, but who's got bets on Angela trying to juggle the ornaments again?" You asks, glancing between Damien and Shayne.
Shayne snorts. "Not worth betting. That's a guarantee."
The sound of the front door opening cuts the conversation short, and Courtney bursts in, her energy instantly brightening the room.
Courtney dumps her stuff  onto the coffee table with a huff. "Okay, spill. What's Angela's roommate like? I need to mentally prepare before I meet her. Angela keeps dodging my questions, which only makes me more nervous."
Damien pauses mid-wrap, glancing at you. "Where do we even start?"
You smirk, settling onto the arm of the couch. "She is... a character. She dedicated her life to solving this case. At least, that's what she says."
Courtney raises an eyebrow. "That sounds... intense."
Shayne snorts, sitting up straighter. "Oh, it is. She's been chasing the killer like it's her life's mission. But she's never actually solved a case."
"Not one?" Courtney asks, incredulous.
"Not even close," Damien says, grinning. "But she's got these real good insane stories about her time on the force."
"She says stuff like, 'Eat my ass,' as casually as you'd say, 'Good morning,'" Shayne adds, laughing.
Courtney stares at all three of you, wide-eyed. "You're messing with me."
"Oh, we wish," you say, unable to hide your amusement. "She's a walking, talking hurricane with a nicotine addiction and a flair for the dramatic."
"She's... Dedicated," Damien offers, though his expression suggests he's grasping for something positive to say.
Courtney lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand through her hair. "I can't tell if I'm terrified or intrigued."
Shayne chuckles. "She'll be fine. Just don't ask too many follow-up questions about the Creekside Killer unless you're ready for a full PowerPoint presentation."
"Noted." Courtney glances toward the door, as if expecting her to burst in unannounced. "This is going to be... interesting."
As if on cue, the door swings open, and in walk Angela and her roommate, the latter's wet bangs dripping in the Christmas season's slush. Angela gives a cheerful wave, while her roommate pulls out a cigarette and prepares to light it, muttering something about the cold weather.
"Whoa, whoa!" Damien says, standing quickly. "You can't smoke in here."
Sarah Christ glances up, raising an eyebrow as she tucks the unlit cigarette behind her ear. "Relax, you little worm. It's just for the aesthetic."
"Sure it is," you mutter under your breath, exchanging an amused glance with Damien.
Courtney watches the exchange, her mouth twitching as if she's suppressing a laugh. 
You glance around the room, catching everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone. Let's get started with Secret Santa."
Shayne perks up from his spot on the couch. "Finally! I've been dying to see what everyone got."
Damien settles onto the floor near the tree, looking relaxed. "So, are we doing this one by one, or is it a free-for-all?"
"One by one," Sarah chimes in, the unlit cigarette now dangling from her lip. "Let's make it last." 
Shayne's the first to hand out a gift, his signature grin plastered on his face. He hands Courtney a beautifully wrapped box, and when she opens it, she gasps, pulling out a gorgeous yellow patterned silk robe.
"Shayne, this is beautiful!" Courtney exclaims, her eyes lighting up. "I'm going to look so fancy lounging around in this!"
Shayne bows dramatically. "Well, what can I say? You deserve nothing less."
Courtney beams, giving him a quick hug. "Thank you so much!"
You shoot Damien a pointed look, and he smirks in return, clearly thinking the same thing as you. The two of you have teased Shayne about his not-so-secret feelings for Courtney more times than you can count, and this little gesture just added more fuel to the fire.
Next, Courtney hands Sarah Christ a small, neatly wrapped box. "This one's for you," Courtney says with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Sarah Christ takes the box, turning it over in her hands with a smirk. "What's this? Another crime for me to solve?"
"Ehm..no?" Courtney replies, waving a hand.
Sarah tears off the paper, revealing a sleek lighter engraved with the words "Let there be light—Christ." She bursts out laughing, holding it up for everyone to see. "Oh fuck yeah, this is brilliant. A Christ lighter for Christ. You're a genius."
Courtney shrugs, clearly pleased with herself. "Seemed fitting."
Sarah Christ clicks the lighter open and closed a few times, inspecting it. "Are you sure I can't smoke in here?"
"No!" Shayne cuts in before anyone else can answer.
Sarah Christ rolls her eyes, leaning back in her seat and nudging Angela. "I could get a warrant!"
Angela snorts, crossing her arms. "No, you couldn't!"
Laughter fills the room, and Sarah pockets the lighter with a nod. "Thanks, Courtney, you really know me well."
Courtney raises an eyebrow but Sarah Christ doesn't seem to notice as she hands Angela her gift. "Here. Don't say I never gave you anything," she says with a crooked grin.
Angela takes the bag, and pulls out a sleek pair of noise-canceling headphones. Her eyes widen as she looks them over. "Finally, I can get some peace and quiet," she says with a grin, holding them up. "No more listening to people rant about the Creakside Killer."
Sarah lets out a dry laugh, leaning back in her chair. "Peace and quiet? Must be nice. My brain’s more like… I don’t know, walking down a dark alley, then—bam!—some thug shows up, takes everything, and leaves my brain standing there like an orphaned billionaire."
Shayne pauses mid-sip of his drink, raising an eyebrow. "So... Batman?"
Sarah blinks, her expression blank. "Who’s that?"
Shayne sets his glass down, staring at her like she just grew a second head. "You’re literally describing Batman."
Sarah shrugs, completely unbothered. "Never heard of him." She waves a hand dismissively. "Anyway—"
Everyone bursts out laughing. You chuckle along with them before turning your attention to Damien, who's sitting there, an amused look on his face. He meets your eyes and raises an eyebrow, as if signaling it's time for the next gift exchange.
Damien grins and hands you your gift. "Alright, your turn."
He hands you a gift with a playful smile. You open it carefully, peeling back the paper to reveal not one, but two cinnamon-scented candles. 
Shayne, immediately noticing the gift, smirks. "Hold on, Damien, are you giving her the same candle I gave her last year? What happened to being original?"
Damien grins back. "Nah, this is an upgrade, Shayne. Last year, she got all misty-eyed over one. This year, I thought two would really make her day."
You raise an eyebrow at Damien, teasing, "So, you're trying to top Shayne Topp, huh?"
Shayne lets out a dramatic sigh. "I mean, it's cute that you're trying to improve on perfection, but let's be real: nothing's beating the original."
You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You two are ridiculous."
Damien chuckles, leaning in a bit. "Maybe a little, but I know you love these."
You smile and wipe a fake tear from your eye. "Thanks, Damien. They're perfect."
Finally, you hand Shayne your gift—a twisted straw. His eyes light up as he holds it up like it's the greatest thing he's ever seen.
"A twisted straw?" Shayne says, a grin spreading across his face. "This is... this is incredible." He wipes a real tear from his eye.
You laugh. "It's just a straw, Shayne. Don't get too carried away."
Shayne twirls it around in his fingers like it's a prized possession. "No, you don't get it. This is the best thing ever!" He gives a dramatic sigh, as if overwhelmed. "I don't even know how to explain it. This twisted straw... it's perfect. It just speaks to me, you know?"
The room fills with laughter as everyone passes around their gifts, each one a little more unexpected than the last.
As the evening winds down, the warmth of the holiday spirit starts to fade. Soon, Sarah Christ, Angela, and Courtney start gathering their things, preparing to head home for Christmas.
Sarah Christ looks around the room, nodding at everyone. "Glad I took my one day off to spend with you guys," she says, her tone suggesting she's genuinely enjoyed herself, even if she has a funny way of showing it.
Damien glances at her, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, you only get one day off?"
Sarah shrugs nonchalantly. "Yep, but clearly, I made the right call. This was... unexpectedly tolerable."
Courtney chuckles, clearly surprised. "Well, you're not the only one. I didn't expect to have this much fun."
With the goodbyes exchanged, they head out together, leaving you, Damien, and Shayne alone in your apartment. The sounds of the evening fade into a gentle silence as Shayne goes to get his bags, leaving you and Damien standing in the quiet aftermath of everything that's just happened.
You and Damien glance at each other, both seemingly at a loss for words. "So," you start, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, "I guess we'll see each other in a week."
Damien nods, his hands resting on the back of his neck. "Yeah. Weird, huh?"
You chuckle lightly. "It's just... it's just that we're, you know, roommates, right? I mean, we've been living together for a while now."
Damien raises an eyebrow, but you can't quite tell if he's joking or being serious. "Yeah, We're not really used to being apart."
"Right?" You nod, relieved to have your thoughts validated. "It's like, we've been sharing a space, and now I have to go home and it just feels... off." 
Damien laughs, though there's a slight hesitation in it. "Yeah, when you're around someone this much, saying goodbye.. even only for a while, is hard."
Just then, Shayne calls out from the hallway, his voice loud and casual. "Alright, I’m outta here, you two! Catch ya later!"
You and Damien exchange a brief glance before you call out, "Bye, Shayne!"
"See ya, man," Damien chimes in, his voice equally casual.
Shayne, already halfway out the door, doesn't even stop to respond, but his voice rings out from the hallway. "Later!"
You and Damien both stare at the door for a second, then glance back at each other. You break the silence with a dramatic sigh. "Where were we? Oh, right... It’s hard saying goodbye to someone you live with."
There’s a brief, awkward pause as both of you try to act like it’s not obvious.
Damien looks at you for a moment, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. "Totally," he agrees with a teasing tone. "It's just because we're roommates."
"Wow, 'just'" you say, clutching your chest dramatically. "It's like you don't care about me at all."
There’s a flicker of something in his expression—too quick to fully catch—but his smirk softens, just a little. "More than you think," he says, his voice quieter now.
The playful edge in your voice falters slightly. "Oh really? How much do you care about me, Damien?"
His eyes lock onto yours, and the air between you shifts, the weight of everything unsaid settling in the space between. His voice is low, almost hesitant, when he says, "I care enough to hold back." The words slip out like a confession, unguarded and raw.
Your breath catches, the meaning behind them hitting you harder than you'd expected — all that comes out is a whisper. "Don’t."
His gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes, and the space between you suddenly feels impossibly small. The tension thickens, electric and charged, like the moment before a storm unleashes.
You don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s you. But when his hand brushes against yours, it’s like the floodgates open.
In one fluid motion, you step closer, your hand clutching the front of his shirt as if to anchor yourself. His lips crash into yours—not rushed, but purposeful, like every ounce of restraint you’ve both held onto is dissolving in the heat of the moment.
The world outside fades, shrinking to nothing more than the feel of him against you. His lips are warm, insistent, and every movement feels like a silent declaration, but impossibly intense, as if the kiss holds everything you’ve both been too afraid to say, every feeling you’ve tried to suppress.
When you finally break apart, reality rushes back in, dizzying and disorienting. Your chest heaves with each breath, your heart pounding against your ribs. The silence that follows isn’t empty—it’s charged, alive with the gravity of what just happened.
You meet his eyes again, searching, but neither of you says a word. It’s as if speaking might break the fragile, perfect moment hanging between you.
Then your phone buzzes, sharp and jarring. Josh has arrived at your destination.
The shift is immediate, like a breath that's been held too long, suddenly released. Damien's smile falters just slightly, his eyes flickering to your phone, his expression unreadable for a beat. His gaze softens again, but there's something more in it now.
You turn your phone around to show him the Uber notification. "Seems like it's time for me to go."
"So... Merry Christmas," Damien says quietly, as though the weight of everything still hangs in the air, just beyond reach.
You blink up at him, heart still racing, breath uneven as the reality of what just happened settles in. "I thought it 'wasn’t Christmas yet'?"
He smiles, soft and earnest. "You make it feel like Christmas."
You laugh, shaky and overwhelmed. His words settle in your chest, warm and heavy, and you realize you’ve never felt more at home then in this moment, when you had to leave.
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waywardwhispersblaze · 1 day ago
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about Vi's ending
So, I get that a lot of people are unsatisfied with Vi's story arc in Arcane. I feel unsatisfied too. Here are some of my reasons. I wrote this as a response to another post initially, but I wanted to elaborate a little bit more.
So we know that the question the writers had for Vi was "what would happen if Vi had no one left to protect?"
"she would fall in love" is a lovely answer. I don't hate it, but it does feel like the bare minimum they could come up with... and even that had to be stripped for time. For instance, what does she want to do for a living?
That's not a random question. Her lore in the game tells us that she ends up working as an enforcer. Arcane makes it difficult for her at the beginning (you know, the enforcers-killed-my-parents thing), but we all expect that it's coming regardless.
I know a lot of people here never liked the idea of Vi becoming an enforcer. Not me. Give me Enforcer!Vi! Just make it a story, instead of skipping over it.
They had her join the enforcers in s2 act I for all the wrong reasons (guilt + fear of losing Caitlyn + thinking violence is the answer to her problems), which is not a bad thing, that's expected at this point of the story. They did skip over her motivations and left a lot to read between the lines, and that's frustrating in itself but that's not the problem. My problem with it is that it doesn't go anywhere. How does she feel about working with them in the end? Now that she's no longer blinded by her rage towards the Chembarons and Jinx's actions? Is it really just for Caitlyn's sake? Is there room in there somewhere for wanting to be a protector to the city, like Grayson did, if she even cares about that at all? (it makes sense that she doesn't in Arcane, but what about in the future? she's still a protector at heart, even if she has no family left) If she does, how does she reconcile that with what the enforcers are to the Undercity, does she genuinely think she can do some good? I could answer some of these with "oh well, she does end up as Caitlyn's partner so I'm just gonna go with 'yes' for convenience". But I wish Arcane had answered this for me.
What about the enforcers, how do they feel about her? Do they respect her? How would she interact with them in the future? Her only friend there, Loris, died at the end of S2 (I'm annoyed about that. not mad, not sad. Just annoyed), so she's effectively alone.
I suppose the root of the problem is that I watched Arcane with the expectation that Vi would end up as a Piltover champion by the end of it. That's not an unreasonable expectation considering her lore, but I can accept that Arcane just wasn't about "ending" character stories or bringing them to their lore counterpart. That's fair. Even within the story of Arcane though, where she ends up isn't fully satisfying. She's physically in Piltover, but mentally she's in a place where she doesn't really belong anywhere except with 1 (one) person, and we still have no idea what she wants to do with her life (outside of banging Caitlyn that is). Don't get me wrong, I love caitvi! I love what they did with them as a pair! But I have so many questions about Vi specifically that are unresolved.
Maybe that's the point. Arcane's ending is an open ending after all. But Caitlyn had a story arc outside of her relationship with her. Jinx had a story arc outside of her relationship with her. Even if their overall stories are not over, the Arcane story does leave them both in a place where they have grown from what they went through and even if we never see them again, we can feel like their story had a proper conclusion. Arcane doesn't leave Vi with a conclusion outside of her romance arc. Or to be fair, maybe it is a conclusion, just no one that I like / was hoping for. I sort of get that her not being able to grow was the point (to further Jinx's development. A lot of their scenes together were always more about Jinx's development and framed from Jinx's POV, which is a different complaint and an entirely different post). Not having agency at all was the point. But where does she go from there? Genuine question. Her character arc doesn't feel finished.
A lot of my frustrations would be soothed over if we had the certainty of having spin-offs. But 1) nothing is ever certain, 2) if something's coming, it's probably far in the future, 3) if and when it does come, there's no guarantee that Vi wouldn't be more than a background character.
Unfortunately, the general feeling I get from the writers' interviews is that they do feel like they really did get her where they wanted, so I'm not particularly hopeful that they have more stories to tell with her. Outside of being Caitlyn's partner that is.
(no, I don't think they "don't care about" or "hate" her character by the way. That's twisting their words beyond recognition)
So that's why I can't feel fully satisfied with Vi's story. I still love Arcane. I'm still looking forward to seeing more of the Runeterra universe. But as someone who really liked Vi's character from the start, I'm left with crumbs. Hints of what could be, but never the full picture, and more questions than answers. And that's disheartening, to be honest.
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negrowhat · 10 hours ago
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Fave QL Couples of 2024
Decided to participate in a few of @babyangelsky 's End of Year Prompts. I decided to start with this one first!
AlanJeff from Pit Babe the Series. I love them so much. I love that Jeff placed so much trust in Alan and cared so much about what he thought. But he also wasn't afraid to stand his ground with him and tell him what he really thought. I love how nervous Jeff made Alan and how Alan fretted so much about breaking the ice between them. I also love how easily Alan could ease Jeff's racing mind and how he made sure Jeff understood that he wanted to be the person Jeff leaned on. I love the age gap between them and how it plays a part in the way Alan treats Jeff and how Jeff wants to be treated. I felt their dynamic was well-written.
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PhayaTharn from The Sign. I will always be a sucker for soulmates. But really I just love how drawn to each other they were. I love that Tharn always found himself searching for Phaya, worrying about him because he knew that Phaya never took the time to worry for himself. I love that Phaya felt like he was going crazy when it came to Tharn. I love that he trusted Tharn enough to save him everytime which gave him the freedom to act a bit recklessly. I love that they worked so hard to save each other. I love that they were willing to die for each other and with each other. I love that they waited for each other. Also I wanted them to adopt that little girl from the special ep.
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NailHim from For Him. Like I said, the series was a complete dumpster fire but they were the best thing to come out of it. They were so soft and so communicative and respectful of each other. I love that they talked things through and even discussed therapy. I love that Him went at Nail's pace, they were both in vulnerable places in life so I'm glad they took things slow. Also their sex life was top tier. I feel like they should have been in a whole different series.
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Myungha and Yeowoon from Love for Love's Sake. They needed each other. They were each other's happiness. Myungha wanted nothing more than to make Yeowoon happy, it was his literal mission. With Myungha, Yeowoon found his smile again. He found his life again and was offered Myungha's companionship to cope with his late granny's death and from there he blossomed. With Yeowoo, Myungha learned that he could depend on a person. For the first time he felt like he belonged somewhere and that he was loved. Myungha had given up life in the mortal world to be together with Yeowoon and be in a place where he was truly happy. They made me so emotional and I love them.
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KorNamsom from City of Stars. Oh I wanted a full series with them. Their story was so good. I love how madly in love with each other they were. I love that Kor was ready to throw hands with ANYONE who had something to say about his girlfriend being trans because he surely did not give one single fuck. He adored her. I love that Namsom tried so hard to protect Kor even if it meant her own heart was broken. I love how he treated her like a queen and how he stared at her like she hung the moon. They were so fucking good together and I hope Rock and Kimmon get paired up again because the chemistry was insane. (Couldn't find a gif!)
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OyeiCher from Wandee Goodday. Our designated family pillars. Def my fave depiction of an already established couple. It feels like we were thrown directly in the middle of their problems. Their main concerns were finances, such a married couple. I love that they were very much still into each other and loudly flirting about it. I love that Oyei tried so hard to carry everything on his shoulders and Cher was right there to remind him that he wasn't alone. Cher pretty much abandoned his old life to help Oyei with his family's gym and Oyei wanted to make sure Cher was taken care of so he wouldn't feel any regrets. They worried so much for each other but also were each other's strength.
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Jaejun and Jihan from City Boy Log. I swear they are the messiest couple I've ever seen but their mess is so good. They are just so fucking into each other and no matter what happens they gravitate right back to each other. I love that Jaejun lets Jihan take care of him. And I love that Jihan makes Jaejun laugh. I love that Jihan decided right away that he wanted to be with Jaejun and that he was willing to fight to keep him (and he did have to fight). I love them and their chemistry and at this point IDC about anybody else in this fucking series but them. If they're not in the ep then I'm not watching it.
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MethasJJ and OabPlawan from Love No Long Beans. I love both couples of this series real fucking bad. I love how horny OabPlawan were for each other and how they caught feelings somewhere in between. I love that Methas and JJ were totally opposite. I love that JJ made Methas work for hard to earn approval. I love that Methas was so taken with JJ and was willing to do anything to be with him. I love that both couples' dynamics were so different and yet worked so well.
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SanVee from Century of Love. I love that the Goddess worked so hard to prove that Vee was San's soulmate but they sort of fell in love despite that. I loved that San got the chance to fall in love all over again, to the point where he didn't care Vee was the one he was waiting for or not. I love that Vee was interested in San immediately but he didn't let San try to force him to be someone he wasn't. He stood his ground and challenged San to think about what exactly he was looking for and who exactly he wanted and why. I love by the end of things San only cared about being with Vee and nothing else.
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Xiaobao and Huai'en from Meet You At the Blossom. My fave toxic ship of the year. I love how crazy Xiaobao makes Huai'en. I love how Huai'en was ready to destroy the world and give up everything to be together with Xiaobao. I also loved how Huai'en always put himself between Xiaobao and danger. I love how Xiaobao wanted nothing more than to shower Huai'en with love and affection and adoration. He was willing to show Huai'en what love is supposed to look and feel like. I loved that.
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TattooAran from Jack & Joker. Even though we only got mere morsels I ate up every bit. Love how Aran was such a spoiled little rich kid but cared so much about uplifting Tattoo and standing behind his inventions. He believed in Tattoo. I love that Tattoo gave Aran that culture shock he needed and was there for him when he was feeling sad even though he felt a little awkward about it. I love that Tattoo made Aran laugh. I love that they comforted each other. They're so good together and I just wish they were given the proper time to bloom.
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SianBlue for Every You, Every Me. I just thought they were so fun. I think since we only had two eps for them the plot had to cut out a lot of drama-filled fat. I love that the conflict was something so simple but helped pull them together and showed that they're communicating. I was particularly a big fan of their sex life, it was so damn ideal to me. I love that they talked about things. I think they were my fave pairing from the series, but they beat out XNamping but only a sliver.
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paperyowl · 18 hours ago
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Rockon for the prompt "distraction"
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"Alright. I know I should care about the reason why you're naked in my bed," Rocker said, dropping his bag by the bedroom door as he saw Deacon reclining on his bed without a single stitch of clothing on his body. "But I will just enjoy it for a moment."
It was quite the vision to have Deacon spread out on his sheets, wearing his nakedness with a compelling confidence. With a physique like that, all muscle and lean mass, defined abs, muscular thighs and a rather large- well. Rocker wanted him.
Deacon grinned at the way Rocker basically raked his eyes down his body. That alone made heat curl pleasantly in Rocker's gut. But. Something was just off enough for him to remain by the door.
The closer he looked, the more Rocker realized there was something forced about the whole situation. Deacon's act seemed like a smoke screen, something stolen out of Rocker's old playbooks - and with every moment, it seemed to become clearer.
Rocker tried to remember which day it was - the shuffling of recent shifts and some decent overtime had scrambled his brain a bit. But not enough to forget that Deacon had wanted to talk to Annie on Thursday... And today was - Oh.
From one movement to the next, Rocker's mood shifted completely.
"Can I ask?"
"You can, but I don't want to talk about it," Deacon said, dropping some of the act, but he brought it all back a beat later when he added: "I'd much rather fuck."
The discrepancy between the Deacon he knew and this version of him was startling. That didn't mean he wasn't still incredibly sexy, but at the same time, Deacon was so obviously in pain that Rocker couldn't ignore it.
He knew the reason, too. Even if the talk had gone well - Deacon hadn't worn his wedding ring in weeks. Taking it off had seemed easy enough. But Deacon couldn't take off any of those worry lines - or the guilt that was so clear on his face.
Rocker sighed. There was no way he was doing this.
"I really want to. But I don't think you do - and that's kind of a dealbreaker for me."
"I do-"
"I'm not a fucking rebound, Deacon."
Rocker turned on his heel and left the room. He made his way to the kitchen and very decidedly went about making coffee - he would have rather just gone to bed after night shift, but that was hardly an option now.
Besides, Rocker had the very distinct feeling that they really should have a conversation about this. He sipped his coffee while scrolling through his phone - no time like the present to work through a few dozen memes that the squad had sent into their group chat. All between one shift and the next.
"I'm sorry," Deacon stated when he walked into the kitchen twenty minutes later. He was fully dressed - and he looked rueful.
"That's a good start," Rocker said, looking up from his phone.
"I don't know what came over me."
Rocker knew he was going way to easy on him. But it was hard to stay angry, when Deacon seemed so earnest about his apology. He put the phone away.
"Mhm. Coffee?"
Deacon nodded and sat across from Rocker when he placed a second mug there, pouring the drink for him. When Rocker put the pot down and sat again, he tried not to sigh too obviously.
"Want to talk about it yet?"
Deacon exhaled. "I'm not sure where to start."
Rocker waited him out. He left the space for Deacon to fill it how he wanted - and there was a very real chance that he would walk out. Rocker hoped he wouldn't, but that wasn't his decision right now. Even with the divorce. Especially because of the divorce.
He could tell Deacon had expected Rocker to drop it. But Rocker was done skirting around the elephant in the room for Deacon's convenience. (Rocker wasn't willing to break his own heart for this.)
Finally, Deacon looked at him, and he started talking.
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